Wu Jian becomes empty

It seems that since the soul went out with Avalokitesvara, I seem to have forgotten something, and I have become quieter than before. I have learned a lot of useful things while sitting in the cave and reading the book. Just sit there.People who deliver books often come, but they never see Yang Jian again.

So the days without books are too difficult, and the person who delivered the books has not been here for a long time for some reason.

Only the sound of dripping water could be heard in the cave. It had been so many years. He heard footsteps that he hadn’t heard for a long time. Monkey King had been squatting on the ground. When Yang Jian came to the cave to look for him for the first time, the innate immortality in the white dress and black gauze was really beautiful.He laughed, and his voice was a little hoarse after not speaking for a long time: "Yang Jian..." He propped his hands on the ground, and stood up tremblingly, his legs were a little numb, and the shaking chains kept ringing, and the sound of cold iron objects colliding made this The shady cave is even more bleak.

After finally standing up and raising his head, seeing the face of the man in white, the smile disappeared on his face, he turned around and walked forward, his figure was a bit slumped, and his expectations were shattered.

Tang Seng looked at that figure, and couldn't believe that that figure was Sun Wukong. He used to be the lively, arrogant Sun Wukong who ignored everything and claimed to be the Monkey King.

Is it really him... the Monkey King...

"Sun Wukong. I was entrusted to take you out."

The decadent figure stopped, turned his head, raised his hand, and let him look at the chain with some cracks: "You can't break this mountain, you can only untie this chain, you can't help me, I still need to help you It can be completely broken for thousands of years, and there is no longer any bondage."

"How can you break through this mountain? The landslides and the ground are cracked. Who else can survive around? Since that person asked me to take you out, I can naturally untie the chains on you."

Sun Wukong's dim pupils lighted up again in an instant, and the golden pupils kept staring at him, entrusting him with the hope of getting out.

Tang Seng looked into his eyes: "After saving you, there will be a price. Be my apprentice and accompany me to Xitian."

"Okay." Sun Wukong replied without hesitation, exchanging about a few decades for a hundred years of freedom, this deal is still very cost-effective.

The two sat cross-legged, and Tang Seng began to cast spells. This is the Buddha's curse, and only the Buddhists with advanced spells in the Western Paradise can undo the Buddha's curse on him. The curse is of no avail.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of five broken chains sounded, Sun Wukong untied the shackles of hundreds of years, felt the familiar spell, stood up excitedly, flexed his muscles and bones, and knelt in front of Tang Seng: " Master, I thought you really didn't want me anymore, and I will never see you again."

"Remember that from now on, I am not Jin Chanzi, but just a mortal monk who can't spell. We still have a long way to go, and we still need a long time to go."

"Yes, Master." Monkey King said again, "Master, I have one more thing to do, I need to leave for a while."

"Go and find Yang Jian."

"Yes."

"You can't see him when you go now. When the time comes, he will come."

"why?!"

"Because you are too weak." Tang Seng continued to state without emotion and mercy, "Weak enough that I can't get out, and let the person who wants to protect protect you in turn; I am so weak that I forget everything and don't know anything. ; so weak that you can't even find the person you want, even if you search the entire Three Realms..."

Every weak word Tang Seng said pierced a knife in Sun Wukong's heart, but he didn't want to pull him out. He wanted to use this bloody wound to guard himself...

The two looked into the distance and walked towards the west together. This time, no one sent them on the road, but they sent themselves on the road...

"Why do we have to walk over, don't we know spells?"

"Wukong said as a teacher that he is pretending to be a mortal, and mortals don't know how to use spells. Also, the teacher is hungry, so go and help the teacher alms."

"Why is the master hungry?"

"I'm pretending to be a mortal as a teacher, and mortals will always be hungry."

"Monks don't lie."

"You deceive the teacher!"

"Master, I'm going."

"Good apprentice."

Sun Wukong disappeared in an instant. Tang Seng looked at the person standing by the tree for a long time, sighed, and walked to him: "Zhenjun Erlang."

Yang Jian's face was so pale for some reason, and he handed something to Tang Seng: "I learned from my master's book and made a copy, so that the real one can be confused with the real one, please."

"The Curse!" Tang Seng was startled, how could the imitation of the Curse be easily made, and then looked at his face: "You!"

"How could it be possible with Yang Jian alone, the Jade Emperor helped a lot."

"Jade Emperor, can you be so kind?"

"Yang Jian returns to the Heavenly Court, so that he can serve as the god of justice in the Heavenly Court." Yang Jian coughed a few times with a pale face, stretched out his hand and continued, "Please tell me the truth, so as not to reveal the truth."

Tang Seng handed over the things without hesitation, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, laughed unconsciously, and closed his eyes: "If you want it, you must lose it. We have lost too much, and one day we will lose our most important thing to you." Hold things tightly in your hands."

"I only know that one of his incomplete souls is in the hands of Tathagata."

Yang Jian left this sentence, looked at Monkey King who was about to return from afar, turned his back, stood against the wind, his face was covered by black hair, and slowly disappeared in this place.

Monkey King in the distance seemed to have seen something, so he grabbed his heart tightly, accelerated and flew forward, trying to catch something, but there was nothing.He looked at the empty hand and lowered his eyes: "Master, I just didn't seem to grasp... I didn't grasp something that is very important to me."

Tang Seng said the same words as before: "One day we will hold our most important things tightly in our hands."

Sun Wukong looked at him and clenched his hands.

Tang Seng put a false curse on his head, and put a shackle on Sun Wukong's heart in words: "Yang Jian gave it to you, and exchanged it for your freedom with his very important things."

Sun Wukong's heart trembled: "It was Yang Jian who just disappeared, right?"

"Yes."

"No." Sun Wukong shook his head, "I don't know that person, how could it be Yang Jian?"

Tang Seng straddled his horse and laughed loudly: "We meet each other, we know each other, we don't know each other. The Tathagata is still the Jade Emperor...hahaha."

Sun Wukong just looked at Tang Seng like that, puzzled...

"You are still you, you are Monkey King, and Monkey King is the Monkey King. If you want to grasp important things, then be a different Monkey King."

After listening, Sun Wukong looked at the clenched hands and waved the iron rod, as proud as he was back then. The difference is that he lost that layer of childishness: "Then from today onwards, I will be a different Monkey King, Yang Jian wait for me...wait for me..."

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