Wu Jian becomes empty

In the territory of the Tathagata in the West, the Tathagata Buddha and those Arhats and Bodhisattvas are as motionless as sculptures, and no one speaks.If it weren't for the slight breathing sound, I'm afraid it was really recognized as a Buddha statue.

Under a silver slip, only one person can be seen, dressed in white and black gauze, with an immortal demeanor and handsome appearance, I am afraid that there is no one in the Three Realms comparable to him. If there is such a handsome person, he may not have his aura or ability. With his arrogance...

"My lord, Yang Jian, is here to pay homage to the Tathagata Buddha of the Western Paradise."

Tathagata still looked down at that small and abrupt figure from above, with a smile that was full of the world: "I don't know, what is the matter that Erlang Zhenjun came to Xitian?"

Yang Jian picked up his lips and smiled, "I heard that the Tathagata Buddha and the Jade Emperor are both very fond of playing chess. I happen to have a game of chess here. I wonder if the Buddha is interested?"

Tathagata laughed loudly, and made a sound by touching his hands: "Naturally, I don't know what kind of chessboard Zhenjun gave. What is this chess piece?"

"There are many chess pieces, isn't any life in the three realms the same, the main chess pieces... Do you still remember Subhuti, the person who offended the Buddha; There is another one, the Buddha must have understood it. As for what kind of chessboard, it depends on how to play it."

"Hahaha, you really look like your uncle."

Yeah, resembling...and not the same, but he has what he doesn't have and what he does have...

The Jade Emperor laughed like a Buddha after hearing this, these people lost everything in the Three Realms, and they will give these people a hope...and then destroy...or make them surrender completely...what a great chess game, isn't it?

And Yang Jian, what kind of chess do you want to play?One person is too weak, is your partner Monkey King?A you that is exactly like you back then, a you that you have abandoned.

However, the main pieces on the chessboard will eventually forget some things, including Monkey King.

Sun Wukong will forget his pride...

Canopy will forget God's humiliation...

Rolling shutter will forget his injustice...

Subhuti will forget his persistence...

Start afresh, start walking according to their prescribed path, surrender...destroy...

Subhuti will be reincarnated, and there is still a hundred years for them to plan, and a hundred years to wear down their spirit.

And no one will easily waste a hundred years...

"What are these?" Sun Wukong squatted on the bench, looking at the stacks of books brought by Yang Jian on the table.

"You only sleep for a hundred years, don't you think it's too wasteful, so I brought some books for you to read. To pass the time and study by the way."

"What powerful spell?" Monkey King looked at Yang Jian with shining golden pupils.

"Wisdom. Not spells."

"It's boring."

"Do you know that the [-] heavenly soldiers in the heavens were helpless against you at that time, but my [-] grass-headed soldiers were better than you?" Yang Jian saw Monkey King's move, and then said, "You have strong magic power, but your strategy is not enough. You can fight alone. Win, group battle, you lose. So not only must be strong, but also strategy, otherwise you are just a powerful chess piece manipulated by others on the chessboard. If you don’t want to be a chess piece, become a powerful chess player, even if you don’t play chess People can also get rid of the chess game of fate."

"But these books are too few for me. It takes hundreds of years." Sun Wukong is studious, smart and active. The hundred years of imprisonment is too painful for him, but it may be too painful for him. A good thing, Sun Wukong's temper is too impatient, it's good to grind it out, when will "Wukong" and "Wukong" really become "Wukong".

"You are extremely smart, but it took you only ten years to learn what others have learned for thousands of years. Hehe, in the past hundred years, I will search all kinds of good books, whether it is strategy or spells, I will show you."

"It's very good." Sun Wukong was very excited, but seeing Yang Jian carrying the past, he wanted to leave now to find a book for him, Sun Wukong hurriedly stopped him with one hand, hugged him tightly, and felt that he could resist at a young age He who bears the heavy burden is not so tall and mighty, but so thin and small. Doesn't his shoulder hurt?

Sun Wukong rested his chin on his shoulder, put his hands around his waist, and said, "Yang Jian is waiting for me, I, Sun Wukong, will grow stronger gradually, and Sun Wukong wants to protect you. The first time Sun Wukong saw Yang Jian, he wanted to protect Yang Jian. Protect Yang Jian for the rest of his life."

Sun Wukong turned Yang Jian's head in front of his face, sealed his lips, snatched the other's breath, and cuddled with each other. He didn't know who was seducing whom, and he didn't know when. The two of them lay down on the changed bed, and their reason had long been abandoned. Slowly, the clothes were withdrawn and scattered all over the place...

Sun Wukong gnawed on Yang Jian's body, leaving little red marks, until the uncomfortable pain in the secret place woke him up, but it was too late, something that didn't belong to him rushed in, and he was tightly absorbed by him, unable to restrain himself The □□ made a sound.

Sun Wukong kept calling Yang Jian's name, slamming into his body with all his strength, listening to his different voice, confused and insane.

Both of them seemed to be drunk, their faces were flushed, beads of sweat, saliva, cloudy, splashed all over their bodies.

Are they lust or what is called love? "

what are they?

"Love includes desire, but desire does not include love. Parents are love, and they love each other. Monkey King is love. So, what about the second brother to Monkey King?"

"brother."

"Brothers are hugs, not kisses."

……

Yeah, brother, how could it be like this...

What is Sun Wukong to him?

piece?brother?The former self?Or lover?

Can't tell, can't see through...

All I know is that he doesn't want to watch this person die, doesn't want him to be drowned in the world, wants him to live well, wants him to live comfortably...

The author has something to say: The Encounter is almost over