The Monkey King

Faced with the monkey's request in an almost threatening manner, the new French rulers immediately turned to the monks from Kunlun Mountain for help. The results can be imagined.

For Monkey, even if the seven Golden Immortals join forces, they will fail. What can the monks of Kunlun Mountain, who are their disciples and disciples, do? It might be okay to use a knife behind your back, but if you want to confront someone head-on, there is only a dead end. This is something everyone understands.

Almost without any surprise, Xuanzang's request to chant sutras for the deceased was agreed to. The burial was successfully postponed.

However, if the person at the top agrees, it is a yes. Whether the people below are willing to cooperate is another matter.

Many family members of the deceased refused to let Xuanzang get close to the corpses of their relatives. In order to avoid Xuanzang, some even moved the corpses home from the public morgue.

For this reason, Xuanzang had to go door to door like a beggar, looking for the victims who had been deliberately hidden and trying to persuade them to allow Xuanzang to recite sutras for the victims. Withstanding the increasing ridicule.

The desolate scene made the black bear spirit's eyes blurry with tears.

He chased him like Xuanzang's servant and asked, "Master Xuanzang, why are you suffering?"

Xuanzang did not answer, but continued dragging his tired body and continued what he thought was the only thing he could do at the moment.

Everyone else in the westbound team saw this scene, but they all chose to remain silent.

Enlightenment and universal salvation are the meaning of the existence of this team, but apart from Xuanzang himself, who else understands this "Tao" and how to prove it?

Not to mention them, even Xuanzang himself was probably in a state of confusion at this moment. Silence is the only thing they can do.

Xuanzang did not allow the monkey to threaten the people with force, nor did he allow the monkey to question the monks who were responsible for post-disaster reconstruction. Therefore, the situation could only get worse little by little.

"Isn't that liar gone yet?"

"Not leaving yet."

"Why does he still have the nerve to stay? Does he still want to bring us greater disaster?"

"He said he would recite sutras to the dead."

"Chanting sutras? Don't be ridiculous, just use his own made-up Buddhist teachings?"

Xuanzang's reputation deteriorated little by little in this black wave, and he became like a rat crossing the street.

Many people were unwilling to let Xuanzang in or listen to what he said. on both sides of the road. There were people lying on the window sill, from awe at first, to fear later, to now looking like they were watching a joke.

They laughed without restraint. Some people even started throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves at Xuanzang.

The monkey stood on the street and watched quietly, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

However, Xuanzang still persisted and continued his incomprehensible plan. The face is dull. Like a zombie.

…

On Lingshan Mountain, a monk kowtowed before the Tathagata. Everyone's eyes were flickering slightly.

"I thought he just lost the battle with France and would still go west. I didn't expect that Xuanzang... was defeated so completely. It was really unexpected."

"Failure is inevitable. In such a situation, the method of salvation for good is nothing more than a lie."

"What's more surprising is that Dao Men actually stabbed him at this time."

"There's nothing surprising about this. Tao is different. If we give them a chance, there's no guarantee they won't stab us."

"But. Why did Xuanzang insist on reciting sutras for the dead? Could it be that he really lost his mind and went crazy?"

After this question, everyone in the hall immediately fell silent and frowned.

"He is crossing himself." A loud voice slowly sounded in the hall.

All eyes were focused on Tathagata.

I saw the Tathagata slowly closing his eyes and sighing: "To rescue people in the sea of ​​suffering is like saving a drowning person. When you stretch out your hand, you are also put in danger. The person who rescues people and the person being rescued , in fact, it is a game. If the person who saves people is strong and has a wonderful method, the drowning person will be saved. If the person who is drowning is strong and stupid, in the end, there is no guarantee that the person who is trying to save people will not be pulled into the water together."

As soon as these words came out, all the Buddhas in the hall came. All the Arhats were shocked and opened their eyes wide.

Someone asked anxiously: "If we go by what the Venerable said, wouldn't Xuanzang have been pulled into the water and fallen into a sea of ​​suffering?"

Tathagata nodded slightly.

Suddenly, everyone was amazed.

Someone murmured to themselves: "I see. Xuanzang's chanting was not to appease the souls of the dead. It was to appease himself. It was called to save others, but it was actually to save himself. Thousands of people in one city were killed and injured, and all of them were sinful... Even though he didn’t do it himself, it’s hard to escape his involvement.”

"What's more terrifying than the people's misunderstanding is the blame in his heart. That's why he doesn't explain. Because even if the people understand, he can't deceive his true heart. Instead of whitewashing the peace, it's better to reveal the side that is already dripping with blood. .”

"The way to do good is a lie. In this world, has there ever been a person who thought he was good and achieved greatness? Promoting the way to do good without 'power' is a dangerous move. It is reasonable for Xuanzang to have the bitter consequences he has today. ah."

Everyone in the hall was talking a lot, and they were all filled with emotion.

Now it seems that Xuanzang's original move of leveraging power, although clever, was nothing more than a heresy. It cannot achieve the overall situation.

Amid the commotion, someone suddenly asked: "Since he himself has fallen into a sea of ​​suffering, what will happen to him next?"

At this question, all the Arhats who were discussing with great interest were stunned again. They all looked at each other, unable to answer. They could only look at the Buddhas.

This time, no one answered, whether it was the Tathagata, the four great Buddhas, or even the other lower-level Buddhas.

