When the golden cudgel becomes a gong [Journey to the West]

Beyond the dream.

That pale golden phantom floated out from the golden cudgel, he stood in mid-air, his eyes staring straight at Monkey King lying on the ground.

Sun Wukong's eyes moved, but he didn't open them.The golden-yellow fur on the head also hangs down in the grass rows under the head, which seems to have a little childishness.

Xu Ying curled his mouth, he slowly squatted down, and landed beside Monkey King.The smile on his face also slowly disappeared, and finally he reached out and lightly touched the hair on Sun Wukong's forehead.

He pursed his lips, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Tang Sanzang who was chanting sutras again.

Tang Sanzang moved his nose, he frowned and slowly opened his eyes.After hesitating for a moment, Tang Sanzang raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, finally put his palms together, and bowed westward.

Amitabha Buddha, the one with the bright sun and the blue sky, and the great disciple who has reached the heavens and entered the earth with supernatural powers, how can he still be haunted by ghosts?

The pale golden phantom over there shook his head and smiled helplessly, then he withdrew his eyes and turned his eyes back to Monkey King's face.And his body gradually became nothingness until it disappeared.

A sound came out of the billowing dark clouds, Monkey King frowned tightly, he was holding the golden cudgel tightly, and was about to swing it up and wait for what the dark clouds and the sound were going to do.

Why do they frequently appear in their dreams, and they know themselves well.Know your own experience, know everything about yourself, as if they are always by your side, paying close attention to yourself all the time.

Sun Wukong was in a complicated mood, with doubts and anger filling his heart.

No matter what the purpose is, they have already affected themselves by doing this kind of thing, even if they are not malicious, they cannot let it go.

And... Sun Wukong raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at that place with a half-smile on his face, and they were already bullying into dreams now.He had no reason to live in harmony with them.

Suddenly the dark cloud in the sky spun rapidly, and in the layer after layer of dark clouds, it slowly spun into a huge vortex, and in that vortex was a familiar black shadow.They kept shuttling through the dark clouds, making harsh noises.

Sun Wukong's eyes were full of coldness, it was this feeling again.

They called themselves again.

Walker, you are back.

Sun Wukong's head began to hurt again. He supported his head with one hand, but the pain became more and more obvious, and finally he couldn't help crying out.

He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and forcibly carried the severe pain.

Where Sun Wukong couldn't see, the faint golden streamer of the golden cudgel in his hand lingered around the golden cudgel, and finally the pale golden phantom figure gradually became clear.

The young man in a black brocade robe, with one hand behind his back, pursed his lips and frowned.

The young man was a few steps away from Monkey King. He looked at Monkey King who was kneeling on the ground on one knee. He was stubbornly leaning on the golden cudgel in his hand to keep himself from falling down.

After watching for a few breaths, the young man turned his head to look at the huge vortex, and then he turned back and slowly walked towards Monkey King, as if he was outside a dream.He gently put his hand on the top of Monkey King's head, and a dazzling light was emitted from the lit place, and then the light gradually swept across Monkey King's whole body.

Sun Wukong's breathing gradually eased back, he took a long breath, I don't know if it was an illusion, just now it seemed that the pain in his head had gradually weakened, so weak that he could bear it.

He slowly opened his eyes, the light in front of him was not bright, but he could still see the things in front of him clearly.Sun Wukong looked at the place in front of him silently, he planned to take a break first, the strength of the golden cudgel in his hand did not relax, it was still inserted into the ground, firmly in front of his own support.

After a dozen or so breaths, Monkey King raised his eyes, but just as soon as he raised his head, the originally dark sky full of dark clouds quickly disappeared, turning into a transparent and clear sky.

His vision became brighter, Sun Wukong frowned slightly, and only after he could fully adapt to the light in front of him did he slowly release the strength from the golden cudgel in his hand.

With a sudden heartbeat, Sun Wukong was also stunned, his golden eyes widened suddenly, and he stared in disbelief at the pale golden streamer in front of him that was gradually becoming nothingness.

That stream of light seemed to exude an extremely familiar feeling, as if it was a feeling of being forgotten deep in the soul.

