大圣残躯
The Great Sage's Broken Shell
三阳交泰产群生，仙石胞含日月精。
借卵化猴完大道，假他名姓配丹成。
内观不识因无相，外合明知作有形。
历代人人皆属此，称王称圣任纵横。
Three Yangs converge, life springs forth anew,
The celestial stone holds sun and moon's hue.
From an egg, a monkey's path is laid,
A future arises with his form made.
Within, no form to recognize,
Without, a shape before everyone's eyes.
Talented ones emerged through ages,
How few achieved the Dao among kings and sages!
杯盘狼藉，酒过三巡。对坐的两人，都已大醉。
“八戒，这斗战胜佛我不做了。谁爱当，就给谁当去。”猴子血气上涌不知是真醉还是假醉。
八戒直肠道:“哥呵，我们如今得了正果，无拘无束，大口喝酒，这般美事，应当高兴才对。”
悟空冷笑了几声，道:“是是是，用个佛位换个箍儿，想来还是赚的。”
“正是正是，头上的箍没了，再也不用怕师父念你，还不得多喝两杯?”八戒迷迷糊糊，却还不忘劝酒。
“八戒，你吃酒高兴，别人要吃你的时候，可还能这般高兴?”
“谁要吃我?我老猪的钉钯，头一个不答应。”八戒一拍桌子。
“难!难!难!”悟空挥挥手，一脸嫌弃:“他们若要吃你，骨头渣都不剩。”
“他们?他们又是哪路神仙?”
“我问你，我们当年一路西行，遇到多少妖?又杀了多少怪?”
“那可太多了!数都数不过来。你每次懒得动手，就支使我去清理这洞那洞的。”
“不算小妖，那些有道行的，我们杀了几个?”
“不记得……统统杀了吧。”
“不算木仙庵的树妖和那七只蜘蛛，我们杀的，不到打过的一半。”
“七……七只蜘蛛?哦，记得记得。”
“那一半，我们没动，你可知为何?”
“为何?”
“杀不得。”
“哼，那是以前，我们现在不也是上天了吗?想杀，现在便去杀!”
悟空叹了口气，道:“八戒，不若我们辞了果位，告老还乡罢。我回花果山，你回高老庄。”
八戒一愣，没想明白为何大师兄突然换了话头，
“要回你自己回，我可不回!回了高老庄还得自己种地收菜，现在啥都不用做，就有吃不完的供品。要多少花样，有多少花样。”
“这供品，本该给那种地收菜的人吃。我们吃了，他们就少吃一点。”
“你傻了吗?咱们上来不就为了这一天吗?难道要和以前一样，跟着师父去到处化缘?”
“算了算了，喝酒喝酒。”
……
八戒不记得，最后这场酒，大师兄是什么时候走的。
只记得他昏睡过去前，师兄说的最后一句话是
“长生不老，长不了。”
The table was a mess, and after three rounds of drinks, the two sitting across from each other were completely hammered.
"Bajie, my brother, I'm done being the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Whoever wants the darn title can have it," Wukong said, his face red and blood boiling. It was unclear whether he was truly drunk or just pretending.
Bajie, straightforward as always, replied, "Brother, enlightenment we've attained. Being free, we can drink to our hearts' content. Shouldn't we be happy?"
Wukong sneered, "Yes, attaining Buddhahood for the removal of my headband was indeed a good deal."
"Exactly. With the headband gone, you don't have to fear Master chanting anymore. Doesn't call for two more toast?" Bajie said, still trying to persuade Wukong to drink more, despite his own muddled state.
"Bajie, you enjoy drinking, but if someone wanted to have you served as their side dish for drinking, would you still be this happy?"
"Who wants to eat me? My nine-toothed rake won't allow it," Bajie said, slamming the table.
"Well, that would be much more difficult than you think," Wukong waved his hand dismissively, his face distainful. "If they wanted to eat you, there wouldn't even be bones left."
"They? Who are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you, on our journey, how many yaoguais did we encounter? And how many did we kill?"
"Too many! Lost count. Remember? Whenever you get bored or lazy, you'd send me to clear out those caves and lairs."
"Not counting the lesser ones, how many of the powerful ones did we kill?"
"I don't remember...probably killed them all."
"Setting aside the tree guais from the Wood Immortal Hut and those seven spiders, we killed less than half of the ones we fought."
"Seven...seven spiders? Oh, I remember now."
"The other half, we didn't kill. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because we mustn't kill them."
"Hmph, that was before. Now we're celestial beings ourselves. If it pleases us, we can go kill them now!"
Wukong sighed, "Bajie, why don't we resign from our positions and retire? I'll go back to my mountain, and you can return to your village."
Bajie was stunned, not understanding why Wukong suddenly changed the topic.
"I’m not going back. If you want to leave, go ahead. Now, I don't have to lift a finger, and there’s an endless supply of tributes and all kinds of delicacies. If I go back, I'll have to work the fields. I can't bear the toil!"
"These tributes should go to those who need them more. If we eat them, those people will have less to eat."
"What happened to you? Weren't all our struggle just for this? Don't tell me you wish to go begging for alms with our master like before!"
"Forget it, forget it. Let's drink." ...
Bajie couldn't remember when Wukong left the table.
Before he blacked out from drinking, the last thing he remembered his brother said was—
"Immortality? It's not for me."
