Wukong went through a lot of difficulties and dangers, and finally Bao Tang monk Xitian returned from learning scriptures by the Buddha as "fighting to defeat the Buddha", Wukong who became a Buddha was naturally overjoyed, but the days of meditation and meditation really made him extremely difficult, and the master was by his side, he was really difficult to act, although the "golden hoop" on his head had already been lifted, he did not feel much relaxed. He originally wanted to go back to Huaguo Mountain to see his monkey grandchildren, but he let this Rulai Guy draw the line, and no one would want to leave Lingshan for half a step. And was named the pure altar messenger is not happy, and now it is done, I want to go back to Gao Laozhuang to marry a wife, but I want to meditate every day, the master used to manage everywhere, but now the Buddha is in charge, his thoughts and thoughts can not escape his will.

"Wukong, why can't you calm down, it's been three days, why do you still want to go back to your Huaguo Mountain?"

"If you come to the Buddha, you just let my grandson go back, I knew that I would like to sit in meditation like this every day, I would rather not have this or what to fight the Buddha, my old grandson Xitian to learn scriptures, and not to seek any fame, just to ask the master to be safe!"

"Wukong, you said it well, you know that you don't ask for anything but to repay your kindness, this is the realm of the Buddha, accumulate distracting thoughts, and you can get a higher realm with meditation, because you become a Buddha, don't give you a spell to bind your heart, all by self-discipline, good. “

"What? There is also a spell to bind the heart, the golden hoop on my grandson's head has been untied, won't it be pressed on the heart again?"

"Yes, the golden hoop on the head has a shape, but the heart has no shape, it all depends on the mind, not only yourself, but every Buddha and Arhat are influenced by the mind, and the slightest deviation of the mind will be painful. “

"Don't read it, don't read it, like the Buddha!"

"Pure altar messenger, before you talk about you, you have spoken to yourself, when will your heart stop, why is your heart still in that Gao Laozhuang?

"I haven't forgotten, Buddha. “

"It's good that you haven't forgotten!"

The deep and solemn voice of the Buddha reverberated through the hall, and then there was silence.

Wukong's mind flashed back to the scene of the master hugging his father Chen Guangrui tightly when he returned to the Tang Dynasty, the flesh and blood of the world was thousands of miles away, he thought of himself, no father and no mother, they all said that it was a thing of creation, and he couldn't help but feel sad, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Wukong, what's wrong, you've always been known for your strength, and you've never shed a single tear before the great hardship, what's wrong with you now?"

Wukong hurriedly opened his eyes and wiped away his tears, "May I ask the Buddha, the Buddhists talk about cause and effect, everything and everything, there is a cause and an effect, water has a source, and roots have roots, and my grandson is really different?"

When the gods and immortals heard Wukong's question, they all opened their eyes in shock.

The Buddha said, "Amitabha, let's meditate here!" and was the first to leave.

Bajie ran to Wukong and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why do you want to do so much? Tell you to participate in Zen, this is not a worry, go to eat!"

Bajie walked by the hands of the master and Wukong. Wukong broke away from Bajie's hand and laughed, "You idiot still realized that you can't make your debut, don't you really ask for trouble for yourself, my grandson is really asking for trouble?" At this time, the master was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "Wukong is coming back, don't fly far!" As soon as he heard the master's call, Wukong immediately came back and stood in front of the master. The gods laughed.

"Wukong, you are now fighting to defeat the Buddha, why are you still the same as usual?"

"If you don't obey again, be careful that I recite the mantra again!"

"How can the master bear to see the apprentice in pain, my grandson knows, this mantra can only be recited by the Buddha hahahaha, right, idiot?" Wukong jumped up and down in front of Bajie and pulled his big ears, so painful that he chased after him: "You are a monkey, what kind of Buddha is it, just give it to my old pig, you see that you are still a monkey!"

In the world of immortals, a bowl of rice, so simple, during the meal, several immortals were discussing, and one said: "What the Great Sage said just now is also right, water has a source, trees have roots, thousands of years have passed, why do you say that the Great Sage would think about this?"

When the master heard this, he stepped forward and asked, "There is nothing strange in the world, may I ask the chicken or the egg first?"

The immortal saw that although the master was smiling, but there was a little anger in his words, he saluted the master, "The Buddha of Zhantan merit is above, and the little god is rude." With that, he walked away.

Bajie is still teasing Wukong, Bajie complained: "Such a small bowl is not enough for me to be at the bottom of the old pig, and I still expect Xitian to eat a full meal every day after learning the scriptures, isn't this still the same as before, do you say, Brother Monkey?" "Idiot, shut your stinky mouth, my grandson will take care of you!" At this time, Wukong blew into Bajie's empty bowl, only to see that it was full again, and it was so beautiful that Bajie ate it for more than half an hour, before he stroked his bulging belly and said: "Thank you, senior brother, but I can hold on to death!" He turned to walk away and walked out.

Thinking about the day and dreaming at night, Wukong looked for his roots in his dream, and saw a huge figure floating in front of him, Wukong thought: "My grandson is a heel of 108,000 miles, and I can't catch up with you if I don't believe it, but Wukong turned over three heels in a row, and he didn't catch up with the giant, leaving a back and the giant's thick laughter." However, how Wukong shouted: "Wait for my grandson, wait for ......" can be seen again. Wukong was awakened by the dream, his hands on his head, and Jin Qing couldn't sleep until dawn with his fiery eyes open.

