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

Until a long time later, Sun Wukong couldn't understand why Yan Bukong would put such an important thing with him.

Is it because the most dangerous place is the safest place?

Or is he betting that he will not hand over the thing?

Sun Wukong couldn't understand the oath.Unable to comprehend the cause of his desperate madness.

But sometimes, he sat alone on the rugged boulder of Huaguo Mountain, watching the bright moon and thousands of miles of stars in the sky.

He counted from one to sixty and back from sixty to one.

He thought about that person, and about the heart that their blood was similar.

He thought, maybe there is a little bit... He understands.

Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, killing gods and stepping on the Buddha, the Qianqiu is arrogant and arrogant, unruly and arrogant, and it must be done vigorously. When this is the No.

Swear not empty, not his shadow.

Maybe that person was a part of him.

He did everything he wanted to do for him.

Including that thought, greed, hatred, ignorance, love and desire.

"Goku."

He still remembered, hanging high above the clouds, that person was calling him coolly.

"I bet you won't fail me."

All kinds of killing intent, all kinds of evil spirits, and all kinds of evil spirits have faded away, and the man looks like another Monkey King in this world.

There is a master who loves him, a teacher and a brother who are friends, and enjoy the honor of the world, the Monkey King.

But...he never did.

From the moment he was born, all he had was hatred and pain.There is only indifference to human feelings, only infamy in the world.

In this world, no one loves him.

The monsters surrendered to his feet, but they wanted to punch and kick and do whatever they wanted.

The Dragon Clan suppressed the Four Realms for him, just to transform into a god body as soon as possible.

Utilization, deception, betrayal...all these have always emerged endlessly.

Even Sun Wukong was just robbed by him, and he was forced to stay in Wutianjie, and was forced to stay by his side.

No one has ever loved him, and he doesn't know how to love.

It's hate, it's hurt, which makes Ru immediately raise eyebrows and cold eyes to the fullest.

"Monkey King, give me that heart."

Haotian sighed, looking at the faintly bright star that Sun Wukong took out from his arms, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

But Yan Bukong kept silent, didn't say anything, Rumo's eyes just looked at Sun Wukong so deeply, thousands of words seemed to have been annihilated in a thousand feet in an instant.

【—I bet you won't fail me. 】

In fact, there is never anything in this world that is not a gamble.

It's up to you to be the moth or the fire.

Sun Wukong was so attached to Xingzi, as if he was holding something of great weight, his face was heavy.

"Sun Wukong, don't hurry up and give me this evil heart! The common people in this world are all tied to you now, do you want to be a sinner who betrayed the world?"

Seeing that the man did not move for a long time, Haotian raised his eyebrows as if a little anxious, and raised his voice a little, shaking the wood.

And the oath is not empty, but just still smiling, the smile is slightly cool.It is so dazzling that it hurts the eyes.

What are you laughing at?

Do you think it's funny to see him hesitate?

Is it funny to give all the choices to one person?

Do you find it funny even if it is at stake? !

Sun Wukong stared at Xibukong, and at that moment, thousands of waves surged in his heart, and the turbulent waves engulfed Xinyu, Water, Island, Luzhou, Shazhu.

It was like a certain piece of my heart sank a little bit.Trapped in isolation and helplessness.

Even the bubbles that emerged were buried in nothingness.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was wavering, Haotian immediately gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, took a step forward and wanted to fly over to snatch the valuable thing.

It's just that there was a sudden change at that time, and the figure in front of him flashed, and someone was one step faster than him.

The sleeves embroidered with gold silk fluttered, and the wind began to sound suddenly and sharply.

"If... come?!"

Haotian's pupils dilated, as if he didn't expect that the Xitian Buddha, who has always been compassionate and pays attention to benevolence and righteousness, would also secretly attack.

At first, Sun Wukong noticed a gust of wind blowing beside him, and immediately turned away nervously and defensively, but he was so fast that the only person left in the wind was the illusion of 32 phases. They surrounded him heavily.

