No Zen on the way.

An old benefactor carried a bundle of firewood: "Monk be careful, there is a big insect ahead!"

Wuzen said strangely: "Big worm?

The first benefactor in front of him was carrying a hoe: "Monk be careful, there is a tiger in front of you!"

Wuzen suddenly smiled and said, "It's a tiger! Haha, Wuzen hasn't seen it yet!"

I met a small donor again, riding a cow: "Be careful, there is a forest there, and there is a big tiger in the forest!"

Wuzen laughed and said, "It's fun, it's fun, Wuzen wants to take a look!"

The donors were gone, and when they left, they looked at Wuzen with strange eyes, but they still shook their heads and sighed and left.

Why is that?

Wuzen shook his head and sighed, and walked straight forward.

The fallen leaves are shaky, green and yellow, the sky is the same color, and the blue sky is like washing.

Occasionally, a bird or two chirps overhead, adding a touch of color to the lonely autumn day.

Since the grass is indispensable, the song insects are accompanied by the sound of cicadas, which is to sigh the ruthlessness of the short time of life, singing sad and sad songs. The grass and trees are withered, the years change, no one can escape, no one can get out. When you know that the earth and dust will eventually turn away, there will be many joys in the world. Ask, what is the regret of death? Life should be a hero, death is also a ghost, there is a lot of happiness in the world. Time passes in a hurry, white clouds and white clouds pass slowly, every time you gain something, you often lose something. Mo Chou, Mo Chou, watching the sky and the earth see the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, it is me, it is me, there are many flowers and leaves in the world. It was beautiful, it was beautiful, it made me cry, it was good, it was good, it was good, it was good, it was good that the world was big and I was fortunate to be one of them, a little passerby.

It's not the sky

How long is the road ahead, and how far is the road ahead

But walking the way of the world is at ease

Qiankun is Langlang, and my heart is also open

......

Who's singing?

Wuzen stopped, and looked around in astonishment.

Sweep him all over the world with a stick and decide who is the country with two fists

The four seas are leveling, I am drunk alone, and no one knows Yan's sad song

Hahaha

......

Wuzen was shocked and suspicious, and his eyes widened for a while.

But seeing that there was no one in the vast expanse of the four fields, only the singing echoed faintly in my ears.

It sounds rough and harsh, as if Uncle Yan is singing again, but where is he?

――I'm Uncle Yan, not Brother Yan.

He said this to Wu Chan, he said that he could never be on an equal footing with that unknown junior, so he is now Uncle Yan of Wu Zen. Who is that nameless junior? Wuzen was stunned for a long time, shook his head, and walked forward helplessly. It's been several times, maybe I heard it wrong! Wuzen misses him very much. But after that night, he didn't say goodbye, why was that? Xu is something, so he left first, while he was sleeping without Zen.

The Zen monk thought.

No Zen alone on the road, sky light, earth light, daylight light, head light.

There is a monk walking between heaven and earth.

This area is wide, forested, sparse, mountains and bad waters, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store behind it, and you can't see a few people after walking for half a day.

Zen-free stomach is hungry again. Very hungry.

The tiger's stomach is also hungry. Hungrier.

In the silence of the mountain forest, there is a ferocious tiger.

This is a real, old tiger!

It belongs to this heaven and earth, King!

At this time, he was already dying, lying there, about to starve to death.

The fur is still bright, the figure is still great, and the big king character on the forehead is still so dazzling!

But the majesty is gone.

"Why is that?" said the tiger, sighing as he lay under the tree.

"Because you're stupid. A black cicada on the tree sighed weakly.

The tiger was furious: "I am the master of the mountains and forests, I am the king of all beasts, how dare you say that about me!" The cicada said: "This is not your world, go back, go home." The tiger puffed up his chest and looked into the distance for a long time: "I am an ideal tiger, I must taste the taste of man, I want to eat human flesh! I want to drink human blood!" After a long time, the cicada sighed: "People know that you are waiting in the forest, who is willing to come here to die?" The tiger shook his head and said seriously: "I believe that as long as I stick to it, someone will definitely come!" The cicada screamed twice and sighed heavily: "The cicada is dying, and its words are good, listen to my advice to go back quickly, otherwise you will die here!"

