[Journey to the West] Empty Enlightenment Bodhi

Without the imagined pain, the white-haired monkey saw a bodhi seed in a trance before losing consciousness.Before the thunder calamity fell, a bodhi tree grew out of thin air at the place where the white-haired monkey was. Mao, the leaves swagger.

The linden tree swaying without wind, the tender green leaves rustle, and even have a soothing power.

But at some point, the white-haired monkey that was originally curled up in a corner had long since disappeared.

When the thunder calamity stopped, the flourishing branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree stretched out, and the long branches rolled randomly, and swept away the small stone slabs scattered on the ground.

With the disappearance of the broken stone, there is also the newly ostentatious Bodhi tree.

Looking around, the cliff is empty, without piles of rubble, little monkeys, and towering trees that thrive in the wind.

Just on the ground, a round bodhi seed rolled down, staying there quietly, as if waiting for something.

At the same time, at the junction of the distant Xiniu Hezhou and the southern Zhanzhou, a bare linden tree unexpectedly produced a round bodhi seed out of thin air in this season.

Let’s talk about the little monkey going to find his own origin. He searched the entire Huaguo Mountain and met many new friends. He had a lot of fun playing every day.Playing day and night, they have a close personal relationship with their cubs, and even learn their hunting and biting skills.Because he can feel the great novelty every day, the little monkey is even more reluctant to part with this novel life. He hangs out with the wild beasts every day, and because the little monkey is naturally sensible, he often provides some pointers for the beasts, So the beast also allowed a little monkey to follow behind them.

Everyone thought he was a little monkey, because he was so beautiful that he was carved out of the mold of a little monkey.Most importantly, although the little monkey didn't notice it himself, his every move became more and more like a monkey. From climbing the cliff to picking fruits, everything showed that this is a newborn How long are monkey cubs.

At the beginning, the little monkey insisted that he was not a monkey. He even had a fierce fight with some beasts who said he was a monkey.It's a pity that it's of no use. As time went by, many people thought he was a little monkey. He walked through the entire Huaguo Mountain, visited 72 peaks, and made many friends. Everyone who met him told him that you To be a monkey, you must be a monkey.

One said he was a monkey, and he could still fight one; ten said he was a monkey, and he could stand up and refute; but one hundred said he was a monkey, and he gradually stopped talking; wait until 1 People who said he was a monkey started to reflect on whether he was really a monkey; until he met No. scattered.

As time went by, he began to forget his purpose of wandering around, and only remembered the most beautiful scenery in the mountains, the coolest place to go, the sweetest peaches, and the sweetest spring water.

Everyone knows a lot of things before they come into contact with this world. They know the color of the wind, the sound of the moon, the touch of everything in the universe, the twinkling stars, and they know that they are composed of thousands of small molecules. Composition, knowing that everything can be found by tracing back to the source, knowing that I am the darling of this world, and countless resources constitute my birth.

But when he was born on the first day, he naively believed that he was jointly produced by his father and mother.On the first day he could speak, he was gradually confined to a narrow social circle.He forgot everything in the world, he forgot that he is the darling of heaven, and he forgot that every birth is a hard-won opportunity.As he grows up year by year, he will gradually start to be troubled, confused, frustrated, self-denying, and depressed.

He came to this secular world and became a part of it, forgetting to open his eyes to see the beauty of this world instead of everything in the world.

The little monkey has been in the secular world for a long time, and gradually, he has become a layman. He forgot the gratitude in his heart, and he also forgot that he was not a monkey in the first place.

He turned into a total monkey.

He complained with many beasts, complained about the continuous thunder in Huaguo Mountain for several months, he hunted with many beasts, and learned their predation skills.

But he still remembered that he was going to a cliff.There is a white-haired monkey on the cliff, which is his very important friend.

It wasn't until the thunder on Huaguo Mountain gradually subsided, and the last thunder struck the ground, that the little monkey climbed up the cliff with difficulty, but found that there was no one on the cliff.

No one was holding the little rock, and no one was standing there waiting for him.

The little monkey rushed towards the open space, his eyes widened in disbelief.

No, it's not possible.

Why isn't the white-haired monkey here?

The little monkey threw himself on the ground with both hands and feet, searching for it non-stop, not letting go of every gap.It was as if his best friend could shrink himself and stuff it into the tiny crevices of the cliff, waiting for his search.