He looked at the streamer that had faded to almost nothingness, it turned a few times in mid-air, then drifted towards the golden cudgel in his hand, and finally merged into it.

Sun Wukong's eyes followed it, and finally he looked at the black iron old man with more complicated emotions.

Just now, but will it wake itself up?

"Goku!"

Sun Wukong still kept his eyes open, not paying attention to the voice that came into his ears.

"Disciple, Wukong!"

That voice came again, but this time with a stronger force, it really brought Monkey King back to his senses.

Sun Wukong turned his head subconsciously, but just as soon as he turned his head, a bright light entered before his eyes, and when he opened it again, he had already returned to reality.

"Wukong slept soundly."

Tang Sanzang squatted next to Monkey King, looking lovingly at the big disciple who had just woken up and was still dazed.

Sun Wukong sat up abruptly, he shook his head to wake himself up, and then he looked straight at the place in front of him.

Those voices in the dream, as well as the memory of that pain still remain in my mind.This real feeling made his mind inexplicably confused.

"Wukong?" Tang Sanzang stretched out his hand and waved in front of Sun Wukong. Did he not wake up or was he a little confused after sleeping for a long time?

Sun Wukong blinked, took a deep breath, and looked down at the golden cudgel that was placed aside.

It is still the same as usual, and there is no golden light.The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth slightly raised, he stretched out his hand to hold the golden cudgel in his hand, then jumped up suddenly, carrying the golden cudgel on his shoulders smoothly.

Tang Sanzang was shocked by this action, he quickly patted his chest, then quickly straightened his hat, and put his hands together.

"Wukong, let's start our journey now."

Sun Wukong put his hands on the stick, he shook his head, turned to Tang Sanzang and said, "Okay."

……

"We don't wait for the white dragon, does he know which direction we are going?" Tang Sanzang rode on the white horse, holding a tin stick in one hand and a rope in the other, quite leisurely.

Sun Wukong staggered as he walked, without turning his head, he casually said, "Dragon has a good sense of smell, so it won't be impossible to find it. Unless he doesn't want to come to protect the master and go to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures."

"Hey, that shouldn't be the case. You see, in order to learn scriptures for his teacher, he would rather give up the beautiful Dragon Princess and come here." Tang Sanzang sighed again, "I'm afraid I got lost."

Putuo Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

In the quiet bamboo forest, there is a white mist lingering, full of spiritual power, like a fairyland.

On a rock covered with moss, many leaves were suddenly shaken off, and looking around, there seemed to be a black shadow coiled on the pillar of extremely growing bamboo on the rock.Upon closer inspection, the figure seemed to be dressed in white.

The boys and girls who went to the morning class were talking and laughing all the way.

Suddenly, a virgin groaned, and she touched her hair with a face full of surprise, but the top of her hair was already completely wet.

The boy next to him quickly wiped it with his hand, and said, "How is Sister Long?"

The maiden checked her clothes and found that she was not harmed. She flicked her sleeves, "I'm afraid the dew has fallen because of the heavy aura in the forest these days."

The boy also saw that his partner was fine, so he felt relieved, "Talk to the forest god another day."

"Let's go, the Bodhisattvas are waiting." The virgin looked around and said that she was about to leave.

"Help……"

A faint voice came, and the two boys stopped quickly.

"Who is calling for help here?" The virgin looked up and looked around, but there was no figure, and finally she looked up at the top of her head, and she took a breath.

"What is this?"

The boy also saw the figure on the tree, and he was also in a hurry. He pulled the girl's sleeve and pointed to the tree.

"Help..." Bai Long said again and again in a low voice with his mouth curled.

There were tears in his eyes, and his expression was full of sadness.He just wanted to talk to the big brother, to get in touch with each other, for some reason, he thought about it for a long time but he couldn't figure out what he said wrong, but why did the big brother suddenly sweep himself away?

Bailong huddled in this strange place with grievances, he lay powerlessly on the tree, for fear of crushing the tree, he had already changed his human form as soon as he fell down.

But the human form is always not as strong as the real body. After falling, he seemed to have lost half of his life, lying here dying, waiting for someone to pass by.

The people below had already found him, but Bailong still couldn't get down, he tried his best to yell a few times.

