The Monkey King

   Six hundred and fifty years later…

   At the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, in an inaccessible corner, a monkey and a monk quietly looked at each other.

   Slowly, Xuanzang let go of the hand on the monkey's forehead, put his hands together, his face was calm, but out of thin air he felt a sense of physical and mental exhaustion.

   The sky is full of stars, and when you look around, everything in front of you is so desolate.

   Not five hundred years as he knew at first, but six hundred and fifty years. One hundred and fifty years spent in a coma, after waking up, he was suppressed for another five hundred years.

  Who would have imagined that the Great Sage Monkey King and the King of Ten Thousand Demons, who are in the Three Realms, would spend a long time alone in this uninhabited place in this way, worrying about not being able to pick a single fruit?

   "Have you seen enough? What do you think?"

  Monkey sneered, his eyes red.

   Eight hundred years, this is his eight hundred years, from the moment he stepped out of Huaguo Mountain, an unbearable past.

   Desperately trying to seize everything, hold everything, but in the end, just keep losing and being alone...

   sighed lightly, and Xuanzang said softly: "The experience of the donor is beyond the poor monk's expectations. It turns out that what you hate is not the heaven at all, but the Buddha Tathagata."

  Monkey glanced at Xuanzang lightly: "Do you hate it?"

   "Don't hate?"

The monkey was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he said with a smirk: "I don't know, I'm stuck here, I've thought about what I should think about, what I shouldn't think about, what I want to think about, and what I don't want to think about. I'm tired of thinking about it, and I'm tired of thinking about it. I don't know if I still hate it. But if you let me out, I should still go to Lingshan to fight him. "

   Xuanzang half-squinted his eyes and smiled: "But the donor and the poor monk didn't say that. What the donor just said was that cultivating immortals is for longevity, and he will burn the heaven when he comes out."

  Monkey turned his head away from him. He murmured to himself, "I'm too old to remember the enemy, can't I?"

   "Oh?" Lifting his head, Xuanzang leaned on the edge of the cliff to look up at the stars, and sighed, "Then, let's leave it alone. Now that the matter has come, the poor monk will ask the donor again. Will the donor come out?"

   "You thought I'd go to learn from you?"

   "The donor can hear clearly. What the poor monk asked is, is the donor willing to go out of the Five Elements Mountain?"

  Monkey took a deep breath, raised his eyelids lazily, glanced at Xuanzang, and said, "What do you mean by that? I don't want to go to study scriptures, but you are willing to let me go?"

  A beetle climbed slowly, bending the grass.

   Xuanzang lowered his head and stroked his sleeves. After a long time, he sighed softly: "When I came, the poor monk still had doubts about whether he could persuade the donor to follow the poor monk to the west. But now, that doubt has been dispelled."

   "What do you mean? Aren't you afraid that I'll go out and kill you with a stick?"

Xuanzang burst out laughing: "Life and death, life and death, what is it? If you are afraid of death, how can the poor monk travel thousands of miles all the way to the west? Don't the donor really think that the poor monk has gone through hardships to learn scriptures in the west just for the sake of Become a Buddha?"

   Said, Xuanzang looked at the monkey with a smile, his eyes were bent into the shape of Shang Xuanyue.

  Monkey was a little dazed for a while, and the look in Xuanzang's eyes suddenly became a little more vigilant.

   From the moment he woke up and found himself under the Five Elements Mountain, he had already guessed the cause of the matter.

   Tathagata. Nature is not credible. Correspondingly, what he said about the fact that there is no link in the path of heaven and the fact that the spread of the Buddhadharma is not beneficial to him needs to be considered.

   But the monkeys really didn't understand the practical significance of studying Buddhist scriptures to Buddhism.

   Occupy land? Development power?

   Forget about Buddhism, Taoists are not interested in this. In essence, people in Taoism and Buddhism are the same, both only seek to improve their own cultivation, but Buddhism has cut off the seven emotions and six desires. Do it more thoroughly. And among these three worlds, the only ones who would be keen on growing powers were Huaguoshan and the generals of Heavenly Court under his command. Among them, the generals of the Heavenly Court are also restricted by the Heavenly Rules and cannot develop at will.

   "Why are you trying to lie to me?"

"Lie to you?"

