The Monkey King

Under the moonlight, the shadows of trees sway on the narrow path of Sanxing Cave.

The Taoist disciple who came to summon was walking in front with a lantern, Qingxin followed closely behind holding Chenxiang, and Yuxuan fell more than ten feet away.

Insects, cicadas and birds chirped in the forest.

Chen Xiang raised his head from time to time to look up at his fairy sister.

Along the way, Qingxin remained calm and silent.

There was a hint of panic in those eyes, as if a child was about to face his own uncertain future.

The hand holding Chenxiang tightened and loosened suddenly, and there seemed to be a trace of uneasiness.

Not long after, the four of them saw the Qingxin Hall, which was half built against the mountain and half in the cave.

In the simple and solemn hall, the dim firelight shines from the windows on the side.

The door of Qingxin Hall is not big.

Looking along the stone path in front of the door, in the ancient house, eight neat stone pillars are arranged on both sides, just like a long and narrow tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, Subhuti sat cross-legged. He was alone, lowering his head and playing with the chessboard in front of him.

The firelight swayed slightly.

At this moment, Qingxin suddenly had an illusion.

It felt as if what she was about to face was not the master who had watched her grow up, but an old friend who was so strange that she couldn't even remember his appearance.

Perhaps it was because of fear of this feeling that she did not dare to see Taishang Laojun when she was in Tushita Palace.

She could comfort herself with everything between her and the monkey. That's not the original memory. The wind chime is a wind chime, the bird is a bird, and the pure heart is the pure heart. Although they are from the past and present life, they are three completely different people.

But what about the two masters?

The Taoist disciple who led the way stepped aside. He stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle, please."

Qingxin nodded silently, let go of Chenxiang's hand and stepped forward.

Chen Xiang quickly followed and held Qing Xin's hand.

Stopping, Qingxin touched Chenxiang's head and said, "Go play with sister Yuxuan. Sister is going to talk to her master about something and will be back soon."

Chenxiang looked at Qingxin blankly, then turned to look at Yuxuan.

Yuxuan silently took a step forward and stretched out her hand.

"Go." Qingxin smiled lightly.

Chen Xiang nodded. Reach out to hold Yuxuan.

With agarwood. Yuxuan slowly walked towards the courtyard in front of the Qingxin Hall.

Chenxiang looked back three times in one step. Qingxin looked at him from a distance and smiled.

After a while, until Agarwood disappeared around the corner, Qingxin calmed down a little, turned around, took steps, and walked towards Subhuti.

The fire burned "squeaking". Pop the candles.

Qingxin stepped lightly on the floor of Qianxin Hall.

Subhuti paused while holding the chess piece, and slowly looked up.

"I'm home?"

Qingxin walked silently with her head raised, without answering.

When she came to Subhuti, she shook her sleeves, knelt on her knees, and kowtowed: "If you are pure of heart, please see your master."

For a moment, Subhuti was stunned.

The original smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by a trace of surprise.

After a brief silence, he looked at Qing Xin lying on the ground. A smile appeared on Subhuti's face again. But it is no longer the confident and inscrutable smile it once was.

"Why, you have become so alienated after a trip?" Putting the chess piece in the palm of his hand back into the chess basket, Subhuti stroked his long beard and sighed: "Although I am your master, how do you treat me as a master?" Such a great gift is really rare.”

After saying this, Subhuti laughed.

Qingxin maintained her original posture motionlessly. No smile, no answer.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

After a while, Subhuti coughed twice and said, "Get up, no courtesy."

"Thank you, Master." Qingxin straightened up and knelt down, but lowered his eyes, not looking at Subhuti.

There was silence again in the Qianxin Palace.

The wind blew into the hall through the gaps in the curtains, swaying the candlelight.

Subhuti watched Qingxin silently, and Qingxin silently looked at the messy chess pieces on the chessboard in front of Subhuti.

The shadows of the two men trembled slightly behind each other.

After a long time, Subhuti stretched out his hand to move the chessboard in front of him and said softly: "Do you have anything to ask my teacher?"

Qingxin shook her head and said, "Qingxin has nothing to ask."

"Today, if you have anything you want to ask, ask it. I will tell you everything you know."

"Qingxin has nothing to ask."

"Is there nothing you want to know?"

"You already know what Qingxin wants to know, and you also know what you don't want to know."

"But there are still many things you don't know."

Raising her head and looking directly into Subhuti's eyes, Qingxin replied expressionlessly: "Qingxin doesn't want to know more."

Suddenly, Subhuti smiled, a rare chuckle.

He pursed his lips, frowned, crossed his hands and let out a long sigh.