…

In the imperial dining room, the black bear spirit overturned the table angrily.

He grabbed the chef's collar and lifted him up: "What do you mean, you don't even give me vegetarian food?"

"Young people, even small people can't make the decision... It's not mentioned above, I'm just the one in charge, how can I make the decision?"

Looking at the gangsters huddled in the corner from a distance, the black bear spirit gritted his teeth, threw the chef's head heavily to the ground, and rushed out of the door.

…

He hurriedly ran to the monkey and whispered: "Great Sage, the grandsons in the imperial kitchen actually said that they did not prepare Master Xuanzang's fast food. I...I will go find food for Master Xuanzang right now."

Not far away, Xuanzang had just been kicked out of a house.

The monkey looked back at the black bear spirit, then looked down at his bear paw with a few strands of vegetable leaves on it.

"I thought you would just beat them up and take away the food."

"Master Xuanzang said you can't conflict with them."

"But you still took action?"

Hearing this, the black bear spirit had no choice but to lower his head.

"Master Xuanzang hasn't eaten anything all day and night. I'll go find him something to eat."

Said. The roller blind was about to turn around and leave, but was grabbed by the canopy.

Shaking his head slowly, Tianpeng said: "No need to go, just tell him the truth."

Said. Tianpeng winked in the direction of Xuanzang.

"Tell him, this..."

The roller blind and the black bear spirit looked at each other.

"It's okay to tell him." The monkey plucked his ears and sighed: "Whether you say it or not, it's still the same. Besides, he is the one who wants to be saved. Is it appropriate to hide it from him?"

Under the encouragement of everyone, the black bear spirit finally had no choice but to walk slowly towards Xuanzang and tell Xuanzang truthfully what he heard and saw.

Xuanzang stopped, glanced at the monkey, said something to the black bear spirit, and then continued walking to the next house.

The black bear spirit scratched his head and came back.

"How to say?"

"Master Xuanzang said...Master Xuanzang said he didn't eat."

"Ah?" Xiao Bailong shouted: "Does he want to die?"

The group of people frowned and stared at the black bear spirit quietly.

A good while. The black bear spirit blinked his eyes and said with some uncertainty: "Master Xuanzang said... He said that birth, old age, illness and death, the meeting of resentments and hatreds, the separation of love, and the lack of desires, the five aggregates of clinging, all he endured were the sufferings of the physical body and the suffering of the people. The suffering is insignificant compared to the suffering. If you can't even bear this little suffering, how can you talk about the enlightenment of enlightenment..."

At this statement, everyone present was stunned.

The monkey looked at the canopy in disbelief and said, "He can relate to this. What kind of logic is this? Do you have to starve to death to attain enlightenment?"

"No." Tianpeng blinked, frowned, thought carefully and said softly: "There is a problem."

"What? Do you understand?"

Tianpeng shook his head and said: "I haven't figured it out yet, but...but I always feel like something is wrong."

That far away. Xuanzang had already reached the corner.

In order to prevent Xuanzang from leaving their sight, several people quickly followed him with small steps.

Seeing this, the injured macaque king could only shake his head and follow him with a picked branch.

Xuanzang's journey to chanting sutras was bumpy.

The prejudices of the people were so deep that they wished they could chew his bones into pieces. And he didn't want to explain, so he just endured all the vicious curses alone.

The sky was gray and drizzle began to fall.

Xuanzang was once again driven out of a private house. When he was leaving the house, the owner of the house kicked him and threw him into the water in front of the house.

"If you still dare to come, come once, I will beat you once, and the next time you will be..."

The man's yelling stopped abruptly when he saw the monkey hiding in the far corner. He was so frightened that he quickly retreated into the house, closed the door and shivered.

The whole world fell silent, and Xuanzang lay motionless in the stagnant water.

On both sides of the street, countless eyes watched him quietly through the gaps in the windows.

"Is he dead?"

"Probably not, how can you die so easily?"

"It's hard to tell. It seems like he hasn't had a sip of water or a grain of rice for a long time. Plus he's chanting like this... It's not surprising that he's exhausted."

Amidst the bursts of whispers, the first person to be frightened was not the people in the westbound team, but the man who had just kicked Xuanzang over.

What would happen to Xuanzang if he died like this?

Thinking of the scene of the battle between the monkey and the immortal, his feet went weak.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the monkey walking step by step through the rain on the ground to Xuanzang's side, grabbing Xuanzang's collar and lifting him up.

"I know you're not dead yet. If nothing else, I'm quite accurate in my sense of breath."

Looking at the monkey in confusion, Xuanzang coughed heavily, waded through the rain and crawled to the eaves next to him to take shelter, and huddled up.

The monkey walked over step by step, holding a golden hoop, and sat down next to him. After a moment of hesitation, he asked softly: "How are you doing now? I know it will be a blow to you to make such a fuss this time, but if you play like this, you will kill yourself."

"Otherwise, you can go back. You go back to Huaguo Mountain, the Marshal goes back to Gao Laozhuang, and everyone goes back to the place that originally belongs to you."

"What?" the monkey suddenly screamed.

Looking at the rain flying all over the sky, Xuanzang sighed expressionlessly: "Perhaps, the poor monk should not have dragged you along in the first place. The poor monk should... finish the journey to the west by himself." (~^~)