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- "What the hell, where is this?" Sun Wukong asked.
Just now, he was about to hit the fake Wukong with all his strength, but unexpectedly he was knocked out of the wind and snow, and everything in front of him changed completely.
Where is the Heavenly Palace, where are the gods, and where are the fairies in purple clothes? Where's the fake Wukong?
In front of us, there is a beautiful mountain.
??Thousands of peaks open their halberds, and thousands of people open their screens. The sun reflects the misty light and locks the green, and the rain collects the cold dark green color. Withered vines entwine the old trees, and the ancient journey across the border is secluded. There are rare flowers and auspicious grasses, bamboos and pine trees. The cultivated bamboos and pine trees will be evergreen for thousands of years, and they will despise the blessed land; the rare flowers and auspicious grasses will not thank you at all times. The crow of the secluded bird is near, and the sound of the source is clear. There are many valleys surrounded by orchids, and moss grows on the cliffs everywhere.
"Where have you seen this scenery before?" Sun Wukong thought.
The wind blows from the mountains, bringing with it a refreshing coolness, and carries a faint singing voice: "Watching chess and playing chess, felling trees, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is high in autumn, and I pillow my head on pine roots against the moon, Wake up at dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and ridges, and cut the dead vines with an ax. Collect them into a load, and go to the market to sell three liters of rice. There is no competition among the seeds, the current price is average, and I don¡¯t know how to make clever calculations. Honor and disgrace, tranquility prolongs life. Where we meet, it is either immortal or Taoist, sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting."
But Sun Wukong felt that the wind blew through his body, blowing away the suffocation of years of hardship. Just now he wanted to fight to the death with others, but now that he thinks about it, he has forgotten why.
¡°Sun Wukong, it doesn¡¯t matter who is Sun Wukong or who Sun Wukong is, it¡¯s just me.¡±
When he looked at the green hills, he seemed to be the little monkey jumping in the mountains again.
When he got up, he ran wildly, roaring in his mouth and dancing towards the mountain. But he also forgot the golden hoop on the ground.
He was wandering in the mountain forest, but the singer was never seen. The song circled in the green forest and echoed in every leaf, as if it was sung by the mountain. The grass gave off a moist fragrance. Sun Wukong found that the smell was very familiar, as if it reminded him of something, but the feeling was like this breath. You felt that it existed, but it was not anywhere.
Sun Wukong was walking in the forest, with soft fallen leaves and vines under his feet. He thought about it, took off his boots, and stepped on the wet ground with his bare feet. A cool feeling came from the soles of his feet, and the ground under his feet seemed to have He lost his life, those grasses were tickling the soles of his feet.
A smile appeared on Sun Wukong's face. He suddenly turned a somersault, touched the ground with his hands, and felt the warmth of the soil. The tender grass was like the soft hair of a monkey.
Sun Wukong was stunned again. This time he fell on his back to the ground, but the earth held him up so carefully.
The ground in the heaven is made of cold and hard bricks, while the road to the west is made of mud.
Why is he always in those places?
Sun Wukong was lying on the ground, and the breath of green grass rushed straight into his seven orifices. He began to feel itchy all over his body.
He jumped away, took off his clothes, and jumped up from the forest naked.
Until he was tired and lay on the ground, feeling that his body was melting into the grass.
"Why am I doing this?" he said to himself.
"Because you are just a monkey!"
Suddenly a pair of big eyes stretched out from above his head and blinked at him twice.
Sun Wukong jumped up and stared at the thing.
The big eyes jumped away in fright, but it was a squirrel.
Sun Wukong touched the golden cudgel on his body, but found that it was missing. I was shocked and couldn't help but feel angry.
"What are you looking for?" the squirrel asked, blinking his big eyes.
"Get out of here! I dropped something very important."
"Are all your parts here? I see there is nothing missing." The squirrel raised its little paw and scratched its head and said.
"What do you know, Lao Sun has never left it!"
"Have you carried it with you since you were born?"
"ThisI don't remember, maybe."
"what's it for?"
"It's useless, it can be used to kill people!"
"Kill the squirrel too?"
"If I want to."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"For example, because you talk too much!"
"But if you kill me, no one will talk to you, and you will be bored."
