Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 47

The beginning of life may be difficult, but the end of life is often very simple, even just a moment.Tiger spirit Amin died.I don't know if he was a kind person who was willing to help others or a heinous devil. At the moment of his death, ashes turn to dust, dust turns to dust, and everything in his life is illusory.Maybe he has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, maybe he has a lot of unfinished things, who knows?All things are meaningless after his death.

Tang Seng recited the "Curse of Rebirth" for Tiger Jing.

Monkey King curled his lips: "You have to save a monster, maybe how many people he killed during his lifetime."

Tang Seng ignored Sun Wukong's sarcasm, finished the reading by himself, stood up, and said with a serious face: "He has never killed anyone."

Sun Wukong obviously didn't believe it: "How could the monster not kill people?"

"It's true, Wukong, why do you always refuse to trust others? I don't know what you have experienced before...but this world is not as dark and hypocritical as you think. Before you came, the tiger spirit told me he He has never killed anyone. I asked him what he lived on, and he said eating wild fruits, but I said wild fruits are not life? Before he answered, you came here."

Monkey King snorted: "Do you believe what the monster says?"

"Why don't you believe it? What's wrong with monsters? What do you think monsters are?"

"Monsters are heinous monsters that kill people without blinking an eye. Everyone can kill them!"

"No." Tang Seng squatted down, touched the tiger spirit's warm but cold body just now, looked at the blood on his hands, and was in a daze.

"Everything in the world is created by the gods. The shape of the mountains and rivers, the direction of the river, the blooming of flowers, the rising and setting of the sun, all of these are determined by the gods. After hundreds of millions of years, one day, I don't know which day, suddenly appeared Creatures that want to live independently. The gods can't control them, so they want to exterminate these disobedient creatures. In order to distinguish them from themselves, they named them 'demons'..."

"All right, all right, I'm too lazy to listen to your ramblings." Sun Wukong put the golden cudgel on his shoulders from the back of his neck, wrapping his arms around the golden cudgel.He is going back.

Tang Seng wants to bury the tiger spirit before leaving. "You didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you." Tang Seng asked, "Wukong, do you know how many monsters you killed along the way?"

210 four.

This number is like engraved in Monkey King's mind.

If you count this today, it is 210 five.

"I don't remember, all monsters deserve to die, and killing monsters is a meritorious deed."

Rather than saying that Tang Seng is angry with Monkey King for killing monsters, it is better to say that he is more angry with Monkey King's attitude. "In less than three years, you have killed more than 200 monsters. Sometimes I think, I am afraid that you will kill all the monsters in the world before the Western Paradise arrives!" Tang Seng's voice became louder, "Is merit points so important?"

"It's very important. With merit points, you can become a fairy."

"Is it that important to become a fairy?"

"important."

"..."

Tang Seng stopped talking to Monkey King, silently broke off a thick branch, and dug a hole on the ground where thick fallen leaves were piled up.

Monkey King put away the golden cudgel, jumped onto the tree, grabbed the branches and swung around.

Although the ground was soft, Tang Seng's tools were not at hand, and the work of digging the pit was not going smoothly.After a while, I was sweating profusely.Tang Seng wiped off his sweat, the more difficult it was, the more it aroused Tang Seng's backbone. He made up his mind not to ask the monkey for help.

The night was dark, and occasionally birds chirped and insects chirped in the forest, making it even more desolate and deserted.In the desolate night, Tang Seng's stomach growled so clearly that he couldn't help but pay attention.

After all, Tang Seng is a mortal without the slightest magic power. His palms were worn out, so he leaned on a branch to rest and catch his breath.

"Boom!" A wild fruit fell at Tang Seng's feet.Cyan-red, about the size of a fist, it is something Tang Seng and the others often use to satisfy their hunger. It is called Wuweiguo.Tang Seng raised his head and looked up the tree.

The monkey was doing somersaults in the air, holding on to the branch.

"Thank you." Tang Seng picked up the Wuweiguo.A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the monkey stood in front of him and knocked out the five-flavored fruit in his hand. "Do I allow you to eat it?"

Tang Seng glanced at Monkey King and sighed: "You obviously don't think so in your heart, why do you pretend to be like this?"

Sun Wukong's eyes instantly became extremely confused.

"I know you are very bitter." Tang Seng reached out to stroke Monkey King's hair.When his right hand was about to fall on Monkey King's head, he swung it away mercilessly.Tang Seng rubbed the back of his red hand, realizing again that this monkey was different from the monkeys he touched casually in the circus.

Monkey King pushed Tang Seng away, turned his right hand into a blade, and swung down, a big hole immediately appeared on the ground.Sun Wukong picked up the tiger spirit's body and threw it into the pit, refusing to fall to the ground for a long time.

Tang Seng didn't urge him, sat cross-legged by the pit, and recited the mantra of passing away.

Sun Wukong squatted by the pit, motionless, from the darkness of the night to the dawn of the dawn, he did not change his posture.

It would be unbearable for a person who likes to jump and run around to suddenly become quiet. Something big must have happened, Tang Seng thought.

There was no expression on Sun Wukong's face, it was as calm as the surface of a lake without storms, the surface of the lake was clear and bright, just like a mirror, the light reflected on the mirror blocked the sight of others peeking into the bottom of the lake.

Its daybreak.

The sun tried its best to break through the clouds and cast a warm orange light on the world.

There is a lot of dew on Monkey King's hair, which is crystal clear in the morning sun.