"Sun Wukong, it was because of you that I vowed not to be empty. You tied the bell, and it was because of you that you untied it. Why don't you hand over the demon heart quickly?!"

The 32 Tathagatas sit cross-legged on lotuses, each with a solemn and precious appearance, with fingers in their hands, but no smiles.

Xie Bukong didn't expect that Tathagata would do something bad, so he jumped forward with a slight frown, raised the iron rod and attacked Tathagata.

Although the strength of that person has soared now, it is not the same as before, but the 32 transformations of the Tathagata have their own coups, and the sudden changes of the sky and the sky are inextricably entangled.

Sun Wukong looked at Tathagata with a slightly stagnant expression, pursed his lips and didn't say yes or no.

"Heh, it seems that you still want me to be serious..." Seeing this, the Tathagata shook his head and sneered, then stretched out his hand and attacked, falsely and falsely.

The 32 phases faced the entanglement of vowing not to be empty, and at the same time began to mutter moo, ba, coax, and the avatars quickly switched positions, one pressed down the five fingers of the giant palm, one summoned the swastika prisoner, and the other transformed into various Weapons, one formed a lotus seal on the chest.

Sun Wukong's heart tightened, he plucked a few hairs and exhaled, and transformed into many incarnations, each facing the enemy, dealing with the Buddhas who wanted to take the demon heart from his arms.

Tang Sanzang on the side looked at the situation of bullying the few, and his heart tightened and he narrowed his eyes.He was about to take a step forward, but the heavenly general who had been staring at them secretly for some time bound his hands with a fairy rope, and even Zhu Wuneng and Sha Wujing were suppressed together.

"Hey, let go! What are you doing? What are you doing to tie me up!!"

Zhu Wuneng struggled and shouted, but Sha Wujing was seriously injured and had no strength to resist.

With his hands behind his back, Haotian looked at them coldly from high in the sky, his eyes were ruthless, and he was not moved at all.

"Don't worry too much."

he said.It's as if the demons they killed, the demons they brought down, and the turbidity they eliminated were never worth mentioning in the eyes of that person, in the eyes of the aloof king.With just one change, all achievements can be wiped out.

The long wind shakes the sky, and thousands of clouds change abruptly.

Some people's eyes were red, and some people's hearts were red.

Even Sun Wukong himself didn't know, obviously he wanted to hand over the things in his arms to calm the storm in the city.

But why at the end, the painful blood dripped from the fingers, and even the criss-crossed scars all over his body couldn't let go.

【——Didn't you see that his face was turning blue?What else do you practice? ! 】

【——This seat tells you to put your heart into your mouth! 】

【—I heard from people in the world that the star is the heart.This star is for you. 】

【——It is agreed that you can only draw five strokes to win a game, but you are not allowed to draw more. 】

……

Memory is like a sharp and cold dagger. When you look at the blue color that jumps out on the front, you think that the dawn is finally here.

Little did they know, what was greeted was the sharp pain piercing into the heart.

……

"Great, Great Sage, what are you... looking at?"

A long time later, in Huaguo Mountain, the idiot beside him listened to him talk about the changing past with a dull expression.

"... didn't see anything."

"Then, what happened to the story you told?..."

Sun Wukong looked back from Cang Ye, Moonlight and Stars, "Later?"

His eyes blurred for a moment.

"Do you know, the boundless sea?"

The man shook his head in doubt.

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment.The sound of the wind was hoarse, and all the insects sang, only the night saw his trembling face.

"The boundless sea... is the immeasurably wide and immeasurably deep river and sea beyond Mount Sumeru. It is also called the Great Sea of ​​Silence."

Nirvana Nirvana, boundless, all teach people to let go, all to separate this life, all to fade away.

After entering the boundless sea, there will be no reincarnation and no afterlife.

It is impossible to return to the secular world, and it is impossible to have the opportunity to meet duckweed again.

Sometimes Sun Wukong thinks that it would be nice if everything was over for good.

After all, you don’t need to tie it like you are now, hang it, remember it, let you know that there is such an existence, but you will never see it again in the next life, the next life, and forever.