"Ha! You really think about me. I have been imprisoned in the dark Five Prison Mountains for five hundred years, and no one has come to talk to me. I have stopped caring about you!"
"No one has talked to you for five hundred years! It's so pitiful. If I knew, I would definitely accompany you. If I could live for five hundred years"
? ??Accompany me? ha! Why? "
"What why? Do you need a reason to talk to someone?"
"Don't you need it?"
"do you need?"
"Don't you need it?"
"Hey, I'm just discussing it with you. Don't be angry. I'm only one year old. I really want to discuss things with others. There are too many things in this world that we can discuss happily, right?"
"Yes, it's you, you big-headed devil! I'm actually discussing this kind of problem with a one-year-old squirrel? Let others know that you have to laugh at me, but I am a monkey who wants to achieve righteousness and make the world tremble!"
"Why do you want the world to tremble?"
"I like it! Do you care?"
"But I like jumping on trees and jumping on the ground. If I look up and see the blue sky, I will be even happier, wouldn't you?"
"Hopping on the tree" Sun Wukong rushed up to the treetop, "Hopping on the ground" He jumped to the ground and jumped twice more, "Then he looked up at the sky Why do I always feel like a stupid bird!"
"Yes, yes, I have a good friend named Silly Bird. He is always cheerful. Originally, he was going to the south for the winter this year, but I wanted him to stay and play with me, so he decided not to leave. !¡±
"He will freeze to death! Humph."
"No, no, I will let him live in my hole."
¡°Then you¡¯ll freeze to death, it¡¯s the same thing anyway!¡±
"Why? Why do you want to freeze to death? Is it okay if I don't want to die?"
"No! If you don't want to die, you won't die? Why? Then what have I been doing for so many years!"
Squirrel lowered her big eyelids, a little sad, but then there was a shining light in her eyes: "I heard that all things have souls. When they get tired of living in one way, they die and become another." Is that what it looks like? If that¡¯s the case, I will change"
"That's not up to you! You may turn into a bird or a stone"
"Maybe I will become the colorful clouds on the horizon?"
"Maybe you will turn into a broken clay pot!"
"Can't I just change whatever I want?"
"While dreaming."
"Someone can do it!"
"who?"
"Subhuti."
"Subhuti, it sounds like the fruit on the tree."
"Hey, sometimes he really is. He can turn into anything and talk to you, or he can be anything."
"Is there such a thing? I'd like to see it. If it's a goblin, I can beat it to death with a stick, and I can gain merit points."
"Merit? What is it?"
"How could you understand that becoming an immortal or a Buddha depends entirely on this."
"I also want to become an immortal and a Buddha. How can I gain merit?"
"There are too many of them. There is a part in releasing animals, and there is a part in killing goblins"
"Aren't fairies alive?"
"But goblins were not created by gods, they were born naturally."
"Then who created God?"
"Gods? Maybe they exist in the universe."
"Who created the heaven and the earth?"
"You are very annoying! Pangu created the world Then who created Pangu? Pangu jumped out of an egg, so who laid that egg? If you ask me, who should I ask? ! When my old grandson jumped out of the stone, how could I know who put the damn stone in there!"
"Then, I don't want to ask who the egg belongs to. I want to ask, if Pangu was not created by a god, then he was a goblin? Did it turn out that all gods were created by goblins?"
"Ah? Thishahahahahawhy didn't I think of it? God was made by goblinshahahaha!"
The squirrel scratched his head: "Are you laughing at me? Well, although I know that when the squirrel thinks, the monkey laughs, but I still can't help but not think about it."
"Damn it, squirrel monkey, who told you this mess?"
"Subhuti."
"I want to see him more and more. Where is he?"
"I can't explain this clearly. He said that different people have different ways to see Bodhi."
"Go! I guess he has an enemy, hiding in hiding, and digging several tunnels in his house. Then how can you see him?"
"Sometimes he turns into a fruit on the tree and talks to me. Sometimes I want to find him, so I drill down from the hole in my tree"
"That guy is indeed a rabbit, I guessed it right. Take me there quickly."
"But the path I take may not necessarily be yours, right?"
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Lead the way!"
"This is it." The squirrel pointed at the dark tree hole.
