[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

The twilight is heavy and the darkness is boundless.

Among the mountains and rivers, flags are flying all over the place, and the fire is burning like fire.

When Tang Sanzang and his party arrived at the Hanyu Hall that day, the dangerous pillars collapsed, and they were scorched and decayed.

Seeing that the fool Sha Wujing actually destroyed the inner alchemy, fortunately Sun Wukong had previously refined the soul-locking nail that had been pulled out of his body into a soul-locking bell. Locking the soul and locking the soul means that the soul can be locked and kept alive. scattered.

But they were too late at that time, and when Sun Wukong rescued Sha Wujing's soul with the soul-locking bell, most of the three souls and seven souls had disappeared.In the past few days, they have been running around in the green mountains and flowing waters of the human world. In the end, they only recovered a small half of the fragments. Up to now, there is still a "spiritual wisdom soul" that has not been found.

"This soul-locking bell can retain the soul for seventy-seven and forty-nine days at most. Forty days have passed now. If Linghui can't be found again, I'm afraid I can only make do with it."

Sun Wukong sat on the tiger-skin kang in Huaguoshan Cave Mansion, his brows and eyes were frozen, and his words were deep.

"It's just that if there is no spiritual wisdom, Wujing may be resurrected..." Tang Sanzang said, but suddenly stopped, like a gust of wind, disappearing into the darkness.

If there is no spiritual wisdom, it is just a foolish person stumbling around in the dunya.Like infants and young children, babbling and babbling, there is no such thing as a sweet dream in the world.

Several people frowned, but no one spoke.

Sha Wujing is their apprentice and junior, so why not a close existence like brothers and sisters.

Even if that person has always been taciturn, just like sporadic dots on the wasteland.

Zhu Wuneng sat on the mound that night and drank wine for a long time. The wine jars and urns were scattered all over the ground, but he just bent his legs like that, looked up at the clear and round moon in the sky, his eyes were gloomy, and his mouth was dull. Drinking dirty wine, let the boundless silence swallow itself.

Sun Wukong watched quietly behind him for a while, and suddenly remembered that when Sha Wujing was seriously injured and lying on the couch, the man had grasped his hand in a daze, and said with remorse and unease, "Master, I was wrong. ……I was wrong……"

He knew that the man was dizzy from burning, so he mistook him for Tang Sanzang.It's just that he didn't expect that the opening and closing of those lips would actually be the dumb secret buried deep in Hongchen's past.

"Master, I shouldn't have devoured your ninth life...I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry..."

Monkey King always knew that Sha Wujing had a chain of nine human heads and skeletons around his neck, but he never knew that it was Tang Sanzang's first nine lives buried in Liushahe.

The sick and drowsy man couldn't stop talking and looked uneasy, and in order to comfort the third junior brother, he could only say, "I know, I don't blame you. I don't blame you..."

He didn't know what motive Sha Wujing had, or who was instigated by him, to devour his master for nine consecutive lives.

It's just that he looked at Zhu Wuneng's lonely back at this time, and he thought, in the quiet night where everyone was guarding the bonfire, and in the silence where everyone was exchanging their thoughts, Zhu Wuneng might know about it.

Just like Sha Wujing also knows his identity as a traitor, knows his bright moon and clear dreams, and knows his persistent honor.

Since then, even though the night is dark and dark, there is no one in this world to share with.

At this time, Tang Sanzang discussed the deployment of the human world with several generals with lofty ideals, lifted the curtain and walked out of the corridor, walked slowly through the courtyard, and walked to Monkey King, looked at Zhu Wuneng who was drowning his worries with wine, and asked in a low voice, " What happened to Wu Neng?"

Sun Wukong stared blankly, pursed his lips, and slowly shook his head.

The wind chimes under the eaves jingled and echoed ethereal sonatas, just like someone holding a harp plucking the strings and singing in a low voice.It's like there is another person beside him laughing and patting his shoulder calling him a brother.

He turned around and dragged Tang Sanzang back to the house, not staying in the desolate night.

It's good to know some things, you don't have to ask them.

Just like a lifeless butterfly buried in the soil, it can never answer.

Later, as the days went by, Sun Wukong watched the water in the leak fill up and then empty, empty and fill again, but the incomplete last soul was never found.

Sometimes from Zi to Hai, from Hai to Zi, being busy is just a blink of an eye, and the dust in the four halls is shocked.

