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

Someone once said that Sun Wukong was already dead when he entered the gossip furnace, and it was only his unyielding resentment that jumped out of the gossip furnace!

Someone once said that the four people on the Westward Journey fought for their beliefs, for freedom and the beauty of their hearts, and they were also fighting for their dissatisfaction with the power of the world, and they didn't want to live as puppets!

So, they fought to the death!

Someone once said that Monkey King and others obtained the scriptures and became Buddhas!

But it is also said that although they have become Buddhas, they are no longer what they used to be!

When Monkey King jumped out of Wuzhi Mountain, he became a puppet. The moment he became a fighter against Buddha, the Monkey King who once fought against heaven and earth and dared to shout the Jade Emperor takes turns, come to my house next year has already died!

Fighting against Buddha is in name only!

Jin Chanzi will never again be the Jin Chanzi who dared to question Buddha.

Monk Sha is no longer the general of the shutter, but just a dispensable golden arhat.

Zhu Bajie is no longer the canopy marshal in charge of Tianhe's 100,000 sailors, but a lazy pig!

As for the little white dragon who walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, he finally became the eight-part Tianlong Guangli Bodhisattva. The name sounds nice, but it is an ornament hovering on the pillars of Lingshan!

If the sky oppresses me, split the day! If the earth holds me, crush the earth. We are born to be free, who dares to be superior!

This world, I have been here, I have fought, and I have loved deeply. I don't care about the ending!

Every word and every word, engraved in everyone's mind, when they were almost crazy, tears flowed down unknowingly!

This night, I don't know how many people walked out of the room and roared at the sky, as if they were telling the injustice of the sky, the so-called benevolence towards the power of heaven and earth!

Hey! When people are born, how can they be free? We are just pawns, not even pawns, it's sad!

Cheng Yaojin sighed, and put down the book with complicated eyes.

Who wrote this Jade Immortal? I'm so mad! You actually wrote Baguio to death? Can you write a story!

Next to her, the plump, graceful and luxurious Mrs. Cheng was holding a scroll of Zhu Xian, cursing angrily.

Cheng Yaojin looked at his wife in bewilderment.

This world, I have been here, I have fought, and I have loved deeply. I don't care about the ending!

In the imperial palace, in the imperial study room, Li Shimin put down the books in his hand, his eyes dim.

Silence, stillness, depression.

The entire imperial study room was extremely quiet, but the lights were brightly lit, but they couldn't illuminate the darkness beyond.

Behind him, a man in official attire was trembling and bowed his head in silence, as if he hadn't heard the emperor's murmur.

Xiao Dezi, tell me, as the emperor of the world, the Ninth Five-Year Honor, am I so humiliated?

After a while, Li Shimin asked suddenly.

Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, naturally.

Hearing the words, the old eunuch behind him seemed to wake up from a dream, trembling, but as he spoke, under Li Shimin's plain gaze, he couldn't continue.

humiliation?

How can you not be humiliated?

The Emperor Ninth Five-Year King, but was suppressed by a group of gods, he didn't dare to resist, but dare to resist?

dare not!

Because I can't resist!

Hey, it turns out that even you, an old bastard, think that I'm just a puppet emperor with no soul. I think that Monkey King dares to resist and fight against the sky, but I...

Li Shimin sighed, but he didn't blame him, he could only blame himself for his incompetence and lack of strength, this was the original sin!

In the depths of the palace, the queen's bedroom, on the bed, behind the light gauze, Miaoman's figure is plump and attractive. Empress Wende leaned gently on the side of the bed, holding a roll of books in her hand, but at this time, she was completely different. The gentle image of the past.

In the beautiful eyes, a cold light flickered, and the embroidered eyebrows were wrinkled, which made people feel pity.

This night, the dead and silent city of Chang'an boiled like a virus, spreading out at an extremely fast speed!

Note: In the Tang Dynasty, plumpness was the beauty, not obesity!