The Monkey King

Chapter 601: true and false

   In the sky, Subhuti held the whisk in his hand and flew towards Mount Hua with a blank expression, speeding up secretly.

   There is no raging airflow, no clouds that give way.

   Unlike the monkey, his breath was as gentle as a spring.

  …

  In the small town, Liu Yanchang just came back from a private school.

   pushed open the door, he sat on the couch, and stared at the small quilt in the corner that had been put away.

   took a long sigh.

  …

  Underworld, in a small attic, a ghost messenger bowed slightly to the Ksitigarbha King: "My World Honored One, Patriarch Subhuti has left the Xieyue Sanxingdong Cave. Looking at the direction, it is time to go to Mount Hua."

   "Oh?" King Jizo put down the bamboo slip in his hand and smiled.

   "Are you going?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata on the side asked softly.

   King Jizo slowly shook his head and said, "Change the way."

   "Another way?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata looked puzzled.

  …

   In the main hall, the monkey stared at Queer and Yuyi with wide eyes.

   "Do you think that would be the case?"

   Those eyes were mixed with anticipation and anxiety at the same time, and Yu Yi frowned when he saw it.

   That kind of feeling, as if the one in front of him is not the Great Sage Equalling the Sky and the King of All Demons, but a tangled child.

   In this world, some people seem to be powerful, they seem to see through everything, and they are detached.

   Queer seems to have gradually realized something. She silently lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

   "How about you, don't stop talking. Do you think... is it possible that his father lied to him?" The monkey craned his neck, hoping to hear even a little bit of advice.

The two present quietly glanced at each other, and Yu Yi smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Wukong, if you ask us, how do we know? Since the uncle still has doubts, why don't you check it out? Look through the underworld. The book of life and death, isn't everything clear?"

   Having said that, Yu Yi spread out his hands.

  Monkey was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that the expressions of the two of them were a little weird. Only then did he realize his gaffe, and he quickly accepted it.

   lowered his head and took a deep breath. He waved his hand and said, "I've been to the underworld. I just came here because I couldn't find it out. If not, I don't want to see that so-called junior sister."

  Queer covered her lips and smiled lightly, and said, "Sister Qingxin... It seems that she did nothing wrong. I don't know why the great sage is so divided as a senior brother."

   "Because I hate it." The monkey glanced at Que'er and said, "I hate her when I see her, and I hate this kind of person who just doesn't know anything and is nosy. He is weak and doesn't know how high the sky is."

   "Perhaps...the Great Sage misunderstood her?"

   "What did you misunderstand?"

   "For example...she actually knows everything, even more than the Great Sage."

   This is said. The monkey hesitated a little, and the expression on his face was slightly taken away.

   This bird was originally a substitute for another bird. This monkey is very clear. Now this bird is serving in the Tusita Palace, and this monkey also knows it.

   Did you stay in the Tusita Palace for a long time and learned the trick?

   But, what can be hidden here?

A pair of eyes twitched several times, but the monkey didn't come up with a reason, and said casually: "Does she look like she knows everything? Even if she does, it doesn't matter to me. Do I have to work hard to understand it? No? I don't have that spare time. Hate is hate, old age and death don't get along with each other. Just treat it as a grudge from a previous life, and it's better to have a bad relationship in this life."

   The grudges from the previous life…

   Queer lowered her head and sipped her tea, and stopped talking.

   turned his head, and the monkey said to Yu Yi: "I remember that when I entered meditation before, I had to write down some pasts. Is this still the case now?"

   "Naturally this is the case. Xieyue Sanxingdong does not accept people of unknown origin. This regulation has not been changed for thousands of years."

   "Show me Chenxiang's paper, it should have his original address on it."

  Yu Yi nodded, turned his head and went to take it.

  …

   The gray roofs gathered together look like a scale embedded in the plain, and the surrounding hills are full of terraced fields, and farmers are busy walking together in twos and threes.

After    the clouds and mists rushing towards him, the mountain town finally appeared in front of Subhuti's eyes. The whole scene was quiet and peaceful.

   I saw Subhuti pinch his hands in the air, and the figure quickly faded, turning into a translucent form, like a ghost, if you don't look closely, you can't notice it at all.

   Immediately afterwards, he lowered his flying height and walked silently through the town, the dim light in his old eyes flickered slightly.

   After a while, he had already found Liu Yanchang's address. From the beginning to the end, the people in the streets did not even notice the slightest abnormality.

   fell silently into the courtyard, Subhuti appeared, flicked the dust, and walked quickly towards the room where Liu Yanchang was.

   raised his hand, and the door opened automatically with a bang.

   Liu Yanchang in the room stood up in shock. But before he could open his mouth to speak, Subhuti had already stretched out his hand, Liu Yanchang leaned slightly, lost consciousness, and fell on the couch with a bang.

  Subhuti seems to be quite satisfied with this result.

   He nodded silently, and started to walk towards Liu Yanchang, but at this moment, the raised leg stopped in mid-air.

   After a short silence, he slowly retracted his feet and turned his head.

  Behind him, at the door of the room stood a phantom - King Jizo!

  …

   Holding the agarwood paper, the monkey rushed out of the hall and jumped up, turning into a golden light and rushing towards Huashan.

  …

  In Liu Yanchang's room, King Ksitigarbha and Subhuti looked at each other.

   King Ksitigarbha smiled, but Subhuti's eyes slowly narrowed to a slit.