He's dead.

The tiger took a look at it and felt a relative.

Although this old cicada is noisy, but what it says is also reasonable, people in the world are very smart, presumably there will be no fool who will take the initiative to come and send him to death! It's not that there is no chance, it's that he didn't grasp it, and now it's spread ten or ten hundreds, and everyone is discouraged by talking about the tiger, and they really can't blindly stick to it here. The so-called ideal, but laughing and talking, or return to the mountains that once roared in all directions, and continue to be your own king of beasts.

The tiger sighed and retreated.

But! But wouldn't it be disgraceful to go like this! Wouldn't you go back and be laughed at by the birds and beasts! Who patted your chest and boasted about going to the sea? Who swore that you would succeed? And who had enough to eat, drink, show off your might, and insist on eating the legendary delicious human flesh! If you want to turn back, your heart is unwilling, so don't say how you will go back, so you will wait with hunger and hope all these days, and if you give up your hard work, it will not be in vain! Regret for life, hold for life!

The tiger doesn't want to have a lifelong regret.

Therefore, I turned my mind and lay in ambush under the tree, still holding on, or waiting hard.

Wistfully.

Finally, someone waited for him.

A living person, a silly person, a curious person.

Still a bald head.

Wuzen has heard of tigers, but Wuzen has never seen tigers, so Wuzen must come and see them!

Wu Chan followed the direction pointed out by everyone and walked straight -

Linzi, Tiger, Wuzen is here haha!

Tiger, Tiger, Where are you?

Where-where-where-where-where-

Wu Zen shouts and shouts, and Wu Zen looks left and right.

It was empty, only grass and leaves, and trees and soil, and there was not a single tiger in the forest.

Why is that?

Wuzen muttered to himself, touching his bald head, yes, I think the tiger was hungry and went home to eat. Muzen sighed, his face full of disappointment. Look around, the branches and trees are sparse, look at the sky, the sun is high, Wu Zen's stomach is hungry, Wu Zen is going to eat, Wu Zen is going to eat, where is Wu Zen going to eat? Wu Chan sighed again, and suddenly saw a small tree scattered with a lot of pine nuts. This can be eaten, Wuzen began to eat, grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, grabbed two and threw it into his mouth, and squeaked and chewed along with the shell, and was busy grabbing and eating for a while.

Not far away, behind the trees, the tiger is ready to go!

The tiger felt a thump in his chest, and his heart seemed to explode with joy, but he did not dare to be negligent, motionless, holding his breath and concentrating, just waiting for a blow to be hit! This is not only a living person, but also a fool, and sure enough, the sky does not live up to me, and luck is coming! Fool, fool, is this the way to eat pine nuts? Even squirrels will not eat like this, ha! I am not afraid of breaking my teeth! Not bad, look at his strong and solid tendon meat, every movement makes the king's saliva flow and flow, hahahaha, woo ah-

This is the legendary human flesh! Wait, wait, wait, don't be careless, don't make a movement to scare him away, such a God-given opportunity is afraid that there will be no next time! It is said that now the world has changed, and boiled ducks can fly, and women are not called women, but tigress! Why is this? Look at how beautiful the body of this king is, how bright his fur is, not even the tigress, strange! How is this a hairless child?

The tiger has never seen a man without hair on his head, just as Wuzen has never seen a tiger playing hide and seek under a tree.

It's better to have no hair, save effort!

The tiger said a word, but saw the bald head squatting on the ground with his back to his own house squeaking and chewing pine nuts, and his shoulders shrugged, revealing the back of his head that he didn't know whether to live or die! The tiger roared, the tiger's eyes widened, the tiger was angry, and the evil wind started, and he flew straight over with his teeth and claws!

This king is here!