"Hahahaha, the monkey said, don't be a monkey?" a hearty laugh came from afar.

"Uncle Jin Chanzi. The girl immediately stood up and saluted.

"Golden Cicada?Xuanzang?" the stone monkey stiffened, and the fruit in his hand slipped off.

In the distance, a figure came in the clouds.

When he got closer, the stone monkey saw the person clearly.

It was a monk, handsome, emaciated, dressed casually in a gray robe, holding a string of one hundred and eight Buddha beads, looking uninhibited.

"Uncle Shi, this is ......" Seeing the appearance of the comer, the wind chimes were obviously a little dumbfounded, as if they were shocked by something.

"You mean my Buddha light, right?"

Wind Chime nodded heavily.

Jin Chanzi sighed: "Yesterday, Lingshan debated the law, and the Buddha's light has been lost. ”

"Lost?!" the wind chimes opened their mouths wide.

When this Buddha's light is lost, it means that he is no longer a Buddha!

Jin Chanzi smiled as if he didn't care, looked at the stone monkey, and asked, "Do you really want to cultivate immortals?"

The stone monkey gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Jin Chanzi, later Xuanzang, his future master, actually met him in this way.

The world seems to be vaguely revealing another fate to itself in a special way, that unbearable fate.

However, no matter what, the stone monkey will not allow himself to worship under his door, yes, no matter what!

Seeing the stone monkey gritting his teeth and glaring at him, the golden cicada frowned slightly and asked, "You and I know each other?"

The stone monkey still didn't speak.

"The poor monk has a hunch that you and I are destined. ”

"It's better not to!" the stone monkey said coldly.

Jin Chanzi laughed out loud: "Yes is yes, no is no, how is it best not to have?"

The stone monkey turned his head away from him.

"Perhaps, you want to ask for immortals, and the poor monk will grant you this wish. Jin Chanzi raised his head and looked at the Taoist temple and asked, "Is your master here?"

The wind chime bowed respectfully and saluted: "Back to Uncle Jin Cicada's words, the master is practicing in the Concentration Palace." ”

"Okay, I'll come when I go. ”

After that, the golden cicada flicked his sleeves, and the clouds and mist condensed under his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he had already flown over the wall.

After the golden cicada left, the wind chimes rolled up the dust and gently knocked on the stone monkey's head: "You stone monkey is so boring! Do you know who Uncle Jin Cicada is?"

"You know, he is the uncivilized monk in Journey to the West!"

If it falls into his hands, it doesn't matter what the result is, whether or not he can get the true scriptures. Because that's a tragedy in itself.

Feng Chime directly ignored the stone monkey's answer and said, "The golden cicada is the second disciple of the Buddha of the West Heaven, how can you talk to him like this!"

"Cut!" The stone monkey turned his head to look, half a sound, and then turned his head sharply with a face full of surprise: "You said that the golden cicada is the second disciple of the Buddha of the West Heaven Rulai to sit down, you call him uncle, then ...... Isn't Patriarch Nasu Bodhi ......"

"You insist on worshipping under the master's door, but you don't even know the identity of the master?" the wind chime glared at the stone monkey with disdain.

"If the Buddha is the brother of the same disciple of the Su Bodhi Patriarch?!" the stone monkey exclaimed.

If that's the case, then isn't the entire Journey to the West designed by these people?

The wind chimes raised the dust and knocked on the stone monkey's head again: "Nonsense! How can the Buddha be a fellow disciple and brother?"

"Then why are you called Uncle Jin Chanzi again?"

"The master is in the same line as the Buddha of the Buddha, and in terms of generation, we call Jin Chanzi my uncle!"

"Oh?" the stone monkey breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Where does this Dharma come from? This is a Taoist temple, but the Buddha is practicing the Dharma. ”

"You don't know that. Feng Chime cleared his throat and said: "The master first cultivated the Taoism, and the Taoism was successful, and then he sent a letter to Guguan with the Taishang West, turned Hu into a Buddha, and practiced Buddhism. It is a pity that the Dharma has not been completed, so only the Dharma is taught here. ”

After saying that, he lowered his voice and said: "Don't mention this matter more, so as not to make the master unhappy." ”

"Oh. The stone monkey's brow furrowed tightly, and his gaze wandered across the sky.

Now, since the Tao has been achieved, why do you still need to practice the Dharma? According to the grade of this old man, he is no worse than a Buddha in the West, there is no reason. Thinking about it, the stone monkey glanced at the wind chimes twice, but didn't ask.

In the concentration hall, Su Bodhi and the golden cicada looked at each other.

