When the two were ready to set off on the second day, Xuanzang was still sitting by the fire, but he still didn't come up with an answer. For many days after that, he seemed to think about this question often along the way, sitting under the tree and thinking, walking on the road, crossing the river, and climbing the mountain.

He always has a special attachment in some places, and the persistent can be said to be a little stupid.

It's like Gu Nan said that she could take him out of the customs directly with light skills, or she could walk the road that he couldn't finish in more than ten days in less than a day, but he shook his head and refused, saying that he wanted to walk.

There should be no difference between the two, but since he didn't want to, Gu Nan didn't mention it again.

It must have been seven days later, when the two passed by a field.

Gu Nan walked in front to help Xuanzang carry his bags, while Xuanzang walked behind.

The road to this road is not easy to walk, not to mention that Xuanzang's body is weaker than ordinary villagers, and those who have crossed the mountains and mountains have long been exhausted, and they always have to rest if they can't walk for long.

But he still didn't say anything, and walked step by step, as if he were doing some solemn ceremony, and every step had to be solemnly taken.

In addition to helping him carry his luggage, Gu Nan didn't have anything else to do, Xuanzang's bag was not heavy, she had seen everything in it, except for a few robes and monk's robes, some water and a wooden fish almost nothing.

Gu Nan also once laughed at him, saying that he didn't carry scriptures with any monks.

At that time, Xuanzang said calmly, the little monk took it, pointed to his chest and said, It's all here, a lot.

There is a lot of mud on the field, and the mud sticks to the shoes, which makes people's footsteps sink a little.

Xuanzang stopped and took a breath, he had been walking for almost a whole day, and he was indeed a little unable to walk.

Sighing, he said to Gu Nan in front of him.

"Donor, let's take a break."

Gu Nan turned his head to look at him, and when he saw his vague footsteps, he shook his head, I really don't know what this monk thinks, this kind of appearance, he actually dares to go out of the customs and go west alone, and he is not afraid that there will be no return.

She accompanied Xuanzang to a stone, and the two sat on the stone to rest.

Xuanzang sat cross-legged, folded his hands in front of him, and closed his eyes.

Gu Nan knew that he was probably settled again, so he took out a fruit from his arms and took a bite of it.

The two of them eat this stuff these days, and to be honest, it doesn't taste very good. As soon as you bite into it, it is a piece of sour juice, and the flesh is also very green, and it tastes weird.

But it's good to have food in this kind of wilderness, and there's no way to find fault with so much, not to mention that this sour fruit is good for quenching your thirst.

Just as Gu Nan was eating the fruit, Xuanzang opened his eyes, sat on the stone, and looked at the wild field that seemed to be boundless among the wild grasses, the wild grasses were shaking, and the sky was connected in the distance.

He looked at Gu Nan silently and said, "Donor, the question you asked the little monk a few days ago, forgive the little monk for his shallow cultivation and difficult to solve. ”

"Then you don't have to solve it." Gu Nan said casually, anyway, for her, these have become a habit.

"But." Xuanzang lowered his head, folded his hands and said, "The little monk is willing to chant the scriptures every day from now on to relieve the donor from killing the sin." ”

Then, he asked, "I don't know the donor, how much is the killing?" ”

Gu Nan bit the fruit and glanced at Xuanzang, just in time to see that Xuanzang was also looking at her.

The monk's eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water, and he could see the bottom of the pool, without the slightest distraction, he was really dedicated to the Buddha.

"Click." Gu Nan bit off a piece of pulp and chewed it in his mouth, and said lightly.

"I can't remember."

Xuanzang was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Then, make a record with no memory." ”

So he was sitting on a stone and began to recite the scriptures.

"Hum Ban Za Sa Sama Ya Manu Bala Ya Ban Za Sa Chatnoba ······"

(From Vajrasattva)

Xuanzang, as he had been obsessed with before, began to chant for Gu Nan, reciting it when he was resting, when he was walking, before eating, and even before going to bed.

Gu Nan didn't bother him anymore, and listened quietly every time he chanted.

"Rustle."

As soon as the day dawned, the faint light of the sky shone through the leaves, and shone in fragments in this small forest.

When Xuanzang woke up, he found that it had been raining lightly.

He sat under a tree, the rain sliding from among the leaves and dripping on his shoulders and face, with a little coolness. The robe on his body was already half-wet.

Instead of getting up and looking for a place to shelter from the rain, he sat still with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he felt that the raindrops on his body had disappeared a lot, and he looked up suspiciously.

It was Gu Nan who was sitting among the branches, holding a rather large leaf in his hand, covering the top of his head and covering the rain.

Xuanzang raised his head, looked at the people on the tree, and smiled slightly.

"Silly monk, what are you doing sitting under a tree and smirking when you don't shelter from the rain?" Gu Nan sat on the tree and said.

Xuanzang didn't answer, just laughed.

In the woods, the sound of rain is dense and dense, and the raindrops hit the leaves on the trees, causing the leaves to fall in the rain.

Xuanzang slowly lowered his head and said with a gentle smile.

"Donor, you should be destined for Buddhism, why don't I give you a Dharma name?"

"Oh?" On the branch, Gu Nan shook his feet lightly, leaned against the tree and held the leaves and asked, "What's the name, if it's still good, I can respond." ”

"It's not as good as that." Xuanzang clasped his hands: "It's okay to call it Wukong." ”

Wukong, the meaning of Buddhism, is that all things are born from the harmony of various causes, illusory and unreal, and change and disappear impermanently.

It also means that knowing the world, understanding all emptiness, not being attached to joy and anger, not being attached to sorrow and happiness, not being attached to life and old age, not being attached to illness and death, and being able to transcend.

The rain is like a thin veil gently enveloping the mountain forest, making the mountain forest half-covered and half-hidden.

One or two birdsong echoes, it is empty in the forest and empty in the mountains, but unfortunately what Gu Nan can't realize the most is this emptiness.

Gu Nan was sitting on the tree, and the scenery she saw was always different from Xuanzang sitting under the tree.

The mountain forest she saw was a cluster of trees one after another, covered with greenery at the top of the tree, moving with the wind, stretching far away, gradually blurred in the mist of the rain.

"Donor." Xuanzang's voice woke Gu Nan up, and he asked, "Does the donor still think it sounds good?" ”

Gu Nan smiled: "It's quite nice." ”

Xuanzang smiled lightly and closed his eyes again, and in the sound of the rain, he read the scriptures again, the scriptures used to wipe away the murder on Gu Nan's body, he read them word by word.

On the tree, Gu Nan listened word by word.

Maybe she can let go of it, but she just can't let go, those past events that have passed.