My surname is Tang, and my name is Sanzang, the hidden Tibet, not the Tibetan Tibet.

You guessed it, Tang Seng is my nickname.

The name Sanzang was given by my grandmother, who was chattering all day long. Among the four people in my immediate family and grandparents' generation, she is the only one who is educated, and she naturally has to listen to her for such a big thing as naming her child. Although her grandmother never studied in a foreign school, her father was a "holy hand doctor" who read poetry and books. Since childhood, he has naturally become a cultural person.

"Three", often regarded as an approximate number in Chinese, does not specifically refer to three times, but the meaning of many times, grandma hopes, can be my "life" forever "hidden", not to let the evil gods and evil ghosts find, life is safe, smooth sailing.

The reason why I want to "hide" me is because my birth was not smooth, although it is not as good as the legend of "Jiang Liuer", but it can definitely be called a tribulation and danger, and several times I almost took my mother's life away.

In the version that my grandmother told me, when I was born, there was even a visit from the ghosts. Because, in the first three minutes of my birth, I didn't show any signs of life at all, and it was as if I had been crossed by someone or something from nowhere, and suddenly my heart was beating and I was breathing, and I was crying!

Regarding this Tibetan character, Grandma has an additional saying: When I read cáng, it can help me avoid ghosts and disasters; When I read zàng, it means that I know the "scriptures, laws, and treatises", and I will become a great tool in the future, which is why I blocked the mouths of my grandparents.

There is no water in my life, but there is no water in this name. So, my grandmother gave me a nickname again, called Tang Miao.

So, at home, I have three titles. My grandparents usually call me 三藏 (zàng), my father and mother like to call me Tang Miao, and only my grandmother calls me 三藏 (cáng). Grandma's task of "confusing the public" was carried out very well. Not to mention ghosts and gods, when I was a child, I couldn't even figure out which name I belonged to.

When I was a student with memories, the name Tang Sanzang never provided me with any positive energy, except for the teacher's first roll call, which gave me a little "return rate". No matter how hard I tried to correct it, people didn't want to accept the true pronunciation of my name. Obviously, Tang Seng's Dharma name is more favored and easy to remember.

Since there is no such exhausting thing as falling in love, I have not wasted four years of college. In addition to not falling behind in the mechanical engineering department, I also have a soft spot for one major course, college physics.

Originally, the purpose of learning this scientific knowledge was to enable us to get rid of "superstitious" thoughts. As a result, after studying physics in college, I was convinced of the soul. I firmly believe that consciousness and soul are also a way of being of energy particles, and as long as we master the laws of their motion, we can also discover them, communicate with them, and even control them.

Of course, at that time, I didn't expect that I would really be dealing with souls for the rest of my life. And the ways in which the souls I have encountered in this life are indeed diverse and varied. In order to live better and longer, I had to learn how to communicate with different types of souls and how to navigate them.

During the winter vacation of my senior year, my grandmother, who was also superstitious, took me to Qingyan Temple to ask for a sign for my future.

Maybe the little novice who sorted out the lottery holder that day was not put away, I actually won a lottery, which scared my grandmother half to death. She kept stuffing money into the hands of the "master" who gave me divination, begging him to help me through the calamity.

Of course, the "master" would not refuse such a good thing, so he made a fool of himself, comforted his grandmother, and then asked her to buy a valuable jade pixiu and let me hang it around my neck.

It's strange to say, as soon as this jade pixiu hung on my neck, it snapped and broke off, and I fell to pieces. It hasn't had time to ward off evil spirits for me, so it hangs up first.

At this moment, my grandmother didn't do it, she thought that the "master" was fooling herself, and she didn't have the ability to solve problems for me, and insisted that the temple send a really reliable monk out, otherwise she would come to make trouble every day, and she would go to the public security bureau to report the case.

Because many people witnessed the strange thing that happened to me, they also coaxed and asked the monastery to give an explanation, and the scene quickly became a mess.

A monk in charge walked over, roughly asked about the situation, and then pretended to look me up and down, and then turned around and explained to everyone that my life is indeed a bit strange, belonging to the kind that has not been encountered in a thousand years, and it is understandable that the senior brother just now could not practice at home, and he was not able to understand it for a while.

As for the kind of monk that grandma wants, the monk in charge said that there is really a monk who has placed orders in the temple recently, and he has some skills. It's just that this senior brother doesn't care about mundane things in the world, and even the presiding abbot never dares to force him. Whether or not I can invite him out depends on my creation.

Coincidentally, the monk in charge said that the monk's name is Wukong! And my grandmother has always only called me by the name of Tang Seng.

The news spread quickly, and the onlookers gathered more and more, insisting on watching the good show of "Wukong unsigning the master".

This Master Wukong really never gave others "fortune telling", saying that it was against the purpose of the six purities of the monks and taking refuge in my Buddha, and he also said that he would be blamed by the Buddha in the future. Because he is proficient in Buddhism, likes to travel all over the world, and is a friend who has presided over the abbot for many years, he will go to Qingyan Temple to live for a period of time every year.

Two days ago, Master Wukong couldn't help but say a few words to him because he bumped into the monk in charge of "cheating" the pilgrim's money, which made him very faceless. It happened that today's incident happened, and the monk in charge wanted to take him into an army.

