[Journey to the West] Tucao Emperor who was delayed by Buddhism

I don't know how I felt the moment I saw Shancai's body.

For a split second I thought I was going to cry or go mad or scream, but no.

Nothing at all.

It seems to be suppressed by the deep night, surrounded by nothingness black, as if falling into the abyss and trying to tear and struggle - but only can't make a sound.

A Monkey King stood in front of me, shed a few tears, and said to me: "The monkey pretending to be me broke into the South China Sea, beat Shancai to death with a stick, and then turned around and fled. I am afraid that the Bodhisattva will misunderstand and leave an explanation... ...Sigh, I should have saved him, but he was the son of my old friend, a child who was only three hundred years old, and he died at the hands of that monstrous monkey..."

Is he real or fake?

I don't even need to discern carefully.

I have two philanthropists in the South China Sea, but he can't even tell the difference.

No wonder he dared to attack him so recklessly. He originally thought that Shancai was a red boy, but a lowly wild monster in the mountains. It would not be a pity for a god to die a hundred of them. I thought I was hiding a monster in the South China Sea, even if I died, I wouldn't dare to speak out for him.

Yes, every time I travel, I always bring Shancai Dragon Girl with me, and I never take Honghaier out of the South China Sea, no wonder this fake person will admit his mistake.

But what's the use of being true or false?Now he is the only one left.

What about the other one?Where did you go?

I do not know.

I looked around and couldn't see his shadow.

It seems that his aura still lingers in the wind in the South China Sea. It's ironic that such a reckless and arrogant person has become trembling like walking on thin ice.

I know he is afraid, but I don't know what he is afraid of.

Thinking about the troubles in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago, the transgressions he committed were a rebellious monkey who was not afraid of chopping with knives and axes, but now he is afraid of a pot of dirty water thrown by others and ran away. hid...

At that moment, I was so disappointed in him.

I was looking at the remaining Monkey King silently, and suddenly there was a joyful laugh behind me, it was Dragon Girl who came back with Red Boy.

The child Fang came back from a long journey, excited as if he had gone to an amusement park, he laughed and shouted at the top of his voice, and shouted from a distance: "Shancai No. [-], Shancai No. [-], Shancai No. [-] calls Shancai No. [-]!" !Look what good things I brought you!"

I looked at Monkey King in front of me silently for a long time, and suddenly said: "This is the son of your old friend, a little monster less than three hundred years old."

"The one who was killed by that vile and despicable fake on the ground was my Xitian Shancai boy, my direct disciple. He has been a priest in Xitian for more than a hundred years, and guarded my South China Sea with the 24 heavens. Why, you are learning scriptures in the lower realm After a long time, have you even forgotten these?"

The monkey was leisurely at first, but when I pointed at it, it was startled for a moment, and turned to look at the red boy.

The red boy ran over happily, holding a red thread pendant from Chang'e in his hand, jumped and squeezed to the lotus pond, poked out his small head to see, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and stood up like a wax figure. He couldn't move, as if confused by the situation in front of him, he tilted his head and looked at the ground.

He walked over cautiously, as if he was afraid of waking up from some dream, squatting beside Shancai's body, stretched out his hand, and shook Shancai's shoulder as if he wanted to touch it but dared not.

His appearance was no longer good-looking. He was a peaceful and stable person when he was alive, but he was hideous and terrifying when he died. He looked three times worse than a ghost.

The red boy still didn't understand the situation, so he lay on the side cautiously, coaxing a child and said: "Don't scare me, you see I really brought you back with a gift, but it's not that good, next time you have a chance, you I'll bring you whatever you want."

He shook Shancai's shoulders, and shook again, but there was no reaction at all, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, he didn't dare to cry, he didn't even dare to admit it, as if he moved a little more, and he was about to admit that what was happening in front of him was true. Really, and it hurt him far more than the truth.

He added: "I have also seen what the Heavenly Court looks like, but I think that although the Heavenly Court is beautiful, it is not good. I think the South China Sea is the best, and I will not go out in the future. I will guard the South China Sea with you." , the outside world is weird, but hello..."

As if he could no longer escape, he suddenly jumped up, hugged me as if frightened, and said anxiously: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, what's going on?"

Seeing that I was silent, he ran to Hui An again, tugged at Hui An and said urgently, "What's going on?"

The clear voice of the child echoed in the dead silence of the South China Sea, eager to get an answer, but what responded to him was the rustling sound of the silent bamboo leaves moving with the wind.

He stood with his hands covered, looked up at us grown-ups, and said, "Aren't you guys working together to lie to me?"

He grabbed me again and asked me: "Aren't you the Guanyin of the South China Sea? Don't you know the past and the future? Why do you want to do this?"

