Chapter 21 two hundred and nineteenth day

The verse says: The Dharma origin arises from the mind, or it dies from the mind.Birth and death are all up to who, please distinguish yourself. "The wind is blowing." Bajie said. He stood on a high place, looking into the distance, the wind lifted his wide robe sleeves, and also blew his rippling fat. I have never been able to connect the handsome god I saw that day with this guy in front of me. "It's still a sandstorm." Bajie said again. In the distance, the yellow sand swept across the sky and turned into a billowing line, rushing towards this side. "The wind is blowing—the pig is flying, and the apprentice of An De is—carrying the bag." On the spur of the moment, I chanted this famous line through the ages.

Turning around and looking at the monkey, the monkey was crying bitterly. "Although the teacher's poems are deeply touching, you don't have to be so sad." "I *, I got sand in my eyes." The monkey cursed. The sandstorm is getting closer and higher, covering most of the sky, the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark. "Is it still too late to go back to Chang'an?" I asked. "It's too late." The pig started to dig a hole on the ground, and then used its head to measure the size. "Pick it up a little bit more, and I'll be your teacher, your elder brother, and Xiaobai."

"Dig your own pit." The pig buried his head in the pit and said in a low voice. I had to look back at the monkey. Fuck me, this thing has disappeared, leaving only a letter stuffed in the white horse's mouth: a mountain, a peach, and a flower are drawn on it, and a monkey happily turned back to the mountain, and drew another group The monkey is doing somersaults. "'I'll go back to Huaguo Mountain...'? What is this? What do you think of this team?" "I have no choice but to do it myself!" I knelt down and scrambled the sand frantically. But it seems to be too late... It seems to be a little too late from a certain philosophical point of view... But it seems to be really too late... But according to the calculation of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", it seems that it is still in time... Wow!I dug up the treasure...but it doesn't seem to be meaningful now...

Suddenly, I stopped moving. The sandstorm didn't move either. I mean, it just stops there. The huge wall of dust, hundreds of feet high, stopped when it was only a few feet away from the tip of my nose. I can see those grains of sand still hovering in the air, maintaining the appearance of that moment. Then, he walked out from the still sand in the sky. I am the son of the wind, said the young-faced man, and my name is Yelou. "Hello, son of the wind." The pig pulled his head out of the soil, and went forward to hold his hand: "I am the son of a pig, you can call me pig."

Fengzi and Zhuzi looked at each other in displeasure. Then they look at me. "I'm Lennon's son," I said quickly. Yelou is an elegant young man. He really has no choice but to be elegant. He is composed of three hundred and sixty million and one grains of yellow sand. The sky sits on the ground. "Sand is my flesh and blood, and wind is my soul." He said so. "But what if there is no wind?" asked the pig. "Then I'm dead," said Yerlou. "But how can there be no wind in this world?" He smiled, "So I will live forever and be everywhere."

"Of course there can be no wind in the world." A voice sounded from the top of the mountain behind us. I looked back and it was a monkey.He came back quickly. "Tell me, where is there no wind?" I asked. "Inside the iron box, in the depths of the sea, and at the top of Lingshan Mountain, there is no wind." Huang Feng shook his head: "In the iron box, there are thousands of micro-worlds. How can we say there is no wind? In the depths of the sea, undercurrents are surging, how can we say there is no wind? The top of Lingshan..." His face suddenly changed.

The monkey sneered: "So nothing is immortal and everywhere. You are just a poor monster." Huang Feng said angrily: "The top of the Lingshan Mountain can naturally have wind. It's just that the Buddhas have no desires, no thoughts, and no breathing, which makes it a very quiet peak. If I go, I can let the wind blow up Clouds move." I shook my head: "It's absolutely impossible. I heard that Lingji Bodhisattva has the wind-fixing beads, and all wind and dust will return to silence when they get there." "Then why did you go?" Huang Feng asked.

"We went to seek the truth." "Then you go, will there be wind in Lingshan?" "I'm afraid there will be no wind." "Then you go, don't you also melt into the eternal silence, what's the use of going?" "All living things and beings will inevitably melt into the eternal silence, it is better to go by themselves." The pig stared at me: "Baldhead, that's not what you told me at the beginning. You said that the Lingshan Mountain is full of feed, and the sows are dancing all over the mountain, so I followed you." Monkey sneered: "The version he told me is that the Lingshan Mountain is full of peaches, and if you don't eat them, they will rot."

"That's right." I said, "All your desires will naturally be liberated when you arrive at Lingshan." "Is it liberation, not attainment?" asked the pig. "Liberation is attainment, and attainment is liberation." I said. "Emptyness is form, and form is emptiness. Why isn't Sun Wukong called Sun Wukong?" asked the pig. "Tang Monk riding a horse, that thing, followed by Monkey King... You see, it doesn't rhyme." "Just because of this?" "When did the teacher lie to you?" "When did you tell the truth!"

"Sun Wukong..." The monkey pressed the golden band on his head, "This name sounds familiar... Do I know this person?" Both Yelou and Zhu smiled meaningfully. "That was a long time ago," I said. It suddenly occurred to me that I have a friend who has indeed disappeared for many years. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness, the person who named the monkey this is really bad, very similar to my friend's style. Strange, I only vaguely remember such a person, but I never remember what he looked like, and when I saw him. "Don't go to Lingshan." Yelou said, "There is no wind, no dust, and no heartbeat. Why don't you follow me to wander between heaven and earth and be a free person."

"There are no free people here, only monkeys who can't get angry, pigs who don't understand love, and monks who can't tell the difference between east, west, and north." The pig said. "I'm going to Lingshan." I said. "Why?" Yelou looked at me in surprise. "Because I don't want to imagine you and never know where I'm going." Yelou lowered his head, a little sad. "Even where you go, there is only an end?" "Yes, but I must see the end." "Even if it's just nothingness?" I am silent. "Are you all going to follow this lunatic?" Yello asked the monkey and the pig. "What choice do we have?" said the pig. "I'm different." The monkey said, "I have 10 million choices, but I suddenly found that there is no difference in any choice, and all directions lead to an ending." Ye Lou sighed: "I wish you good luck, then let's go our own way." With a turn of his figure, he turned into flying sand all over the sky and roared away. I saw the monkey and the pig watching him go, and asked, "Do you all envy his life?" "I used to be the same as him," said the monkey. "I really thought that this world could come and go freely and go its own way. I hope he won't be touched by Bodhisattva Lingji. Some people don't like windy things in the world." "He has nothing to envy." said the pig, "he has been floating all his life, and he is still helpless in the end." "What about us, what do we hope to rely on?" I looked far ahead. "It's just...the desire to see the ending with my own eyes."