"Baldhead, would you like to go upstairs and play for a while?"
Passing by Tang Seng, Huang Xiaobei called him casually. There was not much sincerity. Although the dead bald man was living with them now, he was not from the college after all.
Upon hearing Huang Xiaobei's invitation, Elder Tang waved his hand, expressing that he didn't like being together with these monsters. He sat alone in the lobby on the first floor and continued to watch TV.
This is also a big hobby of Elder Tang. On weekdays, after washing the dishes, he squats next to the TV in the lobby on the first floor, watching TV attentively. He has nothing to do with a group of middle-aged women waiting to watch prime-time TV series every night.
the difference.
Well, the TV that Elder Tang is watching now is quite interesting, the 1986 version of Journey to the West...
I thought Elder Tang would make some comments about the 86th edition of Journey to the West, but unexpectedly, he didn't say anything. He just watched quietly, with a very dull expression on his face. He only occasionally muttered a few words in his mouth.
sentence.
When Huang Xiaobei passed by him, he happened to hear him mutter this.
"Wuneng is not that stupid, nor is he that ugly."
When Huang Xiaobei heard this, he immediately remembered that when he first met this bald guy, he said he was Tang Monk, and was slapped by Master Ma Liu after the incident.
Now when he heard that the dead bald man started to speak in Tang Seng's tone again, Huang Xiaobei stopped where he was, turned around and crossed his arms, and asked him with a smile, "If Zhu Bajie doesn't act like this, what else could he be like? Oh?"
, I understand, what you mean is that Zhu Bajie is not a domestic pig but a wild boar?"
"If you had said this 1,500 years ago, I'm afraid you would have been used to light sky lanterns by the soldiers of the Tianhe Navy."
Huang Xiaobei suddenly had a long face, "Mom, you are still addicted to acting. Wait a minute, Tianhe Navy Army? Yes, this Zhu Bajie used to be Marshal Tianpeng, and he seems to be a very useless marshal, so what about his soldiers?"
I'm afraid it's not that good at all. The Tianhe Navy Army doesn't sound like a regular army, but it's better because there are more people, a hundred thousand, which is enough to scare people.
Just after chatting with Karl, Huang Xiaobei was in a very good mood, so he said with a sarcastic tone: "Then may I ask what the Zhu Bajie you have seen looks like?"
Tang Seng was watching the TV, and it happened to be the part of Gao Laozhuang. In the boudoir, the fat-headed and big-eared Zhu Bajie was touching Sun Wukong's hand that had turned into green orchid, calling her "Mother."
Raising his head slightly, the expression on Tang Seng's face became deeper.
"What does it look like? I saw it several times when I was Jin Chanzi."
Jin Chanzi... you're good enough for the show...
Narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at the fat-headed, big-eared, silly Zhu Bajie on TV, Tang Seng had a smile on his lips, but it was mixed with a touch of bitterness.
After a thousand years, the former Marshal Tianpeng has long become a pig in the world's population, and people's suspicion of him is just the difference between domestic pigs and wild boars.
hehe.
Tang Seng silently looked at Zhu Bajie on the TV. He looked at it very deeply.
"Hey, madam, let me, old pig..."
Gradually, the eyes full of worldly aura disappeared, replaced by his real eyes.
The eyes as clear as water and as deep as lakes have long been covered by their own red dust, but tonight, those deep pupils are clear again, and the appearance of another person is slowly reflected in the bright pupils.
He is as rich as jade and has an extraordinary heroic appearance. His silver armor and white robes rustle with the nine-day wind, and his extremely handsome face always has a warm smile.
That is his true second disciple, his enlightenment, and his Eight Precepts.
"In your words, he is very powerful and handsome."
"Huh?" Huang Xiaobei said in a long voice. Handsome? Can Zhu Bajie be considered handsome? That pig-headed look shouldn't be too scary.
Tang Seng ignored Huang Xiaobei and continued talking about his Bajie.
