[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

"Your Majesty, the demon king's army is about to attack Nantianmen!"

"My lord, how many more days can we last if this continues?"

"You guys said you wanted to fight, but why are you silent now?!"

Above the main hall, there are noisy crowds, with seven words and eight languages ​​mixed together in one place.

Jade Emperor Haotian rubbed his forehead with a headache, and said in a low voice, "Shut up, everyone!"

The several immortals were speechless for a moment, they looked at each other, and turned to look at the Jade Emperor to see what he had to say.

But in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, Sha Wujing's eyes were fixed on that tall person infatuatedly and lovingly, but he didn't dare to look directly at him blatantly, and only hid himself among thousands of people, like a drop of water dissolved in a hundred waves ocean.

"Tomorrow, I and the Buddha will fight in person. You don't need to say more."

Haotian stood up from the emperor's seat, he was obviously handsome and dignified, and he was rare in the world holding up the Xiabiao, but for some reason, there was a trace of fatigue that could not be concealed in his expression.Just like an old man who has been weather-beaten.

"The oath is not empty, it is said that there is no death, no life, and no one can beat it. Even if the heavenly general pokes a few blood holes, it will still be alive. If we don't know its weakness, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to take it down in one fell swoop." Taishang Laojun touched He stroked his beard, turned his head and looked around, "I don't know, all the immortals here, does anyone have a unique strategy to defeat the enemy?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, the cold and high-pressure silence above the hall, set off by the shouts of fighting and fighting thousands of miles away, on the contrary, it was chilling all the way to the bottom of people's hearts.

Laojun sighed, "Heaven boasts of hiding dragons and crouching tigers, but I didn't expect that no one could stand up at this critical moment..."

Just as he said this, there was a loud bang outside the hall, and a tall and burly man walked in with a deep and powerful voice.

"I know."

The Tathagata was greeted by thousands of people, with a dignified face, step by step, slowly stepped into the hall, with awe-inspiring demeanor.

"I know what his weaknesses are."

Haotian rested his elbows on his thighs, "Oh?" He turned his eyes and saw Tathagata with a little interest, "Say."

Tathagata looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Monkey King in the crowd, his eyes were deep and deep, as if he was hiding a thousand words.He slowly retracted his eyes, expressionless.

"In the past few days, I have searched through the ancient historical records, and only now have I discovered some clues about the metamorphosis of spiritual consciousness."

Haotian raised his hand with a graceful posture, signaling Tathagata to continue talking.

"The so-called spiritual consciousness, if you want to transform into a body and survive in the world, you must first be irrigated with hard work, gradually nourishing the spirit, and over time it will give birth to the body." Tathagata paused, "If we can get close to his body and gouge out his heart, great things will surely come true." !"

It's just...he frowned, with a little worry.

The power of the oath is getting stronger day by day.Last time when it was about the real and fake Monkey King, the two of them fought on equal terms, but now when they meet again, that person's strength has increased to a higher level.

Thinking of this, the Tathagata lowered his eyes and shook his head, sighed and murmured Amitabha.Even he himself didn't know if the two of them had another hearty battle now, would he still have a chance of winning by luck.

Swearing Bukong is like a malignant tumor, destroying everything recklessly, and the toxicity is increasing day by day.As soon as he raised his hand, he made the mountains and rivers pale, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, he made the heavens and the earth mourn.Such a dazzling existence is simply...

It was like a divine punishment from the heavens to the people of the Three Realms.

Haotian left a few heavenly generals to discuss with Tathagata the important matter of attacking the enemy tomorrow, but after the meeting, Tang Sanzang and his disciples went straight back to the small courtyard where they lived, waiting for tomorrow's final battle.

After the battle, it is either the doomsday that ends everything, or the new life after the scars.

In the inner room, Tang Sanzang took off Monkey King's clothes, frowned and stared at the man's chest.

"Soul lock nail, does it hurt?"

Sun Wukong pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's nothing compared to the major and minor injuries suffered along the way."

Tang Sanzang touched his heart with one hand, feeling the beating pulse under the thin tough skin, his eyelids twitched, and he raised his head to look directly into the man's eyes, "If you don't get rid of this thing, I'm afraid you will be more involved in tomorrow's battle." switch."

Of course Sun Wukong knew.As long as the soul lock is nailed in his body for one day, he will be enslaved by that person for one day, and he will never be free again.

