"The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened. The dark dust of the pen www.biquge.info the dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one. The rangers are all plums, and the songs are all plums. Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak is not urging. Looking up at the moon as bright as a silver plate overhead, Zhu Bajie's voice was full of complicated emotions. Missing, this is a longing that cannot be dissolved.

"Second Senior Brother, what kind of poem are you reading? Sha Wujing asked casually while cleaning the broken temple where he was going to stay tonight, for this second senior brother who is often prosperous in poetry, Lao Sha has long been used to it, from the very beginning, whenever the second senior brother chanted poetry, Sha Wujing would happily ask what this poem meant, and now it is just a casual question, and unconsciously, Sha Wujing has also changed slightly.

Zhu Bajie sighed slightly, and closed the window that had broken countless big holes, but the bright moonlight still penetrated without hindrance, shining on Zhu Bajie's big ears and long nose. Looking down at the shadow on the ground, Zhu Bajie said: "Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and every time this time in the past, Chang'e would give me a plate of osmanthus fragrant rice balls." I will never forget that taste, but unfortunately, I haven't tasted it for many years. ”

"Senior brother, you're back, it's been so long, where have you been, senior brother?" Zhu Bajie was quite sentimental, but Sha Wujing didn't appreciate it, Sha Wujing never understood the love and love in Zhu Bajie's heart, and he didn't want to understand it. In the past, there was only one person and one thing in Sha Wujing's heart, and that was the Jade Emperor and rolling up the curtains. And now, he has only three people and a horse in his heart. His heart is only so big, and he can't hold those feelings and loves.

sighed again, for Lao Sha's incomprehensible style, Zhu Bajie has long been accustomed to it. Looking up at the gate of the broken temple, Zhu Bajie was suddenly a little stunned, because he clearly saw that the senior brother was holding a large pile of candles and papers of different colors in his arms.

"Master, Bajie, Lao Sha, come here, come quickly. Sun Wukong said, and had already put a large pile of bits and pieces in his arms on the incense case in the middle of the broken temple, and then Zhu Bajie found a lot of fine bamboo. Seeing those bamboos, Zhu Bajie already understood. "Brother Monkey, this is really unprecedented, where did you get these things?"

"Hehe, I can't tell you, come here, let's also tie some lanterns, by the way, Master, you don't have to participate, wait a while for us to finish, your old man will come to guess." "That's right, these things that Sun Wukong got were used to tie lanterns. Shangyuan Festival, how can there be no lanterns. ”

"Wukong, the monkeys of Huaguo Mountain, are you okay?" Tang Sanzang sat in front of the Rulai Buddha statue that had lost its paint, turned his head to look at Sun Wukong and asked. Sun Wukong scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I just miss me." "Wukong, the master said that if you want to go back, just talk to the teacher, don't be so secretive, the master understands your feelings. ”

That's right, Sun Wukong actually often goes back to Huaguo Mountain. Although their master and apprentice are moving towards the west every day, this distance is completely negligible for Sun Wukong. With one follow-up, he can fly to Huaguo Mountain. "Master, the apprentice knows that you are for my good, and I didn't want to hide it from you when I went back secretly. After Sun Wukong finished speaking, Tang Sanzang tilted his head slightly, glanced at the broken Buddha statue, and shook his head.

Tang Sanzang knew what Sun Wukong meant. At the beginning, he followed Tang Sanzang to learn scriptures from the West, in order to suppress Sun Wukong's demonic nature, Sun Wukong was coaxed by Guanyin and put on a golden hoop ring, which also means that Sun Wukong completely lost his freedom. Not only Sun Wukong, but also the five masters and apprentices, why not all of them?

And Tang Sanzang also has a lot of restrictions, for example, every ten days, Tang Sanzang and others must spend the night in any temple, this is the restriction given to Tang Sanzang, and it is only one of many restrictions, in order to ensure that Tang Sanzang and others must go all the way and not deviate from the established route.

Feeling the loneliness in Sun Wukong's tone, Zhu Bajie smiled and said: "Today is the Shangyuan Festival, don't think about those annoying things, make fun in the bitterness, don't we say it a long time ago?"

Zhu Bajie's proposal was approved by everyone, and only the white dragon horse on the side snorted a few times to protest. One of the restrictions on him is that he is not allowed to take human form or speak. Therefore, on the westward journey, except for very special times, the white dragon horse did not turn into a human form.

"White Dragon, this can't be helped, if you can use the horse's hooves to make a lantern, then you are one. The white dragon horse gave Zhu Bajie a fierce look, turned the horse's head and went to sleep.

Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing smiled, took a few pieces of paper and fine bamboo, and hid to the side to tie the lantern. Zhu Bajie watched the little white dragon eat deflated, and smiled extremely happily. For this kind of handicraft, Zhu Bajie is full of confidence, and for the lantern riddle, Zhu Bajie is also handy, don't forget that he was the marshal of Tianpeng at the beginning, and it is necessary to be both civil and military.

Holding the remaining materials, Zhu Bajie twisted his ****** and turned to the back of the Buddha statue. Tang Sanzang looked at the three apprentices and smiled lightly, but when he looked up at the moonlight sprinkled on the broken roof, shining on the broken Buddha statue, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"In order not to let you say that the teacher peeked, the teacher went out to wait for you. After speaking, Tang Sanzang got up and shook off the dust on his robe, and Tang Sanzang slowly came to the door.

Looking at the night sky as bright as day under the silver moon, Tang Sanzang found a direction, raised his eyes, and stood speechless.

I think it's the red clothes that are sent from afar, and there are women in Xiliang who have nothing to rely on.

Shangyuan Festival Yi Nian no, he will say goodbye to life and death.

Reciting this poem silently in his heart, Tang Sanzang once again clenched a small stone in his hand.