"Marshal Tianpeng back then was a legend, a real legend. He was as rich as jade, with silver armor and white robes, and he seemed to be leading a hundred thousand Tianhe navy to sweep across the three realms right before his eyes. He was the number one divine general in heaven.
The 100,000 Tianhe navy under his command is an extremely brave and capable heavenly army in heaven. During the peak period of the Tianhe navy, even Li Jing's Nantianmen heavenly army had to give in three points, and when the monsters from the three realms heard the word "Tianpeng", they
They all ran away looking for the wind, and when they saw the battle flags of the Tianhe water army, they were defeated at the first touch before the battle started."
"He planted the battle flag of heaven across the three realms."
Tang Seng's eyes gradually became illusory, and his voice was full of memories of the past.
"Haha, the first marshal in heaven, the first divine general in heaven, led a hundred thousand Tianhe naval forces to conquer the north and south, killed countless monsters, and achieved great military exploits."
"In the heaven back then, who didn't respect him and who wasn't afraid of him? It's a pity..."
Tang Seng smiled bitterly and slowly said about his second disciple, "He will never be able to escape from that word of love in his life. He will be trapped in that word of love all his life. In the past, he was so majestic that he made the three worlds jealous.
Marshal Tianpeng, who turned his head sideways, turned into a pig demon in the end, a...disgusting pig demon."
Listening to Tang Seng's words, Huang Xiaobei didn't react excitedly. He just picked his nose and said, "Is that Zhu Bajie you're talking about? Why does it sound like an infatuated beauty with the attributes of a general? You're not bald yet.
Have you passed the second semester of high school? These things are all made up in your head, right?"
Tang Seng was stunned, with a strange expression on his face, like a dreamer who suddenly woke up from his dream.
No matter it was a sweet dream or a nightmare, he could only say one sentence when he woke up.
"It turned out to be a dream."
The clear reminiscence in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the thick aura of the world of mortals.
Ignoring the sarcasm in Huang Xiaobei's words, Tang Seng picked up the remote control, changed the channel, and watched a Korean drama.
"You can think whatever you want. Anyway, you will see the real heaven sooner or later. I am just giving you a vaccination now. If you see gods in the future, you can run as far as you want. They are not as good as you think.
"
After saying that, Elder Tang watched the Korean drama with a compassionate look on his face, "Tsk, tsk, this girl is so miserable, isn't she just getting married? She was hit by a car the day before the wedding, oh, what a miserable person, eh? Her partner
What's worse than her? When she went to the hospital to see her, she was hit by a car and turned into a vegetative state. Currently, these two vegetative states are both in the same ward, and they still rely on their subconscious to communicate? After becoming vegetative, they are still using their subconscious to encourage them.
Please recover as soon as possible and get married as soon as possible?!"
Huang Xiaobei complained: "Korean dramas all have this kind of virtue."
Elder Tang expressed his surprise. It was the first time he saw such a thing. It was so interesting.
Looking at Tang Seng, who looked like an older woman chasing dramas, it seemed that those words just now did not come from his mouth at all. Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but feel confused about this.
He always felt that there seemed to be a lot of stories about this dead bald man. Although sometimes he was just like a second-stroke guy who deserved a beating, sometimes he was like a living Buddha who had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had seen through everything.
The most terrifying thing is that this guy seems to be able to switch seamlessly between Erbi and Living Buddha. The switch is called a six, just like changing channels with a remote control.
It is said that this bald man is really good at making up stories. He casually created a different kind of Zhu Bajie, and Huang Xiaobei almost believed it.
The first marshal in heaven? The first divine general in heaven? Where do you put Yang Jian, Nezha and King Li Tian? There are so many gods and generals in heaven, how can it be the turn of a pig-headed marshal to show off his power?
"Then just take your time and be your Tang Monk. I won't play with you anymore." Huang Xiaobei was too lazy to listen to Tang Monk's story, so he dropped these words and ran into his arms.
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's leaving footsteps, Tang Seng's eyes darkened.
