Early in the morning, on a rugged mountain road, a young monk rode a horse.

With the reins rolled in one hand and the golden staff in the other, the wide robe rattled in the wind, and the tall white horse's hair fluttered under his crotch.

The galloping momentum is like that of a fierce general charging on horseback.

Unlike ordinary wandering monks, he is young, with a handsome face, piercing eyes that look straight ahead, and is resolute and resolute. There was no trace of joy or anger on his face, not like other monks, but he had an indescribable firm will.

"This is the Marble Mountains. He tightened his grip on the reins, and the white horse stopped abruptly, and stepped out of the spot.

His gaze began to search the mountains.

"Who?" In the distance, in a rare place in the mountains, a furry hand suddenly stretched out from the grass. Pushing aside the grass, a monkey's head covered in dead grass was revealed.

"Phew. ”

Spit out the two weeds in his mouth, the monkey head took a deep breath, and held back his strength: "Disturb people's dreams!

The sound of monkeys echoing in the empty wilderness.

"There?" the monk followed the voice, instigating the white horse to move slowly.

Soon, the monkey met the monk.

The moment he saw the monkey, the monk smiled. The moment he saw the monk, the monkey also smiled, but it was a sneer.

"Is that you?" the monkey already knew the identity of the other party as soon as he saw the clothes, and even the intention of the other. History is always changing, and history is strikingly similar.

The originally lazy expression suddenly turned into a sneer: "What are you doing here? Let Lao Tzu go to the West to learn scriptures?"

The monk did not speak, but held his staff, and climbed the slope step by step along the pile of rocks, with neat skills.

"Let's go back. It's you who press me, and it's you who let me go, what do you talk to me about learning scriptures and becoming a Buddha? Who is Lao Tzu?" said this, the monkey sneered, and his grinning mouth showed sharp teeth, with a hint of madness.

"Why bother? doesn't the donor want to press here for another five hundred years?" the monk sighed, but did not stop.

"It's Lao Tzu's own business to press 10,000 years, what does it have to do with you, a bald donkey?" The monkey touched around with his only movable hand, trying to find a stone to throw over, but found that five hundred years later, the gravel around him had long been lost when he was bored to pass the time. Now I can only touch a handful of dirt.

The monkey threw it out: "Get out!"

The dirt scattered into a gray patch in the air, and the moment it touched the monk's robe, it all seemed to be spiritually bypassed. This surprised the monkey and forced him to take a closer look at the monk.

About two feet away from the monkey, the monk stopped with his staff on his staff, smiled, and looked at the monkey.

"Monkey, let's talk. The monk said.

Shang Xuanyue's eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, which makes the monkey's heart hairy.

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm sleepy, and I have to go back to make up for sleep." I don't get in the way of you learning from the scriptures, and you don't get in the way of my sleep, how good is it that the well water doesn't interfere with the river water?" the monkey plucked out his ears with his hand and turned his back away from him.

"Don't you want to be free?" asked the monk.

"Absolutely. ”

"I'll let you out, and you will let me learn from the West, and I will be free. The monk spread his hands and said.

"Huh, this is freedom, can I do whatever I want?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to pierce the heavens and let the heavenly fire burn all the heavenly palaces to ashes!" said the monkey viciously.

"No, you can't. The monk replied with a blank face.

"Isn't that the end of it? I'm not free here, I'm not free when I go out! Rather than that, I'd better be here, and not suffer from that wretch!"

The monk sighed silently and clasped his hands together: "Anitabha, I have heard that you are a stubborn monkey, and I don't expect that you will go west with me, and it is true." ”

After speaking, the monk strode forward, brushed his sleeves and sat on the side of the monkey, leaned his staff against the foot of the cliff, picked a wild orange not far away, broke it, and put it in front of the monkey: "You have the ability to reach the heavens, and you have practiced for many years, are you willing to be trapped here?"

Smelling the slightly sour smell of oranges, the monkey was immediately hungry.

He hadn't eaten fruit in decades. The last time a child passed by and gave him two, and when he had eaten them, he planted them beside him with great anticipation.

But the soil here is not suitable at all, and it has not germinated.

Finally, a fruit tree began to grow not far from him last year, and a branch stretched out towards him. But this branch it grows and grows, it doesn't grow anymore!

Trees don't grow in corners where there's little sunlight......

The monkey watched the oranges bloom, and as a result, they fell and rotted, but they could only swallow their saliva dryly.

Turning around, he picked up the orange and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and the monkey asked: "What can you do if you are unwilling? Lao Tzu is omnipotent in the heavens and the earth, and he cultivates hard to seek longevity and leisure. In the end, there is no room in heaven and on earth. What about the ability to reach the sky?"

That endless whirlpool, I don't want to step into it again in my life.

The monk did not speak, but looked at the monkey quietly, smiling.

Faced with an opponent who is not angry and intends to stalk, the monkey is a little discouraged. He can keep splashing, but no matter what, even if he hits it with a thousand strokes, it seems to hit the air: "So what I hate the most is the bald donkey." ”

"Let's talk about it. ”

"Huh?"

"It must be lonely here, just think that the poor monk is a passerby, and tell me about you. If you don't want to go west with me, you won't force it. ”

"Say something, there's something to say. Before he could finish speaking, the monkey saw the monk pinch his hands and point them on his forehead.

"What are you doing?" shouted the monkey.

"If you don't say it, the poor monk has to watch it for himself. ”

Autumn cicadas chirp, a lone goose flies south in the sky, and a beetle spreads its wings and leaps into the distance, leaving only the constantly shaking leaves.

The monkey felt that the scene in front of him was gradually blurred......

Eight hundred years, like a dream.