Tang Seng approached him and patted his shoulder lightly. "People can't be resurrected after death, sorry." In exchange for it, Monkey King said "Get out".Tang Seng said: "Anyway, I'm also your master, don't always be like this..." Without saying a word, Sun Wukong slapped Tang Seng with his backhand, and when he was about to touch Tang Seng's chest, he suddenly stopped, accompanied by a painful cry , Sun Wukong put his head in his hands and fell down.

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in Tang Seng's eyes.

Sun Wukong pulled the hair on his head hard, his facial features twisted in pain, and shouted: "Tang Sanzang, one day I will kill you!"

Tang Seng said: "I said that I didn't recite the magic spell, I don't know how to spell it at all, why don't you believe it?"

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva said that you used the magic spell to control me! Otherwise, why do I have a headache every time I disrespect you?" These words exhausted all the strength of Monkey King.After he finished speaking, he rolled on the ground in pain, as if something was squeezing his head, and kept squeezing until his brain burst out.The pain is like a sea wave, one wave rises after another, the interval becomes shorter and shorter, and it hits continuously.

Monkey King wanted to put his hands in his mouth and bite, but he was shaking into a ball, his hands and feet refused to control.I want to yell, maybe it's good to yell, but I can't make a sound when I open my mouth.There seemed to be no air around, and I was about to suffocate.Sweat flowed into the eyes, blood red in front of the eyes, a figure appeared in the blood-like field of vision, wearing armor, wearing a hair crown, and a black cloak on the back, the face could not be seen clearly, and the blurred image gradually faded away.A strong hatred suddenly appeared in Sun Wukong's heart, he stretched out his right hand lying on the ground, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Don't go! I'm going to kill you..." In fact, what he uttered was only a small whining sound, No one can hear.

Tang Seng helped him up and found that he had passed out from the pain.

Zhu Bajie came and saw this scene.Tang Seng covered the tiger spirit's body with soil, while Sun Wukong fell unconscious, holding his head in his hands, and curled up into a small ball. He looked so pitiful and weak, making it impossible to imagine his mighty life after waking up.

Zhu Bajie kicked Monkey King's waist with his toes, his face was full of gloating. "Yo, the monkey has a headache again?"

Tang Seng frowned.

"Where's your prestige?" Zhu Bajie continued to mock. "Where did your prestige go when you killed my subordinates in Gao Laozhuang? Didn't you shout every day to roast my pig's trotters?"

Tang Seng couldn't help but said: "You have changed, Beidou, you never used to gloat like a mouse, and you were as timid as a mouse. You only dared to act recklessly after Sun Wukong fell into a coma."

Since he started Journey to the West, Tang Seng called him Big Dipper for the first time.

Zhu Bajie snorted, "You have also changed, you used to smile every day, even looking at a flower with joyful eyes, what about now?"

"Journey to the west is too hard, sometimes I can't laugh, but we are all companions, why don't we unite?"

"So what about unity?"

"I can reach the Western Paradise earlier, get the scriptures, and end the pain."

"Hahaha, are you used to lying to monkeys, and you say such things to me?" Zhu Bajie laughed as if he had heard a big joke. What? There is no West Paradise, no scriptures, no positive results. Journey to the West is a game between Erlang God and Tathagata. We are all pawns, and we have no right to call 'stop'! The meaning of our existence is to keep killing monsters on the road to the West! Kill, kill, kill!" Zhu Bajie looked at his hands, "I have killed more people in the past three years than I have in the past 500 years. Every day I dream of ghosts looking for my life, but I don't know when it will end kill."

Tang Seng said: "Maybe you don't need to kill the monsters, just beat them back."

"If you don't kill the monster, the monster will come and kill me! If I don't kill the monster, the monkey will too! The monkey is already crazy!" Zhu Bajie turned his head and stared at Monkey King, "Anyone who kills every day will go crazy! He has more and more frequent headaches now , because the killing intent in his heart can no longer be stopped. Sooner or later, he will lose his sanity, and then he will be the first to kill you! Because if you kill you, the group can be disbanded. But you die every time No, you are Jin Chanzi chosen by the Tathagata Buddha and Erlang God, every time you are caught by monsters, it’s fine, in fact, the meaning of your existence is just to give us a reason to kill monsters.”

Zhu Bajie sat down slumped: "I regret it, I shouldn't have listened to Yang Jian's instigation to participate in Journey to the West! It's been three years, and he hasn't even seen a shadow, and he hasn't even talked nonsense, leaving us here to suffer, suffering from 81 , accumulating his mother's merit points, he might be happy somewhere!"

After Zhu Bajie vented, he sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Tang Seng: "Actually, you still haven't changed, you are still so tolerant and kind, I should thank you."

"Don't say that, I know you're just under a lot of pressure, you'll be back to normal after you complain." Tang Seng finished burying the tiger spirit, walked towards Monkey King, squatted down, wanted to carry Monkey King, and said to Zhu Bajie, "Help me."

Zhu Bajie pulled Monkey King up and carried it on his back. Seeing Tang Seng looking at him with surprised eyes, Zhu Bajie said, "Let's go, aren't you my famous master?"

Tang Seng followed Zhu Bajie and smiled.

The sun hid the whole night and finally began to shine brightly.

The flowers in the forest are in full bloom.

"Today is another fine day."

No matter what the situation, even if there is nothing, at least there is hope.

Tang Seng strode forward in the golden sunlight.