A foolish thought is Prajna, and a wise thought is Prajna _ 1000 words.

If there were no Tang Priest, no long journey to learn from the scriptures, no eighty-one difficulties, no old pig, white dragon and Friar Sand, what would the monkey who was released from Wuzhishan by magic do? Eat all over the world, travel all over four continents, and then enjoy endless loneliness.

Everyone has eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-term resentment, unsatisfied desire and exuberant five yin, but monkeys hardly have them. Because he is the only the Monkey King in heaven and earth.

His name is Qitian Sheng Da. He is not singing to the sky, but he is with the sky. He is equal, equal. He is like a piece of black iron, immortal and changeable. He doesn't have to pay attention to the jade emperor, the East China Sea Dragon King Taibai Venus Tota.

But even the Monkey King is lonely and confused. Because he is not just an immortal Machamp monkey, he already has mortal ideals and feelings. What is love, what is hate, what is separation, and what is permanence? He can explore but can't break it.

Therefore, when I am a unique the Monkey King on the earth and in the sky, sharp as iron, a great hero who can't sit at the window and meditate, my eyes are almost wet.

Five hundred years after Wuzhishan, the vicissitudes of life have nothing to do with him, and the change of Xia Dong is only a moment. The so-called immortality is simply a joke that can't see the margin. What's the use of cursing God? Do you think calling yourself the Monkey King can really go against the sky? Five hundred years ago, the three worlds laughed at you as a smelly monkey who despised your background. Five hundred years later, you still have it, with the French seal.

When Jiang Liuer went to save the little girl alone, the Monkey King could only cover up his entanglement with Lenghu.

Whether I can do it or not.

"If you meet me before, please bring him back."

He's back, although he's not the dazzling self he used to be.

He tried his best to fight against chaos, not because he was as black as iron, but for protection.

Therefore, when you see your great hero break away from the dharma and India, persevere again, and walk out of the light, you will find that he is no longer the young and frivolous fool who wants to prove himself, but the Great Sage who wants to protect the people around him.

Power is called power because what hangs at that end is love.

Love can be called love because of the childlike trust among all sentient beings, the care that they can do their best when they are weak, the tenderness of a flower and a world, and the fetters of life under a leaf and a bodhi. In Jiang Liuer's mind, with or without the Franco-Indian system, he is the Great Sage in Heaven.

If there were no Tang Priest, no long journey to learn from the scriptures, no 81 difficulties, no old pig Bailong and Friar Sand, he would still stick to and guard according to his own inner choice.

Foolish thoughts are prajnaparamita, while intellectual thoughts are prajnaparamita.

"Tathagata, I have been trapped by you for five hundred years. Isn't that enough? "

"Don't forget, I'm the Monkey King."

One day, you become strong and brave enough. Can also face and bear all the good, evil, beauty and ugliness in this world.

"I'll follow the master to chant Buddhist scripture when I go back. The Monkey King said that the Buddha can hear me, and I want the Buddha to restore your strength as soon as possible. " Jiang Liuer said.

"A hundred miles away, I have to walk all my life." In the moonlight, Jiang Liuer said, and fell asleep.

No, master, if there is an afterlife, it will be a hundred and eight thousand miles. I will accompany you.