Sun Wukong shook his body and turned into a ray of light, which went straight in and disappeared into the darkness.
The squirrel scratched his head again, "Why are you going in such a hurry?"
She approached the entrance of the cave and shouted: "Remember to come back here and talk to me later, I will be waiting for you here -!"
Once in the cave, Sun Wukong found that he suddenly disappeared.
Yes, he can't feel his body anymore, and he can't use any magic power anymore. The darkness has no boundaries, and he himself has no boundaries. His sense of touch keeps stretching, boundless, and all he can touch is nothingness.
Suddenly a voice came, like that of the squirrel: "Monkey, you must come back -"
"I am not a monkey, I am the Monkey King, the Monkey King!" He shouted, but his voice only echoed in his own thoughts.
And the squirrel's voice came clearly from his mind: "Who do you think you are? You are just a monkey."
"No, I'm notI am"
Who am I, he thought.
He kept falling deeper into the darkness until his feeling completely disappeared.
It's like a tinkling fairy music, or like dew on the leaves falling on a deep pool in the mountains. The leaves change colors, fly lightly in the air, cross the boundary between sky and water, turn into a fish, and then take on a human form. The figure was as hazy as mist, and the long hair was floating in the wind. He disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the long singing voice, chanting about the vastness of the world. Thousands of harmonies were faintly heard in time and space, and turned into the wild laughter of elves.
"The sky has no borders and boundaries, and the heart is both a garden and a wilderness of time. It sings and dances as the flowers bloom, but never stops bringing a piece of cloud gauze with you. Do you dare or are you willing to fly across the sky together?"
He saw the world in the sand.
The haze spreads its colors, and the sun and moon shake their light. Thousands of old cypress trees, thousands of knots are repaired. Thousands of old cypresses are green in the sky with the rain; thousands of bamboos are being repaired, and the color of the valley is green with smoke. There are exotic flowers and brocades outside the door, and the fragrance of Yao grass beside the bridge. The stone cliffs are abrupt and green with moss, and the overhanging walls are high and green moss grows. Every now and then I hear the chirping of the cranes, and every time I see the phoenix flying. When the crane chirps, the sound trembles far into the sky; when the phoenix soars, its feathers are in five-colored clouds. The black ape and the white deer are hidden, and the golden lion and the jade elephant are hiding in hiding.
"Where is this?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Where is this?" Suddenly a voice asked.
Sun Wukong turned his head, ah! Isn't that the fake Wukong?
I saw that he didn¡¯t have the golden crown and golden armor. He only wore a straw skirt tied in front of his waist. He was barefoot. The expression on his face also changed drastically. The arrogance and fierceness were gone, but his face was full of childishness.
???????????????????????????????????????????????? I am bumping into the stick coming up to me, Lao Sun. Hey, where is the stick? Oh no, how can I defeat him without a golden cudgel?
Sun Wukong hurriedly hid aside.
But he saw that the fake Wukong seemed to have not seen Sun Wukong at all, and said to himself: "The firewood collector said this, why don't you see a temple?"
"What are you doing in the temple?" a voice from the ground asked.
The monkey lowered his head and saw a talking wine pot.
"I want to become a disciple and look for Patriarch Bodhi."
"Bodhi? Patriarch? No, just a wine pot. Do you want it?"
"What do I need from you?"
"Hahahaha!" The wine pot laughed and sang a song: "What's the use of heaven and earth? What's the use of wind and moon if you can't make a quilt? You can't eat or drink.
What is the use of fiber dust? Among all things, what is the use of change? Taoism is self-contained.
What¡¯s the use of facing the wall? What's the point of drinking without seeing the eloquence? A big bag.
The jug sang faster and faster, and the more it sang, the happier it became. It bounced up from the ground and turned into a fat bear with a big belly in the air. It slapped its belly and made fun, singing: "What's the use of giving birth to me? If you can't laugh, destroy me." What's the use, it doesn't reduce the arrogance.
