Chapter 475: : You can be detached when you drop it, but someone always holds it

When the next day dawned, Xuan Zang was still sitting by the fire when the two were about to leave, he still couldn't figure out the answer. For the next few days, he often seemed to think about this problem along the way, sitting under the tree and thinking, walking on the road, thinking when crossing the river, thinking over the mountains.
He always has a special attachment in some places. The attachment can be said to be a bit silly.
It's like Gu Nan said that she can take him out of the customs with light work, or he can walk for more than ten days, but he shook his head and refused, saying that he would go.
There should be no difference between the two, but since he was unwilling, Gu Nan did not mention it again.
Should be seven days later, the two passed by a field.
Gu Nan walked in front to help Xuan Zang carry his bag, Xuan Zang walked behind.
This way is not easy to take, not to mention that Xuan Zang's body is weaker than ordinary villagers. Those who cross the mountains and over mountains are already exhausted and always take a break before they can walk. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
However, he still didn't say anything. He walked step by step as if he were doing some solemn rituals, and he had to step through each step solemnly.
Gu Nan had nothing else to do but help him carry his bag. Xuan Zang ’s bag was not heavy. She had seen everything in it, except for a few monk clothes, some water and a wooden fish. put.
Gu Nan had also joked about him, saying that he had no scripture on a monk.
At that time, Xuanzang said calmly, the little monk took it, pointed to his chest and said, all here, a lot of books.
There is a lot of mud in the field, and the mud gets on the shoes, making people's footsteps sink.
Xuanzang stopped and took a breath, he had been gone for almost a whole day, and indeed he could not move anymore.
Sighing, he said to Gu Nan in front. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
"Donor, let's take a break."
Gu Nan turned to look at him, saw his footsteps floating, and shook his head. I really don't know what the monk really thinks. In this picture, he dared to go out of the country alone and not afraid to go. return.
She accompanied Xuanzang to a stone, and the two sat on the stone and rested.
Xuanzang sat down, folded his hands in front of him, and closed his eyes.
Gu Nan knew that he was probably settled again, and boringly took out a fruit from his arms and took a bite.
The two of them have eaten these things these days, and to be honest it doesn't taste very good. As soon as the fruit is bitten, it is a piece of sour juice, and the flesh is very astringent. It tastes strange.
However, it is good to eat in this kind of field, and there is no way to be so picky, not to mention that this sour fruit is also good for quenching thirst. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
When Gu Nan was eating fruit, Xuan Zang opened his eyes and sat on the stone, looking into the field like endless weeds. The weeds were shaking, and the sky was connected to the distance.
He looked at Gu Nan silently and said, "Donor, you asked the little monk a few days ago. The little monk's practice is shallow and difficult to solve."
"Then don't have to understand." Gu Nan said casually, anyway, for her, these have become habits.
"But." Xuan Zang lowered her head, and said with both hands, "The little monk is willing to chant the scriptures every day, to relieve the sinner for the donor."
Then he asked: "I don't know the donor, how can we kill sin?"
Gu Nan bit the fruit and glanced at Xuanzang, just to see Xuanzang looking at her.
The monk's eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water, and he could see the bottom of the pool without any care. He really was devoted to the Buddha. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
"Ka-chan." Gu Nan bit a piece of pulp and chewed in his mouth, talking lightly.
"Can not remember."
Xuanzang was silent for a while, and nodded, "Then, keep it in mind."
After all, he was sitting on the stone and began to read the scriptures.
"Om Banzasa, Sama, Manumbara, Banzas, Saba Noba ..."
(From King Kong Sa Sa 100-character phonetic notation)
Xuan Zang, like his previous obsession, began to recite Scriptures for Gu Nan, and read at rest, on the road, before meals, even before going to bed.
Gu Nan didn't bother him any more, and he listened quietly every time he chanted.
"Rustic."
The sky was bright, and the faint sky passed through the leaves, falling piece by piece in this small forest. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
When Xuanzang woke up, it was already light rain.
He sat under a tree, and raindrops fell from the leaves on his shoulders and face, with some coolness. The cricket on my body is half wet.
Instead of getting up to find a place to shelter from the rain, he just sat in his place with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, he felt that the rain on his body had gone a lot and raised his head in doubt.
Gu Nan was sitting among the branches, holding a large leaf in his hand, covering the top of his head and covering the rain.
Xuanzang looked up, looked at the people in the tree, and smiled slightly.
"Stupid monk, don't you avoid the rain, just sit under the tree and smirk?" Gu Nan said while sitting on the tree.
Xuanzang didn't answer, just smiled.
In the woods, the rain was dense and the raindrops knocked down the leaves of the trees, making the leaves fall in the rain. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>
Xuanzang slowly lowered his head and said with a gentle smile.
"Donor, you have a relationship with Buddha. Why not give me a sign?"
"Oh?" Gu Nan shook his feet lightly, leaned against the tree and held up the leaves, and asked, "What's the name? If it sounds good, I can answer it."
"It's better." Xuanzang closed his hands together. "It's called Goku."
The meaning of Wukong and Buddhism is that everything is born of harmony and cause, which is illusory and unpredictable.
It also means that, being aware of the world, all understanding is empty, not attached to joy and anger, not attached to sorrow, not born to old age, not attached to illness and death, and get rid of.
The rain was like a layer of tulle gently covering the mountain forest, leaving this forest half covered and a little bit more empty and clear.
One or two birdsongs resounded, it was empty in the forest and empty in the mountains, but unfortunately Gu Nan couldn't understand it.
Gu Nan was sitting on a tree. The scenery she saw was always different from that of Xuanzang sitting under the tree.
The mountain forest she saw ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is a cluster of trees, covered by the green of the tree tops, which moves with the wind and stretches far and far, gradually blurred in the mist in the rain.
"The donor." Xu Nan's voice awakened Gu Nan, and he asked, "Does the donor still feel good?"
Gu Nan smiled: "It's very nice."
Xuanzang re-closed his eyes with a smile, and in the sound of the rain, he read the scripture again, which was used to wipe out Gu Nan's murderous words, and he said it word by word.
On the tree, Gu Nan listened word by word.
Maybe she can take it off, but she just can't let go, those past events that have passed away.
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