The golden cicada gently glued the black pieces and put them on the board.

"Smack. ”

"Please. With that, Jin Cicada's hand slowly moved away, skimming over the dense white children on the chessboard.

"Golden Cicada, you ...... What does it mean?" Looking at the lonely sunspot on the chessboard, Su Bodhi stroked his long beard with a look of surprise.

"It's a dead game, and it should be put to death and then reborn. The golden cicada looked directly into Su Bodhi's eyes and said slowly.

"Leave it to death and come back to life?" Su Bodhi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "A few years ago, I had a game with you. I really don't think you'll have this. Just ......"

"It's just that this one who was born after death is a poor monk. Really?" the golden cicada's smile faded slowly.

"This one is extremely dangerous. Subodhi pointed to the sunspot and said.

"The poor monk knows it. ”

"You can think about it, if it doesn't work......" Su Bodhi paused slightly, and the hall was quiet a little.

It took a long time for Su Bodhi to utter the last few words: "No return!"

At that moment, the sky was thundering, and the flash shone on the face of the golden cicada through the eaves of the window, handsome and without ripples.

His face was indifferent, and he clasped his hands together and said: "For Pudu, the poor monk is willing to turn into this chess piece and solve the confusion of Buddhism for a hundred years." ”

Looking at the golden cicada with firm eyes, Su Bodhi was shocked, and after a long time, he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"The poor monk has asked the Fa Ming to take care of that last life, and if the heavens are virtuous, let me practice the Dharma of Pudu. If it doesn't work...... the golden cicada got up and bowed: "This trip is goodbye, goodbye indefinitely." Please take care of Brother Dao!"

The thunder has passed, and the sky is as good as ever.

The soft light fell on the golden cicada through the white veil on the window, carving a deep shadow on the quaint floor.

Su Bodhi's eyes slowly widened and he didn't say a word.

......

After a long time, the vermilion gate suddenly opened, and the golden cicada raised her feet and dragged her skirt out of the high threshold.

Under the gaze of the stone monkey, he walked down the stairs step by step, passed by him, and said, "The poor monk has opened the door for you." The rest is up to you. ”

The breeze blew through his sleeves, and his flying figure walked into the distance step by step.

The back blends into the flowing clouds on the horizon, blends into the green leaves in the forest, and is one with heaven and earth.

Don't look back.

Looking inside and outside, a group of brothers and sisters watched quietly.

Behind the door, on the long stone steps, Subodhi stood in the wind and sighed for a long time: "The future is terrifying......"

The stone monkey struggled to his feet, driving his almost unconscious feet and limping towards the gate.

Su Bodhi slowly closed his eyes until the golden cicada disappeared into the distance, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the stone monkey climbing the stairs.

This was the first time he made eye contact with the stone monkey.

A spring and autumn perseverance, separated by a wall, has finally reached this point.

The stone monkey stopped and looked at Su Bodhi in a daze, this is a worrying wait.

After a long time, Su Bodhi suddenly smiled and said, "You monkey head is really stubborn...... Come with me into the inner chamber!"

After that, he looked up to the sky and smiled, turned around and left.

The frozen expression on the stone monkey's face slowly bloomed into a smile, and he limped across the threshold like a jubilant monkey.

"Into the inner room...... Master, this is going to be ......"

"Disciple in the room!" A remnant cloud swept away in the sky, and the wind chimes held the dust in their hands, and walked through the crowd step by step: "In the future, I'm afraid we will all have to call him respectful, uncle." ”

The brothers and sisters who looked inside and outside were all shocked!

......

One day in heaven and one year on earth.

Thousands of years later, the Book of Heaven records that on this day, three major events occurred.

The first of them, when the first battle of the Eastern Heavenly Court, the true monarch Yang Jian, split the mountain to save his mother, because of the death of his mother and the Jade Emperor, he brought the seven saints of Meishan to gather troops to irrigate the mouth of the river, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife pointed directly at the heavenly court.

Heavenly Court urgently recruited Yang Jian's teacher Yuding, but Yuding closed the door and said that he could not win.

Second, the second disciple of the Buddha in the West, Jin Chanzi, was confused, and the Lingshan dialectic fought directly against the Buddha, broke the heart of the Tao, and lost the golden body of the Buddha.

Later, he made a great wish to undergo the penance of the tenth generation, and willingly fell into reincarnation, and since then he has become a monk on the vast land, and there is no golden cicada in the West.

And the third is that the ancient Western immortal Su Bodhi ignored karma and accepted a stone monkey as an apprentice and named it Sun Wukong.

This last event was three hundred years ahead of schedule.