He remembered that the night before leaving, the green willows were swaying in the wind and the crooked creek was sparkling.
Taibai Jinxing immersed himself in carefully sorting the whisk in his hand, as if treating a rare treasure. Suddenly he raised his head and asked him: Sanzang, do you really want to go? If you regret it, it's still too late.
He smiled and replied: The poor monk has never regretted it.
He knows that his destiny is to live for the common people and die for the world. He does not blame or hate anyone.
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