"There are some things, even if you don't want to know, my teacher must let you know."

Qingxin's eyes were slightly lowered and she didn't say a word.

The hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her skirt.

"You already know many things, but there are more things that you don't know. Things that you don't know, and even Feng Chime doesn't know. It's time for us, master and disciple, to have a good chat. It's been a long, eight hundred years. It's time to talk about everything that happened here." Slowly closing his eyes, Subhuti sighed softly like an old man in his twilight years: "You are a good boy, and so is Feng Ling. I don't know Que'er as a teacher, but ...I guess so. Wukong, what kind of blessing is it for you three to fall in love with him at the same time?"

Qingxin slowly raised her head, blinked and looked at Subhuti and said, "In reply to the master, Qingxin has not fallen in love with him, and will never fall in love with him. The ones who love him are the birds and wind chimes. And I am Qingxin."

Hearing this, Subhuti couldn't help laughing: "Master has been pampering you since childhood. That's because I owed you a debt in my previous life. For the sake of the overall situation of the three realms, I treated you and all your senior brothers as bets. Put it on the gambling table and gamble with your Supreme Master. The purpose is to open up a new situation and make it possible for Jin Chanzi to attain enlightenment. Qingxin, do you understand this intention?"

Qing Xin looked at Subhuti quietly without answering.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time. Subhuti smiled faintly, lowered his head and sighed: "It's normal not to understand, and it's normal not to understand. When I was your age, I never understood so much."

The wind whistled outside the window, and a few fallen leaves rolled through the window lattice and fell on the smooth floor.

Supporting his knees, Subhuti stood up slowly. Youyou sighed: "Actually, my teacher is a Bodhi tree, and it has already existed in the world since the birth of the Three Realms."

Step by step, he walked to the window, stretched out his hand, and the leaves that had fallen on the floor rose into the air with the swirling airflow, and flew out of the window along the original path.

He reached out and put down the bamboo curtain that he forgot to put down.

Opening the gap in the bamboo curtain, Subhuti looked at the swaying tree shadows under the moonlight outside the window and said: "When I was first born, my master was just like them. Unknowingly, unconsciously. He just grew up quietly."

"One day, Weishi suddenly wanted to know what the world looked like. So, Weishi spent five thousand years to grow a pair of eyes."

"At that time, there was only water, only wind, and only earth in the heaven and earth. There were no so-called monsters, and there were no gods or Buddhas."

"Looking at the desolate world, I am very disappointed."

"So, it took another five thousand years to grow a pair of ears."

"Unfortunately, those ears can only hear thunder and the whistling wind."

"From the beginning to the end, I couldn't even see or sense any of my companions."

"This world is so lonely."

When he said this, a smile appeared on Subhuti's lips. It seems to be a mockery, but it is more like a remembrance.

Qingxin listened quietly.

After a while, Subhuti looked at the green leaves outside the window and said softly: "Later, I met many people as a teacher. Your Supreme Master, Zhen Yuanzi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Cult Leader... and Nuwa. "

"This world should be rich and colorful. So, we worked together to create other things that were missing in the world, birds, beasts, vegetation. Nuwa also created the People. Suddenly, the whole world became noisy."

"But... after the commotion, many, many issues came up. A few of us had differences." Pursing his lips, Subhuti suddenly laughed, turned around and said, "But that's not important, because this world has it. There is the law of heaven for your own laws. All the great powers, no matter how strong you are, are actually just roundworms in the belly of heaven. When everything is created by us, it is actually out of our control and can move freely in the world. Development. The face of the world can never be shaped the way we want it to be, it can only grow into what it is.”

"Sometimes, I will think that everything we did back then was just unnecessary. Even without us, the world would have developed into what it is today." After a slight pause, Subhuti continued: "However, Then things changed.”

"What change?" Qingxin asked softly.

"This change is... Laojun has cultivated the way of heaven and practiced inaction. Immediately afterwards, Sakyamuni, who is actually a junior, has also cultivated the way of heaven. He is selfless." Subhuti spread his hands and frowned as if thinking After saying something, he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you know what inaction is?"

"Do nothing and do everything. Know everything and do everything."

"Yes. Although it is not complete, it is almost the same." Subhuti nodded and said: "To put it simply, Laojun has truly mastered the world. Everything in the world can no longer escape his eyes. His plan. The entire Three Realms have become like potted plants in the courtyard of Tushita Palace. He can cultivate it as he wants at will."

"So..." Qingxin asked doubtfully, "You will collectively oppose him?"

At this question, Subhuti laughed immediately, waved his hand and said, "No, the causes and consequences will be explained carefully by my teacher." (To be continued ~^~)

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