Obviously, the poor little monkey couldn't find his best friend, but on the evening of the third day, he picked up a small round bead.

It was a small dark bead, dusty. The little monkey stared at the bead for a while, and then cried out.

"White-haired monkey, I'm sorry, why didn't you tell me earlier that you are a Buddhist cultivator? What should I do now, you were split into a relic by the sky, what do you want me to do?"

The little monkey was sobbing: "Can the relic be washed with water? No, the ashes will be gone after washing with water. Is the relic the same as the ashes? Look at how dirty you are, you are dusty, don't worry , I won't dislike you, even if you can't wash with water, I will protect you personally."

Carefully rubbing the dust on the bodhi seed, the little monkey carefully found a red string, carefully hung the bodhi seed around his neck, and went down the mountain wiping his tears.

Tusita Palace

In a corner of Tushita Palace, a Taoist boy named Bai Maohua suddenly opened his eyes. After several years in the world, the sky is just a time of dozing.He yawned and asked the Taoist boy beside him, "Is Laojun still in retreat?"

"That's right," Dao Tong next to him also yawned, "Lao Jun is not in good health recently, and there is still medicine in the pill furnace."

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The little monkey took the bodhi seed down the mountain, heartbroken and regretful all the way.

The very sad little monkey walked and cried, and met the red-tailed horse monkey at the foot of the mountain.

"What's the matter with you?" Chijiri Mahou asked him.

"Xiaobai is dead," the little monkey cried, "he was struck to death by lightning and turned into a relic."

Red Chick Horse Monkey:? ? ?

You seem to be kidding me.

That white-haired monkey is an out-and-out monster cultivator, a full-bodied beast, if he was really struck to death by lightning, at most he could be split into that layer of dust covering the relic.

As for splitting into relics?

That would have to wait for the white-haired monkey to reincarnate first to wash off his unjust debts.

However, when the Chijiri horse monkey saw the bodhi seed hanging around the neck of the little monkey, he suddenly showed a rather subtle expression, he asked.

"Where did this bodhi seed come from?"

"Huh?" The little monkey looked up at Chijiri Mahou, and forgot to cry for a while, "You don't stutter anymore?"

Chijiri Horse Monkey: ... "I don't want to stutter today."

"Oh," the little monkey nodded half-understanding, with big eyes rolling, "I don't want to stutter, but I can stop stuttering. I always thought stuttering was a disease, but it's not."

"Where did you pick up this bodhi seed?" Chijiri Mahou skipped the little monkey's words and repeated his question.

The little monkey made a very strange look: "What Bodhisattva, isn't this the relic of the white-haired monkey?"

"White-haired?!" Chijima Monkey jumped up in shock, "It's impossible! It's absolutely impossible! How could the truth of Tianzun be in the hands of a monkey?!"

The little monkey stopped sobbing. He looked up at Chijiri Mahou, innocent and focused: "What are you talking about? What kind of deity, what's the truth? Is the deity's true form a relic? What is the deity? , the Buddha?"

Chijiri Mahou didn't bother to talk to him, and ordered the poor little monkey simply and rudely: "Shut up, and give me the bodhi seed."

The little monkey hesitated a little, but soon, he tightened his grip on the round beads around his neck, making an expression of resignation to death.

"You can't take it away." The little monkey curled his lips, the corners of his mouth naturally bent down, as if he had been greatly wronged, and accused the red-tailed horse monkey of his bad behavior, "This is the last thing the white-haired monkey left me You're trying to snatch it from me! You're so bad! I won't let go! I won't let go until I die!"

Chijiri Horse Monkey squatted halfway, his eyes were at the same level as the little monkey, and he sighed: "Little ancestor, let's stop acting? There are no outsiders, so why pretend. I am the confidant of Lingbao Tianzun, Fengtian It is my honor to take you into the Bodhi Illusion. You are all my own, so stop pretending."

The little monkey took three steps back, held up the bodhi seed in his hand, and pointed at the cliff below, with arrogance and arrogance.

"Don't come here, come here, I'll jump off! We'll kill two!"

Chijiri Horse Monkey: Ancestor, do you know what it means to have one dead body and two lives?You are going to be beaten by Tianzun.

"I won't return the white-haired monkey's corpse to you!" The little monkey spoke plausibly, and the role was very sufficient, "You can't even kneel down and beg me!"

Red Chick Horse Monkey: ...

Besides Tianzun, who else would kneel down and beg you.

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