But what about the past and the future?

Not yet a mortal trapped in the body of a god.

Can knowing the past change the past?Can knowing the future change the future?

he asked me.

But it was precisely because of his question that I suddenly realized that I was just a sad observer standing on the edge of the torrent of time. The fate of heaven and earth and usurping fate has never belonged to me, and there are only reincarnations one after another.

So I answered him, "He's dead."

But the red boy asked me in a daze, "Why?"

I said, "Because his life was counted and no one came to save him."

Is that all?

Something has already begun to surge in the dark, but I forced myself to press it down. I tried to say to myself, if Shancai is still alive, I will spare no effort to save him, but it is done, he is dead, so the overall situation The most important thing is the overall situation, he is just a new victim under the iron law that I support...

I am a god, and the gods should be used to all this.

But not enough, not enough, no matter how I tell myself, not enough.

A hole was gouged out in my dead heart, but I tried to bury it and cover the gushing blood.

At that moment, what Jin Chanzi once said to me came to my mind like a curse:

"Your hypocrisy of whitewashing peace will pay back to yourself sooner or later. You will regret it one day!"

The red boy still didn't understand me, and kept asking me endlessly: "What does this mean?"

I said to him word by word: "This means that from now on, there will only be one benevolent fortune."

There is no No. [-] or No. [-]. He died, not only died, but his soul was scattered, and he didn't even have the chance to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

But if I hadn't taken Honghaier away at that time, and forced him to stay, and the corpse here was his, wouldn't it be better for me?

The counterfeit knew that he was exposed, so he didn't dare to say more, so he could only say: "My master is still in the lower realm, I'm going to protect him..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, I asked in a cold voice: "A fake is a fake. Since you have turned the fake into real, why bother to cover it up? Don't you dare to admit your identity openly?"

He froze suddenly, stared at me for a long time, then suddenly took a step closer, and said in a low voice, "At least I'm doing the right thing. No matter what means I use—I'm maintaining the order you failed to maintain."

After all, he simply stopped pretending, glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, and said, "If you can do your job well, he won't die."

Seeing him go away, Hui An asked me, "Master, are you just watching him go?"

I said: "What else? Monkey King is hiding! If he is still here, I can still throw this fake murderer into the polar hell, but if he is not here, if I keep this one, wouldn't it be Monkey King by default? Did you kill Shancai?"

In the end, do you want him to learn scriptures under my protection like a bereaved dog?

Hui An suddenly said, "I didn't mean that, Master."

His voice was cool, like a thorny thorn: "When you played chess with me, you always wanted to keep all the pieces, and in the end you lost everything."

He laughed mockingly: "Why are you so calm? Don't you have human emotions? He's dead, he was beaten out of his wits by that bastard, why don't you do anything?"

I opened my mouth and tried to explain to him everything I had done, only to find that I was already surrounded by an extreme abyss, the darkness came like a tide, like the eve of a storm, there was no rest.

I couldn't make any sound.

Hui An approached me and questioned: "So you still have to keep silent, like you do every time? You taught me what is right, but you yourself surrendered to hypocritical dogma. Can't you tell me the reason?"

The only thing I can say is that I struggled to break through the invisible shackles, and said to him: "He is dead. Whatever I do, it is useless."

He exploded violently and shouted at me: "You are my master! If you can't even protect your own disciples, what kind of master are you?"

I said, "I am not only your master, I am also a god. If you choose to become a god, sooner or later you will become a person like me!"

I said to him with difficulty, as if I was deceiving myself: "I am protecting you. I am protecting you. I am protecting you."

Rao I deceive myself over and over again, there is something that can no longer be concealed.

Hui An took a step back, he stood far away, looked at me, his eyes were full of disappointment: "No, you are not."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned around, left angrily, and shouted: "And I will never become the same person as you! Be the same as you, be the same as my father, neither!"

After he left, Honghaier suddenly burst into tears, and the crying finally broke the usual calm of the South China Sea.

The lifeless calm, the whitewashed tranquility finally broke apart with this cry.

Hong Haier was so choked up that he could barely speak a complete sentence, and asked me intermittently: "Daddy Bodhisattva, am I his robbery? Could it be that without me, he wouldn't have died?"

I tried to comfort him, coaxing him: "No."

"He is your catastrophe. You have to go through all this and grow up slowly. He is very important to you. Losing him will make you extremely painful, but he came to this world to save you."

After telling thousands of lies, I finally had a tired day.

The author has something to say:

Premonition to tear, explain.

1. True Goku will come back.

2. Everyone has flaws, and that's what characters are for.

3. The story is still very long so don't scold me too early, orz, give you love, give you my heart, for the sake of my love, don't send blades...