in2ebook Chapter 329 Parting ways
Chapter 329 Parting ways
Chapter 329 Parting Ways
In 645 AD, after more than ten years of journeying westward in search of Buddhist teachings, the Tang monk Xuanzang finally returned to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.
On the day they arrived at the city gate, the alleys and streets were filled with officials and people cheering enthusiastically.
Tang Monk walked through the wall of people with a bright and cheerful look on his face, and was personally greeted by the Tang Emperor.
Behind him were four distraught disciples.
"Master, now that the quest for scriptures is complete, it's time for me to return."
Wukong walked forward politely, stroking the gold bracelet on his wrist with his fingers, and spoke softly.
"Going back to Huaguo Mountain?"
Tang Sanzang turned his head, his smile still radiant, "It's time to go back and take a look."
Anyway, he has successfully obtained the scriptures and if his disciples still stay by his side, others may take all the credit for them when they see their great abilities.
Furthermore, his eyelashes drooped, concealing the emotions in his eyes.
He was a holy monk, and the disciples around him were not only graceful but also could not look so weird.
Wukong said "hmm", retreated silently and said nothing more.
Yes, let’s go back to Huaguo Mountain and take a look.
No, it should be called Huaguoshan Tourist Area now.
The master built this resort himself, and I wonder how happy he would be to see so much gold income.
Wukong grinned subconsciously. Master loved gold the most, and also... loved him the most...
As I laughed, I felt a warm and moist feeling at the corners of my eyes.
He looked up at the sky, and the warm sunlight fell on his body, like a soft palm, covering his face.
The day when Master changed seemed to be a warm afternoon like this.
"Elder brother..."
Sha Seng and Xiao Bai were standing on the left and right, calling out in low voices.
"Brother Monkey..."
Bajie, who has always been heartless and outspoken, now looks like a defeated rooster, listless.
What everyone knew tacitly was that after that day, the master no longer acted like a master.
The backbone of the former journey to the West team naturally became the eldest brother of his fellow disciples.
"Ah."
The sound was muffled, as if coming from the nose.
Wukong blinked a few times to suppress the surging waves of fear in his heart.
The wind blew across the diamond bracelet on my wrist, making a slight buzzing sound.
Yes, he promised his master that he would take good care of his junior fellow apprentice.
Bajie, Laosha and Xiaobai stood there quietly, like children waiting for their parents to arrange things for them.
"Let's go back to Huaguo Mountain with Brother."
He was not sure whether his fellow apprentices were willing to go back with him.
The brothers went against the flow of people and left Chang'an Street.
Behind him were tens of thousands of Tang Dynasty people calling out to the holy monk.
Tang Sanzang, surrounded by flowers, was smiling widely as he stood on the high platform, being worshipped and praised by everyone. However, he did not even glance at his disciple.
Xiaobai put on the cassock, and a decent blush appeared on his face in the sunlight.
He lowered his head, and slowly stroked the golden thread with his fingertips. The winding and twisting line seemed like the route that had carried his master to obtain Buddhist scriptures in the past.
His nose felt sore and he couldn't help but choke up. "Brother, why did Master... suddenly change?"
Is that right? If the master cannot obtain the scriptures, he will not change.
He clutched his robes tightly, a tear falling, "Why didn't you tell me before you changed?"
It's complaints, accusations, coquettishness, regret...
Another gust of wind blew, and the nine-ring staff on Sha Seng's back made a ringing sound, crisp and solemn.
Bajie felt that the gold in the bag was like a hot potato or roaring magma, as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on his head, making his heart feel choked.
After a long silence, Wukong imitated Tang Shan and gently placed his hand on Xiaobai's head, rubbing the smooth silver-white hair. "Maybe, I'm afraid you'll be sad."
I'm also afraid that I can't bear to let go.
The words were spoken to Xiaobai, and also what he said to his junior brothers as the eldest brother.
Xiaobai kept his head down, with shadow covering half of his face.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, I want to go home."
He bent down and bowed seriously.
At the horizon, a graceful and agile white dragon was tied with a small piece of red cloth. It looked a little funny from a distance, but no one laughed.
"Bajie, what about you?"
In the past, most people would call him "idiot", but this time, Wukong gently called him "Bajie".
If he hadn't listened carefully, he would have thought it was his master calling him.
Bajie grabbed the bag, turned around, and clapped his hands twice, making a jingling sound.
He forced a smile on his face and said, "Of course I'll go back to Gao Village and see if there's an eighty-year-old lady willing to take me in."
This was the last joke the master said to him.
Now that I say it out loud, it’s not funny at all.
He pinched his thigh with the hand under his sleeve. He had always wanted to get the scriptures as soon as possible so that he could go back and enjoy himself.
Yes, it’s good like this now.
This is how he convinced himself.
Bajie also left, leaving only Wukong and Lao Sha behind.
"Big Brother, I was banished to the Flowing Sand River, and that's not my home."
Sha Monk said quietly, "I want to go back to Huaguo Mountain with you. Who knows, maybe one day Master will come back and look for us there."
That's what he thought.
"Okay, let's take care of Flower-Fruit Mountain together and save a few mountains of gold for Master."
Wukong suddenly became excited, "I don't believe that Master would be reluctant to give up so much gold after seeing it."