The Monkey King

   Under the moonlight, the shadows of trees swayed on the narrow path of Xingyue Sanxingdong.

   The Daoist disciple who came to summon walked in front with a lantern, Qing Xin followed Chen Xiang with Chen Xiang, and Yu Xuan fell more than ten feet away.

  The cicadas and birds in the forest chirped with a "squeak".

   Chenxiang raised her head from time to time to look up at her fairy sister.

   On this journey, Qing Xin was indifferent and silent.

   There was a hint of panic in those eyes, as if a child was about to face his uncertain future.

   The hand holding Chen Xiang suddenly tightened and then loosened, as if there was still a hint of apprehension.

   Not long after, the four of them saw the Hall of Concentration, which was half on the mountain and half in the cave.

  The simple and solemn hall, the dim firelight leaked from the windows on the side.

   The gate of this Hall of Concentration is not very big.

   Looking along the stone road in front of the door, in the ancient house, there are eight neat stone pillars on both sides, just like a long and narrow tunnel.

   At the end of that tunnel, Subhuti sat cross-legged. Alone, looking down at the chessboard in front of him.

  The flames flickered slightly.

   At this moment, Qing Xin suddenly had an illusion.

   That kind of feeling, as if what she was about to face was not the master who had watched her grow up all the time, but an old friend who was so strange that she couldn't remember her appearance.

   Maybe it was because she was afraid of this feeling that she didn't dare to see Taishang Laojun when she was in the Tusita Palace.

Everything between    and the monkey, everything, she can comfort herself. That was not the original memory. A wind chime is a wind chime, a bird is a bird, and a pure heart is a pure heart. Although they are in the past and present, they are three completely different people.

   How about with two masters?

   The Taoist who led the way stepped aside. He stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle, please."

  Qingxin nodded silently, released Chenxiang's hand and started walking.

   Chen Xiang quickly followed and held Qing Xin.

   stopped, rubbed Chen Xiang's head with a clear heart and said, "Go to a party with Sister Yuxuan. My sister is going to talk to my sister's master, and she will be back soon."

   Chen Xiang stared at Qing Xin blankly, then turned to look at Yu Xuan.

   Yuxuan took a step forward silently and stretched out her hand.

   "Go." Qing Xin smiled lightly.

   Chenxiang nodded. Reach out to hold Yuxuan.

   with agarwood. Yu Xuan slowly walked towards the courtyard in front of the temple gate.

  Agarwood turned back three times in one step. Qingxin looked at him from a distance and smiled.

   After a while, until the agarwood disappeared around the corner, Qingxin calmed down a little, turned around, started walking, and walked towards Subhuti.

  The fire squeaked. Burst the candles.

   Qingxin gently stepped on the floor of the Hall of Concentration.

  Subhuti paused in his hand holding the chess piece, then slowly raised his head and glanced.

"I'm home?"

   Qingxin raised his head and walked silently without answering.

   Walking up to Subhuti, she shook her sleeves, knelt down on her knees, and kowtowed, "Disciple is pure, see Master."

   For a moment, Subhuti was stunned.

The original smile on   's face disappeared, replaced by a hint of consternation.

   looked at Qing Xin, who was lying on the ground, after a brief silence. A smile appeared on Subhuti's face again. But it was no longer the confident, inscrutable smile that he used to be.

"Why, after going out for a trip and coming back, you've become so out of touch?" Putting the pieces in his palm back into the chess basket, Subhuti stroked his long beard and sighed, "Although the teacher is your master, but you are not a good teacher. Such a big gift is really rare."

   After saying that, Subhuti laughed.

   Qingxin maintained his original posture without moving. Don't laugh, don't answer.

   That laughter stopped abruptly.

   After a while, Subhuti coughed dryly and said, "Get up, no salute."

   "Master Xie." Qingxin straightened up and knelt down, but lowered his eyes and did not look at Subhuti.

  The hall was silent again.

  The wind blew into the hall through the gaps in the curtains, flickering the candles.

  Subhuti silently watched Qingxin, Qingxin silently looked at the messy pieces on the chessboard in front of Subhuti.

  The shadows of the two of them trembled slightly behind them.

   After a long time, Subhuti stretched out his hand to remove the chessboard in front of him, and said softly, "You, do you have anything you want to ask your teacher?"

   Qingxin shook his head and said, "Qingxin has nothing to ask."

   "Today, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask it out. For the teacher, you can say it all, and it's endless."

   "Qingxin has nothing to ask."

   "You don't want to know anything?"

   "I know what I want to know, and I know what I don't want to know."

   "But there's still a lot you don't know."

   raised his head, looked directly into Subhuti's eyes, and answered without expression: "More, Qingxin doesn't want to know."

   Immediately, Subhuti laughed, a rare chuckle.

   He pursed his lips, frowned, crossed his hands and sighed for a long time.

   "There are some things, even if you don't want to know, the teacher must let you know."