The two who were once the closest in this world ended up the farthest in the world.It's like a ridiculous play full of absurdity.

"Hey, Da, Da Sheng, why are you... crying?"

"..."

"You read it wrong."

Someone's whisper fell into the night, like a drop of stained water in a trance.

"It's because the moonlight is too cold."

Following the war between the three clans and the gods and demons, the battle between the fairy and the demon ended with the death of the dragon who intervened in the Tathagata.

Although the body dies, it only destroys the body.

Swearing that Bukong was transformed by Pangu's spiritual consciousness, as long as the turbid energy still exists for a day, he will not die for a day.

Therefore, the best punishment and guard for him is not to destroy, but to imprison.

Just like being imprisoned in the eternal life of ten thousand years, imprisoning him in the boundless sea, there is no way back for eternity.

When the faintly throbbing heart was smashed by Tathagata, the sky was full of blood, like red catkins.

As for the oath, Bukong finally held up the stick with one hand, and half-kneeled in a pool of blood in a powerless state.

There is pain everywhere in the limbs.It is densely packed, as if the skin and flesh have been peeled off, and the bones and blood have been broken.

The man who said that evil will overcome the turbidity of the sky must win the clean, the man who made a mistake in a century-old plan, and the man who lost everything because of the dragon disrupting the situation, was still thinking when he fell down——

"Not reconciled, not reconciled..."

Everyone in the world knows that the world of heaven is not good, but this floating world is full of lies and deceits...

How could it not be another chaotic and heavenless world decorated with jade tripods and golden treasures, beautiful and greasy, fat and black powder?

In the future he dreamed of, there should have been a horse riding a horse to control the world, and there should have been monsters bustling the world.

No discrimination, no oppression, no inequality.

There should also be him and Sun Wukong... Together in the downtown area, strolling around the lanterns, enjoying the rivers and rivers, watching flowers, snow, moon, and heaven and earth together.

There is no annoying Tang Sanzang, and there is no eye-catching Tathagata Haotian... and there are no different people in the world between them.

"This seat... is it defeated by cough, cough cough! This... this heart?"

Panting for breath, he looked up at Ao Lie who was standing high in the sky, his eyes began to fade, wondering if there was a definite number in the fate of the latitude and longitude.

Ao Lie said silently, "If you don't have this heart, you will eventually find another way to die."

He sees the past, present and future, and he can see too much, too much.

Swearing Bukong coughed up a mouthful of blood with a half-smile, "Ahem! So...that's how it is."

In this life, he has tried his best to do what he can do, what he should do, and what he should do.

It's the sky that has no mercy, it's the sky that has no mercy!

"Then what I'm asking for...is there a chance?"

He waited for an answer.

For half his life as a soldier, what he wanted to fight and demanded at the expense of being a sinner was actually nothing more than a gleam of light at the end of the day.

Ao Lie looked at that person quietly, everything around him seemed to be silent.

Someone was making a fuss, confused and at a loss.

Someone was out of control, hoarse and insane.

Others laughed, relieved, and indifferent.

All the heat and cold have nothing to do with that person.

The heaven and the earth are the tombs, and the red blood is the stele.That person will end up like this in thousands of futures.

And what he asked for...

Ao Lie closed his eyes and nodded. "have."

He said, not sure if it was the truth, or just casual words to comfort the dying man.

But she swore not to listen, a gleam of light suddenly glowed in her withered eyes, as if she had seen the most radiant and brightest sun.

Coughing violently, trembling, with the last bit of strength in his body, he threw a ball of light in his hand to Tang Sanzang... The silent words murmured in his mouth may only be known to the two of them.

From the corner of his eye, someone was running towards him, as if stepping through thousands of clouds of fire.

Xie Bukong looked dazed, as if watching an old dream.

In the dream, that person was just as he expected...among the crowds all over the world, he came to him alone.

"Swear not empty! Swear not empty...not empty...not empty..."

