The Monkey King

   "Hahahaha, the monkey said, don't be a monkey?" A hearty laughter came from a distance.

   "Uncle Jin Chanzi." The girl immediately stood up and saluted.

   "Jin Chanzi? Xuanzang?" The stone monkey froze, and the fruit in his hand slipped.

   Far away, a figure came from the clouds.

When    got close, the stone monkey could see who was coming.

   is a monk, handsome, emaciated, wearing a gray cassock casually, holding a string of one hundred and eight Buddha beads, looking bohemian.

   "Uncle Master, this is..." Seeing the appearance of the visitor, the wind chimes were obviously a little dumb, as if shocked by something.

   "You mean my Buddha's light, right?"

  The wind chimes nodded heavily.

   Jin Chanzi sighed: "Yesterday Lingshan debated the law, the Buddha's light has been lost."

   "Lost?!" The wind chimes opened their mouths wide.

   Once this Buddha's light is lost, it means that he is no longer a Buddha!

   Jin Chanzi smiled as if she didn't care, looked at the stone monkey, and asked, "Do you really want to cultivate immortals?"

  The stone monkey gritted his teeth and said nothing.

   Jin Chanzi, later Xuanzang, the future master of his own, actually met him in this way.

   This world seems to be revealing to itself another fate, that unbearable fate, in a special way.

   However, no matter what, the stone monkey will not let himself worship him, yes, no matter what!

   Seeing the stone monkey gritted his teeth and glaring at him, Jin Chanzi frowned slightly and asked, "Do you and I know each other?"

  The stone monkey still did not speak.

   "The poor monk has a hunch that you and I are destined."

   "Better not!" Stone Monkey said coldly.

   Jin Chanzi burst out laughing: "If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. What's the best way to not have it?"

  The stone monkey turned his head away, not looking at him.

   "Well, you want to ask for immortals, and the poor monk has fulfilled your wish." Jin Chanzi raised his head and looked at the Taoist temple and asked, "Is your master here?"

  The wind chimes respectfully bowed and saluted: "Returning to the words of Uncle Jin Chanzi, the master is practicing in the Hall of Concentration."

   "Okay, I'll come when I go."

   After saying that, Jin Chanzi flicked his sleeves, and the clouds formed under his feet, and he flew over the wall in a blink of an eye.

  After Jin Chanzi left, the wind chimes rolled up the dust and tapped the stone monkey on the head: "You stone monkey is so ignorant! Do you know who Jin Chanzi is?"

   "I know, he is the uncivilized monk in Journey to the West!"

If    falls into his hands, it doesn't matter whether he can get the scriptures or not. Because that is a tragedy in itself.

  The wind chimes directly ignored the stone monkey's inaccurate answer, and said, "Jin Chanzi is the second disciple of the Western Heavenly Tathagata Buddha, how can you talk to him like this!"

"Cut!" The stone monkey turned his head to look, and after a while, he turned his head suddenly, full of surprise: "You said that Jin Chanzi was the second disciple of the Western Heavenly Tathagata Buddha, you called him Shishu, then... Nasu Patriarch Bodhi is not..."

   "You insisted on going to the master's door, but you don't even know the identity of the master?" Fengling gave the stone monkey a contemptuous look.

   "The Tathagata Buddha is the same disciple as Patriarch Subhuti?!" The stone monkey exclaimed.

   If that's the case, isn't the entire Journey to the West designed by these people?

  The wind chimes raised the dust and knocked on the stone monkey's head again: "Nonsense! How is the Tathagata Buddha a master and a fellow disciple?"

   "Then why are you called Uncle Jin Chanzi again?"

   "Master is of the same line as that of the Tathagata Buddha, and in terms of seniority, I will call Jin Chanzi Master Uncle!"

   "Oh?" The stone monkey breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Where does this dharma come from? This is a Taoist temple, but the Buddha's teaching is Buddhism."

"You don't know anything about this." Fengling cleared her throat and said in a succinct voice: "Master first cultivated the Dao method, and the Dao method was successful, and then went out of Hangu Pass with Tai Shangxi, turned a hu into a Buddha, and practiced the Buddha method again. It’s a pity that the Buddhadharma has not yet been fully accomplished, so here only the Taoist Dharma is taught.”

   After he finished speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk about this matter, lest the master be unhappy."

   "Oh." The stone monkey frowned tightly, his eyes wandering in the sky.

"I have cultivated the Dao method first, and the Dao method has become successful? Well, since the Dao method has been completed, why should I still practice the Buddha method? According to the grade of this old man, it is not inferior to a Western Buddha, right? There is no reason." Thinking, The stone monkey glanced at the wind chimes, but did not ask.

   Concentrated in the hall, Subhuti and Jin Chanzi met their eyes.

  Jin Chanzi gently glued the black chess piece and placed it on the board.

