After the firewood room was cleaned up and the white horse was grazed, Bodhidharma and Sun Wukong were ready to unload the dust of the day and enter their respective dreams.

Bodhidharma would recite Buddhist scriptures for an hour every night before going to bed. Sun Wukong lay on the haystack, tossing and turning, scratching his ears and cheeks, and never fell asleep.

Bodhidharma suddenly stopped chanting the sutra and said, "Apprentice, if you can't fall asleep after tossing and turning, it is better to read this sutra with the teacher." It can not only make people clear their hearts and dispel criticism, dust off the hustle and bustle of the red dust, but also detach themselves and escape from the sea of vanity and suffering. ”

As soon as Sun Wukong heard the theory about the Buddhist scriptures, his brain immediately began to fall apart. In order not to continue to listen to Bodhidharma's empty theory, suddenly, an idea flashed, and he changed the topic and said, "Master, let's put the matter of the Buddhist scriptures first." In a few days' journey, we will arrive at Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty. Have you thought about how to preach to their majesty? Don't just if the Empress had just heard a few words from us, she would be angry and blast us out of the palace. Sun Wukong crossed Erlang's legs, his left hand was pillowed under his head, and his right hand was brushing his pale yellow forehead hair.

"Apprentice, you don't need any gorgeous wittlines to be a teacher, and you don't need to go through the avenue of heaven and earth, a pure heart is enough."

"Hmm---? The apprentice is puzzled, with a pure heart, master, don't you be teasing me. ”

"If the Empress of the Tang Dynasty cares about the world, a pure heart is enough to convince her." Bodhidharma withdrew his eyes from the scriptures and stared indifferently out of the window.

"What if you can't convince her? Then we haven't traveled thousands of miles in vain? Sun Wukong asked rhetorically.

Bodhidharma didn't reply to him at this time, but just looked out the window, and suddenly became extremely resolute and resolute.

Sun Wukong didn't hear the master's answer, turned his face sideways, and glanced at the silent Bodhidharma, his cold demeanor made Sun Wukong really shiver. Sun Wukong has known Bodhidharma since the hinterland of the Western Regions, and until now, he has never found such inexplicable courage exuded by him.

"Master, Master, don't you want my grandson to kill the empress for you?" Sun Wukong said hesitantly.

"If I don't go to hell, who will." Bodhidharma put down the remnants in his hand and spit out leisurely.

"You're going to do it yourself? No, master, I've come all the way, but I've never seen you kill once, even if it's just an ant, you are reluctant to step on it. Sun Wukong became more and more confused, and his hands kept scratching the curly hair on his body.

"Wukong, it's late at night, stop gossiping, we have to get up early tomorrow morning and hurry." Bodhidharma picked up the remnants again and read them to the faint candlelight.

"The words of the old monk are becoming more and more elusive, forget it, no matter, it's a big deal that my grandson can act with the camera when the time comes, and if you can beat it, you can beat it, and if you can't beat it, you can just run away with the old monk on your back." Sun Wukong thought like this.

After hearing Bodhidharma's command, Sun Wukong jumped on the beam, hooked the beam with his tail, and hung his body upside down under the beam. The whole body swayed slightly in the air a few times.

"Master, it's still so comfortable." Sun Wukong said comfortably.

Bodhidharma glanced up and shook his head helplessly.

The next day, the master and apprentice got up early, borrowed a pot to cook a bowl of porridge, took the white horse, and went out of the store to the east, and the east just showed a touch of fish belly white.

On the road to the east, the smoke-filled villages gradually become scattered, and the villages are surrounded by large green wheat fields, like babies in their mother's arms. The roads in the village lead in all directions, busy farmers, women and children washing, children playing, and chasing dogs.

The master and apprentice led the white horse, wandering on this poetic and picturesque country road, the fatigue of running around in the past, and the sorrow in the heart, seemed to be relieved here.

"Master, is this what you want Datang to look like?" Monkey King said.

"There is peace and peace here, there is no strife, and there is nothing more beautiful in the world than this." Bodhidharma clasped his hands together and looked into the distance reverently.

Suddenly, not far ahead, there was an inexplicable commotion, as if there was a man cursing and a woman crying. When the master and apprentice got closer, it turned out that the man lost his gambling and lost his family, and he was not convinced, and wanted to use his three-year-old daughter as gambling money to win back the family property. The woman, who was also the gambler's wife, disagreed with her husband's approach, so she quarreled here.

"Master, don't look at mundane things." Sun Wukong wants to stop Bodhidharma.

"Tiger poison does not eat children, and as a father, how can he sell his own flesh and blood lightly. Get out of the way! Bodhidharma scolded slightly.

"This donor, if you win the bet, the property can be returned, what if you lose the bet? Have you ever wondered why you can't win, whether you have fallen into a trap that someone else has already designed for you, and you don't know it. Moreover, if the property is empty, you can earn it back bit by bit through your own hard work. If you lose your daughter, how sure do you think you can redeem your daughter in the future? Even if you do save up enough for the ransom, you don't know where she was sold. Your family property is gone, and your wife and children are still by your side, life and death are inseparable, which shows their true affection for you, even if it is a mulberry field, it cannot change it in the slightest. It shows that your family is the greatest treasure that God has given you, and this is what you should protect with your life, not money that you can't bring in life and can't bring with you in death. This is obviously a dead end, if you are obsessed, it is a sea of purgatory, if you stop the precipice, in fact, your life has just begun. It's not a bad thing to lose everything now, but it's not a chance for God to give you a chance to do it all over again. Amitabha. Bodhidharma's thoughtful words and impassioned exhortations are like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, all of which are alarming.

I saw that the middle-aged man who was angry just now, his expression changed from anger to relief, and finally to relief. At that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his mouth, and finally realized that his impulsiveness was reckless. The middle-aged man instantly recalled that when his family suffered a catastrophe, he begged to come to this village, and it was his wife's parents who took him in, so that his life could continue in peace. If it really gets to the extent that his family is ruined today, how can he be worthy of the kindness of his parents-in-law back then, and how can he be worthy of his conscience. Bodhidharma's words woke him up that his wife and children are his biggest treasures in this life.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered with some kind of fluorescence. Seeing him again, he slowly knelt down deeply to his wife and daughter who were crying in front of him. The left and right hands were uninterrupted at the same time, fanning both sides of his cheeks, and his mouth kept saying: "I'm not human, how can I sell my own daughter!" I'm not human, how can I sell my own daughter..." Seeing this, Bodhidharma turned around leisurely.

Fortunately, before Bodhidharma turned around, he put away his fangs and the golden rod that was about to be waved.