[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

There is a golden light on the top of the mountain in front, scorching like the sun in summer, looking from a distance, it seems that two suns have emerged in the sky.

I turned into a young scholar and asked the woodcutter the way, and then I walked over there.

When I left Chang'an, Xiao Ku held me firmly by the arm and refused to let me go. He said: "You know that the Buddha's post Zhi Gang Zhi Yang is the most effective against dark things like me. If you run away, you will die." !"

I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I'm walking down the mountain, I feel that what Xiao Ku said is true.

At first I walked briskly, pretending to be a gentleman in white.

Unexpectedly, the further you walk, the more powerless you will be. When you reach the bottom of the mountain, you will be sweating coldly, and you will feel as if you are carrying a thousand pieces of gold on your back. Every step is more difficult.

When I could see the monkey from a distance, I couldn't bear to show my original shape.

"I haven't seen a monster in this mountain for a long time," the monkey monster at the foot of the mountain asked me, "Where did you come from, little monster?"

He looked terribly embarrassed, with dirt and grass growing on his head, reminiscent of moss on a turtle's shell.

I was bare bones, and held an umbrella to block the sun. As a dead bone that has been hidden in the shade for a long time, the past few years have been traveling day and night, and the day after day of exposure to the sun is really too exhausting.

I think I'm probably crazy, climbing mountains and wading for such an unknown monkey, abandoning years of cultivation and ignoring it.

And the funniest thing is that the monkey doesn't know me at all.I suddenly felt depressed.

"I'm from Chang'an." I put away the umbrella, trimmed the dirt on his head, and picked the weeds around his ears.

He didn't see the outside, but ordered me: "My left ear is a little itchy, please scratch it for me."

I lost my umbrella and scratched his ears.Unexpectedly, I brought out dozens of ants with one hand, and the little black things scattered and fled in all directions in my hand.

The monkey shook its head and yelled happily, then ordered me to say: "Little monster, there are peaches in the south of this mountain, you pick a dozen or so for me."

I ignored him, just found a protruding stone, and hid in the shadows to rest, waiting for dark.

"Hey, little monster—" the monkey kept yelling, wanting to eat peaches.

Unbearable, I took out half a bottle of water from my bag, which I used to cool down, but it is okay to gag the monkey's mouth at this time.

The monkey was half-fed by me, and finally stopped arguing, and just said: "Little monster, this place is not for you to stay in."

I glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to hide under the stone. I just stayed in the sun for a long time, and my bones ached.

Finally, when it was dark, the moon hung high.

I tied up the hem of my clothes and started climbing.

The monkey didn't say anything, just looked at me with deep eyes.

The mountain road is not difficult. For a skeleton like me, even if it falls apart, it will only take a little time to put it back together.

When I climbed within [-] meters of the post, I felt that I couldn't go any further.

I looked down at my trembling legs, which seemed about to collapse at any moment.

Perhaps, you can go one step further?

It doesn't look very far, maybe... I thought about slowly lifting my right leg.

The moment my foot hit the ground, my right leg fell apart.

It hurt, I frowned and looked at the remaining leg.

"You can't go any further." The man said this, but he didn't intend to persuade me. He grabbed my spine and dragged me back.

I blinked, looked at the farther and farther post, and began to struggle violently.

The nosy man has a bald head, his shiny forehead shines like the moon in the dark night, the power and the power on the post are from the same source.

That bald head wearing a monk's robe, pinching this Buddhist bead, clearly looks like a monk, but he refuses to admit that he is a monk.

"Everything in this world has a definite number." The bald head said.

I dug up a leg bone from the grave and listened to the bald man while gesticulating.

Well, it seems to be short, throw it away.

keep digging.

"That post, there is only one person in the whole world who can reveal it." The bald head continued.

I pinched a fairly fresh leg bone and looked at him: "Who?"

"A pilgrim with the heart of Buddha." The bald man said seriously.

I sneered, and thought: I also know that Tang Xuanzang is the Buddhist scripture learner.

I just couldn't bear that monkey being held under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years.

"Are you still saying that the person who learns the scriptures must be the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi?" I asked with a smile.

With a look of surprise on his face, he looked at me closely and said, "How do you know?"

I pursed my lips tightly and didn't want to talk to him.

"I'm Jin Chanzi," he laughed, "but I don't want to save him."

I am silent.

"We can make a deal." He said with a smile, "I will give you a heart to Buddha, and you will go through the ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships for me." He pointed at the monkey and asked me, "Are you willing?"

This must be a trap, I don't even know the purpose of the other party.

Every cell in me was screaming to give up.

But the truth is, I couldn't wait to say yes.

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"Why did you come to me?" I asked him.

"Back then, I borrowed something from Jinghong, and I need to get it back today." The monk lowered his brows and closed his eyes, flicking his sleeves, looking calm and peaceful.

Although this monk always looks so dead, he is a very interesting person, talented, insightful and approachable, and often has amazing words.

To be honest, I like this straightforward and unpredictable guy.

Then, this unpredictable guy dug out my heart very frankly and frankly—the heart of Buddha he gave me back then.

That guy Jin Chanzi ran away.

I was almost dead when the monkey took me out of the hole.

"Master! Master!" The monkey shook my shoulders.Poor me, half of my life was about to be shaken away by him.

"Shut up!" I covered my head with one hand and my chest with the other, feeling the pain all over my body.

The monkey suddenly stopped, and said with a ferocious face: "What kind of monster did it!"

I patted his head, closed my eyes, and thought: That is your legitimate master.

"Master!" The bear monkey began to shake my shoulder again.

I slapped him on the face violently, and said weakly: "You let me sleep for a while."

"Master, it looks like it's not going to work," Bajie said, "This little monk's life is not good. Let's divide our luggage and go home."

"Second senior brother, don't talk nonsense..." Drifting was persuading.

Wukong suddenly became annoyed, he let go of me, picked up the stick and chased Bajie to beat him: "You idiot! Find me!"

It's a pity that I was thrown by him, and half of my face was soaked in muddy water.

I silently got up, took out the monkey's clothes from the salute, and wiped my face.

"Master, drink water." The Drifting Monk stood behind me at some point.

I waved my hand, always feeling empty in my heart as if I had lost something.

The monkey jumped over: "Master is hungry."

"Come here." I beckon him to sit down.

"master?"

"As a teacher, I seem to have forgotten something..." I hesitated.

"Master, please speak."

"Why should I learn scriptures?"