   Qingxin's eyes lowered slightly, and he didn't say a word.

   The hand clenched the corner of the skirt unconsciously.

"You already know a lot of things, but there are more things that you don't know. You don't know, and the wind chimes don't know. It's time for our master and apprentice to have a good chat. It's been a long, eight hundred years. It's time to talk about everything that happened here." Slowly closing his eyes, Subhuti sighed softly like a dying old man: "You are a good boy, and so are the wind chimes. I don't know Queer as a teacher, but ...Probably the same. Wukong, what kind of blessing is it to make the three of you fall in love at the same time?"

  Qingxin slowly raised his head, blinked his eyes and looked at Subhuti: "If I go back to the master, Qingxin has not fallen in love with him, nor will I love him. The one who loves him is the bird and the wind chimes. And I, it is Qingxin."

Hearing this, Subhuti couldn't help laughing dryly: "Since I was a child, my master has been accustomed to you. That is because I owe you in my previous life, for the sake of the overall situation of the Three Realms, I treat you and your fellow seniors as a bet for my master's sake. Put it on the gambling table, and gamble with your grand master. The purpose is to open up a new situation and make it possible for Jin Chanzi to preach the Tao. Do you understand this mind, Qingxin?"

   Qingxin quietly looked at Subhuti without answering.

  The two looked at each other silently for a long time. Subhuti smiled faintly, lowered his head and sighed: "It's normal not to understand, and it's normal not to understand. When my teacher was your age, I didn't understand this much."

  The wind whistled outside the window, and a few fallen leaves were involved through the window lattice and fell on the smooth floor.

With    on his knees, Subhuti slowly got up. Youyou sighed: "Actually, the teacher is a bodhi tree, and the Three Realms already existed in the world at the beginning of life."

   Step by step to the window, he stretched out his hand and waved, and the few fallen leaves that fell on the floor rose up with the rolling air and flew out of the window along the same path.

   reached out and put down the bamboo curtain that he forgot to put down.

   Pushing aside the gaps in the bamboo curtains, Subhuti looked at the shadows of the trees swaying in the moonlight outside the window and said, "When I was first born, the teachers were just like them. I don't know, I don't know. It just grows quietly like this."

   "One day, the teacher suddenly wanted to know what the world looks like. So, it took the teacher five thousand years to grow a pair of eyes."

   "At that time, there was only water, only wind, and only earth. There were no so-called monsters, and there were no gods and Buddhas."

   "Looking at the barren world, I am very disappointed for the teacher."

   "So, it took another five thousand years. A pair of ears grew."

   "Unfortunately, those ears could only hear the sound of thunder and the whistling of the wind."

   "From the beginning to the end, the teacher can't even see or perceive any of his companions."

   "This world is so lonely."

   When he said this, Subhuti raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. It seems to be a mockery, but it is more like a nostalgia.

   Qingxin listened quietly.

   After a while, Subhuti was looking at the green leaves outside the window, and said softly: "Later, I met many people for my teacher. Your master Taishang, Zhen Yuanzi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian leader...and, Nuwa."

"This world should be rich and colorful. So, we worked together to create other things that are lacking in heaven and earth, other things, birds and beasts, plants and trees. Nuwa also created the illusion of us. People. All of a sudden, the whole world is buzzing."

"But... after the commotion, many, many questions also came out. There were differences between us." With his lips pressed together, Subhuti suddenly laughed, turned around and said, "But that's not important, because this world has its own. The law of God, there is the Tao of Heaven. All the powers, no matter how strong you are, are actually just roundworms in the stomach of the Tao of Heaven. When everything is created by us, it is actually out of our control and develops freely. "The face of the world can never be shaped the way we want it, it can only grow into what it is."

"Sometimes, as a teacher, you will think that everything we did in the beginning was just superfluous. Even without us, the world would have developed into what it is today." After a slight pause, Subhuti continued: "However, Then things changed."

   "What changes?" Qing Xin asked softly.

"This change is... Laojun has cultivated the way of heaven, and he has cultivated into inaction. Then, in fact, Shakyamuni, who should be considered a junior, also cultivated into the way of heaven. He has no self." Subhuti spread his hands and frowned as if he wanted to say. What, pursed his lips and turned to ask, "Do you know what inaction is?"

   "Do nothing, to do nothing. Omniscient, omnipotent."

"Yes. Although it's not complete, it's almost the same." Subhuti nodded and said, "Simply put, Lao Jun truly mastered the heavens and the earth. Nothing between heaven and earth can escape his eyes again. His calculations. The entire Three Realms has become like a potted plant in the courtyard of the Tusita Palace, and he can make it whatever he wants at will."

   "So..." Qingxin asked suspiciously, "You all oppose him collectively?"

   At this question, Subhuti suddenly laughed, waved his hand and said, "No, the cause and effect of this will be explained carefully as a teacher." (To be continued~^~)

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