The Legend Of WuKong: [11.]
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[11.]
Sha Seng kept moving forward without stopping because no one told him to stop.
It was late at night, and there was a deep valley in front of him. He kept going forward, fell into the ravine, and then came up again. A dense forest appeared in front of him, and he stepped on the trees and walked through. There was a cliff in front of him. He ran into it as if he hadn't seen it, and drilled a tunnel into the stone wall.
Finally there was an empty space ahead, and he strode forward in this empty space without any light. But a sound gradually sounded in the darkness, and finally turned into a majestic roar, right in front of him, like a huge machine that was crushing the world. But he didn't stop.
Until a voice shouted: "Stop!"
Sha Seng stopped.
A man came over from behind him: "Do you know what is in front of this place?"
Sha Monk thought for a while: "Tongtian River."
"So you know geography."
"I once looked down at everything on the earth from the sky."
"You should also know that nothing can float in the Tongtian River."
"So what?"
"Are you still going to go?"
"Then what should I do?"
"There are many things you can do. For example, marry a wife, raise a baby, plant some corn..."
"Can't do it."
"Why?"
“You don’t know if that’s what God asked you to do, and you don’t know if God would like you to do this.”
"Then why are you walking? Because someone told you to walk?"
"Yes."
"Don't you have a place you want to go?"
"So what if you have your own direction? You can't go to the west."
"What if we get to the West?"
"Can redeem sins."
"So what if we atone for our sins?"
"You can be a roller shutter general again."
"So what if the roller shutter general is redone?"
"But you forgot - was it really you who broke the glass cup?"
Drifting monk stopped talking, the eight hundred miles of river surged, as if washing away long-standing memories.
It took a long time before he said, "Yes, I broke it."
"You are lying, it was clearly broken by Sun Wukong."
"That's because she can't punish Sun Wukong. And for you, it would be more painful for you to resist than to be punished for your whole life."
"Because it is useless, what will happen to the powerful Sun Wukong in the end?"
"So you feel at ease. What does Journey to the West mean to you?"
“Continuously seek pain, pain deeper than mine. Then I will be content, I will be relieved, and I will realize the power of God, who makes those who seek more miserable more, and whoever lies at his feet finds bliss. ”
"Is this what drives you forward? You lonely person
. You go, look at the big river in front of you, it leads all the way to the sky, go forward, follow it, you can return to heaven. "The voice said.
"Heaven..." Sha Monk's eyes showed longing. So he kept walking forward, and the river reached his feet.
The violent waves rushed over and swept him away.
Tang Monk walked up the mountain, the magic was eliminated, and he returned to human form.
In front of you is a white cloud hill, and a green plain is faintly visible under the mountain.
"I finally lost my way." He murmured and sat down on the top of the mountain. "I wonder if those three guys have found their breaking point. What's the use of just following me?"
He sat on the top of the mountain for a long time, watching the strong wind blowing the sea of clouds and the myriad phenomena.
"Is it true that no one can escape from your grasp?" He murmured.
"Xuan Zang!"
Tang Monk turned around suddenly: "Who?"
No one called him, only the trees in the forest were reborn, layer upon layer like human hearts. Tang Seng walked step by step towards the depths of the woods where the sound came from, and the trees moved away layer by layer. Finally, he came to a clearing in the deepest part of the forest and saw a deep ancient pool in front of him. He walked over and stretched his head to the edge of the pool. A handsome young face was reflected in the pool.
……
The bell of Jinshan Temple disturbed the pond in the forest. The young Xuanzang sat on the edge of the pond and watched the ripples brushing his reflection little by little.
"Xuan Zang, you don't recite sutras!" The old abbot stood behind him at some point, clasped his hands and sighed, "What can you see when you look at this pool of water?"
"I was wondering, where did it come from?" Xuanzang was still looking at himself in the water.
"Come from nature."
"Where does creation come from?" Xuanzang raised his head, and a drop of dew on a leaf fell on his palm. He tilted his palm, and the water dropped along his fingertips into the pool, causing tiny ripples.
