Tang Monk sighed, feeling helpless. He had to stand up slowly alone and pack up the luggage that was messed up by the dragon beast.
He took off his bright cassock and put down his solemn tin staff, but he was still an ordinary monk.
No complaints, no slacking off.
Picking up the customs clearance document, it was awarded to him personally by the leader of the Tang Dynasty and was entrusted by a country.
Picking up the dark yellow brand new monk's robe, this is the monk's robe that all the monks in his temple have prayed for, and it is entrusted by the temple.
Carefully put away the cassock and tin stick given by Guanyin. It was a gift from Bodhisattva and entrusted by gods and Buddhas.
For the sake of your trust, he will not stop traveling westward.
Even if he were to walk on foot and die of exhaustion, he would face the west, die on the way westward, and pass away on the road to the Buddha.
Tang Monk struggled to lift the baggage, carrying a hundred kilograms of weight on his thin shoulders, stumbling, his cheeks were red, his forehead was sweating, and his body was on the verge of falling. At this moment, he did not look like a senior monk at all, more like a
An ascetic monk who first came to the world.
The gods and Buddhas in the world are not all crowned with merit, auspicious clouds thousands of miles away, and auspicious colors. In Tang Seng's heart, Buddhism is not just about meditating and turning one's heart to Buddha. There are many kinds of Buddhist practice. He just takes the path that he thinks is closest to Buddha.
The path of truth.
In Putuo Mountain, Avalokitesvara felt something in his heart and got up and flew to Yingchou Stream. This was the calamity that Monk Tang should have had. No one can fully know the calamity on the westward journey. He doesn't know when the calamity will start, nor when it will start, nor how it will end.
Crossing. This is the will of heaven. It is a test for those who travel to the west, and it is also a test for Buddhism.
Buddhism owes immeasurable merit to Heaven. Although because of the extraordinary calamity, Heaven makes an exception and allows Buddhism to repay the immeasurable merit with the merit of a missionary journey to the West. However, what Heaven wants is a real journey to the West, not a calamity played by many great powers!
When Guanyin arrived at Yingchou Stream, she lowered her cloud head and turned into a woman, holding a basket, and walked towards Tang Monk. No one who was not a journey to the west, or a deity who was not a god in the tribulation of the westward journey, was allowed to approach Tang Monk. Because Tang Monk's mortal body had
It carries so many causes and effects that even immortals and Buddhas cannot be contaminated by it.
When the old woman walked up to Tang Monk, he was already tired and sitting on the ground panting, his face turned from red to white, and he was covered in sweat.
The old woman was surprised and said: "Why is this little master so embarrassed?"
When Tang Monk saw the kind-faced old woman, he stood up hurriedly, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this poor monk has made my mother laugh."
The old woman waved her hand and said with a smile: "Are you kidding me? The young master is practicing asceticism in the wilderness alone, which is very hard. There are no other people in the wilderness, and even fasting is a problem.
I have some food here, so I will give the leftovers to my child who has passed away. Master, if you don’t mind it, you can use it."
Tang Monk hurriedly waved his hands and said: "How can this be done? Thank you for your kindness, mother. It's just a poor monk..."
"Are you saying that you despise me?"
"No, no, I don't dare."
The old woman said again: "Then just eat. The left and right are just some food."
Tang Monk thanked him and started eating.
The old woman asked him some more questions, and after learning that his disciple left angrily, she reached out and took out a flower hat...
On the other side, Sun Wukong, who was walking away alone in anger, stopped on the East China Sea. He raised his head and looked to the east. Hundreds of thousands of miles away was a fairy mountain and a blessed land, the Flower and Fruit Mountain.
He had not returned for hundreds of years, and he should have been eager to go back. But at this moment, he was hesitating. Not only was he timid about being close to his hometown, but it was also because he did not dare to go back.
He has gone deep into the great calamity and cannot escape. If he returns to the mountain, I am afraid that Huaguo Mountain, which has been far away from the great calamity, will be catastrophic again, and his monkeys and monkeys will be killed and injured again.
Therefore, Sun Wukong just looked at the mountains from a distance to see Haisi's hometown.
Just as he was wandering in the sky, he felt an inexplicable fright in his heart. Sun Wukong looked back to the west and saw that he was far away between heaven and earth. His golden eyes, trained by the true fire of Samadhi, could see through the distance and see through the plan.
The irritability that had subsided in my heart arose again, and there was a feeling of resentment in my heart. I had been suppressed for five hundred years, and I had finally escaped from the lonely years. Now I have to be suppressed again. It is really unbearable to feel so depressed!
Sun Wukong's eyes turned red. He suddenly stood up and started somersaulting back and forth. He wanted to fight with the stick, fight for freedom, fight for dignity, and fight for the monster for life!
After practicing Taoism for thousands of years, Sun Wukong is not as ignorant as a wild monkey who got lucky. He has the pride of being the great sage of the demon clan, and the sense of responsibility as the master of the Huaguo Mountain, the demon king.
Five hundred years of suppression at the foot of Five Elements Mountain was the fault of the Cholera Heavenly Court and the punishment he deserved, and he accepted it voluntarily.
But now, his freedom has to be handed over to the hands of a mortal ant. Even if he calls Tang Monk a master, it cannot be denied that mortals are ants in the power of Taoism after all.
If he really puts on that flower hat and is controlled by a mortal, what is the point of practicing Taoism? How can he achieve Taoism? How can he achieve freedom and ease?
The ferocity that Sun Wukong had endured for five hundred years suddenly burst out at this moment. Waves of energy rose into the sky, spreading to all directions and thousands of miles away, shocking countless immortals.
He is a great demon, not a carefree man who is dedicated to good deeds and wants to explore the world of mortals. His path is destined to be paved with fighting.
The somersault cloud moved forward at great speed, piercing the sea of ​​air and clouds, and shot straight into the sky like a daytime meteor.
This pop star crossed the sky and disappeared over the East China Sea. However, it did not appear in Nanzhanbuzhou, but entered an unknown space.
Sun Wukong looked at the scene in front of him with a surprised expression. A full moon hung in the sky for nine days, and the moonlight scattered across the sky and earth like a waterfall.
He stood on the top of the mountain, as if he could touch the stars and the moon with just one hand. Below the mountain was the boundless sea with turbulent waves washing over the rocks. The mountain wind blew his hair, as if someone was caressing it, and it was easy to smooth the hair and make him feel comfortable.
.
Sun Wukong was shocked, this is Huaguo Mountain!
Before he could come to his senses, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared under the moonlight on the rocks in front of the mountain.
Dressed in white as snow, he sits between heaven and earth and is out of this world.
Smile in the wind, observe all things in the world and enter the Tao.
The anger and irritability in Sun Wukong's heart dissipated, and he knelt down and said: "Sun Wukong has met the seniors, and Sun Wukong is grateful for the kindness of the seniors."
The figure in front of him is none other than Qing Luo, who built a path for him under the moon thousands of years ago!
Qingluo laughed and said, "Get up."
Sun Wukong stood up respectfully, knowing in his heart that the person who instantly pulled him into this world was probably this senior. When he was ignorant, he didn't know it. Now that he has become a late Daluo Jinxian, he feels more and more unfathomable about this senior.
Qingluo asked: "Are you going to seek bad luck on the people traveling to the west?"
Chapter completed!