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

Ao Lie no longer knows how many years he has existed in this world. 1000 years? 1 years?Thousands of years?

The days and nights of Zhong Shan are too long.It's like a place of extreme daylight and extreme darkness, where time freezes into an eternity, where everything is stagnant, everything is desolate... everything does not exist.

Including himself.

Now he is very old.He was so old that his head was full of white hair, his eyes were cloudy and his voice was hoarse, and even his body was aging everywhere, like the dark night with the sun setting and the snow falling into the bones.

Many times, like Zhu Jiuyin, he can take a nap for 1000 years without opening his eyes.If it wasn't for returning to the day of the great war, if it wasn't for saving the dragon clan and the whole world from peril, he might have returned to the heaven and earth long ago and dissipated into thousands of fragments.

Ao Lie still remembers that somewhere in the ruins of memory still hides the ups and downs of the past.

"Master and brothers, let's go first. I have to go to another place."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to... Zhongshan. They say that's the Dragon Tomb."

He knew that Zhong Shan was dead, and he knew that this trip might never return.But he didn't expect that when he reappeared after many years, the floating world would have been far away for a lifetime.

Zhongshan was shrouded in cloudy air and covered with frost. There were no owls or beasts in it, and there was only a desolate silence shrouded in death everywhere.

At that time, Ao Lie stepped into the barrier of Zhongshan, amazed that there is such a good place in the world, and also worried that he couldn't find the so-called dragon tomb where the bones are buried.

Knowing the urgency of the war outside, he circled around and planned to turn back, but unexpectedly around Zhongshan, there was room for people to enter but no people to come out. Haohai White Dragon.

He didn't know day and night, he didn't know how time passed, and he wandered in Zhongshan like a lonely soul all day long.I don't know how long it took, but when he was about to give up and escape, the atmosphere of the wilderness finally changed for a moment.

That was... In the dark, the ancient dragon woke up from Shen Yuan's old dream.

"Who are you...why did you appear in my Zhongshan place?"

"Who are you? Where are you? Did you trap me here?!"

The ups and downs in the mountains reverberated, and every sound echoed, "Here...here..."

Ao Lie couldn't see where Shenlong was, and he didn't know where his voice came from. He only knew that the thick and heavy voices rushed from all directions, drowning him in the cold air.

"I am the ancient dragon, Zhu Jiuyin. I am everywhere, and this Zhongshan is a part of my body... But who are you, who broke into my residence?"

"Candle Nine Yin?"

Ao Lie was half dazed, "A candle dragon that looks like it's dark, looks like it's bright, blows it like winter, calls it summer, doesn't drink or eat, doesn't breathe or breathe, and breathes like the wind... Your lord?"

That voice was silent for a long time, "It turns out that I have transformed into such an image in the mortal world..."

In this Zhongshan, he has been isolated from the world for thousands of years.

The frost, snow, sleet, smoke, and mist in the world have nothing to do with him.

"Boy." Zhu Jiuyin's voice paused, "This Zhongshan is Li Yuan of the Barrier of Time, your lifespan is coming to an end... you won't live long."

"What is Liyuan? What is the end of life?!" Ao Lie was horrified, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He only spent a few days in this Zhongshan, how can you say that his life span is coming to an end?He still wants to go back to help his master and elder brother, how could he die here...

"The speed of time passing in Zhongshan is very different from that of the outside world. One day in Zhongshan is a hundred years in the outside world. This is the Liyuan of the barrier, and the outside is the surface of the barrier, and you... have spent more than half a year here Boy, I think you have some dragon blood, but... a descendant of the dragon?"

"It's the dragon son of Xihai, the horned dragon Ao Lie."

"Horned dragon? I didn't know that in the mundane world... the dragon clan has declined to such an extent."

Zhu Jiuyin sighed, and his voice turned into a dark wind, blowing across the corpses everywhere in the rugged valley.

Zhong Shan is a place of death, never because of the terrifying monsters inside, but because...it is a prison of time.

There, no one can escape, they can only spend all kinds of life forcefully, and finally burnt into a pile of bones.

"Nianru is also a dragon, and I give you a chance... In this world, only the gods can roam the world, live the same life as the sun and the moon, and spread light forever. Would you like to accompany me, cultivate into the body of a real dragon, and share the good fortune of the universe?"

It is a great fortune in my life to have the chance to meet Shenlong.If you can get the guidance of Shenlong and turn into a real dragon, it will be a chance for the dragon clan to struggle for hundreds of years and long for it.This is also, his father's lifelong wish is the lifelong wish of their Dragon Clan!

Ao Lie's mind was in turmoil, and his face was radiant.It's just that he didn't know what to think of, and his breath suddenly stopped.

"My lord Shenlong, the junior came to Zhongshan for something."

"What's the matter?"

"The younger generation's father is afraid that he will die. I heard that Zhongshan is the place of the Dragon Tomb, so I came to visit this time."

"Dragon Tomb? Hahaha... It's just nonsense. It's just because I'm here, the juniors regard this place as the dragon town, and they want to be buried here, but in the end, it's just a fox death." Shouqiu Daima Yifeng's theory."

Ao Lie's figure was half-frozen, and finally he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and made a bow, "Junior, I understand."

"How, can you respond or not?"

"If this junior really cultivates into a divine dragon, my lord, don't these three mountains, four seas, this universe, time and space, allow me to roam around?"

"Yes. But still limited by destiny."

"At that time, the younger generation would like to go back in time to the time of the Fairy and Demon War, and complete a promise with the old friend. I wonder if it is possible?"

Ao Lie's voice paused and dissipated in the wind, like a speck of dust in time.

"I promised one person that I would fight head to head with him when he cultivated into a divine dragon. I also promised another person that I would do my best to protect him and be by his side in this life."

