Journey to the West will accompany you to become a Buddha

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and the cold is gone, and the year is unknown

In the Water Curtain Cave, at the place beside the stone bed, the line recording time has stopped at the day when the monkey left.

It is February twenty-seventh.

Every day, she would go to sit on the top of the highest mountain for a long time, staring at the sky in a trance, and her thoughts flooded in like a tide. When would he come back to take a look at her?

The peach blossoms were blooming, and the pink ones were really beautiful. She wove a few branches to make a wreath and hung them on the bedside. However, within a day, they withered, and she never folded any more flowers.

The happy little monkeys only remember that day as the monkeys who went to the sky. After that, they still don’t know the year, life and death, running all over Huaguo Mountain, but the only thing is that no matter it’s windy or rainy, they always She picked the freshest fruit and delivered it to Yun Qing, she knew that it was all ordered by the monkey.

The chrysanthemums in autumn are also blooming, she lives a regular and numb life, the white cloth placed in the stone cabinet has turned yellow, when she pulled the cloth, she wanted to make him another suit in the spring of the coming year, to do her best , now, she just strokes lightly.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

She is a passionate person, he is a monkey without emotion, she is a passerby who breaks in suddenly, and he is a learner with great responsibility.

The maple leaves turned red in the river under the Shuilian Cave, and the falling flowers intentionally flowed ruthlessly. She dug out her needle and thread, cut the white cloth five feet high and three feet wide, picked up coal as a pen, and carefully outlined four large characters on it.

"Monkey King"

From the very beginning, he didn't take this name seriously. His ambition didn't exist then, but sooner or later, she would prepare it for him.

From spring to winter, the first snow still ushered in a cold wind, which was colder than last year, so cold to the bottom of my heart, that monkey never came back to take a look.

Yun Qing bit off the needle and thread, and traced the four characters embedded in her soul with her fingertips.

"cough cough"

Finally finished this pennant, every stitch and thread on it was sewed by her, thinking that one day, he would be wearing golden armor, cloud shoes on his feet, and a purple gold crown on his head, turning the world upside down, That was the hero she had admired.

It was snowing heavily outside, she took a cloak and tied it around her body, coughing slightly in her throat, for almost a year, every day, no matter it was windy or rainy, she would go to the top of the highest mountain and wait for a long time, she thought, what if When he came back, he should be the first to see her.

Suddenly a white-haired monkey stood in front of her, looked at her with its head tilted, and seemed to be asking her why it was so cold outside.

She gently stroked its head, then walked out. If a person loses his obsession, can he still be alive?

When she came back from the outside that day, she fell ill. Several quilts covered her body, but they couldn't warm the cold that overflowed from her pores. However, her body temperature was frighteningly high, her whole face was flushed red, and she was unconscious. nonsense, but in this water curtain cave, there is only the monkey who can't understand human language.

After suffering in a daze for a few days, perhaps it was a flash of light, she struggled to get up from the bed, laughing at herself, natural disasters and man-made disasters, she couldn't escape, couldn't escape.

Picking up the scissors, she is going to die, but she is not reconciled, she hasn't told that monkey yet, in her heart, it's all about him, she hasn't seen him at his most majestic, what she hasn't done yet, too There are many, but now, there is only one thing that she can't let go of.

If it is said that he is doomed to an inescapable fate, she thought that no matter how many times he reincarnates, she will still be with him for those 500 years.

I don't know who said that if a person's obsession is too deep, then after this person dies, this obsession will continue to the next life, and through dreams, he will know this obsession again.

What she has to do now is to imprint this obsession deeply.

In the palm of her left hand, the sharp scissors cut across the flesh, and the flesh was opened. With a focused and earnest stroke, she carved a word "empty", and then, repeated, looking for the initial traces over and over again, deepening the word, She wants to carve it into her soul.

How difficult and easy it is to live and die, her life is as fragile as the epiphyllum, withering at the most beautiful time, so fast that people can't grasp a little bit.