[Journey to the West] Empty Enlightenment Bodhi

Let’s talk about Sun Wukong, this monkey has been crushed under the mountain for hundreds of years, almost collapsed, almost crushed by the inability to communicate, but in the end, with the company of a child, he stopped giving up on himself and regained his strength.

Children grow into youth, youth into manhood, and gradually, manhood into old age.His heroic body is already hunched, his handsome face is full of wrinkles, his voice is no longer deep and pleasant, his steps are no longer windy, his face has age spots, his speech is occasionally fragmented, his thoughts sometimes drift away, and sometimes he becomes chaotic. It is no longer that capable parent officer, nor is it that stubborn young man.

But he has always been with Wukong, even if it takes an extra hour to climb the mountain, and even if he takes a few steps, he can't stop breathing, he never stops.

This person has been silently accompanying Wukong for more than ten years, standing by Wukong's side, chatting with Wukong, feeding Wukong water; or just sitting beside Wukong, silently in a daze.And throughout his lifetime of companionship, he has never spoken to Monkey King, never said those ambiguous but clearly visible intentions to Monkey King.

Wukong respects him, respects his ideas, and respects his choices.Wukong never asked, and Wukong didn't know how he would react if he really spoke to himself.

Even so, what Wukong is sure of is that he will not refuse.Maybe one day I can find his reincarnation, or maybe I rushed into the underworld to draw the name of this person, so that this person can only be by my side from now on, but what about being by my side?Or give him a body so that he can live like a ghost?

Even if Wukong is willing to do this, he will not.Although he looks docile, but his temper is extremely stubborn.In order to get him married back then, Wukong's eyes almost blinked and cramped, but he just smiled and went his own way.

The children adopted by that person in the past all have great-grandsons now. The great-grandson helped the person to the stone, but he was driven away by the person.The great-grandson looked back at his great-grandfather, sighed deeply, and followed his great-grandfather's instructions, turned around and went down the mountain.

Wukong stared at the man intently, as if looking at some beautiful scenery in the world.Even if this person no longer has the demeanor of the past.

The man is now gray-haired, showing an obvious old appearance, and he is panting when he speaks. Wukong wants him to rest for a while, but remembers that this man has been unable to see clearly for a few years.Even if Wukong blinked badly, it is impossible for this person to continue communicating with Wukong.

The man's panting was accompanied by a heart-piercing cough, Wukong listened, his heart was already in a ball.

"I never asked when you came here or when you left. I just want to accompany you silently like this, and put my home by your side," the child at that time finally said this while leaning on crutches. The words in my heart for many years, "You know it, I guess you should know it, you know so many things, how could you not know the thoughts of a little me," the man laughed, unexpectedly he just laughed Coughing again and again, he leaned back on the stone wall behind him and sighed, "You know what? I never dare to ask for anything extravagantly. To be able to visit you every night before going to bed, and to see you still alive the next day is a big deal for me. , it was a perfect day.”

After this man said a few words, he couldn't help coughing, and Wukong's heart was about to be squeezed together. Wukong wanted to tell him that you should stop talking. I don't want to hear it. Unable to speak.

Wukong thought that if he had met this person hundreds of years earlier, he would have made alchemy and fed blood with his own hands, and he would have made this person a golden immortal.But now, Wukong hates this kind of powerlessness, but he can only be powerless.He could only watch like this, watching the other party coughing up blood, panting non-stop, watching the other party's rapid aging, watching the other party's vitality dissipate.

The man paused for a while, gasped for a moment, and continued, "I know my time is running out, and I don't know when I will wake up next time. I just want to tell you, live well, I never asked you , your identity, but I guess, you must have done a lot of bad things." Wukong stared at him, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, but the man leaned against Wukong, his eyes were misty, clearly invisible, but as if I saw Wukong's dissatisfaction.He smiled softly, trying to suppress his cough, "Stop scaring me, you see, in such a long hundred years, no one has ever come to see you, if you are really a good person, how could no one come Look at you. You must have done something bad to get people here."