"I also ask the master to remove this soul-locking nail on behalf of the disciple."

He closed his eyes and clenched his five fingers into a fist, as if he had made up his mind.

"If you want to remove this nail, it must go into your heart."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong took a deep breath. "Master wants to get rid of it, just get rid of it, this little pain is nothing."

Seeing his appearance, Tang Sanzang suddenly wrinkled severely in his heart, and felt a slight pain in his heart.

"Scream if it hurts."

The man shook his head and smiled for a while. "Master, don't underestimate me. My old grandson never yelled at me when I was tortured to goug out my heart in Wutianjie!"

Tang Sanzang choked in his throat, and finally he could only sigh lightly, and patted the man's head.

Seeing that Sun Wukong had made up his mind, he didn't hesitate any more, and warmed the Qingwu dagger on the long-burning lamp, then turned around and returned to the couch, covering Sun Wukong's eyes with one hand, and holding the dagger with the other.

After closing his eyes and opening them again, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and stabbed decisively at the man's heart.

"Wow!..."

Sun Wukong let out a muffled groan as he flicked his figure, biting his lips tightly and breaking a little bit of vermilion.

Even though Tang Sanzang frowned with pity in his heart, he knew that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, he held his breath and continued to stab in, searching for the location of the soul-locking nail in the chest that was beginning to splatter with blood.

If there was no vow not to be empty, Wukong would not have to suffer such suffering today.

Tang Sanzang thought about it, and there was a trace of hostility in the complex emotions of vowing to Bukong.Although he knew from Wukong that the man was Wukong's half body, but the two of them, even though their appearance and temperament were exactly the same, to him, they were always two completely different people.Not to mention Wukong, that person is probably not even comparable to Xuanqing.

"Don't bite your lip, it will hurt."

He noticed that the trembling eyelashes of the man under the palm of his hand were trembling uncontrollably, and they were even slightly damp, sweeping the gentle palm, causing ripples in his heart one after another.And the always stubborn man, at this moment, was in pain and refused to hum, he just bit his lips with a flushed face, blood beads bloomed on his lips like flowers, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but sighed softly.

He lowered his head, bit the bloody lips of the man, licked and sucked, so as to convey even a little warm peace of mind.Monkey King was indeed slightly dazed, at that moment, Tang Sanzang held the dagger against the position of the Soul Locking Nail, and with a force, he pulled out the blood-stained Soul Locking Nail.

"hiss!!!"

Tang Sanzang let go of the hands covering the man's eyes, only to see Sun Wukong's eyes widened to the maximum, with misty redness in his pupils, bloodshot eyes almost bursting, obviously the pain was extreme.

Tang Sanzang didn't dare to delay, he immediately took out the nine-turn toilet ointment given to him by the Tathagata, covered the wound on his chest that was gradually healing, and gently applied it with his fingertips, with gentle movements.

"Does it still hurt?"

Sun Wukong's face was slightly distorted, and he shook his head after a while, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt..."

Tang Sanzang bent down again, brushed away the man's soft golden hair, and pecked lightly between his lips, while continuing to apply the ointment, hoping to relieve some pain by doing so.

Sun Wukong's body tensed and became a little stiff because of the hot and humid tongue that broke into his mouth, but Tang Sanzang kept whispering, "Wukong... relax..."

In the end, when the man's lips were moist and red and swollen, Tang Sanzang finally let go of his lips, rubbed his neck all the way down slowly, and kissed his injured chest a few times.

Flicking on the water, it seems to be dealing with some fragile treasures.

Sun Wukong turned his head away, his face flushed slightly.Being so careful always gave him an unaccustomed illusion of being cared for.

But Tang Sanzang knew that this was not a good time for intimacy, so he didn't linger any longer, he just fixed his clothes for him, his face restrained and gentle, "You have suffered for so many days." He stroked Monkey King's hair, "Go to sleep. "

"What about Master?"

"I watched you sleep."

Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat, holding the man's hand, hesitation and complexity flashed across his face for a moment.

"Master, actually..."

"Ok?"

Sun Wukong paused, but he didn't know whether to say that sentence or not.

"I swear not to empty him...in fact, he is not a heinous person."

The atmosphere in the room was a little quiet, and Tang Sanzang's expression remained unchanged, but for some reason, the temperature was a little less.