   After a long time, Subhuti squeezed his sleeves and sighed softly: "The current strength of Buddhism is really making people more fearful. It is true. The future generations are terrifying."

   "Don't dare." Ksitigarbha's phantom folded his hands and bowed slightly, bowing respectfully to Subhuti.

"Why don't you dare to be?" Looking at King Ksitigarbha, Subhuti chuckled softly, "If it's fast, it's fast, if it's slow, it's slow. This old man thought he was the first to notice it, but I didn't expect it. The Buddha has already taken a step ahead. Really, the future generations are terrifying."

"This matter is deeply buried. It's not surprising that the Patriarch was one step behind. As for the poor monk, it was just a fluke. It's meaningless to get one step first. The words 'the future is terrible'. I really can't afford it." King Ksitigarbha Bow down again. He raised his head and said, "Is Patriarch trying to revise this scholar's memory? Change his memory to that he fell in love with the Three Virgins and gave birth to Chen Xiang."

  Subhuti looked at King Ksitigarbha meaningfully, his eyes narrowed slowly, but he didn't say a word.

   Upon seeing this, King Ksitigarbha said with a blank expression: "Under the whole world, poor monks admire the most. Except for the Tathagata, I count you, Patriarch Subhuti."

   "Oh?" Subhuti was stunned for a moment, then looked at King Ksitigarbha expressionlessly and said, "Old man, He De He Neng, do you receive this honor?"

"Ignoring the heavy pressure of Taoism, Tianting, and Buddhism, it is the best virtue to help Jin Chanzi for the common people. Eight hundred years of planning, planning and planning, and taking advantage of the trend. Four or two thousand pounds have been allocated to lay out the overall situation of the Westward Journey. Since it is in the game After eight hundred years, in the Three Realms, besides you, the Patriarch, who else has no blood on their hands? This is possible." Looking at Subhuti, King Ksitigarbha smiled lightly: "Even if you travel west After that, I have already thought about the appeasement of your disciple. It is indeed a good idea to keep him away from the domineering Yang Chan and arrange another stable belonging. In this world, when it comes to Buddhism, it is the venerable Tathagata of the West. In terms of wisdom, virtue, and ability, you should be counted among you, Patriarch Subhuti."

   Hearing the words, Subhuti hummed and laughed.

   He stroked his long beard and brushed his sleeves and said, "The Buddha is too exalted. Old man, he's just an old-fashioned Taoist who has been fooled. Don't talk about these words to others, so as not to make fun of you."

  …

   At this time, in the sky, the monkey was roaring towards here at a very fast speed along the road that Subhuti had traveled before.

  …

   Glancing at the western sky, Subhuti’s words changed, and he said, “Let’s talk about the real business. When the Buddha appeared here, he didn’t make a special trip to express his admiration to the old man, right?”

   "It's not."

"Then." Subhuti pointed to Liu Yanchang, who was lying beside him, and said, "Could it be that the Buddha wanted to stop the old man? My disciple would never go to the old man's door unless he had to. Since he has already entered the Xieyue Sanxingdong, You must have been to the Hall of Life and Death and checked the Book of Life and Death, right?"

   King Ksitigarbha shook his head slowly and said, "The poor monk is here to persuade the Patriarch."

   "Persuade me?" Subhuti smiled lightly, seemingly indifferent, but his hands could not help but tighten.

   For him, time was running out.

"Yes." King Ksitigarbha nodded and said, "The book of life and death in the underworld has been torn up by the poor monk, so he can't find out anything. The poor monk doesn't have to hinder the Patriarch Bodhi. Let the monkey head be white. Some misunderstandings are not good for poor monks. It's just... that the suffering of the monkey head should be freed by oneself. The Patriarch has done enough. Next, whether or not to prove the Tao, let it be natural. At that time, even if the poor monk does not take action, someone will naturally take action."

   Looking at King Ksitigarbha, Subhuti's brows trembled slightly, and the hand hidden in his sleeve slowly tightened.

  …

   After a while, a golden light silently fell from the sky.

The moment    saw the shadow of King Jizo, the monkey was stunned.

   Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

   He instantly held the golden hoop in his hand and glared at King Jizo: "Why are you here?"

   King Jizo smiled faintly and looked aside.

   Following the gaze of King Jizo, the monkey saw the hidden door.

   The next moment, he rushed into the room and saw Liu Yanchang who was still in a coma.

   "What do you mean? What did you do to him?" the monkey growled violently.

   King Ksitigarbha smiled faintly again, looked at the monkey and said, "The poor monk didn't say anything, does the Great Sage believe it?"

  The corner of the monkey's eyes twitched slightly.

   A breeze blew slowly, and the phantom slowly dissipated.

   "Don't run—!" The monkey raised the golden cudgel and smashed it towards Ksitigarbha without thinking, but it fell in vain.

"Check the book of life and death, check the moon tree, look for this, look for that. Great sage, it seems that you have been doing this kind of thing for the past eight hundred years. This is not at all like your foresighted and prepared master. ." In the breeze, the shadow of King Ksitigarbha disappeared, leaving only a voice echoing in the monkey's mind: "Listen to the poor monk. In fact, everything may be fake. All of them may be true. The key is what you believe and what you don't believe... Otherwise, when you get everything clear, your heart will no longer be clear." (To be continued~^~)

  PS: Sorry ha...Bounced again. Turtle is really not intentional, the more you write, the more difficult it is to write. However, it is guaranteed that there will be no eunuchs.