I used to be a rock.

I've been a rock since I realized it.

No one knows why God gave a stone to think.

I don't know.

I remember that there were ten suns in the sky at that time, and there were no people in the world at that time, and the East China Sea was not a sea at that time.

I thought I would always be a stone, always suffering from the wind and rain and the loneliness of belonging to the stone.

I'm a little unwilling.

Until one day, I looked at the birds in the sky, the beasts on the ground, and the fish in the water, and watched them fly and run freely between heaven and earth. And I'm just a rock, a stone that can never be moved. I was furious, and my anger made me feel myself trembling and my body was torn apart.

Maybe I'm going to die.

The stone exploded with an earth-shattering sound, and one of them lay a stone egg, the size of a ball, which turned into a stone monkey in the wind. And so I started my life as a monkey.

I am a stone monkey, fatherless and motherless, I found the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain and became the Monkey King.

But I'm not a monkey, I'm a rock. There is a force in the darkness that tells me that it is time for me to go, to leave Huaguo Mountain, to find the meaning of my existence.

Yes, Huaguoshan is fine, but monkeys can't stay at home all the time.

I traveled to the Western Sea, made a long raft by myself, floated across the Western Sea, and arrived at the boundary of Xiniuhezhou.

I'm still looking, looking for a place to stop.

I've walked through many places and seen all kinds of things in the world, but I don't understand.

There is a beautiful mountain, the foot of the forest is deep, I climbed to the top of the mountain to watch, suddenly I heard someone in the depths of the forest, someone spoke, hurriedly walked, through the forest, and listened.

It turned out to be the sound of singing.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, Xu Xing in the valley of the clouds, selling salaries and wine, laughing and self-indulgent. The autumn is high, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe.

Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there will be no clever calculations, no honor and disgrace, and tranquility will prolong life. Where they meet, they are not immortals, and they sit quietly and talk about the Yellow Court. ”

Where do I seem to have heard such a familiar sound, but where?

The sound echoed in my ears.

I've heard it, I've definitely heard it.

In the middle of the forest was a woodcutter, where he raised an axe and chopped wood. I asked him, where are these words?

The woodcutter smiled and said, this word is called Man Tingfang, it was originally taught to me by a fairy, the fairy and I gave up next to each other, he saw that I was working hard at home, and I was troubled, so that when I encountered troubles, I read this word, one was scattered, and the other was to solve the difficulty, I had some shortcomings to think about, so I thought about it, but I didn't expect it to be heard by you.

I frowned, I don't know why, I hate the word fairy.

"Where does that man live, I want to meet him. ”

The woodcutter said, "Not far, not far, this mountain is called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Fangcun, the heart also, there is a three-star hole in the mountain, the oblique moon is like a hook, the three-star elephant is three, and it is also the heart." There was an old man in that cave called Bodhi. ”

"Bodhi, Bodhi. What the hell have I forgotten, what have I forgotten? "My eyebrows are tangled together.

As I walked aimlessly, I suddenly looked up and saw a cave, and when I walked in, there was an old man in white clothes and white hair sleeping under a tree.

He's Bodhi, no one told me, but I know.

Bodhi had already opened his eyes and chanted leisurely.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust. ”

I seem to understand these words. After thinking for a while, he asked Bodhi, "Are you talking about me?"

When Bodhi heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"What are you talking about?"

I used to be a stone, the stone has no thoughts, and then I became a stone monkey, in fact, I am not really a monkey, it is the same with or without me in this world, but I am in this world. ”

"I don't understand, I don't know how to feel it!" Bodhi looked at the stone monkey and said to himself, "It's difficult, it's the most mysterious, don't make Jindan idle, don't meet people to pass on the trick, empty words and dry tongue." ”

"I laughed, funny. ”

Bodhi looked at the smirking stone monkey, and his eyes showed brilliance.

"No wonder I woke up today after a thousand years of dreams. ”

"Monkey, how about worshipping me as a teacher?"

"Good!"

"So casual!"

I shook my head.

"From now on, you will be called Monkey King. ”

"Oh!"

Since then, I have stayed in the mountains, preaching and preaching, and burning incense every day. In his spare time, he swept the floor and hoeed the garden, raised flowers and cultivated trees.

One day, Master woke up from a dream and groaned.

"The sky is falling, the earth is surging with golden lotus, and the three multiplication teachings are wonderful, because before the ten thousand laws, slowly shaking the bamboo tail and spraying pearls and jade, resounding and thundering for nine days, saying a little Tao, talking about Zen, the three families cooperate with this as it is, enlightened one word to convert to the city, and guide the non-born sex Xuan. ”

I laughed again, funny.

"Wukong, let me ask you, how long have you been in my cave. ”

"The disciple was originally ignorant, I don't know how many seasons, but I remember that there was no fire under the stove, and I often went to the back of the mountain to collect firewood, and saw a mountain of good peach trees, where I ate seven times full of peaches. ”

Bodhi said, "The name of that mountain is Rotten Peach Mountain, you went to eat it seven times, I think it's been seven years." ”

"What do you want to learn? ”

I shook my head.

"Then why are you here?"

I still shook my head.

Bodhi sighed.

"Since you're here, let's learn some of it, and you'll be able to use it in the future. ”

"Oh. ”

"What do you want most. ”

"Freedom"

Bodhi sneered, "I have dreamed for three thousand years, but I don't know what freedom is, where is freedom in the world?"

I thought about it.

"I believe there is. ”

"Did you find it?"

"I don't know. ”

Bodhi suddenly laughed and sang a song.

What is the use of heaven and earth? What is the use of Fengyue? You can't eat or drink.

What is the use of fine dust? What is the use of change? The Tao is self-contained.

What's the use of facing the wall? What's the use of a stick?

The more Bodhi sang, the happier he became, and he flicked up from the ground and sang in the sky.

What's the use of being angry? You can't laugh. What's the use of destroying me?

For a time, the heavens and the earth responded to his singing, and for a time, the birds in the sky, the trees and grass on the ground, and even the stones were jumping in response:

Where did it come from? In the same world, we sang together and traveled all over the road. Thousands of miles, you can't find it, it's better to meet me and smile. Mango shoes and hats for thousands of years, a one-day trip in the eternal sky, those who walk on songs, things and I forget about them. Hey, hey, he

I felt so sad that tears flowed uncontrollably.