The Legend Of WuKong: [09.]
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[09.]
Baoxiang Kingdom
The sun is shining and the flowers are blooming.
The yellow-robed monster was looking at Tang Monk's luggage. He picked up a book and flipped through it. The cover said "Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty". The handwriting inside is messy, as if every word is trying its best to twist and dance.
Tianze Kingdom may have had an unusual outbreak many years ago. But it was a silent explosion, and it was the end of the Ice Age. I grasped this changing scene in the landscape of Tianze Guoju Island. This huge island is engraved with thousands of miles of traces of its flow thousands of years ago; and when the ice age snow melted, the mainland began to bloom and fruits to grow. Human beings set out from the islands and roamed.
There must be more than one starting point. So many strange creatures are jumping in front of my eyes. I inquire about the looming history of the forgotten tribe from their ritual dances and hymns. Different legends have the same origin. The world opened up, and countless isolated islands in the infinite waters gathered in this carnival ocean, while those lonely and drifting hometowns were sprayed like flower seeds hundreds of millions of years ago into the coldness thousands of miles away, where they gave birth to Life, and then the refuge consciousness that must not be in it prompted them to go back to the original soil through hardships from all directions. This may be an inevitable choice to ensure that spiritual beings will always be diverse.
After millions of years, after going through unimaginable hardships, I finally suddenly discovered that flowers were blooming on the earth and there were swarms of animals all around. From then on, I began a life that was completely different from before.
Destroy France, their scriptures believe that nature can create another self-replicating law. There are many more possibilities than the four phases we know of. If this is correct, then the reason why life, as we know it, is governed by the same four phases is that life happens to begin with these four phases. According to this interpretation, these four phases prove that life can only begin once. Therefore, any new arrangement method will not be able to communicate with existing life forms. There is life on this earth that is being created out of nothingness.
In Hidden Mist Mountain, when an astrologer there observes a star, he knows that there are a lot of things that deviate from what he sees. So, he read several records and naturally hoped that the best estimate of the star's position would be an intermediate number—that is, the center of the spread. They draw a graph such that this dispersion can be represented by the deviation, or distribution, of the curves in the graph. From this, a profound idea arises: the line marks the area of uncertainty. We cannot be sure that the center of the curve is exactly where it is. All we can say is "it's in an area of uncertainty" without knowing for sure whether it's all true.
Evergreen Sea, when the moon is full, the fish called moonlight can feel the light on the water surface. Only at this moment every hundred years, the water surface can rise enough to allow them to pass through the canyon that blocks the sea water. The stone then flows upstream to the Tianchi in the mountains, where it meets the female fish and gives birth to life under the moonlight. World
Every creature on earth exhibits this precise and wonderful adaptability. With this power, they all adapt to their living environment like an incomparable coincidence. Every detail is as seamless as if it was specially customized for the spiritual beings there. There is only one place in the Three Realms with two-color leaves, and only there are two-color leaves that can fly, with one side green and one side flapping purple. They never fly out of their paradise. However, I have not found that people adapt to any specific environment, people have no hometown, and I have not found the source of people.
……
The yellow-robed monster turned over and over, his face becoming more and more frightened. He suddenly shouted and rushed out of the palace, rushing into the side hall where the tiger was kept.
The tiger was looking worriedly at the pot of raw meat in front of him.
"You don't eat meat?" The yellow-robed monster waved his hand and gave back the tiger's ability to speak.
"No, I don't eat raw food." said the tiger.
"Are you used to staying here?"
"What place is better than here? There are no goblins, no traps, no nagging apprentices, you can quietly bask in the sun. Isn't this a place that people pursue in life?"
"I just read your notes and it turns out... you are a goblin."
"Okay, I'm a goblin and you're a god, I don't care."
"I was originally a god, I just restored you to your original state." The yellow-robed monster said with a smile, "The difference between gods and goblins is that gods determine what everything is, while goblins disrupt everything. When the gods created the world, they did not expect that there would be such things as monsters. Monsters were born from errors, and they came into existence because of accidents..."
"...and they are trying to be something in line with the laws of God, right? Because they are born, they refuse to be erased as evidence of God's powerlessness. When they rebel against God's definition, they become irrational, and They obey God's definition and deserve to be destroyed, and this is their fate," Tiger said.
"Hmph, you are the real goblin." The yellow-robed monster sneered, "Under your upright and handsome appearance is a demon's heart, an unruly heart that wants to break free from Taoism, and an ambition to reset all laws! I think! All supreme things are overthrown by the demonic heart!"
"I only have one heart. I just saw different scenery on the road and saw the world constructed by people from different sources. This world is chaotic, but when someone says he has discovered the origin of the world , discovered the truth that his sect is inseparable from all changes, he became a guide, and when his sect was cast into an iron roll and could not be shaken, the world had boundaries and became a prison." The tiger stretched his head on the iron bars of the cage. "Actually, who is in the cage and who is outside the cage is just a definition. Do you really don't want to come out? If you want to come out, you can tell me."
The yellow-robed monster laughed. He opened the cage and got in, sitting with the tiger.
"We are all out now, but the outside of the cage seems a little smaller."
"Yes, most of the people in this world
People are in cages, and only a few people can be outside. The truth is always much narrower than fiction. ”
"Oh?" The yellow-robed monster fell into deep thought. There is something profound in these words, that is...
"Run away, the tiger has escaped!" the palace maid outside the courtyard screamed.
"Ah! Sunshine! Palace! Beautiful woman! With all this in the cage, why should I be free!" Tiger sang loudly outside the palace.
"Ah? Damn monk, let me out, but I went to the cage to be happy! The lesson is never to believe in philosophy - let me out!" The yellow-robed monster shook the cage that was locked at some time. call out.
Suddenly the sky became dark.
Sun Wukong stood in front of him.
"Come out. There's no point hiding in there." Sun Wukong said, tapping the cage with his golden hoop.
The yellow-robed monster smiled and broke the cage: "Your master just left."
"Stop bluffing me! You are all lying to me!"
"No, actually, is there really anything in this world that can hold him?" The yellow-robed monster looked at the sky and thought for a while, "He knows where the boundary is, so why does he still stay in the cage? ”
He lowered his head and looked at Sun Wukong again: "Long time no see, how are you?" A smile appeared on his face, very sincere.
"Long years no see? You..."
The clouds in the sky moved over, and the time was cut into layers. Pieces of sunshine walked on the ground, over mountains and ridges, chased by the wind. In five hundred years, many things have been buried. In another fifty thousand years, no one will remember them, but they are still there, recording the light and the people it illuminated. You dig it up and it tells you a story. You think it's ridiculous because you see history and it turns out it's so different from what you thought. You don't know whether to believe in the light or the dark rock. Five hundred years, five hundred years without seeing the sun, everyone is hesitant to speak, everyone knows your past, and they think you should not be you. And you know that you are who you are and never change. What has changed is the world and people's hearts.
Yes, the people in front of me are all very familiar. I have heard these voices countless times in my dreams at the foot of Five Elements Mountain, but there is no one of my own. They are talking, and there is no one to answer. You don’t know how to answer. They are telling stories that you have no idea about. Your history is separated from theirs by only five hundred years.
"You are alone, facing the whole world...you are so pitiful." Bai Jingjing said.
"This is the last glass of wine. Drink it and wake up from the century-old dream." said the Bull Demon King.
"Long time no see," the yellow-robed monster said, "I still remember what you said to me back then."
Who are they talking to?
In this world, there is actually no me.
Perhaps there was a me who lived like that. His figure is imprinted in this era, and I saw his legend.