"I'm leaving." The lotus clamoured to get out of here, but there was no sign of it leaving, except for a pool of water that shook a little more.

Under the warm golden light, there seemed to be a figure gradually approaching Xuanzang.

Xuanzang's eyes widened, dressed in white, stepping on lotus flowers, and the law was solemn, isn't this the Bodhisattva in the Pure Land Temple: "Amitabha, the disciple meets Master Guanyin." ”

That's right, it is said that Guanyin Bodhisattva has thousands of incarnations, and each incarnation is in a different form, but the feeling on his body cannot be wrong in any way.

Guanyin held a net bottle with a warm texture like white jade, and a green willow branch was inserted diagonally into it.

The green light on the willow branches flickered continuously, and even in the world shrouded in golden light, it was not eclipsed.

Guanyin spoke: "In this life, your name is Xuanzang." ”

Xuanzang chewed Guanyin's sentence carefully, what is "this life"? Could it be that in every life of his life, Guanyin knows everything about it?

"Disciple, I don't understand." Xuanzang lowered his eyes, looking at the little lotus flower hovering at his feet, and his heart suddenly warmed. He even somewhat believed what the lotus flower said.

"Jin Chanzi, you were originally the second disciple of the Buddha, because at the Lingshan Conference, you didn't hear about the Dharma, and you slandered the Dharma, and you specially relegated your true spirit to the Eastern Soil. Now it's the 10th generation. Guanyin will tell the antecedents that happened to Xuanzang.

But he didn't say a word about how he neglected the Dharma, and how the first nine lives were lived. Xuanzang trembled when he heard this, neither because his true body had such a big background, nor because he had already passed the ninth reincarnation, and he would be perfect in the next life.

If you think about it carefully, the golden cicada has failed to realize the Tao, but there is such a big punishment, and he has been reincarnated for ten lifetimes, and he has not yet achieved the right result?

Xuanzang licked his dry lips and tongue, he knew that he shouldn't hide any thoughts in front of the Bodhisattva: "The disciple is stupid, although the golden cicada is the origin of the disciple." But in the end, the golden cicada is the golden cicada, and Xuanzang is Xuanzang. Since the memory has been lost, why let Xuanzang repay it for him? ”

After finishing speaking, Xuanzang smiled self-deprecatingly. was really said by the second brother, Xuanzang, Chen Yi, you are really cold.

Guanyin was silent for a moment, "It's up to you to understand this question." From now on, you will depart for Chang'an, where you will have an unusual encounter. When the time is ripe, it will naturally achieve positive results. ”

The white clothes disappeared into the golden light, and Xuanzang looked around for the trace of Guanyin, but he couldn't find it anyway, so he could only hang his hand: "Yes." ”

"Little Lotus, if I were him, would you want me back?" The only thing I could chat with him to relieve my boredom was the lotus flower at this time. He didn't want to come to the spiritual mountain in this dream in vain, how could he know more about the past.

Lotus is a little cheerful, because after this life, the golden cicada can come back: "Of course, you don't know, Lingshan is just me, how lonely it is." ”

Xuanzang looked at the lotus flowers floating up and down in the boundless lotus pond, aren't they all of its kind. So, looking into the distance, the voice seemed to drift a little farther away, as if coming from an iceberg that has been covered with snow for thousands of years: "It's a pity that I'm not him, and he won't be me." ”

"Jin Chanzi, what's wrong with you?" The lotus kept touching the hem of Xuanzang's shoe with its pink lotus petals, as if she was about to cry: "You know what? When you were in Lingshan before, you used to do this a lot. With such an awkward personality of yours, Lingshan can't tolerate you. ”

"Really?" Xuanzang stretched out his white and tender little hand and gently stroked the pink lotus, and there was a rare smile on his face that was not fettered and troubled: "I am really similar to him." ”

I don't know how long this dream lasted. When Xuanzang recalled, there was only the golden light that was close to dusk in his mind and the light pink that lingered in his eyes.

"Xuanzang, you've finally woken up." After sobering up, Changjie breathed a sigh of relief. Xuanzang didn't know what was wrong, but he slept for a day and a night: "Are you hungry?" Senior brother will make you a bowl of somen noodles. ”

Xuanzang touched his stomach, but he didn't, but when the second brother said this, he seemed to be really hungry: "Then it's troublesome senior brother." ”

The couch was a little cold, and Xuanzang sat on it very uncomfortably and twisted. It seems that it was not a dream, he really went to Lingshan.

The Bodhisattva said that he needed to go to Chang'an immediately, where opportunities awaited him. He clenched his hands and made a decision, it seemed imperative to go to Chang'an.

It's just that he didn't want Jin Chanzi to return to Lingshan as soon as possible, nor did he want to be a good cultivator in the tenth generation. These things are too ethereal, and as soon as a person dies and his spirit is scattered, there is nothing left.

Just like the Rausch golden cicada, the lotus and the bodhisattva, they all say that he is the golden cicada, but the golden cicada is just a name for him.

It's really just a name relationship, others say he's a golden cicada, is he going to live according to that prescribed trajectory?

He is unwilling, and even more unhappy, he wants to go to Chang'an, he wants to prove that Xuanzang is Xuanzang, and the golden cicada is the golden cicada.

The two can have a relationship between past and present lives, but they can never represent each other. Even if in the end, the golden cicada returns to Lingshan, and there is no one named Xuanzang in the world, he must prove that he once existed and lived for a lifetime as Xuanzang.

A bowl of somen noodles went down, and the empty stomach immediately warmed up a lot, this should be the last time to eat what the second brother made.

Since then, one Tiannan, one Haibei, one Luoyang, one Chang'an.

Xuanzang looked at Changjie steadily, "Second brother! ”

These two words startled Chang Jie, he jumped up directly from the chair and gently covered Master Xuanzang's mouth: "Xuanzang, don't shout." When you and I are out of the house, we don't need to use worldly titles anymore. ”

"Oh ......" is another title, Jiang Liu, Jin Chanzi, Chen Yi, Xuanzang, and the countless names of the ninth generation, which one is the real him?

He can't tell the difference anymore, he just wants to use this body, use this identity, and really live by himself.

"Second brother, just let me shout like that." Because, this is the last time: "I slept for a day and a night, and in my dream, there was a bodhisattva, a spiritual mountain, and even more wonderful, a talking lotus." ”

Xuanzang began their farewell with seemingly casual words as much as possible.

However, the second brother is indeed his closest relative, Changjie raised his eyebrows, as if he had predicted something, and his expression became solemn: "Okay, the second brother is the second brother." What about the river? What does Jiang Liu want to say? ”

Xuanzang's left and right hands clasped tightly together: "I want to go to Chang'an." ”

Changjie's eyes were hollow: "When?" ”

"Today, let's go today."