"How did he treat you when he imprisoned you?"

"Be nice to me."

Tang Sanzang was silent, and nodded very slowly after a while.

"I understand." He said, closing Sun Wukong's eyes with his hands, "Just sleep well, and leave the rest to the teacher."

The faint guess in my heart seemed to be confirmed in some way.

Swear not to have an extraordinary attachment to that person.And extraordinarily cherished and cared for.All this made Tang Sanzang's heart sink a little bit.Slightly sour and swollen, a little tight.

It's like expecting a cloudless and clear sky for thousands of miles, but it ushered in a long-overdue torrential rain.

There is one thing he never told Sun Wukong.

Soul-locking soul-locking, in fact, the soul-locking nail was originally... for the purpose of locking the heart.

It is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, a witch fell in love with a god, and she followed her all the way but never looked back.Then the war between gods and demons broke out, and the two became strangers to each other, fighting silently on the battlefield, separated by bloody mist and heavy flames.But in the end, the witch softened her heart, and when the god was dying under the plot, she rushed forward to protect him from a blow, and even planted a soul-locking nail in the man's chest.Lock the soul that is about to disperse, and protect the fragile heart.

The witch died because of saving him, but the god king never said anything. After the battle between gods and demons, he retired directly and disappeared before the eyes of the world.I just heard rumors that for thousands of years, Shenjun's heart has been aching.The Soul Locking Nail locked not only his soul, but also his heart that was originally ruthless and loveless.

It's just a thousand years of wind and cloud, and the smoke is vast. This anecdote is nothing but a legend in the years, and it can't be taken as true.

Regardless of what that person really thinks about Monkey King, Tang Sanzang only hopes that after tomorrow's battle, Bukong will never have anything to do with Monkey King again.

Whether you are worried or selfish.It is the best ending for both of them not to meet again in this life.

It's just that Tang Sanzang had all kinds of predictions, and he didn't expect that everything would deviate from the originally expected track and end in such a way that both sides would suffer.

On the second day, the sky was gray and foggy, with heavy dark clouds, and the sound of fighting outside the Tiangong Palace was getting closer, and from time to time, one or two dazzling bright lights burst out, the smoke was chaotic, and the majesty was like a footless volcano boiling and moving .The long howling and roaring shook the dust away, and the blood flowed all over the ground. This was a fate of fighting to the death.

Jade Emperor Haotian and Buddha Tathagata personally led the disciples of the Immortal King to join the melee, and Tang Sanzang and his party were also in the team.

Sun Wukong recharged his energy for a day, went to the Soul Locking Nail again, his energy was fully restored, and he no longer looked like he was restrained by the magic spell or the Soul Locking Nail before, and he showed his skills and turned the Ruyi Golden Hoop The stick sweeps across thousands of troops, the flames are burning between the eyebrows and eyes, and the sleeves are full of vigor and vigor.

The Tathagata upholds the principle that no one will offend me, and I will not offend others. He only opened a vajra shield to defend everyone, and did not take the initiative to attack.And this attack matter naturally fell on the heads of Haotian and others.

"According to the plan later. You attack the oath from the side and grab his attention. When he is not paying attention, I will attack his heart in one fell swoop."

Haotian took off his brocade clothes and put on a light armor, his brows were firm and cold, and the Qingfeng long sword in his hand pointed directly at a corner of the sky.

Two or three heavenly generals clasped their fists and lowered their heads in response, "Yes!"

Haotian watched the figures of those people disappear like the wind into the endless chaos of intersecting rays of light, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

The battle between the three clans, the battle between gods and demons, and now... there is another battle between immortals and demons.

Haotian didn't understand, what went wrong in his governance of the world?

He has clearly suppressed the turbidity, and also suppressed the two ways of demons, he did not hesitate to destroy the ancient inscriptions, and he did not hesitate to violate the orders of the ancestor Hongjun.He has thought hard and never slacked off. For thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, he has renounced love and sat on the throne.

Haotian's mind was full of deep thoughts, but there was no expression on his face.

Just as he was staring at those generals taking action, a person behind him squeezed through the crowd all the way through the wind and clouds to get behind him, bowed his head and made a bow.

"Your Majesty... I don't know you, but you still remember me?"

Haotian frowned, and looked back impatiently, only to see that the man had an ugly face and a beard full of stubble, it turned out to be Sha Wujing.