On the day 49 days came, it happened to be a cloudy day.

It was very similar to the day when he vowed not to leave empty-handed, Sun Wukong looked at the dark and heavy clouds, thinking so absent-mindedly.

The souls in the soul-locking bell are rushing around like fireflies with a taillight on. When he put the soul-locking bell on the dead bones and called the bone spirits to cast spells to bring them back to life, they all knew that some people had something...

Just like the memory of traveling over mountains and mountains, flying flowers and chasing the wind, I can't go back in the end.

However, they said that the dragons were hunted by the heavens everywhere, and they had no oath to protect them. In desperation, they followed Shenlong's original suggestion and fled all over the place to live in the heavenless world. It was as if they were nothing but misty legends in the fantasy dream of mountains and seas.

On the contrary, Aomoang and Ao Tuo, I heard that the last time someone saw them was near Daughter Country.I don't know if the two of them traveled all the way to ask for an heir, but all of this has nothing to do with Ao Lie who was trapped in Zhongshan at this time.

It seems that the mottled sun is blown by the dew on the Qingjiang River, and all the movements have nothing to do with it.

There are fewer and fewer monsters in the human world, but more and more monsters without a heavenly realm.

In this world, no one knows how to enter Wutianjie, and no one knows how to get out after entering.It is like the uncircumscribed mountains in the rumors, filled with thick fog, the sun is not visible, the clouds are dark and dark, and there are always layers of confusion.

At that time, people probably didn't expect that after this vigorous operation of eliminating demons and the migration of demons, the two worlds of humans and demons have been completely separated since then, separated by barriers, and the demons, who have always been humble and lowly, began to retreat to themselves like the gods. In the territory of the world, it maintains a high and mysterious mystery.

Sometimes, it is not rare because of nobleness, but noble because it is rare.When demons also become rare, perhaps the time for them to overtake and become gods is not far away.

When Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang confronted the Heavenly Court to protect the demons, Haotian sent Tathagata to the lower realm to persuade them.At that time, the fight was coming to an end, and everything seemed to be settled.

Tathagata looked at these masters and apprentices who had opposed him several times, his heart was surging, and he was speechless for a while.

He felt helpless and at a loss for Jin Chanzi, and he hated and regretted Sun Wukong.

Over the years, what he asked for deviated from his original wish one by one, like a flower in a mirror, a moon in water, and nothing in the blink of an eye.

"Tang Sanzang, you have already fallen into a demonic barrier."

"The disciple does not feel that it is a demonic obstacle."

Tang Sanzang stared at the golden Buddha statue, and smiled coldly for a long time, "There is one thing that I didn't report to the Buddha, and my disciples have completely remembered it."

"Oh? What do you remember?"

"Bodhi Golden Cicada, I remember all kinds of things. The disciple is ignorant, but he doesn't know that the Buddha secretly 'did so much for the disciple.'"

Tang Sanzang remembered that the Tathagata had tricked him into using the marrow-washing stone to wash away his memory, he remembered that the man had set up tricks one after another to lure Monkey King into jumping in, and he remembered all the misunderstandings that were destined behind the scenes when he was tossing around in the human world.

All thanks to this man.All thanks to his master.

"Jinchan, what do you mean by that? I'm doing it for your own good!"

The Tathagata's face looked a little sad under the kindness, like a decadent old man who had lost one game after another.

"But disciples don't need these."

At this time, Tang Sanzang seemed to have the shadows of Jin Chan and Bodhi, his brows and eyes were silent, his white clothes were like snow, and his profile was almost the same as that of Tiandi Guhong back then.

The Tathagata felt a little sad under his anger, "Jinchan, don't make mistakes anymore. If you don't become a Buddha, your real body is doomed to linger on your last breath and disappear between heaven and earth!...Come back, come back and continue learning. Buddhist scriptures can save you. Your life can also save the life of the world. As a teacher, I have already thought of your Buddha name, as long as you come back, you will become Buddhas!"