What he didn't expect was that when Master Wukong understood the ins and outs of the matter, he actually agreed. He said that the monks did not speak, since it was the monks in the monastery who were at fault and deceived the donor; As a friend of the abbot, he certainly had the responsibility to stand up and make amends. But only once!

Master Wukong only glanced at me, and he was amazed, and he asked me with a smile: "This benefactor is indeed a good look, and he has not met him in a hundred years." Dare to ask, did you die once when you were born? ”

I was stunned and nodded. This old monk really has some doorways, you can see this!

"Bring it to me", Master Wukong saw me nodding, and actually became interested, and reminded at the same time: "Male left, female right!" ”

I reached over my left hand, but Master Wukong didn't look at my palm prints as carefully as a fortune teller would, and even closed his eyes. He took my hand with his left hand, then with his right hand, and gave it a few taps.

"Well, I don't know the donor, what do you want to ask?" Master Wukong let go of my hand, but his eyes were still closed.

Before I opened my mouth, my grandmother in the back had already rushed to say it for me: "Marriage, work, life!" ”

"Oh", Master Wukong smiled, "is that all?" Donor, do you have anything else to add. ”

"I", I hesitated, "I want to know, after graduation, which city will I go to develop better!" ”

"This question is more realistic", Master Wukong suddenly opened his eyes, looked at me and continued to ask: "Numerology is impermanent, there is no absolute good or bad. As long as the donor has the heart and the courage to act, the world is so big, where can he go? ”

"The master is right", I nodded in agreement, and scolded in my heart, this guy has been pretending for a long time, and it turns out to be a big fool, "I, I just want a general direction, and I ask the master to guide me!" ”

"You're trying to say I'm a big liar, right?" Master Wukong closed his eyes again and smiled, "But I don't know, does the donor want to live a peaceful and peaceful life, or a thrilling life?" ”

"Of course, it's a peaceful and peaceful day", the grandmother spoke again, "Master, you must think of a way to bless my grandson with a safe and ......."

"This is simple, immediately shave the ordination and take refuge in my Buddha!"

"How? I'm still waiting to hold my grandson! Grandma looked unhappy.

"If you don't choose Buddha, then you can only choose the Tao!" Master Wukong opened his eyes again, his gaze fierce, "Little benefactor, what do you think?" ”

"Of course I want a thrilling life!" I have no choice, and I look down on him more and more in my heart, there is such a way to show people, if you don't become a monk, you will die, just now I said that the world is big, let me choose.

"Okay, I'll tell you where to go, take it with your right hand!" After Master Wukong finished speaking, he pulled my right hand over, palm down, and then wrote two words on it with his fingers.

He wrote so quickly that I couldn't make out which two words it was, and just as I tried to ask him, I found myself dumb and unable to make any sound. I was a little frightened, and I was anxious to stand up, but then I found that my lower body was as heavy as lead, and I couldn't lift it; Immediately afterward, his neck couldn't be twisted, and he could only look at Master Wukong.

I couldn't speak or move, thinking that I had fallen into an evil spirit, and hurriedly asked Master Wukong for help with my eyes, but I saw that he shook his head gently at me, signaling me not to be nervous.

"As for what the female benefactor just asked", Master Wukong first turned his head to my grandmother, and then to me: "It's mysterious, I can't reveal too much." I can only send three words to the little donor, I don't know if I want to listen? ”

I nodded repeatedly.

"First sentence: You will have a unique job, but you will not be able to do it for long!"

I blinked, unique work, sounding good, and motioned for him to continue.

"The second sentence: You will be soulless for a woman, and you will not be able to live day and night!"

As soon as I heard it, which boy, the first time in love, is not like this.

"The third sentence: You will have three inseparable good partners, life and death together, never abandon!" After saying that, Master Wukong actually stood up and turned back to the meditation room.

As soon as his figure disappeared, I realized that I could move again, and then I realized that it was the ghost that Master Wukong had just made trouble, so I didn't dare to chase after him and ask more. However, how did his last sentence sound strange, it reminded me of Tang Seng and his apprentices. Could it be that this old monk is still fooling himself in the end?

The onlookers were obviously more disappointed than I was, whispered for a while, and then left.

But the monk in charge seemed to be quite happy, standing aside and laughing.

When I was going down the mountain, I suddenly felt a little itchy in the palm of my right hand, so I raised my right hand to look at it.

Two words actually appeared on it, although it was very light, but the outline was clear, it should be left by the old monk just now.

Beijing!

Is there anything wrong with coming to this place? The old monk still has to make it mysterious, for fear that others will know.

I really don't understand the world of masters.

……

Before I officially entered the society, the chattering grandmother came again.

She mysteriously called me aside, stuffed me with a small box tightly wrapped in yellow sheet paper, and said that it was a bright treasure, and that I should take it with me when I went to Beijing. Moreover, she told me that I should only use the things that have been turned on for my own use, and never let others touch them, so as not to get bad luck.

When I opened it, it was a Patriot brand domestic digital camera, pocket-sized.

It's a strange gift! I thought it would be a talisman.

I picked up the camera and examined it, and found that the most important part on it, the lens, had actually been scratched. The outermost layer of the lens looks like a raised block of ground glass.

I picked up my camera, pointed it out the window, and took a casual picture. Strange to say, those mirrors that look very blurry in the lens are actually quite clear when they become digital photos.

It seems that what has turned on the light is just different!