For a moment, the heaven and earth echoed his beats and drums. For a moment, the birds in the sky, the trees and grass on the ground, and even the stones were jumping in response: "Where did it come from? We were born in the same world, and we sang together in joy. , travel all over the road. Thousands of miles away, but you can't find it, why don't you meet me and smile. Walking in mango shoes and bamboo hats for a thousand years, traveling in the sky for eternity, walking in song, forgetting things and me. Hi! Hi! Hi! Feel free and carefree ¡¡±
"I have nothing to do with the gods!" After hearing this, the monkey was so happy that he couldn't help but dance and shout.
"Monkey, what did you hear? Are you so happy?" The fat bear flashed again and turned into a big mouth in the sky, asking.
¡°I don¡¯t know what I heard, I just know that I feel great joy in my heart and like it very much.¡±
"Hahahaha!" That mouth said againSuddenly, he turned into an old man in yellow clothes with white hair and a childlike face. "There are many people who come to me. You are the only one who is not scared away and can still smile. I will accept you!"
The monkey was overjoyed and bowed his head: "Master, please accept my obeisance!"
"What's your name?" the old man asked.
Sun Wukong hid aside and thought, if that guy dares to say that he is Sun Wukong, he will jump out and strangle him to death.
But the monkey said: "I have no sex. If someone scolds me, I won't be angry. If someone hits me, I won't be angry. It's just a courtesy. I will have no sex in my life."
Bodhi smiled and said: "There are such good monkeys. I'm not talking about this nature, but what are your parents' surnames?"
The monkey said: "I have no parents. When I was born, there was a sea in front of me and mountains behind me. I was alone, and no one answered my call. When I entered the mountains, everyone else had parents and brothers. I was alone in the world. From then on, the world It¡¯s a family, and all spirits are brothers.¡±
"Oh?" Bodhi said: "Can you still be the one who jumped out of the stone?"
The monkey raised his eyes and said, "Huh? How did you know?"
"Ahem! This" Bodhi was secretly happy. Where could he find such a natural talent? "I wonder what you want to learn from me?"
¡°I just want to learn Tao, but I don¡¯t know what Tao is?¡±
"Studying Taoism? It seems they are not from the same department, haha, but it doesn't matter. I have some Taoism and I wonder if you can learn it?"
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Sun Wukong hid aside and watched, thinking that he had never seen this scene before, but he knew it was impossible.
"Hey, you don't learn alchemy and meditation, so if you don't learn this, what do you want to learn?" Bodhi said to the monkey with an angry expression.
The monkey said: "It seems that you can't teach me what I want to learn."
"What? Then tell me what you want to learn!"
The monkey raised his head and said, "I have a dream. I thought that when I flew up, the day would clear the way for me. When I entered the sea, the water would also divide into two sides. When all the immortals and gods saw me, they would call me brother. I would be carefree and there would be no more trouble in the world." There is nothing that can restrain me, there is no one to control me, there is no place that I cannot reach, there is nothing that I cannot do, there is nothing"
"Stop it!" Bodhi said, "Go quickly, walk quickly, but I can't teach you! If I could teach you, I wouldn't have to play tricks here by turning into a wine pot."
Bodhi turned around and left. The monkey grabbed him by the corner of his clothes, but Bodhi turned into a mallet and hit the monkey's head three times. The stick sprouted a pair of wings and flew towards the mountain. The monkey chased after it, only to see the stick fly into a high-walled temple.
The temple door was closed, and the monkey thought, "If the master doesn't come out, I won't go." So he knelt outside the door.
A few cranes pulled up a huge piece of black curtain and flew over, and night came in no time. All the fireflies in the grass flew into the sky, changing various constellations in the sky.
The monkey was kneeling there.
On one side, Sun Wukong was tired of waiting. He thought that this was not a fake Wukong. Maybe all the monkeys in the world looked like him. He flew directly into the temple from the other side to find Bodhi.
Coming over the wall, he was stunned.
On this side of the wall is a vast white land with nothing.
Sun Wukong began to run across the land. He ran tens of thousands of miles in one breath and saw nothing.
"I don't believe this land has no edges."
Sun Wukong rolled up, and when he landed on the ground, it was still an empty land.
Sun Wukong was so anxious that he jumped up and did a dozen somersaults in one breath. This time he should have turned millions of miles.
It¡¯s still empty.
Sun Wukong couldn¡¯t help but feel a little surprised.
"I still have to get over this head today!"
He went all the way down again and disappeared into the distant horizon.
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