The scorching sun goes westward.
wilderness.
The carriage rumbled past. In front of the carriage, a scholar dressed in Confucian robes waved his horsewhip and drove the carriage competently. He devoted himself to being the coachman and taking the two old people to visit the mountains and rivers.
After leaving the capital for many days, Wen Xiuru's Confucian robes were still as neat as new. Even if he was not ambitious, he still had the pride of being a disciple of the Confucian sect.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wen Xiuru looked back at the carriage behind him and asked, "Master Confucian, Master, it's getting dark. Let's rest for the night and wait until dawn before leaving."
"good."
In the carriage, Confucius responded, and with the help of Fa Ru, he carefully got out of the carriage.
The boundless wilderness has no end in sight. Under the setting sun, the breeze blows gently, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines, decorating the wilderness so beautifully.
Wen Xiuru looked around, then quickly left to find dry wood to make a fire.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but not long after Wen Xiuru left, thirteen figures appeared in the distance. The leader was wearing a white monk's robe. Between his eyebrows, a blood-red Buddha seal exuded a looming Buddha's light. His face was like a child's. Even after going through all kinds of disasters, nothing has changed.
"That is?"
When Fa Ru saw the thirteen figures walking in front, he looked surprised and said, "The Confucian leader is Tripitaka, the disciple of Buddhism."
Confucius heard Fa Ru's reminder and looked over.
"Buddha, there seems to be someone in front of you."
At this time, under the setting sun, Wei Tuo, who was closest to Sanzang in the team of thirteen people, spoke up and reminded him.
"Amitabha, I saw it."
Sanzang responded and said, "Go over and say hello."
The thirteen people then walked towards the two old men in front.
Soon, thirteen people headed by Sanzang walked up to the two old men.
"Amitabha."
Sanzang glanced at Faru in front of him, whom he had met more than once, and soon moved his eyes to the old man next to Faru.
Although it was the first time they met, Sanzang still recognized or guessed the identity of the old man at a glance.
"The young monk Sanzang has met the Confucian leader."
Sanzang clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully as a disciple. In front of the old man in front of him, everyone in the world could only regard themselves as disciples, because the old man was the true master of the world.
Behind, the twelve believers were startled when they heard the name Buddha, and hurriedly followed them to salute.
Sage, head of Confucianism!
"In Buddhism, every generation has a sea of dharma, and a thousand years has a triple storehouse. That's good."
Confucius looked at the Buddha in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on his old face, and said, "I heard that little guy Li Ziye mention you several times. I am already familiar with the story of you and Qingqing."
"It made the Confucian leader laugh."
Sanzang responded with some embarrassment.
"The love between all living beings is love, and the love between men and women is also love, and there is no shame in it."
Confucius smiled and said, "At the beginning, you had kind thoughts and saved the demon goddess. It was an opportunity for the two tribes. For thousands of years, the two tribes have been at odds with each other and hated each other. Perhaps your kind thoughts can help Resolve this thousand years of resentment.”
The demon goddess is immortal. Even if Sanzang did not save her, the emperor of the demon clan could resurrect her. However, if this is the result, the hatred between the two races will undoubtedly deepen. There will be no subsequent series of events.
The most direct result is that in the God-Slaying War, the demon goddess will never help the Li family boy. The outcome of the God-Slaying War will be unpredictable.
"Amitabha."
After hearing the words of the Confucian leader, Sanzang fell silent. After a moment, he said softly, "The young monk is willing to do his best to resolve the hatred between the two races. However, the monster race needs a place to live, and the human race also needs enough territory to reproduce. This contradiction , difficult to reconcile.”
"There will always be a way."
Confucius said calmly, "As long as hatred is eliminated, war can be replaced by peace talks and the conflicts between the two races can be resolved."
"Ami, but Brother Li said that no one will be willing to sit at the negotiating table for peace talks without experiencing the pain of war."
Sanzang responded, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked, "Confucian leader, even the human race itself has been at war for thousands of years. Is it really possible for the human race and the monster race to have peace talks?"
"You didn't understand what that kid meant."
Kong Qiu explained calmly, "War is only a means, not an end. Although the human race has been experiencing war, the coexistence between the various races of the human race is also a fact. There is no need to achieve absolute peace between the monster race and the human race. There can be no absolute peace, as long as the various races of the human race can coexist for a long time, that will be enough."
Just as the two were talking, Wen Xiuru came not far away with a pile of dry firewood. After seeing Sanzang in front of him, he looked slightly surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously, as if he was a transparent person. I found an open space to light a fire and went about my own business.
Seeing this, Fa Ru walked over and reminded him, "Xiu Ru, you and Sanzang are about the same age and have similar cultivation levels. You should communicate more and learn from each other more."
Hearing Fa Ru's reminder, Wen Xiuru raised his head and responded, "Master Zhang, this disciple is no match for the Buddha. I'd better be angry first."
"..."
When Fa Ru heard this, he almost died of anger on the spot. He endured it again and again, and said patiently, "I'm not asking you to beat me to death. I'm just simply exchanging my martial arts experience to improve my own martial arts. What can be achieved behind closed doors?" What a promising opportunity, if you don’t cherish such a good opportunity, it would be a waste.”
Wen Xiuru listened to what Fa Ru said, nodded obediently, and said, "Okay, after I finish lighting the fire, I'll go talk to the Buddhist disciple."
Fa Ru saw the unsatisfactory disciple in front of him still motionless and obsessed with lighting the fire. He no longer knew what to say, so he shook his head helplessly and said no more.
When is it not possible to light a fire? Doesn’t this child have any desire to win?
Not far away, Confucius looked at the Buddha in front of him and the twelve believers behind him, and asked, "Sanzang, how does it feel to take on the faith?"
"It's heavy."
Sanzang answered truthfully, "It's like a heavy burden that you dare not let go of lightly."
"It feels heavy, which is not a bad thing."
Confucius said calmly, "Only when you know its importance can you take it seriously. Remember, faith should be a mirror for the pursuit of truth, not a shackles that enslave believers."
"The young monk has remembered the teachings of the Confucian leader." Sanzang bowed respectfully and responded.
"Okay, you young people, let's talk. Let me rest for a while." Confucius waved his hand and said.
Upon hearing this, Sanzang bowed again and immediately walked towards Wen Xiuru who was not far away.
Soon, before the bonfire, the two people looked at each other. It was the first time they met after the battle in Luoshui River. There was no joy in meeting old friends, only a helpless smile as the unbearable memories came back to haunt their hearts.
The two of them didn't have many interactions. Apart from meeting each other several times in Mobei, they had the bitter memories of being picked up and beaten by the goddess of Tantai on the bank of Luoshui River.
To put it into detail, they can be regarded as friends who share the joys and sorrows, but there is no sweetness, only bitterness.