He had thought a long time ago that everyone would be happy in the end.His second disciple finally went through all kinds of hardships to cultivate himself and become a Buddha, and everyone was happy to achieve bliss and immortality.Tang Sanzang made a Zhantan Gongde Buddha to eliminate the sins of fasting monks in the past life, and Sun Wukong made a Fighting Conquer Buddha to enjoy peace forever without killing. Lu, Sha Wujing is a golden arhat, not subject to the cycle of life and death.And the white dragon horse, if there hadn't been the battle between the fairy and the demon, he had planned to seal him as the Eight-part Heavenly Dragon Guangli Bodhisattva, granting him a restored body in Hualongchi, coiled on the Qingtianhua Biaozhu of Daleiyin Temple.

What a happy ending, everyone became a Buddha and a Bodhisattva, no longer obsessed, and full of compassion.This should be, this is the best future!

But Tang Sanzang just looked at Tathagata and smiled, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes seemed to be unpicked, and his smile was weak.

"Thank you Buddha for your concern, but my disciples never think that believing in Buddhism requires Buddhist scriptures, nor do I think that we need Buddha's name to rectify our name."

There is a Buddha in the heart at ease, there is no need to worship the Buddha in the heart.If you have a Buddha in your heart, what does it matter if you can chant or not?If there is no Buddha in your heart, what is the use of asking for Buddhist scriptures?

What can save the world, what saves him, is not the Buddhist scriptures.It's the bodhicitta of practice.

Tang Sanzang held on to the beads like that, and gave his last salute to his master, the Buddha whom he had admired for thousands of years.

That was the last worship of a monk, and also the first rebirth of a Buddha.

"Buddha, you say that all appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata. If the disciple has become a Buddha, do you seal the disciple as a Buddha? The disciple is a Buddha; if the disciple has not become a Buddha, you seal the Buddha If you don’t enshrine your disciples as Buddhas, then none of your disciples are Buddhas. Disciples are unworthy, they don’t see the Tathagata, but they see sentient beings of the three worlds.”

I don't know whether he has penetrated everything in the whirling world, or whether the light ball of memory that he vowed not to give to him is mixed with thousands of profound principles. Since Tang Sanzang woke up that day, he has somehow seen through the past life, present life, and future life. All, there is a faint Buddha image.

But he also knew that he definitely couldn't be a Buddha.Because he has too many murders in his hands and too many obsessions in his heart.

However, what does it matter if it is a Buddha or not?

Thousands of sails have passed away, what he has pursued for thousands of years, struggled and longed for, until now when the world has changed drastically, everything seems to be nothing but a ridiculous emptiness.

Perhaps the real Buddha does not care whether he becomes a Buddha or not.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! You have fallen into the devil karma, so you can talk nonsense like this!"

That day, the Tathagata left in a big way, his voice trembling with unknowing panic.

And Tang Sanzang looked at the golden embroidered clouds on the side of the day, his eyebrows seemed to be covered with snow and frost.

It's like seeing a deep sunset that is about to fall.

Doomed to end.

In the end, the ancient truths announced by Sun Wukong caused an uproar, and when even Nuwa, the true ancient god who created the monster race, was alarmed to come out, the storm and smoke gradually subsided.Although the monsters have an identity, they are ordered to stay in the Heavenless Realm for life, and the few remaining in the Human Realm are not allowed to do evil.

In Huaguo Mountain, Sha Wujing finally came back to life, but he lost his wits. He acted like a silly child all day long, playing with a group of monkeys and grandchildren climbing the ivy in Huaguo Mountain, calling Monkey King They just called him Great Sage, and Tang Sanzang was not called Master, but only Monk.

Tang Sanzang didn't return to secular life and didn't grow his hair. He still recited his sutras and burned his Buddhist smoke and knocked on his wooden fish every day, but he knew that he was different from the group of monks outside.He started drinking and eating meat, but he didn't eat much, because he couldn't get used to the taste of meat after all.In the middle of the night, he would also sleep on the kang with Monkey King, and occasionally broke the sex precept, and the night burned again.

Zhu Wuneng is good, somehow finally forced Nishang to admit his intentions, came from the upper and lower realms of Jiuchongfeng, and had a happy event with him in Fengguanxiapei in Huaguoshan, and Luanfeng dreamed of staying together.

Now a few masters and apprentices gather together, although they no longer learn from the scriptures and go on the road, but they are tainted with the smell of fireworks, which can be regarded as lively.

The Dream Demon avenged his vengeance, but in the end he still left. Before leaving, he gave him a painting scroll made by Xie Bukong himself.

