Imperial.

The spring flowers are blooming, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the blue stream is murmuring, and the grass and trees are affectionate.

Along the way, I have been accustomed to the harsh environment of poor mountains and bad waters, but now I am a little overwhelmed by this situation.

The queen, who took off her royal robe and changed into ordinary clothes, showed her daughter's true colors at this time, and she looked at the man shyly, and said, "Brother Yu-"

The monk was standing on the bridge with his head up, maybe he was looking at the sky, maybe he was looking at the trees, or maybe he was just in a daze.

"Brother Yu, look at that pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, amphibious and flying, how chic and cheerful!" the queen said softly.

The monk lowered his head and said in a daze, "Will there be mandarin ducks in spring?"

The queen took two steps forward, stood behind the monk and said, "Brother Yu, can you not go to the west to learn the scriptures?"

The monk touched his bald head and rubbed his chin again, but this time he didn't speak.

How could the talented queen not understand his thoughts, but she was not reconciled, so she could only ask: "Brother Yu, what kind of Buddhism are you practicing when you go to the West Heaven to learn scriptures?"

"The poor monks practice Mahayana Buddhism. ”

"What is the purpose of practicing this Mahayana Dharma?"

"Pudu sentient beings. ”

The queen smiled sadly and said softly: "Others practice Hinayana and you practice Mahayana, saying that it is for the purpose of universalizing sentient beings, then I ask you, everyone in the world can save it, why do you refuse to save the people in front of you?"

The monk clasped his hands together and was speechless.

"The customs clearance documents have been prepared for you, and there is only one thing to ask for. The queen turned.

"Your Majesty, please speak. ”

The queen walked towards the palace and left a cold word.

"Tonight, please ask the holy monk to look at the national treasure of the daughter country. ”

……

It was already late in the night, and the guards kept wandering, and under the illumination of the lights, the shadows followed like ghosts, and there was silence in the palace, as if the whole world had rested.

The monk walked back and forth at the door several times, and after hesitation, he still turned around and prepared to leave.

"Brother Yu—"

Suddenly there was a shout from inside the palace, the queen alone.

"Aren't monks silent?"

The monk stopped, folded his hands, turned and pushed open the palace gate.

This is the queen's bedchamber, and tonight for some reason, all the maids serving the palace are gone, only hundreds of green lanterns quietly scatter light around the gauze tent.

"Brother Royal, since you're here, please come in and see the national treasure. ”

The monk didn't know why, but he still walked into the yarn tent.

The queen glanced at herself in the glasses, turned slowly, and walked towards the monk.

When the monk saw the queen who was only wrapped in a thin shirt, he immediately took two steps back, turned his head sideways and covered his face, and said, "Your Majesty, you must not, a poor monk is a monk." ”

As he spoke, the monk turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the queen's wrist.

"What, is it true that in the heart of my brother and sister, I am not a national treasure of my daughter's country?"

The monk's throat moved up and down, and then he closed his eyes tightly and said, "Your Majesty—"

"The Buddha said that the four are empty, but your eyes are closed, and the Buddha said that there is no desire and no thought, but if you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe that you can still have empty eyes. ”

The queen grabbed the monk's waist with one hand and gently lay behind his back.

Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. He can close his eyes, but how can he escape from it?

"The Buddha wants you to look at me, do you look at me or not? Buddha wants you to stay, do you stay or not?" The queen reached out and untied her belt, and with a flick of it, her entire garment fell to the ground, and her jade-white body was exposed to the air.

"This ......"

"If you don't look at it and don't stay, then what kind of Buddha are you cultivating, what kind of Zen is you participating in, and what kind of proof is it...... What kind of way is it?"

The monk stretched out his hand and tore off the queen's wrist, walked outside, and just took two steps, he heard a shout from behind him: "Brother, do you really not like me?"

Silence, long silence.

The monk grabbed his bald head, laughed and walked outside.

The queen collapsed to the ground in frustration, looking at the distant figure and bursting into tears.

The monk who walked out of the palace looked up at the moon and left gloomily.

A girl above the nine heavens rubbed the little rabbit in her arms, and there was a disturbing sound of cutting trees in her ears, little rabbit, do you know, it turns out that monks can also shed tears.

……

Changting said goodbye, holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes, he was speechless and choked. At this moment, every grass and tree seems to be crying.

"Sending you a thousand miles must be goodbye in the end, Your Majesty please stay here. The monk said softly.

The monkey waved his stick on the side and said impatiently, "Monk, if you don't stay, it's a burden to follow." ”

"Splash monkey, are you stupid? How can we go to Xitian without Master?" Zhu Bajie stuffed peaches into his mouth.

The monk took the clearance paperwork and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Brother Yu!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, did not look back, but said: "There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed. ”

"Royal Brother...... Brother ......"

The monk ignored it, turned around and got on the horse ruthlessly, grabbed the reins, and looked back again, but still did not look at the eyes full of sadness and expectation.

He didn't say two words, and perhaps, never had a chance to say them again.

Last night she asked him if he liked her or not, but the monk wanted to tell her that if there was an afterlife, if there was a ...... Afterlife......

In the past, when I eavesdropped on Mr. Teacher's lecture in the academy, the monk clearly remembered a sentence, the book said that there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, but the book also said that there is no meeting in life.

That's it, that's it.

What's wrong with letting her die? It's better than thinking about herself, the person who wants to be with the green lantern scroll for the rest of her life, right?

Learn scriptures from the west, complete merits, and want to be a god, a god who has nothing to do with love and no warmth and coldness.

Far away and far away, from now on the dream haunts.

As the sun sets, the afterglow stretches the backs of the four masters and apprentices, the geese mourn, and the plants and trees are sad.

The monkey carried the stick on his shoulder and dangled at the front of the line.

Zhu Bajie held the reins and walked forward while complaining.

Sitting on top of the white dragon horse was a monk, and he sat there without any expression, this expression monkey had seen before, and the immortals in the Western Heaven Temple would always put on such a cold expression.

The one who follows the last is always the most non-existent sand monk, carrying the burden with a Zen staff, working hard, not talking much, and usually can't even hold back a stuffy fart.

"Wukong, I'm hungry for my teacher, can you help-"

"Why don't you go yourself?" said the monkey impatiently.

"Bajie, then you-"

"Master, I'm hungry too, but I can't make any food in this wilderness, right?"

The monk dismounted, turned around and glanced at the sand monk, who was already lying on the ground asleep.

"Okay, then I'll go by myself-"