"Who are you and why are you here?" The virgin cleared her throat, pulled the boy behind her, and said loudly to the man on the tree.

"..." Bai Long pouted, but couldn't speak because of his excitement.

Seeing that the man hadn't spoken, the virgin cast a spell to beat him down.

"Cousin...cousin sister..." This time he heard the voice clearly, and Bailong immediately gained some strength from his excitement.

This voice is familiar!Isn't she the uncle's cousin?

The virgin frowned, she turned her head to look at the figure, what cousin?The boy on the side was also startled.His family's Sister Long is the Dragon Princess of the East China Sea. This inexplicable person claims that Sister Long is her cousin, so isn't this person a dragon son from another Dragon Palace?

"Cousin, I'm Little White Dragon..."

Little White Dragon?The virgin was taken aback, and she blinked quickly to see who it was.

"Why is my brother here?"

After a while, Bai Long, who had been lying on it for an unknown amount of time, finally came down. He sat beside the stone with a mournful face, wanting to cry without tears.

"Didn't my younger brother be entrusted by the great master to protect the holy monks of the Eastern Tang Dynasty and go to the Western Paradise to learn scriptures?" The virgin patted Bailong on the back, she was full of doubts, but seeing her cousin's appearance, she didn't know what to say What.

Bai Long was sobbing without tears, he wiped his face and was about to talk to his sister about his grievances, when suddenly a cold voice came from behind.

"Third Prince, Your Majesty knows that you are here, Your Majesty invites you to go."

"Senior Brother Hui An." Hearing this, the boy and girl hurriedly greeted Hui An Xingzhe.

With a confused look on his face, Bailong followed the three immortals to a place.It is still surrounded by fairy mist and full of aura.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus seat in the center is a beautiful woman with a solemn treasure appearance, moonlike eyebrows, and red lips.The woman held a clean bottle in her hand, and a weeping willow was inserted obliquely in the bottle.

"Disciple sees Master Guanyin." Bailong put on a serious look on his face, and he hastily bowed to the woman on the lotus seat.

"Tell me, why don't you just follow the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures? Why did you come here?" Guanyin Bodhisattva's voice was very clear and clear, like a yellow warbler, but there was a sense of sacredness and solemnity in his words, which made people feel People can't help being devout.

"Go back to the Bodhisattva, disciple..." Bai Long was stunned for a moment, he suddenly didn't know what to say, did he want to say that he was beaten here by a stick for no reason?

If he really said that, wouldn't it ruin the image of the elder brother in the heart of the master, and it would be embarrassing to be beaten for no reason.

"Okay, I already know." Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled slightly, and she looked at Bailong with a smile in her eyes.

"You only need to go west with Tang Seng wholeheartedly, and worry about the rest."

"But Bodhisattva, master seems to be..." Bailong sobbed without tears.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed lightly. To be honest, she found a good candidate who could go to the West Paradise.At first when I saw it, I thought that Jiang Liu'er was as stable as a golden cicada in his previous life.But as everyone knows, Jiang Liu'er's temperament is mature on the outside, but when he gets more familiar, he becomes playful.

"Then Tang Sanzang is devoted to the Buddha. If he doesn't want to accept you, how can he let you follow?" Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled lightly, "Okay, you go back quickly."

Bailong agreed, he bowed to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and was helped out by the maiden.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the back of the white dragon, his eyes were calm, but his expression gradually became dignified.

"Master?" Hui'an Xingzhe said softly.

Guanyin Bodhisattva pursed her lips, silently recited a mantra, and stepped aside.She took a few steps, then sighed deeply.

"Then what kind of catastrophe did Tang Shengseng have?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva pinched her fingers to calculate, and after a while, she withdrew her hand and said to the disciple behind her: "After a while, there will be guests from the South China Sea, you should prepare for it for now."

When Hui'an Xingzhe heard the words, he clasped his hands and said yes.

Guanyin Bodhisattva closed his eyes and softly recited Buddhist scriptures to calm his mind.

A catastrophe is indeed a catastrophe, the relationship between righteousness and evil is firmly held, no matter which step you take, it is a catastrophe.