"Life and death are life and death, so it's inconvenient to force it."

"The younger generation will bear the consequences against the sky."

"...That's all. Do as you wish."

Hearing this, Ao Lie heaved a sigh of relief, facing all directions, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"You don't need to thank me. At that time... you may still hate me."

"My lord... what do you mean?" Ao Lie frowned, but he didn't know where Zhu Jiuyin's words came from.

"Your punishment is to take my place and protect me in this deep abyss in Zhongshan Mountain after my death. You will not live or die for thousands of years, ten thousand years, or tens of thousands of years. ...day after day, year after year."

People in this world are all dreaming of immortality.Little do they know——

Eternal life is the cruelest punishment that heaven has sent down.

The wind and the moon are scattered, and the dust is quiet.

Over the years, he loves to miss people, travels miss paths, and does wrong things.

The fire of karma may not be able to burn out the sins of this life.It's time...to take responsibility.

The half-cold voice of the person closing his eyes in the desolation was carved into a moment of eternity in the decadence.

"Junior, yes."

willing, willing...

In the endless years, those last words seem to be echoing and resounding.

Ao Lie forgot how he spent the lonely and desolate years, how he endured the catastrophe of the skin and bones, and how he changed from a young man with white hair to a little by little. Aged, bent...become an octogenarian with white hair all over his head.

Under the sky, the dark clouds have changed several times, and the past has been drunk like a scoop, and the floating life is heavy.

The wandering thoughts receded.Ao Lie looked at Yan Bukong from afar, who seemed to be burned by raging flames and turbid thoughts, his brows and eyes were expressionless, as if his hair was covered with cold water, frost and snow.

"Let go. Although I can't interfere with world affairs, I can give some pointers to the world. At that time...you will find your own death."

Swearing not empty, he tightened his grip on the iron soldier, "Whether it's self-seeking death or a glimmer of life, I only walk the path I want to go."

Ao Lie didn't expect Yan Bukong to be so stubborn, closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"Do you think that no one in this world knows where your heart is?"

As expected, these words hit the vital point of oath Bukong, he narrowed his eyes, full of murderous intent.

"What do you mean by that?!"

"The heart is your fatal acupoint, and also the source of your metamorphosis. If you can't defeat this thing, you will have a chance to survive for a day." Ao Lie's muddy eyes turned around, and passed Hao Hao, who had never succeeded before. In the sky, Tathagata, who had narrowed his eyebrows slightly, passed by Tang Sanzang, who was staring straight at him, and Monkey King, who had a cold expression and complicated eyes.

He paused.Now that I am too old, I don't know...how to face that person.

"Sun Wukong." He pursed his lips and called out, as slowly as water, "The vow is not empty, did you give you anything?"

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Ao Lie to ask this question.

"It's all gadgets..."

That person gave him the ancient aspirations, the exquisite chess piece, the nine-turn toilet ointment, and countless gadgets... But what do these have to do with the heart?

Sun Wukong suddenly didn't know what to think, and his body froze.

……and many more!

He seemed to have opened up a string in his brain, his pupils constricted, and his amber eyes turned into turbulent whirlpools.

"You mean..." He asked back, his voice trembling with astringency, he clearly had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to ask in disbelief, "He gave me that thing?"

At that moment, there should have been a clamorous storm, but the sound of the wind subsided quietly, silent and cold, dark clouds were heavy, and the world was silent.

Ao Lie was silent, and slowly closed his eyes, his white hair fluttering in the long wind.

"Yes."

Monkey King was dumbfounded, and when he turned his head to look at the oath that was far away, for some reason, it was as if a corner of his heart had been gouged out by a wind knife and a frost sword.Desolate as weeds.

【—Have you heard about Pangu’s deeds?

——This island, too.

——Monkey King, every plant, every tree, every flower, every bird, every stone and every river on this island... are all made of your flesh and blood. 】

……

【—I heard from people in the world that the star is the heart.This star is given to you and entrusted to you for safekeeping to prove my sincerity.

--I do not need.

— you're going to need it. 】

if……

If the ancient gods loved to turn flesh and blood into a part of heaven, earth, sun and moon.

If the oath is not empty, he really inherited the remnants of Pan Gu's spiritual consciousness.

If that person collected all his flesh and blood and turned it into an island...

Then why wouldn't he put his heart——

Turn into a seemingly false star on the night sky?

Swearing Bukong looked at Sun Wukong from a distance through a cloud of smoke and water, his eyes were sad, but he was smiling.I don't know what I'm laughing at.

Obviously he has been seized and controlled by the arrogance and turbidity, and the handle of life and death is already in the palm of others, and his life is hanging by a thread, but under the cover of the black mist, in the torment of madness, there is a thread in his eyes. It can be called a warm and cool color that is as clear as water.

It's like cutting out a heart and blood for others to see, but it's pretending to be covered with a layer of dust.

Pretend not to care, pretend not to cherish.

That said, it doesn't matter if you don't want to.

But only he himself knows... He once brought something so precious to that person with his own hands.

At that time, there were thousands of miles of stars, but there was only one person in his eyes.

【—The count of sixty is over. 】

"Sixty is over."

【——This star is for you. 】

"This heart...for you."

The author has something to say: Yan Bukong has always been an extremely fierce person, he hates people simply, such as Sanzang, and his lovers have always been intensely loved, just like Kongkong.

He is extremely bad to the people in the world, but he is extremely good to his sweetheart.

It's just that affection is a tragedy, and it must be read with death.

No matter what his feelings for Wukong are, the one who pays too much has always ended too cruelly.

As long as Xiaobai, in fact, there are quite a lot of blank space.But his fate was already doomed.

Little by little, he got to this point little by little.Glory or misery, nothing can be changed.

sigh