"The fire trees and silver flowers are closed, and the iron locks of the star bridge are opened. "The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon comes to the crowd. The roars are all full of plums, and the singing is all the plum blossoms. Jinwu can't help but the night, and the jade leaks do not urge each other." Looking up at the moon above his head, which is as bright as a silver plate, Zhu Bajie's voice was full of complex emotions. Missing is an indelible thought.

"Second Brother, what poem are you reciting?" Sha Wujing asked casually while cleaning the dilapidated temple that he would stay tonight. Lao Sha had long been used to this second brother who was often enthusiastic about poetry. From the beginning, whenever the second brother recited poetry, Sha Wujing would excitedly ask what the poem meant. Now he just asked casually. Before he knew it, Sha Wujing also changed a little.

Zhu Bajie sighed slightly and closed the window that had broken countless big holes, but the bright moonlight still penetrated without any barrier, shining on Zhu Bajie's big ears and long nose. Looking down at the shadow on the ground, Zhu Bajie said: "Today is the Lantern Festival. Whenever this time, Chang'e would give me a plate of osmanthus-scented dumplings. The taste I will never forget forever. It's a pity that I haven't tasted it for many years."

"Brother, you are back. For so long, where have you been?" Zhu Bajie was quite sad, but Sha Wujing was not grateful. Sha Wujing never understood the love and love in Zhu Bajie's heart, and he didn't want to understand it. In the past, Sha Wujing had only one person and one thing in his heart, that is, the Jade Emperor and the roll up the curtain. Now, there are only three people and one horse in his heart. His heart is only so big, and he can't hold on to those loves and loves.

He sighed again. Zhu Bajie had long been accustomed to Lao Sha's incomprehensible charm. Looking up at the gate of the dilapidated temple, Zhu Bajie was suddenly a little surprised because he clearly saw that in the elder brother's arms, he was actually holding a lot of candles and papers of different colors.

"Master, Bajie, Lao Sha, come here quickly." Sun Wukong said, putting a lot of fragments in his arms on the incense table in the middle of the broken temple. At this time, Zhu Bajie had a lot of fine bamboos appeared again. Seeing those bamboos, Zhu Bajie already understood. "Brother Monkey, this is really the first time. Where did you get these things?"

"Hehe, I can't tell you this. Come here quickly, let's set some lanterns too. By the way, Master, you don't have to participate. When we finish tying, you will guess." That's right, the things Sun Wukong brought are for lying lanterns. How can there be no lanterns on the Lantern Festival?"

"Wukong, monkeys in Huaguo Mountain, are you okay?" Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue of Tathagata that had already fallen off, turned to look at Sun Wukong and asked. Sun Wukong scratched his head awkwardly, and stammered: "It's okay, it's okay, I just miss me very much." "Wukong, my master said that if you want to go back, just say to me, don't hide it like this, Master understands your mood."

That's right, Sun Wukong actually often returns to Huaguo Mountain. Although their master and his disciples are moving towards the West every day, this distance is completely negligible for Sun Wukong. He can fly to Huaguo Mountain by just following him. "Master, I know you are for my own good. I'm going back secretly, not to hide it from you. I'm hiding it from someone else." After Sun Wukong said that, Tang Sanzang turned his head slightly, glanced at the devastated Buddha statue, and shook his head.

Tang Sanzang knew what Sun Wukong meant. When he followed Tang Sanzang to obtain scriptures in the West, in order to suppress Sun Wukong's demonic nature, Sun Wukong was deceived by Guanyin and put on a golden hoop, which means that Sun Wukong completely lost his freedom. Not only Sun Wukong, but also the five masters and disciples, are they all like this?

Tang Sanzang also had many restrictions. For example, every ten days, Tang Sanzang and others had to spend the night in any temple. This was the restriction given to Tang Sanzang by Tathagata, and it was only one of many restrictions, in order to ensure that Tang Sanzang and others had to move forward all the way and not deviate from the established route.

Feeling the loneliness in Sun Wukong's tone, Zhu Bajie smiled and said, "Today is the Lantern Festival. Don't think about those annoying things. Have you made fun of suffering? Haven't we already agreed? Let's just guess riddles, it's boring to guess the three of us. Let's make a lantern for our master. Anyone who guesses the master will be responsible for begging and luggage for the next half month. How about it?"

Zhu Bajie's proposal was approved by everyone, and there was only the white dragon horse on the side who sniffed a few times to protest. One of the restrictions Tathagata had on him was that he could not turn into a human form or speak. Therefore, on the way to the west, except for the extremely special times, the white dragon horse did not turn into a human form.

"Bailong, there is nothing you can do about this. If you can use your horse's hooves to tread out the lantern, then you will be the only one." The white dragon horse gave Zhu Bajie a fierce look, turned his head and went to sleep.

Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing smiled, took a few pieces of paper and bamboo, and hid aside to set up lanterns. Zhu Bajie looked at the little white dragon and laughed so happily. Who made this stingy white dragon ride only? Zhu Bajie was full of confidence in this kind of craftsmanship, and Zhu Bajie was also able to capture the riddles. Don’t forget that he was Marshal Tianpeng at the time, and both civil and military were necessary.

Holding the remaining materials, Zhu Bajie twisted and turned to the back of the Buddha statue. Tang Sanzang looked at the three disciples and chuckled softly, but when he looked up at the moonlight falling from the broken roof, shining on the broken Buddha statue, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"In order not to let you say that you are a master to peek, you are a master to go out and wait for you." After that, Tang Sanzang stood up and shook the dust on his robes. Tang Sanzang slowly walked outside the door.

Looking at the night sky as bright as daylight under the silver moon, Tang Sanzang looked for a direction, looked up and stood speechless.

I think it was a red dress to send me a faraway place, and there were girls in the West Liang Dynasty but no one to rely on each other.

Will you be happy during the Chinese New Year holiday? I will part with you in the future.
Chapter completed!