[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

"Once upon a time, there was a prisoner. After being in prison for a long time, he wanted to find something interesting. His hobby was to listen to other people's stories. But his cell was in the mountains, where there were few people. The jailer didn't bother to talk to him, so he could only wait, and waited for many years, until he was so bored that he forgot how long he had been locked up. On this day, a young monk came from the mountain..."

A story is told, quite a sense of deja vu.

Lao Li continued: "The little monk originally followed his brother to study in the monastery, but we met in the mountains by chance, but he saw where the prisoner was, and threw him a peach..."

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The monkey said: "...a few decades ago, a young novice passed by here and threw me a peach..."

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"Huh?! This is..."

Yang Chan suddenly realized that she had neglected it for 900 years, and suddenly wanted to open her eyes to see the person in front of her, and then she remembered that she couldn't see with her eyes. It turned out that on this day, because of a happy experience, she decided to miss it in advance... …

Old Li turned a deaf ear and only told his story: "...the temple that the little monk is going to is still far away. The prisoner asked him why he ran so far. The little monk said it was to seek Taoism. The prisoner asked him again Ask, what kind of way is a monk seeking? The little monk said that the way is interlinked, and he only wishes to save the world... The prisoner asked, what does the world have to do with him? How many people would like to understand the words of Purdue? In the end, it was nothing more than nothing. Then the little monk replied that all life is suffering, and since I have made this great wish, if I don’t give it a try, how will I know how popular people are in the world..."

"The prisoner argued with him for a long time. He thought he had passed for a long time, and he couldn't argue with mere words, but he just couldn't argue with this little monk. In the end, he just listened to him. That child, that day He was only nineteen. At nineteen years old, he was not as good as the weak crown. He had his own reasons, and he would definitely do something in the future. So the prisoner waited for him to finish speaking, and said to him: One day, if he tries his best to fulfill his wish, he will be able to get out of trouble , will protect him well.”

"He did it..." Yang Chan murmured, "He...is you, so..."

Lao Li interrupted, and said in a leisurely tone: "How come. He is him, I am me, the story is the story, and the speaker is the speaker. How can the person who tells the story be in the story? Then, let's go to the next paragraph... ..."

He continued: "It's still that prisoner, it's still that mountain. Not long after the little monk left, an assassin ushered in the mountain."

"..."

"The assassin came by order to take his head. He was not upset, because no one could take it unless he wanted to. So the assassin stayed with him for three days and told many stories... He was imprisoned for 500 years, who knows This assassin has chatted with him the longest. He has also traveled around the world, but after all, he is not so close to ordinary people, so he listens to her, and it is also interesting. People are not what he thought, rushing for a hundred years, life after life Searching can also lead to a very interesting life. He recalled that he practiced the method of longevity before, and went to the underworld to scribble. What was the reason for? Fear among the seven emotions made him live forever, but he didn't know the love in the world. Never really tasted the other six..."

Yang Chan said: "He wants to be a mortal for what he wants! Ignorance, is it not good? Immortality, is it not good? Only living..."

"Only in life," Lao Li interjected, "Only in life and never knowing life and death, will you not understand the sufferings of the world, will not understand the world's conditions, and will be fearless and extremely boring... That prisoner, he has a name, It was a gift from his master; he also wears clothes, reads and learns martial arts; he also has five senses and six senses, and he also understands the heart of a mortal. When he was born, everyone laughed at him as inhuman, but what is it that makes him inhuman? He yearned for it, but later, he didn't bother to live it, he went through life and looked back carefully, except for that moment of rebellion against the sky, which is worth mentioning, it seems that a thousand years of life is nothing but wasted."

"Heh..." She could only respond in this way, "Just because of this, you have stepped into reincarnation, are you... worth it?"

"No, no, it's not him who stepped into reincarnation. It's me." Lao Li still denied, "Go on, let's go to the next paragraph."

"At the foot of Mount Hua, there is a family whose surname is Wang. Wang Yuanwai is a medicinal material dealer. He was not harmed. He thought he had escaped a catastrophe, and the family had the same dinner, but he never thought that there would be any changes. Unexpectedly, that night, his last little daughter choked to death because of eating glutinous rice balls. In the end, he had no heirs. Stay—this is retribution."

