[Journey to the West] Monkey, be good

Chapter 108

I am a peach blossom tree in the world, growing in a poor mountain called "Old Raven's Nest" to the east of "Wangjun Mountain".

"Wangjun Mountain" is remote and dangerous, with few people, but the scenery is excellent.There is a peach blossom forest in the valley, and there are three thousand peach blossom trees like mine.

But I am different from them.

Every tree grows tall and straight, spring and autumn come, blossom and bear fruit.I'm a crooked tree that won't bloom.As a peach blossom tree that has lived for decades, it can't bloom and bear fruit, which is simply a big failure of my tree life, which is unreasonable.For this reason, I was depressed and wept at the moon for a while, but later I found that it didn't help, so I had no choice but to give up.

The "Old Raven's Nest" lives up to its name. There are many old ravens flying around above our heads every day. If we find a peach tree, we will pick up dead branches and dry grass to build a nest on it.Because I am bald all over, old birds may look chic, so they all like to build a nest on my head.

So after several decades, the peach blossoms in the forest bloomed and withered, and withered and bloomed again, the petals fell and turned into spring mud, the mud was three feet thick, and the peach trees next to it bloomed and thanked for dozens of years, and the offspring multiplied For seven or eight generations, they are all too old to be old, leaving a pile of dead branches and debris. I am still alive, with a dense nest of old ravens all over my body, living well.

This situation lasted for nearly a hundred years, until a person, wearing a red dress and holding a faded old paper umbrella, entered the peach grove when the peach blossoms were lightly raining.The umbrella was torn and tattered, only the remains of the oiled paper stuck to the ribs remained, but it could be vaguely seen that a whole burning peach blossom forest had been painted on it.

I have never seen such a good-looking person. It is thousands of times more beautiful than any one I have seen before... a woodcutter, a lost scholar, a passing member, a down-and-out samurai...

It's a pity that I haven't been to school, and the adjectives in my mind are lacking, so I can't describe him one or two.All he knew was that the man's blond hair was slightly curly, his clothes were as fierce as fire, he was wearing red gold wristbands, his fingers holding the umbrella were long and clean, and his knuckles were as beautiful as himself.

I stared at him stupidly for a long time, looking at his pair of golden eyes, I was puzzled.I thought that a person like him should be proud by birth, but why can't there be any rebellious color in his glazed eyes, but when he looks at me, it is full of soft brilliance?

He finally stopped in front of me, closed his umbrella, and stood in the breeze and light rain, watching me silently.For a long time, until the drizzle drenched his beautiful clothes and hair a little bit, and his face was covered with rain, he slowly raised his hand, stroking the ugly scar around my waist and gently Said: "In this life, you can make me easy to find.

"Wangjun Mountain, Wangjun Mountain. Huanxi, 500 years ago, you were really determined to forget me completely, so you hid in the 1000 peach forests of Wangjun Mountain. Did you hide for [-] years?" The voice was extremely low, like a whisper, but I heard everything verbatim.He asked: "So, now, why did you come to 'Wangjun Mountain' again?"

I also don't know why I was born in Wangjun Mountain.In fact, I don't like this place very much, because it is beautiful here, but there are too many old ravens.These black and white things like to build a nest on me, and my old waist is a little overwhelmed.

But I know he is sad.He looked at me, but seemed to be looking at something else through me, with the corner of his mouth curled up, like a wronged child.The rainwater gathered on his face, slipped down his jaw drop by drop, and finally buried in his neckline.

At this moment, for some reason, my heart suddenly twisted into a ball, the pain was so painful that I just wanted to hold my chest and gasp.I forgot who told me before that all of us who do vegetation are heartless.lie! "Don't be sad, don't be sad." I said, wanting to reach out and touch his face.

As soon as I stretched out a dry branch, he gently pinched the twig with his fingertips, as if the sadness just now was just my illusion.He grinned at me, as if a reckless deer slammed into my heart, and my dead branch unexpectedly sprouted new buds and blossomed at his fingertips.

I subconsciously shook my body, shook off those bird nests "crackling", and straightened my waist. I was surprised to find that the burning peach blossoms had covered my whole body in an instant, and in an instant, the golden light shrouded the entire building. "Forget Jun Mountain".

It turned out that my real body turned out to be a golden peach tree.I heard from an old friend who secretly flew up to the Nine Heavens by the wind that the real body of Tianting Prime Minister Xianyuan is a golden peach, and the heavens have given him a great mission to save the Three Realms from fire and water.Everyone is Jintao, so to speak, I have become relatives with such a big man.But I heard that the golden peach has no roots at all, and the root is the root of love, and the flower blooms is the emotion. Emmmmm, emotional?Could it be that the person in front of me...

"What are you looking at, don't look at it, it's so embarrassing!" I blocked my eyes.He laughed out loud and said, "Are you trying to hide your ears?"

The rain stopped.Under the setting sun, the peach-colored clouds and the three thousand peach forests form a single piece, and the scenery is unique.

He didn't know where he got a lot of purple bamboos, so he built a small bamboo house on the open space next to me according to the terrain. Every day, the clouds and wild cranes would meet each other day and night, and the days passed quickly and slowly. .

In spring, he watered me to catch insects; in summer, he untied his coat, pulled his jacket down to his waist, and rolled up his trousers, and then climbed to my tree branch to enjoy the shade; in autumn, he moved a He laid the bamboo chair under the tree to talk with me, and carefully picked and collected the sporadic fruits on the tree; in winter, he would hold a quilt and wrap my trunk to prevent unexpected attacks. snowstorm.

From time to time, someone would come to visit him.There is a white-clothed boy called "Idiot", and a cold-faced general with three eyes on his head, or a little monkey jumping around.Sometimes he would receive guests in the small bamboo hut, get local materials from the forest, and cook some porridge and vegetables.I'm not stingy either, I dropped a few peach blossoms and asked him to make tea and wine for the guests.

People who drank my peach blossom wine were full of praise, and asked him what, "Hey, is this the fourth or fifth world?" He said, "The fourth world." The other party smiled and said, "That's not It’s coming soon. 1000 years go by very quickly, and now 400 years have passed, and 600 years are just a matter of blink of an eye. If you persist in a few more years, Dasheng, you will get through it soon.” He hung Looking at the tea in the bamboo bowl and the petals floating on the water, he remained silent and stopped talking.

After everyone left, he cleaned up the messy cups and plates on the table by himself, took the remaining half jug of sake, lifted his clothes and sat on the ground against my tree trunk.Put one leg up, put your arm on your knee, look at the high dome, drink a sip of wine for a while, and drink a sip of wine for a while.

When the jug fell to the ground, he smiled very softly and said, "Huanxi, I don't know what's going on in my mind. For the past few hundred years, I've been telling myself every day that I only need to wait for 1000 You will come back in 1000 years. But in fact, I am not sure, even if you come back in [-] years, whether you and I can really start from scratch.

These days with you in Taolin are so comfortable, so comfortable that I can't help but think from time to time——If you don't have an afterlife, only this life, we will be together for a long time like this, is it right? Isn't it also very good? "

The author has something to say: Huanxi has also done good deeds in this life, and it is a great merit, so he can become a slightly higher animal in his next life.However, he didn't say clearly how to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and he will mention it later when he returns to Heaven.