He looked away, "Who are you?"

When Sha Wujing heard this, his body froze.Even the light in the eyes dissipated little by little.

Like a fallen star.

"Your Majesty... Sha Wujing, was once the General of Rolling Curtain, the front guard of His Majesty."

As he spoke, his tongue curled up and was no longer straight.

For hundreds of years in the heavens, he stayed with each other painstakingly, accompanying that person in front of and behind him, taking that person's happiness and anger as his own happiness and anger, and taking that person's safety as his own safety.But it seems... that being demoted to the lower realm by himself is nothing more than a trivial matter to that person.

If you forget it, you will forget it completely, and there will be no more notes.

Haotian's entire attention is now focused on the battle situation, even if there is a slight movement in his eyes, there is no time to take care of him.

"So it's you, Roller Blind." He waved his hand, "I'll talk about it later, I don't have time to talk to you."

Sha Wujing's full of words just stuck in his throat like this, tossing and turning up and down with no way out, just so heavy and clogged, silted up like a handful of mud.

"……Yes."

With lowered eyebrows and eyes, he responded in a low voice, and slowly stepped back a few steps, into the sea of ​​people.

Looking at the day is like looking at a vertigo.

Because of Sha Wujing's intervention, Haotian's mind was disturbed, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious and angry.

He took a deep breath, and saw that the brave generals under him had already fought with the oath, so he jumped up and galloped away on the long clouds, hiding among the thousands of thousands of people fighting for thousands of miles. Little by little, I swore to be empty.

"Heh, you Xiaoxiao still dare to attack this seat, are you looking for death?"

Swearing Bukong raised a glance, his eyes were heavily shadowed with ruthlessness, "Then this seat is as you wish!"

"Demon thief, don't speak wild words!"

A celestial general snorted, picked up the sledgehammer and threw it at Xie Bukong, but was unexpectedly blocked by the man.

Swearing Bukong manipulated the turbid qi at will, acting as a barrier for soldiers, omnipotent, and couldn't help laughing.

Several heavenly generals attacked while looking at the side corners from the corner of their eyes. Seeing that Haotian was approaching, they looked at each other to determine the timing.

And Haotian stared closely at the oath, seeing that the man really raised his eyebrows and raised his hands to deal with the attack of several people, squinted his eyes and seized the right moment and jumped up, holding on to the cold front sword that pierced the sky, and vowed not to be empty Go straight!

"Om!!!——"

A buzzing sound shook the world, cracking rocks.

It was the long cry of the confrontation between Jiqing and Jizhuo, and it was also the confrontation between the two masters of heaven and earth at the peak.

As if they were being influenced by opposite magnetic fields, the movements of both of them froze for a moment, and Sworn Bukong's pupils shrank, but Haotian's sword didn't draw back.

He tried his best, even at the expense of his own strength, to get closer to the tip of the sword inch by inch.Just like that, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the invincible sharp sword that had accompanied Jade Emperor Haotian to fight for thousands of years pierced into the chest of the oath with a puff, just straight to the center of the mouth.

Oath Bukong paused and frowned.

However, Haotian, who has always been known as a righteous gentleman, did not withdraw his strength, but sent the sword edge even more fiercely, cutting a few streaks of blood.

Like a mandala floating in the red mist at the bottom of the eyes.

"Heh, cough hahahaha! Haotian boy, do you think that you can subdue this seat?"

Swearing Bukong laughed, squeezed the blade of the sword with one hand, frowned forcefully, pulled it out from the heart little by little, regardless of the dripping blood.

Haotian seemed a little unbelievable, "You...?!"

Sworn Bukong held back the pain in his heart, "I'm afraid you heard from someone that the fatality of this seat lies in the heart, right? I just want to disappoint you..."

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, a dark light flashed in his eyes, with a hint of treachery.

"My heart is not in my heart."

The author has something to say: I feel like the volume of swearing to the boss may be coming to an end qwq

This chapter Zang Kong is still sweet!The supporting role is still abused_(:3」∠)_

The scene between Wujing and Haotian can only be unfolded in memories and the past.If nothing else, one or two more chapters will bring this volume to an end.Behind is the last volume, Jin Chanzi.

I went to the hospital for an examination recently, and my physical condition is not very good, so I won’t say much about any illness.

I shouldn't be able to stay up all night anymore.Sorry if there is no update someday.