Wukong frowned, did he really do something wrong?But if this person also thinks that he has done something wrong, is he really doing something wrong?Where can I go wrong?Shouldn't you stand up for the monster?Shouldn't it be marked as Tiangong?Shouldn't the Jade Emperor's authority be questioned?No, he was right.It was the Jade Emperor who was wrong, and it was the Heavenly Court.

"I just want to tell you," the man coughed a few more times, as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs, and panted after a while, "No matter what you did or any weird rumors, I will stand On your side," the man smiled, with a confused look on his face, "I will always remember the Four Books and Five Classics you told me, the truths you taught, the bottom line you taught me about being an official, and the principles you taught me. Give me the principles of treating others. Although I have never seen your demeanor, I think you are probably a talented man full of knowledge. I don't believe that a man full of the world can do bad things. If you really do something wrong The thing about it, I guess, is probably the isolation caused by confronting those in power."

Wukong lowered his eyebrows and covered his expression.He didn't know whether to be grateful for having such a person in his life, or to hate why he met this person when he was the weakest.He wanted to protect this person, but in the end there was nothing he could do.He hated being competitive so much in his life, hated so much his incompetence caused by being competitive.He covered the look in his brows and eyes, concealed his emotions, and tried his best not to worry that person.

However, no matter whether Wukong covered his face or not, that person would be invisible.

The man closed his eyes, rested for a while, and finally gathered his strength: "I have never asked you for anything, I know that no matter what I ask, you will agree, you are so omnipotent, but I don't want to. Now, I just want to ask you two things," the man paused, as if he had exhausted his strength, "If one day you come out from this mountain, don't look for my reincarnation, I'm very selfish, I don't want to let someone People I don’t know occupy your warmth. Your comfort, your tenderness, it’s enough for me alone to know. I don’t want those so-called reincarnations to occupy my memory in this life.” I don’t even want you to die because of me Trapped in a memory long gone.

Wukong wanted to say that I didn't agree, but he could only hmm, he could only watch, watching the vitality of the person in front of him slowly disappear.

The man struggled to say the second request: "Live well, I don't want to see grass growing on your head one day." The man paused, "I don't have the strength to pull weeds for you anymore."

Wukong blinked desperately, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, but for some reason, the tears seemed to be completely disobedient, and kept staying, hitting the ground, dripping out small puddles one after another.

The first civilian champion in the history of imperial examinations ended his life on the edge of a stone at the age of [-].

On a day when they met, he left.

He told Wukong not to look for him.

He told Goku to forget about him.

But how could Wukong forget?

Wukong cried heart-rendingly, but couldn't make a sound.

For the first time, he hated the injustice of the sky and the sinister world.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to destroy the world and let everything be ruined on this day.

But he remembered that this person told him that every life deserves to be treated kindly.Every life has good expectations.

He remembered that this person told him to live well.

Three days later, the body was buried, and according to the will of his lifetime, he was buried next to the hut far away from Wukong.

Wukong thought a lot and thought for a long time.

So long that Wukong once again forgets time and himself.

Wukong gradually came out of his grief.

He decided to carry forward this man's ideas. He has a kind heart, which rescued him from difficulties and gave him the light of life and the light of hope.

Wukong hopes to fulfill this person's dream, so that every life can be treated kindly, and give every living being good expectations.

Finally, Wukong waited for the first immortal who was willing to look at him after he fell down.

No, to be precise, it is neither a god nor an immortal, but a bodhisattva.

Guanyin Bodhisattva told Wukong about learning scriptures from the Western Paradise, Wukong did not hesitate, he agreed.Of course.There is nothing easier than teaching principles mixed in Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddha wanted to spread Buddhist scriptures through the hands of people from the Eastern lands, so why couldn't he spread the old and the old, the young and the young, and the young in this journey from the West?

Wukong even vaguely saw the future, his reputation will be higher than that of the Bodhisattva, he will definitely surpass the Buddha, and establish a teaching of his own.

Let every life be treated with kindness, and give every living being a good expectation.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that Bodhi has never appeared so far.

Wukong didn't want to think about it with malice anymore, but he didn't want to think about it anymore either.

Bodhi didn't come to see him, just like a random immortal in the sky didn't come to see him.

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care anymore.