The Legend Of WuKong: [50.]
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[50.]
The fire in Tiangong burned for another seven days. Finally it went out.
The gods searched for ruins and ashes, but they saw only two things.
A burnt stone.
A burnt gold hoop.
Some people said that they heard singing and laughter coming from the fire.
Some people say that they once saw a golden light and a purple gas rising from the fire and heading towards the sky.
Of course more people say nothing.
Guanyin got the golden hoop.
"Our goal has been achieved, can Journey to the West be over?" Guanyin asked.
The Tathagata is holding the stone in his hand.
"Can you guess the ending?" Tathagata also asked.
"Disciple has not guessed it yet." Guanyin said.
"I didn't guess it either." Tathagata said, "I lost. It turns out that there are really things in the world that I couldn't predict."
"Isn't everything in the palm of your hand?" asked the Jade Emperor.
"No, he has jumped out. Because..."
He would rather die than lose.
Tathagata held the broken golden hoop and sighed silently in his heart. He waved his hand and the stone flew down to earth.
……
Ayao found the stone and buried it in the scorched Huaguo Mountain.
The scene from many years ago appeared before me again...
"Huaguo Mountain, when will flowers and fruits grow again? However, the seeds have been scattered all over the world." Sun Wukong grabbed a handful of black soil on the ground, with a childlike smile on his face.
The thunder in the sky is getting closer
.
Sun Wukong leaned against a burnt tree and waited quietly.
At that moment, the dark sky was suddenly split open by a huge lightning.
Sun Wukong jumped up and pointed the golden cudgel straight into the sky.
"Come on!"
His figure illuminated by lightning at that moment is still solidified in legends thousands of years later.
"If it rains, flowers and plants will grow here, right? I have no seeds. If God knows my sincerity, let the stones bloom too."
She slit her wrist and spilled the blood into the soil.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar in the sky.
Ayao raised her head. At this time, the first drop of rain fell on her head.
"It's raining! Sun Wukong, look...it's raining...it's raining...the flowers will definitely grow!" Ayao cried with joy and shouted to the sky.
In the sky, behind the black clouds, a white dragon was rolling.
The chariots of the heavenly soldiers rumbled in the distance, and the shouts of the heavenly generals could be heard: "Who violated the laws of heaven and secretly rained water on Huaguo Mountain!"
"Tang Monk, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, this is the last thing I can do for you." Xiao Bailong thought.
"Farewell, forever!"
The rubble was reunited into a palace, and the Heavenly Palace returned to stability and peace. The gods began to return to their respective places.
God Erlang rode the clouds out of the heaven and was ordered to clean up the battlefield. He was suddenly stunned. On the scorched land of Huaguoshan under the clouds, the golden hoop dropped by Sun Wukong disappeared.
How could anyone take it away? Who else but Sun Wukong can move it?
Guanyin came out of heaven on a cloud, and she took it out of her arms
I picked up Jin Chanzi's handwritten scripture and stroked it, thoughtfully.
Under the sky they flew over, the Five Elements Mountain stood silently, waiting for the loud noise after those long years.
I have been to this world, I have fought hard, I have loved deeply, and I don’t care about the ending.
Falled leaves are floating to the earth one after another, seeds are sleeping under the white snow, a flower blooms and then withers quickly. In the shadow of the flowing light, the star map is constantly changing, mountains rise from the sea, and vegetation has flourished and withered for hundreds of generations. There are always pieces standing upright in the wind, exactly like their ancestors.
How could we forget Journey to the West?
Note:
When the heroes grow up in the iron cradle,
The brave heart remains the same as before,
Go and visit the Almighty God.
Before this, I often felt,
It is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone.
——Quoted from Holderlin's "Bread and Wine"
On an ancient clay pot
There are already legends about us
But you keep asking
Is it worth it
Of course, the fire will be extinguished in the wind
Mountains will collapse at dawn
The river blending into the funeral night
The bitter fruit of love
Will fall when mature
Here and now
As long as the setting sun crowns us
Everything that follows
What the heck
That long night
Moments of silence
——Quoted from Bei Dao's "The Legend Continues"
(Some ancient poems in this article are quoted from "Journey to the West")