Journey to the West: I Am Entertaining in the Great Tang

The prince returned to the palace and asked his father to find the end of death.

However, everyone in the palace regarded Siddhartha as the brightest star in the sky, and naturally would not let him take insurance. Therefore, the emperor did not agree and even asked the guards to focus on the prince.

Over time, Siddhartha, who had never noticed these before, found many elderly people in some remote corners of the palace. They were withered and thin, as if they were about to die at any time.

Siddhartha looked at the people in the distance, lost in thought.

"I want to find the end of death and old age!"

After a while, Siddhartha's eyes were firm and he murmured.

This day is the day when Siddhartha got married. The entire imperial city celebrated and laughed at it, but in some inconspicuous corners, some people were still dying and some were getting old.

It was also on this night that the fog was misty, as if the entire imperial city was covered with a mysterious gauze.

The most strange thing is that in this mist, the entire imperial city has been unconscious.

"My love, I am going to find the end of death, if I continue to stay here, one day I will die with them!"

Siddhartha stood by the bed, took a deep look at his wife, and turned away.

Riding a white horse, Siddhartha didn't know how far he had traveled, but he was completely far away from the imperial city. On this day, he discovered an interesting thing.

He saw a lot of people in ragged clothes, thin and scary, with sloppy hair, but they were sitting on the ground, their eyes full of wisdom.

"What are you doing?"

Siddhartha looked at them curiously, faintly moved in his heart, he had never seen such a person in the imperial city.

"We are feeling it!"

The people sitting on the ground, seeing Siddhartha's luxurious dress, said lightly.

"Sentiment? What do you think?"

When Siddhartha heard the words, he was stunned and asked again. He thought he had found the end of death, or he could understand death.

"We don't know either, but someone tells us that we should do this!"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Then I will accompany you to realize it together!"

Siddhartha looked at the clothes on each other's body, and then at his own clothes. Perhaps he felt that his clothes were not so gregarious, so he and these people changed their clothes into those tattered shirts.

With the passage of time, Siddhartha has been with these people for several years. His hair is getting longer and his figure is withered, but his eyes are brighter. The most important thing is that he has become this group of people. Leader.

On this day, a group of sheep herders came here, looked at them, pointed and laughed.

Siddhartha walked into the drinking water, drank the water, washing the dirt on his body, but at this moment, the sheep herder handed him a big loaf.

Siddhartha was stunned, looking at the shiny flatbread, hesitated, because the group of them can't eat anything!

At this moment, Siddhartha looked at the enlightened people in the distance, and then at himself and the people who herd the sheep, there seemed to be some enlightenment in his eyes.

No longer hesitating, ate the flatbread.

"Siddhartha, you have betrayed us, and you have eaten their charity!"

The group of people who were enlightened, saw Siddhartha eating the food, they were immediately angry, as if they had been greatly insulted, and turned and left.