"That person found me that day, showed me this portrait, and said that the person in the painting is the Monkey King, and asked me to try my best to stop you master and apprentice."

He said, shaking his head with a smile, "He has never seen you before, but it is rare to draw you so similar."

The Dream Demon doesn't know their past, but Sun Wukong does.He held back all his breath, caressed the corners of the eyes of the person in the painting blankly, with a half-smile, high-spirited, like him...and that person.

A long time later, a monkey man saw this yellowed portrait in the corner of Sun Wukong's inner room, and wondered why the patriarch drew a circle in one corner, destroying the composition of the whole painting, but Sun Wukong only smiled lightly, with a smile on his face. Feeling a little disappointed.

He said, "You don't understand, that circle...is a reincarnation."

The people and events of those years have long since faded away, vowing to overthrow the world vigorously, but in the end, there are only a few who remember him.Among the few people, perhaps hate more than love.

And Sha Wujing, sometimes sitting on the tallest tree on the top of the mountain, looking at the burning sunset in the distance, rarely calms down, as if he has something on his mind.

Sometimes Sun Wukong would be by his side, sometimes it would be Zhu Wuneng, Tang Sanzang, and sometimes it would be the White Bone Demon.

She didn't leave. She wanted to meet the Buddha to know the method of bringing the dead back to life, but in the end, she found that it was impossible for some people to be resurrected.

Because of that person, she had already become herself.

It has become a part of her body, no matter how difficult it is to peel it off.

The two of them quietly watched the setting sun fall down and burn like a fire, and the rays of the sun were so lingering and overwhelming.

Sha Wujing said, "It's so strange, I seem to be waiting for someone. Someone who will never come."

Gu Ning turned her head and looked at him with a smile, there seemed to be tears but nothing in her eyes.

She said, "What a coincidence, I'm also waiting for someone. Someone who will never come."

Zhu Wuneng once joked that Gu Ning had been taking care of Junior Brother Sha, so it would be a good thing for the two of them, so that Huaguo Mountain would be beautiful.

Sha Wujing didn't understand anything, just scratched his head and smiled innocently, while Gu Ning pursed his lips, smiled without saying a word, still very gentle.It's just that the gentleness is like yarn and fog, and it seems to be in a daze.

Maybe time can erase everything, or maybe it can't.

In the year when Nishang gave birth to a fat boy for Zhu Wuneng, the Huaguo Mountain was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the festival was extraordinary.

When drunk, someone mentioned the past, and everyone made an appointment to go to the mountains and rivers to walk the roads that they walked before.

They walked through Wuzhi Mountain from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. When Wei Zheng died of illness, Li Xuanqing was so sad and angry that he smashed his tombstone. He also passed away a few years later.It is said that after Li Xuanqing became the emperor, the first thing he did was to find Wei Zheng's reincarnation, but it is not known whether it is true or not, it is only anecdotal.

Later, they walked across the Liusha River from Yunzhan Cave. Zhu Wuneng pointed to Yunzhan Cave, sighed, and said to Nishang, "My dear, look, you were here to pretend to be a mortal and marry me. But you went around After so many years, you finally married me, Lao Zhu, with your real body!" Nishang was embarrassed that he brought up such a shameful past in front of his senior brothers, so he stamped his feet and twisted his ears pretending to be angry, and they all laughed. Make a slice.But the Liusha River is desolate and desolate.Sha Wujing stared blankly at the place, without any memory, but pulled everyone away as if being stung.

Zhu Wuneng asked him what was going on, but he pointed to his chest and said clumsily, "Here, it hurts. It's empty."

Although he has lost his mind, he also knows what pain is like, and what it feels like to be pierced by thousands of arrows.

Zhu Wuneng smiled hoarsely, wanting to say something to make things right.But he smiled, but his eyes were red, and finally he turned his head and couldn't say anything.

The few of them finally got what they asked for, but Lao Sha was different.

That person is different from Nishang and Tang Sanzang.He will not regret it.

Even if he was really moved and lovesick, he would not allow himself to regret it.

Because he is the emperor, the emperor aloof.This identity determines the beginning and end of all stories.

Later, they walked through Wuzhuang Temple, Baigu Mountain, Baoxiang Kingdom, Boyue Cave, Tongtian River, Luoyuebu, and Wuji Kingdom. Walked through the dry pine stream, the Heishui River, the daughter country, and even the world of no heaven.