Whose lips moved, trembling slightly, without blood.

only……

After all, he didn't have the strength to hug the man anymore.

Consciousness is like lost sand.The more you struggle, the more you can't grasp it.

"Five six, five seven... five eight..."

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Xie Bukong counted slowly.

"Fifty nine...sixty...sixty..."

The sky and the earth faded into a section of paleness in the eyelids amidst the blood, and he gradually closed his brows stiffly, just like closing the day of life.

"sixty……"

Those lips that had been stained with blood finally stopped opening and closing just like that.

No one knew what he was counting.

It was as if there was no one in this world who understood him.

Time seems to be wet wings soaked in water, even the stillness of breathing becomes a heavy shackle.

Monkey King hugged the man blankly, but couldn't even keep a trace of existence.

The sworn-bukong body turned into thousands of fragments of nothingness, shining with light, flowing back to heaven and earth, and disappeared completely, as if there had never been such a person in heaven and earth.

The only difference, perhaps, was that the gloomy sky changed instantly.

Clear the clouds to see the sun, the stars and the moon are faint, the spring breeze turns into fog, and the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away.

【—Have you heard about Pangu’s deeds? 】

【——Creating the world, turning the left eye into the sun after death, the right eye into the moon, the hair and beard into the stars, and all parts of the body into spring wind, clouds, mountains, rivers and earth, he is one of the ancient creation gods. 】

From then on, the man's consciousness drifted in the boundless sea, and his figure... turned into stars, sun, moon, mountains, rivers and clouds.

No matter what, it will never be within reach in this life.

When the war is over, the heaven and the human world put away the gongs and drums and return to the horses to herd the cattle.That night, the whole world was brightly lit and sang a feast to celebrate the victory of the war, but Monkey King was sitting beside Tang Sanzang on the high cliff.

The moon is bright and cold in the night.

"Master, don't worry. I'm fine."

Sun Wukong said, but his voice was hoarse for some reason.

He forced a smile, turned his head away, and pretended to count the stars in the sky.

"Master, look, there are so many stars... one... two... three..."

He counted casually, half-familiarly.

"Five two, five three, five four..."

The moonlight is so cold, it's like returning to the dark and gloomy world of no heaven.

What do you say is good about being without a heavenly realm?

Why do you have to shrink in there, go to the world and have a good time, don't set off that bloody storm... Isn't it good?

"Five five, five six, five seven..."

They might be able to reign side by side in Huaguo Mountain, one is responsible for picking peaches, and the other is responsible for carrying them, picking all the ivy and peach trees in the mountain, and trampling all the colorful mountains and rivers.

"Fifty-eight...fifty-nine, sixty..."

He can even ask his master to teach him, and let his juniors also call that person senior brother.

There is no heavy responsibility, no infamy, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers at will.

only……

"Sixty, sixty..."

Tang Sanzang looked at the lonely sky, heard several voices in his ears, and silently hugged Monkey King tightly.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly stopped, and asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Master...after sixty, what is it?"

……

【—Hey, why do you only count to sixty every time?

—Isn’t it possible?

——Why don't you count to a hundred?

——As I wish.

—You can’t only count to sixty, can you?

—Who told you that? More than 60 is a good number, and Jiazi reincarnates, which is the realm of Dzogchen!

——Then you count to 61.

- not counted.

——What is behind 59?

--sixty.

——What is behind sixty?

——…

——So you really can't count to sixty!

--very funny?

--very funny.

--Say it again?

- I said - very, good, laugh.

--you! ... Do as you please, laugh as you like. 】

Everything in the past will eventually disappear, like water without a trace.

61 reincarnation.

It's ridiculous that the man can never count to sixty.Can never escape reincarnation.

The oath is not empty, and it will eventually become empty.

The author has something to say: the number of words has exploded_(:3」∠)_

Well, the final chapter of this volume is over.

Bukong boss will be permanently offline, sigh.

Going home during the Dragon Boat Festival these few days, I may spend a lot of time with my friends, try to keep it updated...but if there is no update, please forgive me hahhhh! ! ! !