Tang Xuanzang returned to the hut.

The fish is still in the tank.

"Why is the ground so wet, you must be naughty again!" Xuanzang said to the little white dragon with a smile.

The little white dragon wagged her tail and smiled, and she realized that she was willing to be a fish, as long as she could stay by his side.

Since Xuanzang fought with Tianyang and refused Fa Ming's teaching, he seemed to be more and more lonely in the monastery, all the monks smiled strangely when they saw him, Fa Ming no longer paid attention to him, and no one called him to preach the scriptures. When everyone was chanting in the main hall, Xuanzang swept the fallen leaves in the empty square alone, and put each dead leaf back next to the roots. Or if he was lying on the ground alone, others thought he was sleeping, but in fact, the little white dragon knew that he was looking at the sky, and it was more than an hour when he saw it. In the evening, he went back to the dilapidated house where he lived alone, and wrote something on the faint oil lamp. He became more and more silent, less and less talking to the little white dragon and the flowers, his sky-bright smile gradually disappeared, as time passed, something gradually climbed between his eyebrows, he no longer swept the leaves, no longer looked at the sky, he just sat there all day thinking and thinking.

He was very distressed, the little white dragon thought, he must have something that he couldn't figure out, but she didn't know what he was thinking, she had been with him for so long, but she couldn't understand his heart more and more, what was in people's hearts? Sometimes he writes under the lamp, she jumps around in the water tank, Xuanzang used to smile at her, but now, he ignores it.

He didn't mention sending her home, and she didn't want him to mention it.

On that day, several monks sat down under a tree and talked.

A man named Xuansheng said: "I see this Buddha as a big tree in front of the court, with thousands of branches and leaves, and it does not leave its roots. ”

Another named Xuan Qi said: "I also have a comparison, I look at this Buddha, like an ancient well in the courtyard, always illuminating it, reflecting on my heart." ”

All the monks around said: "What the two senior brothers said is wonderful, and it really shows the essence of Buddhism." ”

The two of them were quite proud, but they saw Xuanzang sitting alone and ignored them.

Xuanqi shouted: "Xuanzang, what do you think of what we said?"

Xuanzang didn't look back, and said with a smile: "If it were me, I would cut down the tree, fill the well, and let you die of this heart!"

Xuansheng Xuanqi jumped up: "What a ruthless monk, can't you see that we have obtained the mystery?"

Xuanzang laughed and said: "If it is really mysterious, where can the tree and the well come from?"

"Hmph, what do you say is a Buddha?"

"Is there a Buddha, where is it? Grab one and I'll see it!" Xuanzang said.

"The Buddha is in the heart, how to grasp it. ”

"The Buddha is in the heart, what do you say it does?

Xuan Qi was furious and scolded: "You karmic animal! You speak nonsense and insult the Dharma! No wonder the Buddha wants you to float on the river, and you don't know your name, and your parents don't know it!"

As soon as these words came out, I saw Xuanzang's face change greatly, and he was as white as paper.

Xuan Qi knew that he was speechless, and everyone dispersed.

Xuanzang was the only one left in the square.

The wind blew a few dead leaves to his feet, and a lonely goose in the sky screamed a few times, startling the western sky like a bloody sunset.

"Who...... Who gave birth to me, and why did you give birth to me?" Xuanzang muttered, "Bring me here, but don't show me the way...... Why, why!"

He raised his head and asked the sky in a loud voice, but the sky was silent, only a tear slipped down his mouth.

Xuanzang returned to the hut, and the little white dragon was stealing his books in the house, and when he saw him coming, he turned around and turned into a carp in the tank.

Xuanzang was stunned in the house for a long time, and suddenly began to pack up his things.

The little white dragon watched him take a burden and came to the water tank again.

"Let's go, I'll take you home. Xuanzang said.

Xuanzang wanted to leave the temple, but Fa Ming couldn't stop him, so he only sighed: "You are born lonely, and you will have to worry about the Buddha in the future, so as to bless him from time to time." ”

"Master, I've been thinking that everything in the world comes from emptiness, but where does this sentient being's love come from? Everything in the world eventually returns to nothingness, what is that person coming to the world for?"

"This ...... In fact, if you can tell you honestly as a teacher, if you can explain it clearly, you don't need to do penance for the teacher for many years. ”

"Master, I have taken my leave, and my disciple is going to go on a long journey. ”

Fa Ming said: "For the teacher to understand your thoughts, take care." ”

Sing a poem at the moment: The Tao and the law cannot be said, the conscience is not asked, and the enlightened person will become heaven and earth, and the void will be in it.

"The disciple kept it in mind. ”

Xuanzang bowed to Elder Fa Ming three more times, got up and held the bowl with the golden carp, and turned his head away.

At that time, the heaven and the earth were solemn, the boundless fallen leaves were falling down, the wind, the sound of the grass and trees, the sound of the tide, the sound of birds, the heaven and the earth seemed to be suddenly filled with various sounds, as if there were countless voices talking, listen carefully, but there was nothing.

A great journey began.

Xuanzang held the bowl by the river and said, "Back then, I came from here. ”

The river was filled with white mist, and the wind swept up his clothes, as if he were saying to the little white dragon, and as if he was saying to himself.

"All things are sacred, every grass and tree is always a matter of love, you also have your home, your freedom, I can't keep you anymore, you go." ”

He put the golden carp into the river, and the fish circled a few times, but it did not leave.

"Do you also have friendship? I understand it, go ahead. Xuanzang said.

The little white dragon suddenly felt that she was going to cry, she didn't say a word these days, just listened to the monk, watched the monk read, swept the floor, looked at the monk's tightly knit brows when he was thinking, and looked at the monk's peaceful face when he fell asleep. She felt that she couldn't do without these, there was no such person in the Dragon Palace, there was no such person in the East China Sea, and there was only one such person in the vast world.

Did she really want to part with him like this?

"Encounters are all fate, don't force it, I want to go to the edge of the sky, you can't follow me, go. The monk was persuading her.

The little white dragon suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to show his true body, tell the monk all this, and then accompany him to the end of the world.

But in the end, she didn't, she shook her head and swam to the sea.

In the water, a crystal pearl slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

Everything is gone, and all that remains is memory. And is memory real or illusory? It can't be touched or seen, but it's so heavily engraved in my heart.

Maybe it's Xiao Bailong, maybe it's Zhu Bajie, maybe it's A-Yao, maybe it's everyone. When the little white dragon felt the water flowing silently and slowly at the bottom of the eagle's sorrowful stream, she knew that time was passing. But her memories are always vivid, and everything seems to be a long time ago.

"The sea is red, the Dragon Palace is dark, I have abandoned my body, I have abandoned my flesh and blood, so that the Emperor of Heaven will not get anything.

"I have rejected all that he wants, and I am left with my pure soul for those I love. ”

It's strange that when the sword is wiped around the neck, the thoughts at that moment are remembered very clearly. The little white dragon watched his blood slowly melt beautifully in the seawater, and saw his father's trembling and tearful face. There was no sound, no pain, only a momentary thought: "It turns out that life is so short, it turns out that when you find what you love, you should pursue it desperately." Because life can end at any time, fate is the sea, when you can swim, you have to swim to your love, because you don't know what will come, sweeping away all hopes and dreams. ”

The little white dragon held the Dingyan Pearl, reversed the current, and swam towards the light swaying on the distant sea, swimming, swimming......