They met many new people and new things along the way, and recalled many stories of old people.

Zhen Yuanzi pointed to Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong and said, "I knew you master and apprentice had an affair, and you still pretended to be noble and smashed my fruit back then to make me angry. Pooh!"

The girls in Baoxiang Kingdom still wear nude/exposed clothes, showing an exotic style.As for the lotus pond outside the Huangpao Cave Mansion, many years have passed, and it is also covered with pink lotus flowers, as fresh and tender as dyes.

There is no more ice in the Tongtian River, Prime Minister Gui still clamored for candied haws when he was called out by Monkey King to reminisce about the old days, but he calmed down after making a fuss, "Actually, this river is quite uncomfortable without that person." Back then, that crazy fish monster just stayed in his corner all day long, pulling off the bloody fish scales on his body, and he didn't know why he was crazy.

There is also the Luoyue tribe, who have already migrated on the prairie without settling down.When they found the descendants of Fu Yiri, they found that the little boy finally got married, married a wife and had children, and his wife was said to also like to wear a water-green gauze dress, with a beautiful smile and charming eyebrows.

Withered Songjian is still full of redness, there is no such thing as a Holy Infant King, but there is a prodigal son who has not returned home for a long time in Moyun Cave.A few years ago, the Bull Demon King brought his red boy to Huaguo Mountain to participate in a feast. He and his brother Sun Wukong drank so much that they didn't get drunk and didn't return. At the end, they recalled the past with tears in their eyes.He patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder, choked with sobs and said, "Brother, you didn't become a Buddha, okay. You brought the red boy back to me, okay. We can still get together... okay!"

There is also the country of daughters. Its birth spring and mother-child river finally dried up for a long time. In order to survive, the people of the country of daughters had no choice but to recruit men from the outside world and give birth to newborn children by means of reproduction. On the right path, but it is also a long way.

Thousands of monsters live in Wutianjie. Later, several big demons divided their domains and turned into small countries.Some are called Yasha, some are called Shura, and there are many names.It's just that although there is no danger of being hunted and killed by the outside world, the monsters fight for territory and water sources from time to time, and it will take a long time for long-term stability.

Later, they traveled all over the famous mountains, saw the beautiful rivers of Qingchuan, and returned to Huaguo Mountain, and many years passed.

Nishang's child grew up, looked at Tang Sanzang and asked blankly, "Who is this bald uncle?"

Sun Wukong laughed so hard that he pounded the table and laughed, and everyone couldn't help laughing.Tang Sanzang touched the top of his bare head helplessly, "I'm not bald."

Sun Wukong crossed his legs, blinked and smiled, "This one, this one is your Uncle Sun's Mrs. Yazhai."

Zhu Wuneng looked like he was enjoying the show, but Tang Sanzang didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

"Oh? Ma'am? I'm afraid that Mrs. Yazhai is not worthy of her name as a teacher."

The moonlight was full that night, the candle flame was flickered by the noise, and the low panting sound was mixed in the night, making people's faces flushed.

Sun Wukong was so tossed that he couldn't keep his eyes open. While leaning against the man's bare/naked chest, recalling the ups and downs over the years, he suddenly asked a question in a daze.

"Master, do you regret not practicing Buddhism?"

Tang Sanzang patted his head, his low laughter was like water and moonlight.

"Fool, I don't cultivate Buddhism, I cultivate you..."

"Then why don't you cultivate lightly?"

At first, Wukong was afraid that if he didn't practice Buddhism, his real body would be ruined due to the turbid qi of the year, but Tang Sanzang knew that he had indeed become a Buddha.

It's just that he might become the number one Buddha among all living beings in the ten directions and three realms.

And the task of his life is to save this person.With love, with favor, with companionship, with trust, with protection.

If there is one person in this world who can be saved, in fact, all sentient beings with immeasurable dharmas can be saved.

Because sometimes, one person is all beings.

"Master, I'm asleep..."

"Go to sleep. I will cook meat for you tomorrow..."

Tang Sanzang looked at the peaceful eyes of the man who was resting in his dream, lowered his head and slowly kissed him on the forehead.

He knew that tomorrow would be a new day.

And their future will only become more perfect day by day, and there will never be an ending.

The author has something to say: In the end it was really sweet to death meow meow meow

It's not my fault that the meat was swallowed hhhh!