   "Clap."

   "Please." After saying that, Jin Chanzi's hand slowly moved away, passing over the white stones densely covered on the chessboard.

   "Jin Chanzi, what do you mean by this...?" Looking at the solitary sunspot on the chessboard, Subhuti stroked his long beard with a look of surprise.

   "This is a dead game, and it should be put to death and then reborn." Jin Chanzi looked directly into Subhuti's eyes and said slowly.

   "Death and then rebirth?" Subhuti couldn't help but smile bitterly: "A few years ago, I had an endgame with you. I really don't want you to do this. It's just..."

   "It's just that he died and was reborn, but it's a poor monk. Is that right?" Jin Chanzi's smile slowly faded.

   "This move is extremely dangerous." Subhuti pointed to Heizi.

   "The poor monk knows what to do."

   "You can think about it, if it doesn't work..." Subhuti paused slightly, and the hall became quiet for a while.

   After a long time, Subhuti said the last few words: "Immortal!"

   At that moment, thunder broke out on a sunny day, and flashes of light shone on Jin Chanzi's face through the eaves of the window, handsome and without ripples.

   His face was indifferent, his hands clasped together and said: "For Purdue, the poor monk is willing to turn into this chess piece and solve the confusion of Buddhism for centuries."

   Looking at Jin Chanzi with firm eyes, Subhuti was shocked, and after a long time, he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"The poor monk has asked Zheng Faming to take care of the last life. If the sky is virtuous, let me practice the method of Purdue. If it doesn't work..." Jin Chanzi stood up and bowed: "This trip is a farewell, and there is no time for goodbye. Please also ask Daoist brother. Take care of yourself!"

   The thunder has passed, and the sky is the same as before.

  The soft light, through the white gauze on the window, fell on Jin Chanzi's body, carving a deep shadow on the quaint floor.

  Subhuti slowly opened his eyes and said nothing.

  …

   After a long time, the scarlet door slammed open, and Jin Chanzi lifted her foot and dragged her skirt to the high threshold.

   Under the watchful eye of the stone monkey, he walked down the stairs step by step, passed him by, and said, "The poor monk has already opened the door for you. The rest is up to you."

   The breeze blew through his sleeves, and with a flying posture, he stepped into the distance step by step.

   The back is integrated into the flowing clouds in the sky, into the green leaves in the forest, and is integrated with the heaven and the earth.

  Don't look back.

   Looking at the inside and outside, a group of brothers and sisters watched silently.

   Behind the door, on the long stone steps, Subhuti stood against the wind and sighed for a long time: "The future generations are terrible..."

  The stone monkey struggled to stand up, driving his almost unconscious feet, limping towards the gate.

  Subhuti slowly closed his eyes until Jin Chanzi disappeared into the distance, then opened his eyes and stared at the stone monkey climbing the stairs.

   This is the first time he and the stone monkey face each other.

  The persistence of a spring and autumn, separated by a wall, has finally reached this stage.

  Stone Monkey stopped and stared at Subhuti in a daze, this was a heart-wrenching wait.

   After a long time, Subhuti suddenly smiled and said, "You monkey head is really stubborn...well, come with me into the inner room!"

   After saying that, he looked up to the sky and smiled, turned around and left.

  The frozen expression on the stone monkey's face slowly burst into a smile, limping across the threshold like a happy monkey.

   "Entering the inner room... Master, this is to..."

   "Disciple who entered the room!" A wispy cloud swept across the sky, and the wind chimes held a whisk and walked through the crowd step by step: "In the future, I'm afraid we will all call him respectfully, Uncle Shi."

  The disciples and brothers who looked inside and outside were all surprised!

  …

   One day in heaven and one year on earth.

   Thousands of years later, the Book of Heaven records that on this day, three major events happened.

  The first one, the true monarch Yang Jian in the first battle of the Eastern Heaven, split the mountain to save his mother. Because of the death of his mother, he turned against the Jade Emperor. He brought the seven saints of Meishan together to fill the river mouth, and the three-pointed, two-edged sword pointed directly at the heaven.

   Heavenly Court hurriedly recruited Yang Jian's teacher Yu Ding, but Yu Ding did not stay behind closed doors, claiming that he could not win.

  Secondly, Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Western Tathagata Buddha, was confused. Lingshan debated the law and fought the Tathagata Buddha directly. He broke the Taoist mind and lost the Buddha's golden body.

   Afterwards, he made a great wish to suffer tenth lifetimes of penance, and was willing to fall into reincarnation. From then on, he became a monk on the vast land, and there were no more golden cicadas in the west.

   And the third one is that the ancient Western immortal Subhuti, regardless of karma, accepted a stone monkey as his apprentice and named it Sun Wukong.

   This last event was three hundred years ahead of schedule.