"Good fortune lies in the palm of your hand." The elder said.
"This pool is a drop of water in whose palm? Will it turn into a sea or a mud pit in the future? Look at the endless flow of the river, but how has it ever dried up? What is its source? What is my source? Will I become the sea or the mud pit, and whose creation is it?"
"Jiang Liu," the old abbot said. Only he would call him by his nickname during a long and quiet conversation. "You are still young, so don't think too much."
"No, Master." Xuanzang said, "I always feel that I have been born for ten thousand years."
"Jin Chanzi, have you been traveling in the world for so long? Have you prepared your Dharma theory?" said a distant voice in the darkness.
"I suddenly don't want to talk about anything." A voice said, "I can never express the growth of a tree or the whole picture of a flower in words. I just want to ask one question, what is the true meaning of life? Please don't tell me with words."
Xuan Zang smiled when he heard this voice.
Suddenly four
Zhou Quan was bright, and he was in a treasure palace.
"Xuan Zang, Master Guanyin has appeared and ordered me to find you to go to the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures." The emperor said in the Golden Palace.
"I won't go." Xuanzang said, "I don't have time."
"The Bodhisattva asked you to go."
"But the Buddha didn't let me go." Xuanzang said with a smile.
"Which Buddha won't let you go?"
"My heart is at ease with Buddha."
"Where did this Buddha come from?"
"Where did that Bodhisattva come from?"
"You don't believe what I say?"
"If it's true, why didn't he give it to me himself, but asked me to get it?"
"Of course you are going to see the Buddha, should you let the Buddha come to see you?"
"The Buddha also waited for sentient beings to seek his salvation, didn't he?"
"Are you a monk? If you are not sincere, how could the Buddha preach the sutra to you?"
Xuan Zang sighed: "I don't need others to know whether I am sincere or not. I am already on the way to obtain Buddhist scriptures, why should I go to obtain Buddhist scriptures again? I'm afraid someone is kind enough to tell me the answer so that I will no longer Think about it."
"If you go west this time, I will make you a national advisor. You will lead thousands of chariots and horses, and bring gold and treasures with you. You will pay tribute to the country along the way, promote the prestige of our country, and let other countries know about the great reputation of the Tang Dynasty. ”
Xuan Zang smiled: "That's like sending an envoy to do business, but it's better to send a business minister, but you can't get Buddhism."
"How are you doing?"
"Please let me freely roam the world. It may be a hundred years soon or tens of thousands of years later, so that I can obtain the true meaning."
"How can this be so? You don't follow the path shown by the Bodhisattva, but you don't want the scriptures that can be retrieved in three to five years, but you have to find them yourself?"
"There are scriptures that can be obtained in three to five years. How can there be a supreme method that can be obtained in three to five years? If you don't know it in your heart, getting back thousands of scriptures is just like a few boxes of blank paper! Your Majesty wants to get such a You can send envoys to the scriptures. There are millions of scriptures in the world, how many people can truly understand their meaning? How can the true meaning be obtained on paper?"
"Then you should go to Lingshan Mountain to meet the Buddha and receive his advice."
"The Buddha has thousands of incarnations and is everywhere. Where is the spiritual mountain? The Bodhisattva wants me to get the sutra, but has he ever told me where the sutra is?"
"This... is naturally in the west."
"Where is the Western Sky?"
"You must just keep heading west."
"Haha, if I can't find Xitian, I am naturally not worthy of receiving this sutra." Xuanzang sighed, "But..."
"But what?"
"But in this world, how many people can achieve ultimate happiness? If I save myself, I cannot abandon all sentient beings in this world. If I save others, I will never be able to achieve ultimate happiness, so I will never reach the Western Heaven!" Xuanzang! Look back. Behind it was darkness again.
The voice sighed: "If you can figure it out, why bother looking back?"
The quiet pool appeared in the darkness, but the eternally calm water turned into a deep whirlpool, sucking Xuanzang in.