The word retribution is an understatement.Yang Chan stared at him, even though she couldn't see, she still stared at him.This person, from the time he came here as a jailer, was a plan.It turned out that he had known her a long time ago!

"...But God still treats him kindly," Lao Li continued, "It's one thing for God to punish a person, but it would be even better if God can make him return from the wrong way. So, that night , when he was crying for his daughter, God gave him another chance - a fairy sent him an abandoned baby. From then on, he scattered all his family wealth, changed his mind, helped many people, and grew old safely ..."

"That baby...it's you..." She understood, and wanted to make it clear, "Your surname is indeed Wang. But what he should thank is not the heavens, but the immortal!"

"It's just a chance, why did you choose him instead of someone else? Don't you understand this?"

"Talk of chance, but it is unnecessary. The things that mortals deceive themselves, so as to give themselves some comfort."

"It's just that you can't see it. In fact, everything in the world can be tied together in one place... If you didn't see it, it doesn't mean it never existed."

Yang Chan couldn't speak to him: "Heh, you are full of monk talk, you... have really changed."

Lao Li denied again: "I am me, he is him. Born from that little obsession, but not the original body. Do you remember my story? This obsession, because of a peach of the little monk, can protect him from now on. Walk around; this obsession can also be because of the assassin who chatted with him for three days, and then stayed with her for 600 years without realizing it. Today, my story is over."

"Have you finished?" She noticed that her tone was a little lost.

"It's over!" Lao Li said calmly, "There is always a banquet in the world. In the blink of an eye in 600 years, in the end, what should go, what should stay... It's just a pity that your destiny has not yet arrived."

"Huh? Destiny," she didn't understand, "what is destiny?"

"Whatever you are, is what your destiny is."

"What's with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you?" Lao Li smiled, "Didn't you always look for the candle dragon's fire—you found it."

Yang Chan continued: "I found it, but I can't take it out. It's right under me. What's the use?"

"What's the use? Hehe..." Lao Li laughed again, "Do you think that is a dead thing? Dragon fire dragon fire, because of fire, it becomes a dragon. He came to recognize the master, so why do you use it for him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Grass and trees, people and beasts, everything in the world, if you pick up dragon fire, you can all become candle dragons. It's just because there are no candle dragons in the world, and dragons are in people's hearts!"

The bell of the ancient temple came from nowhere.

One sound, bringing back memories.

One sound, stop the demon heart.

With a sound, the past is gone.

Yang Chan finally thought of it. There is a temple in Huashan, but the bells can't float so far.That year, the snow outside Yuhua Temple, the old monk who passed away in the temple, and the bell...

The sound of the bell floated far away, and took root in her ears. Every time she suppressed her demon heart, the sound lingered for 900 years.

She touched her heart unconsciously, and finally believed the old monk's words.

—Wherever he comes from, he will go there.The vested heaven and earth are bred and withdrawn from the sky and the earth.The mountains, rivers, vegetation, birds and beasts are not him, but they are all not him.

Now, even this obsession must follow him to the end.

Dawn is approaching.She heard Lao Li's footsteps and was walking out.

She shouted behind him: "You shouldn't be surnamed Wang or Li... You should be surnamed Sun—the 'grandson' of Hozen!"

There was a burst of laughter in the distance, he was so free and easy.Perhaps, this is the best choice. The so-called happy life should have a beginning and an end.

No regrets, just happy!

"Ji Canghai, watching the universe, the world's cold and heat from the beginning. War wolf beacon, discuss meritorious deeds, only hear the history of a few famous people. Don't you see, the country is the same as before, a storm and a dream; endless hatred, the South Star and the Big Dipper, almost Returning to rise and fall several times. The common people are easy to sigh and leave people thin, and the guilt is as light as death-returning to the white head, how can we laugh at the spring and autumn?"

She could hear him chanting away, his voice gradually drifting away...

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—Monkey, do you have a name?

-Of course there is!My surname is Sun, and my name is Wukong!

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Wukong——To realize the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, and to attain the Dao, everything is empty.

There has always been only one Monkey King in this world!