"Isn't it? I don't believe a word of what you bald donkeys say, so I won't fall for your plan." The monkey snorted and shrank his head lazily: "Besides, I'm here. It's very comfortable here, I really don't want to go out, it's useless to say anything."

   "Really don't want to come out?"

   "I really don't want to."

   "Really?"

"Sincerely! How many times do I want to ask, you are really annoying as a monk, do you know? I came here early in the morning to disturb Lao Tzu's sleep and I have been disturbed until now. I really want to smash your head with a stick! "

Facing the glaring monkey, Xuanzang spread his hands and said: "The donor wants to kill the poor monk, so he has to come out first to kill. In your current situation, your cultivation base is completely sealed, even if the poor monk stands still and doesn't move you. Can't kill it."

"You—!" The monkey thumped heavily, took two deep breaths to calm down, and said coldly, "I'm not interested in fighting with you, anyway, I don't want to hear anything from you, I don't want to go out, and I don't want to Going west to study scriptures, just don't bother me here. That's it."

   said that, the monkey hugged his head with his only remaining hand and stopped paying attention to him.

   Xuanzang sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to get the staff leaning on the edge of the cliff, and walked towards the white horse step by step.

   "Really gone?" The monkey glanced at him secretly.

I saw Xuanzang walked to the white horse and tied his staff to the horse, reached out and unpacked his luggage, took out a bamboo tube filled with water and a few pancakes in his hand, and walked towards the monkey again. .

   "Why the **** are you back?"

"Did the poor monk say he was leaving?" Xuanzang raised his hand and showed the bamboo tube and pancake in his hand to the monkey, and said with a smile: "The poor monk is no better than you, with a golden body of heaven. The poor monk is just a mortal body. Naturally, I can't escape from eating, drinking, and sleeping. After watching it for a day, the poor monk is also hungry and needs to eat some dry food. By the way, do you want some?"

   "Eat dry food... Then what? Continue wrangling with me?"

"Of course, if you don't persuade the donor to leave the mountain, the poor monk will swear not to look back." Xuanzang nodded, pointing to his luggage and said, "There is a quilt in that luggage. I live here. By the way, the poor monk has seen it before coming here. There is a village on Wuli Road from here. If the poor monk has eaten all the dry food that he brought with him and still cannot convince the donor, the poor monk has to go there. I've had a beggar, this time, it's only an hour's journey at most, and it's not in the way. It's really not good, poor monks can also set up a temple here, accept disciples and set up sects, and reclaim the wasteland next to them into farmland, and cultivate their own food. Self-sufficiency, when persuaded the donor, when to set off again. There are seeds for cultivation in the luggage, but it takes some effort. The donor does not need to worry about the poor monk. "

  Monkey was a little dumbfounded.

   What is going on with this posture? Is this bald donkey really planning to stalk him to the end?

He threw off his cassock, Xuanzang sat down beside the monkey, handed a piece of pancake to the monkey and said, "How about a piece of cake to taste? Although it's not a delicacy from the mountains and seas, but I haven't eaten it for hundreds of years. Should have liked it.”

  Monkey patted Xuanzang's hand away without hesitation.

   Seeing this, Xuanzang stopped pushing. He looked up at the starry sky, nibbled on the pancake, and said cheerfully: "The poor monk is joking, we should, we can start before dawn tomorrow, and we don't need to delay here for too long."

  The monkey didn't answer, and only wrapped his head with his hands, as if Xuanzang didn't exist.

After a long while, Xuanzang sluggishly ate and drank enough, then he patted the crumbs in his hand and sighed: "Let the donor wait for a long time. Let's continue with the matter just now. The poor monk just looked at the memory of the donor. , Now let the donor look at the poor monk's memory, how about it? After reading it, the poor monk will let you out. As for whether you want to go east, west, south or north, or even kill the poor monk on the spot, it's up to you ."

"What?"

   Regardless of the monkey's willingness or not, even before the monkey could react, Xuanzang had already grabbed his hand and tapped it directly on his forehead.

   Looking at Xuanzang's smiling eyes, the corners of the monkey's eyes twitched slightly.

   Slowly, the surrounding scene was evolving like sparkling water, and a temple appeared in front of the monkey... (To be continued~^~)

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