I have a role in the heavens

Sun Wukong slowly raised his feet, rubbed the blood-stained shoes on the ground beside him, and wiped away the blood on the soles with the soil. The corpse of the King of Inspiration beside him was left very bloody in place.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were both generals of the Heavenly Court, and were used to seeing corpses, so they were not impressed by this bloody scene. However, Tang Xuanzang was a pedantic monk who could not bear to see it, and questioned Sun Wukong with some dissatisfaction.

"Great Sage, why are you so cruel and bloody? Why don't you want to spare his life?"

Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Xuanzang from the corner of his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He knew that since he injured the three Bodhisattvas of Avalokitesvara last time, this Buddhist disciple had become dissatisfied with him, but he and the other party were not on the same journey after all. , so I didn’t bother to pay attention.

After all, Zhu Bajie was Tang Xuanzang’s master-disciple, so he quickly moderated.

"Master, this King of Inspiration has sinned so much that he has devoured countless boys and girls over the past hundreds of years. Why do you have to speak for him when he is such an evil monster?!"

Tang Xuanzang's expression froze, he clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and still complained a little.

"As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately! Since this monster belongs to the Bodhisattva family, he might as well correct his evil ways and become a righteous person in the future!"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhu Bajie, who had the intention of relenting, was confused, and anger secretly rose in his heart: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?

Zhu Bajie stared blankly at the monk in front of him, and suddenly felt that his personality had changed, and he was no longer as lovable as before. Although Tang Xuanzang was also pedantic and upright in the past, he was indeed clear about right and wrong. Now it is just because the inspiration king is Guanyin Bodhisattva. As a result, he was dissatisfied with Sun Wukong's surrender of demons, which is simply ridiculous.

There was a mocking smile on Zhu Bajie's lips, and there was a hint of unfamiliarity and distance in his eyes. He moved two steps back, not bothering to persuade the monk.

Sun Wukong smelled Tang Xuanzang's fallacies, his eyes shot out two golden lights, and he looked at Tang Xuanzang with a stern gaze, startling him. There was a coldness in his eyes, and the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth gradually turned into a curve, and he was smiling but not smiling. A little twisted, he said sarcastically.

"What a man to put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Sun Wukong pinched the seal in his hand and used a body-fixing method to freeze Tang Xuanzang in place. With a wave of fairy light, he rolled up the body of the King of Inspiration on the ground. He motioned with his eyes to Zhu Bajie to take Tang Xuanzang and said.

"Since the Holy Monk is so merciful and thinks that I am too cruel, why don't we go to the Temple of the King of Inspiration right now and put the monster's body in front of the local villagers to see if they can be so merciful to the Holy Monk and be able to Forgive this bodhisattva monster?"

Only his eyes could move in Tang Xuanzang's body. He kept turning and glanced at Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, hoping that they could undo the immobilization technique on him. However, they were unmoved. Zhu Bajie picked up Tang Xuanzang. Following Sun Wukong, he walked towards the temple.

At this time, the villagers were preparing three animals, kneeling down and praying, hoping that this year after the Inspiration King feasted on the boys and girls, he would no longer cause floods and allow them to survive.

"boom!"

"I am the Monkey King, the Monkey King. Now I have killed the King of Inspiration who caused harm to the party. I have sent the body here specifically to protect you!"

The monster's corpse fell to the ground, startling a group of villagers and retreating one after another.

Sun Wukong and others used an invisibility method and never appeared in front of everyone. They only transmitted the message and watched the villagers' reactions.

The villagers looked at the corpse of the monster in front of them, and suddenly became a little commotion, and when they heard Monkey King's voice transmission, they were overjoyed, and the expressions on their faces also changed dramatically. They were happy at first and then sad, and gradually began to gnash their teeth, turning into madness and rushing towards them crazily. He picked up the corpse of the Inspiration King and tore at the corpse crazily, trampled on it, and bit it. The bloody scene was like a hell on earth, and every villager was like a ghost from the underworld, crazy and cruel.

"Give my son his life back!"

"My poor child!"

"I'm going to eat this monster and avenge my child!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Crazy shouting, crying, and wailing, the villagers frantically vented their hatred for the Inspiration King. The scene in front of them was like a hell on earth, and it was simply terrifying.

Within a quarter of an hour, the Inspiration King on the ground had turned into a pool of blood and mud. The villagers were covered in blood, and some even had traces of monster flesh and blood left in the corners of their mouths. People couldn't help but suspect that the local villagers were cannibals. ghost.

Most of the villagers who had finished venting were weak all over. No longer weak, they collapsed on the ground. However, they still supported their weak bodies, knelt down on the ground, and thanked them devoutly.

"Thank you, the Great Sage Qitian, for your mercy and getting rid of this monster for us!"

The sound of thanks was endless, and all the villagers had tears in their eyes, looked sad, and kept kowtowing. Even if their foreheads were livid and stained with blood, they still never stopped kowtowing.

Sun Wukong and others quietly left the place. Tang Xuanzang's eyes were full of horror and shock, but his face still had a hint of stubbornness. After Sun Wukong unlocked his immobilization method, he still said unconvinced.

"When will retribution be repaid? Those villagers are like evil ghosts in the world, their hearts are full of hatred, and they are sinking into the sea of ​​suffering. What's the point? I must obtain the true scriptures and save the world, so that they will no longer be resentful, let go of hatred, and enjoy Blissful and at ease!”

Suddenly, Sun Wukong and the three of them were stunned. Looking at Tang Xuanzang who was so paranoid, they had never felt so strange as now. After all, they were on the same path but in different ways, and it was difficult to agree with each other's views.

Zhu Bajie was still determined to protect Tang Xuanzang's journey to the west. Now seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh, but there was still a last trace of persistence in his expression. He would always send him safely to the West. From now on, he would treat him as if he had never had this master. Bar.

Sun Wukong no longer wanted to persuade Tang Xuanzang. Why argue with such a person who was obsessed with faith? It was better to hurry up and reach Lingshan as soon as possible and part ways.

The group of people headed forward again, but for some reason everyone in the team suddenly felt alienated, and the atmosphere was no longer as harmonious as before.

Beside the Tongtian River, the Temple of King Inspiration has been smashed by the villagers, but a new temple has been erected next to it. It is the Temple of Monkey King. However, because the villagers have never seen Sun Wukong, the statue in the temple is not It has no appearance, and the whole face is blank. For fear of randomly carving the appearance and offending the true God, the villagers have since believed in the Great Sage and have to worship devoutly every festival. They are very pious.

A group of people came to the Tongtian River. An old turtle floated on the water in the Tongtian River and carried the group of people across the river. Halfway through, the old turtle suddenly said.

"Holy Monk, I have been practicing for so many years, but it is still difficult for me to attain enlightenment. I hope you can go to Lingshan Mountain and ask the Buddha for me, when will I be able to attain enlightenment?"