Patting his work clothes that were stained with water and oil, Tang Seng pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled.
"I wish those were all my imagination."
The TV changed back to Journey to the West, and he stared at the person on the TV, at that Tang Sanzang. Tang Sanzang looked at himself on the TV with extremely complex eyes.
"I wish I could be that Tang Sanzang."
After saying this, Tang Seng continued to watch TV.
But his heart could no longer calm down.
A drop of water fell into the lake surface, which I thought would have no more fluctuations, causing a few ripples.
He remembered a lot tonight, and even more so, he recalled the answer that Buddha gave him when he questioned the Buddha's teachings thousands of years ago when he was still a golden cicada.
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"World Honored One, is there anything wrong with Buddhism?"
"Nothing wrong."
"Then why do you only save yourself and not others?"
"Golden Chan, Buddha is destined to cross over."
"Human beings are born with the wisdom root of Buddha nature, but their eyes are obscured by the world of mortals. They are definitely not human beings. Buddhas are Buddhas. If the mind and nature are clear, everyone is a Buddha, and everyone can save all sentient beings."
"Jin Chan, is this what you call Mahayana Buddhism?"
"yes."
"You're going the wrong way."
"Nothing wrong."
Buddha looked at his favorite second disciple quietly, looked at the firmness in his eyes, looked at his persistence, and then said something softly.
"However, people in the world are so ignorant."
When Jin Chanzi heard this sentence that day, he was just stunned, and then quickly said, "What is missing is just a guide."
"Then go ahead and see the human world to verify your teachings and understand where you went wrong."
"Thank you, Master." Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and turned to leave.
Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was already anxious but had not dared to intervene in the debate between the two, saw that the overall situation had been decided and couldn't help but persuade him: "Brother, Master's teachings are not wrong. You are his favorite."
Disciple, don’t..."
"There is nothing wrong. My path is correct. What is missing is an opportunity to prove it."
Kasyapa put his hands together and shook his head slightly, "Jinchan, you can't win."
"possible."
The Buddha had no expression on his face and said calmly: "After ten lives, the poor monk will be waiting for you here."
"Thank you, Master."
Jin Chanzi, dressed in a white monk's robe, solemnly bowed to the Buddha, then turned and left, abandoning his Buddha seat without any hesitation, and plunged into the rolling world of mortals.
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Looking at himself who was so high-spirited that day at Daleiyin Temple, and looking at the golden cicada who had a firm belief that could not be defeated by any external object, Tang Monk smiled so happily that he burst into tears.
Look, that's who I used to be, that's who Jin Chanzi was. How determined he was, how perfect he was. In order to confirm his own path, he gave up everything without hesitation.
I am not him, I am just Tang Sanzang, a Buddhist scum who only knows how to drink and eat meat after becoming a Buddha and is obsessed with the world of mortals.
Raising his head slightly, Tang Seng blinked his red and swollen eyes and murmured softly.
"The world is so ignorant, Master is right, haha, the world is so ignorant, haha, I am not the same."
Many people in the world are ignorant and do not understand the reason: if you want to speak to other people, you should first discipline yourself. It makes sense, but if the poor monk himself is like this, how can he save the world?
I have been reincarnated ten times, and I want to go to universal salvation. I have traveled thousands of miles, and I have overcome ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties. But in the end, who can I save? Who can be saved by me?
Haha, I can't survive anyone... I can't even survive myself...
"Amitabha, Master, I know I was wrong."
Tang Seng, who has a solemn face and a peaceful aura, no longer has the cynicism or madness before. He clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
He is wrong, his way is wrong, his way is wrong.
He gave up.
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Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan.
Buddha silently stared at Tang Monk sitting in the Tianlong Hotel, listening to his inner words and watching him lower his head. Buddha closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"You are right, but the timing is wrong and the method of enlightenment is wrong."
"It doesn't matter, I am giving you a chance as a teacher."
"Disciple, my master is looking forward to your second trip to the Lingshan Mountain."
After finishing his words, the Buddha put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.