Wukong got up and walked until the Buddha came to visit, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard the Buddha's deep and solemn voice: Wukong, come so early, is there anything wrong?" Wukong did not answer, he was discerning the voice that echoed in the hall, how it was familiar, and the voice in the dream was no different. “

"What's the matter, Wukong, didn't you hear?" Wukong then got up and replied: "Buddha, did you go to my grandson's dream last night, my grandson only can't catch up with you, and can't escape your palm." The sound in my dream is similar to yours!"

"Haha...... Wukong, what am I doing in your dream? It's just a dream. How you care about dreams, it's not in your nature. Is it that sitting in zazen is too quiet, less fighting, and has a sentimental temperament?"

"Don't laugh at me, Buddha, why didn't you answer what I asked you yesterday, you deliberately broke me up!"

"Where is it to support you, isn't it time to finish?"

"My grandson is not stupid, you seem to be deliberately hiding it from me!" Wukong jumped in front of the Buddha with a look of grievance.

"Wukong, look at you like this, you are going to cry and cry, how do you look like a "Buddha", but like a folk woman!"

"Hahahaha......" came the laughter of the gods behind him. Wukong hurriedly turned around and looked forward to the gods and immortals, "Go, go, don't make noise!"

"I remember you for your outstanding achievements, your homesickness is heartfelt, today you made an exception to let you go home for a long vacation to save your relatives, are you willing?"

"Yes, yes, naturally willing!" Wukong kowtowed three times in a row, jumped to the master's side, and said goodbye to the master.

The gods under the Buddha hall whispered, "What's wrong with the Buddha today, how did he break the precedent, he has only been sitting in meditation for a few days, he's ?......?"

"What's the matter? Didn't you listen to the folk sayings, Sun Monkey sat in the hall and was restless? If it goes on like this, he won't be in a hurry to make a mess, will he?"

When the Buddha heard this, the gods burst into laughter again.

"Yes, how can you depart from his nature when he defeats the Buddha?"

The master took Wukong's hand and instructed, Wukong listened, and instructed, Bajie, Sha Monk, take good care of the master, the love of master and apprentice moved the gods!

"Go Wukong, don't worry, this is the holy land of Lingshan Buddhism, do you still think you are on the way to learn the scriptures?"

Wukong said goodbye to the gods, and with a somersault, he disappeared without a trace......

Wukong felt relaxed and happy, he stood on the clouds, looked at the sea for a while, looked at the mountains for a while, and had indescribable joy in his heart!

When he was about to arrive at Huaguo Mountain, he thought that he had not seen each other for so many years, and he wondered what had become of these monkeys and monkey grandchildren? He had a plan, so he walked down the clouds and turned into a white-haired old man, holding a wooden stick and an empty bowl in his hand, panting slowly towards Huaguo Mountain.

He walked to the mountain gate and saw a few guarding monkeys coming over with knives, "What are you doing, the old man didn't see what place this is?" The little monkey pointed to the fluttering "Monkey King Flag" and said: "This is the hometown of Monkey King's great victory over Sun Wukong, our great sage grandfather, in order to protect Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures and become a Buddha, this has also become a holy place for Buddhas, and let me come here to beg for food, go and go!" The little monkey pushed the old man, and the old man fell down, and the monkeys stepped forward not only did not help him up, but got up together! The old man jumped up and put the "Monkey King" on the side of the roadHe tore down the flag, held it in his hand and shouted, "Call your king, or tear off all the flags on the roadside!"

A few little monkeys, seeing that the old man jumped up, all painless, hurriedly agreed to report it.

After a while, I heard the voice of the king: "Who is spreading wild on this great holy mountain, and dare to pull the banner of the great sage of Qi Tian, take it down for me!" The old man gritted his teeth, thinking that he really didn't expect that my old grandson was not afraid of strong winds and waves, and today he "overturned in the gutter" on the door of his house!" "Let's be patient, a few little monkeys, tie him up, and in the cheers of the monkeys, the king walked to the water curtain cave where he showed off his might." Along the way, he saw that the grass and trees were depressed, it was the harvest season but did not see the fruit, the leaves were withered and yellow, some became dead tree trunks, the residual flowers were about to fail, the birds were crying, the whole Huaguo Mountain became a desolate "waste garden", when he was about to reach the water curtain hole, he did not hear the sound of the waterfall agitating and roaring, he ran a few steps to see, where there was still the shadow of the water, but the whole water curtain hole became a "dry hole"!

He couldn't help but shout: "How did you do it, tossing my grandson's Huaguo Mountain into this shape!"

"What did he say, his old grandson?

The king of the cave sat on the stone chair in the middle of the morning, "Why don't you kneel yet?" A few monkeys, how to press, the old man still held his head high.

"Hmph, in front of your grandfather, he is still called his grandson, and he is not ashamed!"

"What, you dare to call grandpa in front of this king, and behead him!" The little monkey wanted to swing his knife, and an older monkey came out to plead.

"He's just an old man, and it's not an exaggeration to call him grandpa at his age, please be merciful under the king's sword?"

"Be merciful under the knife, who will show us mercy, the mountain has run out of food, go, don't stand in the way!"

The old monkey stepped forward and knelt down: "King, don't be jealous, don't be jealous!" The king roared: "Take it together, put it in prison, and wait for it to fall!"

The king began to hug a few handsome and coquettish female monkeys and drank wine. The old man was so angry that he endured it until he was in prison.

As soon as he arrived in the prison, the old monkey knelt down and bowed to the old man, "Great Sage, when we were together, I knew your voice, I knew that you would change seventy-two, I knew that it was you, change back into your original body, let everyone see!" The old man smiled and helped him up, and he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw that the prison was full of familiar faces from the past. Hurriedly asked: "My grandson hasn't returned for many years, what's wrong?"