Great sage? !I crossed? !

Wukong looked at the person standing at the entrance of the cave obsessively, with the same face and figure, but different memories. If the person standing now is you, how wonderful it would be...

"Great Holy Master." Jiang Long lowered his head and clapped his hands together.

Wukong withdrew his gaze, still holding Daoji lying on the ground and muttering to himself.

Jianglong shook his head. "Jianglong came here today to save... save... Dao Ji."

Seeing a monkey hugging him, Jiang Long felt a little twisted.

Wukong's eyes shot brightly, and he rushed to Jianglong in a single step.

"Can you save him?"

"En!" Jianglong took out a glowing bead from his arms, "This is the remaining two souls, six souls and primordial spirit of Daoji floating in the air. It took me nearly a year to put his Collected."

If it weren't for him, it would only take another 50 years to collect the scattered souls in the world.call!Thankfully I know myself well enough...

50 years... has it been 50 years?

Wukong talked with Daoji every day, and sometimes he held Daoji's body in a daze for a whole day when he had nothing to say, has it been a year like this...

Jianglong slowly pushed the luminous bead into Daoji's body, but after waiting for a long time, Daoji still didn't wake up.

"When will he wake up?" Wukong called several times, but Daoji still didn't respond.

"Impossible! As soon as the three souls and seven souls return to their positions, he should wake up!" Jiang Long frowned, lowered his head and made the calculations, "Oh! It's just that he doesn't want to wake up."

"I don't want to wake up..." Wukong looked at Daoji's sleeping face, and thought that the tears that had been shed already fell on Daoji's face again.

Jianglong sees Wukong's deep affection for him... It's really twisted... Although I can't bear to interrupt, but for my Buddhist purpose, I still have to say,

"Master, Daoji can't stay here anymore!"

Wukong ignored Jianglong, but the golden cudgel sensed Wukong's thoughts, flew out of his ears, and nailed him in front of Jianglong.

"Daoji has been here for too long, and has already affected the order between heaven and earth. If he doesn't leave, I'm afraid the Tianzhu will collapse due to the pressure! At that time, the sky will collapse, and all living beings will be doomed forever!"

Jianglong was very anxious and distressed.

"I want to go with him!" Wukong said, hugging Daoji tightly.

"No! The Great Saint is from this time, and he must not accompany Daoji to his time." Jiang Long flatly refused.

"Then you don't want to take him away!" Wukong still didn't look at Jianglong, but the sadness on his face was slowly replaced by firmness.

"Great Saint, why are you doing this? Daoji doesn't belong here in the first place. If you don't let him go, he might never wake up again for the rest of his life."

"Didn't you say that he didn't want to wake up?" Wukong finally looked at Jianglong squarely, but seeing Daoji's face facing him with vitality, Wukong's heart was in constant pain.

"It is destined that Daoji's mission in the world is not finished, but he does not want to wake up. So he will sleep at his original time to wake up and continue his mission. But if the Great Holy Lord does not let him go, let him stay Immersed in the past time, then he will never wake up!"

Seeing Wukong's lost look, Jianglong couldn't bear it after all.

"Great Sage, let Daoji go, and yourself too. Are you going to make him a living dead forever just to be with Daoji?"

Wukong's face turned white, and his gaze towards Daoji also became sad.

Is it God's destiny that you and I can't be together?

I can let you go, but how can I let myself go...

Ever since Jianglong took Daoji away, Wukong has been in the Shuilian Cave blankly, as if dead, lying where Daoji had been sleeping before, not moving without speaking or opening his eyes, as if The second Daoji.

Lovesickness is scary.He can turn a bear into a warrior, and he can turn a hero into a cripple.Which kind of Wukong is, in fact, no one knows.

Maybe Wukong can't bear this lovesickness anymore, or maybe it's predestined in the dark, Wukong went to the Heavenly Palace again, used the time wheel, and went to the time and space that didn't belong to him.

After Wukong threw himself into the time wheel, two figures appeared in the corner.

"Kongde Buddha, is it okay to let Monkey King go like this?"

"Wukong is a born stone monkey, and he has practiced the magic of weeping ghosts and gods. He has already transcended the three realms and five elements, so there should be nothing wrong. Your lord, don't worry."

"Worried? I'm worried that I won't help the monkey escape without telling the immortals and Buddhas!" Jiang Long said with a wry smile and shook his head.

"The Buddha should have known about this, so we should go back and receive the punishment early!" Tang Seng, ah no!The meritorious Buddha turned around and disappeared.

Jianglong looked at the retreating figure of the meritorious Buddha, sighed, and followed him.

In another time and space, Daoji had already woken up slowly, opened his eyes and saw the meditation room he was familiar with, sighed, and got up.

"Master, you're awake!" Zhao Bin passed Daoji's meditation room, saw that Daoji had woken up, and hurried over.

"How long have I been asleep?" Dao Ji was still confused, "Where's Chen Liang? Has he come back?"

Zhao Bin wiped away his tears of joy and said,

"After I came back, Chen Liang came back three days later. Master, you were found lying in the main hall of Lingyin Temple a year ago, but you have been in a coma and didn't wake up until now."

"One year..." Daoji murmured.

"Master, it's a good thing you're back! Why are you crying?" Zhao Bin looked at his master with distress, and stretched out his hand to wipe away Daoji's tears.

"Crying? Did I cry?" Daoji reached out and touched his cheek, it was really wet, but why he didn't know at all...

"Okay! Master! It's good to be back, everyone is worried about you! Let's go out and meet everyone!" Zhao Bin helped Daoji get up and walked out.

"Junior brother!" As soon as he left the room, a huge body rushed over and hugged him, screaming and jumping.

"Uncle Daoji!" Then, two skinny men came from afar to hug him and joined the team.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Can you stop dancing! I'm going to throw up if I dance again! Damn~~" Daoji was bound tightly by Guang Liang, and his ears were almost deaf.

Guangliang and Biqing Bi'an hurriedly let go of Daoji and checked their clothes.

"Wow! Luckily you didn't vomit on me, you stupid man! I just ordered this one, and the price is very expensive!" Guang Liang complained.

"Cut!" Daoji waved his fan disdainfully, "If you scream and dance like this, others will think that this is not Lingyin Temple, but..."

"A lunatic asylum! You said it!" Before Daoji finished speaking, Guangliang Biqing Bian said at the same time.

Daoji rolled his eyes, "I'm too lazy to talk to you!"

Daoji was still Daoji, Chen Liang was confused, Zhao Bin didn't mention anything about the past, and the days passed like this.Daoji is still helping the world and saving people by beating little monsters, Zhao Bin and Chen Liang are still practicing their skills.Chen Liang was still thinking about his little fox, Guang Liang and his two little followers were still laughing and making troubles everywhere every day, and then waited for Dao Ji to wipe their butts.It seems that nothing has changed, but both Daoji and Zhao Bin understand that everything is not as free and happy as before.

Every late night, Daoji would stare at the cloth on his wrist in a daze.He also wanted to completely forget the past and start again, and he also wanted to untie this piece of cloth, but often when he came across the piece of cloth that carried Daoji's countless memories, he just couldn't do it, and finally he would change. Cheng strokes, as if he is not touching the piece of cloth, but the owner of the piece of cloth.

Maybe the heavens will force Daoji to make a decision. Just as he was about to take a nap after packing up an evil game, he inadvertently saw that the cloth strips tied around his wrists were gone, and he couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

"Why did it disappear? Could it be that he lost it when he was fighting with that gecko just now?" Daoji touched his wrist back and forth, feeling empty in his heart, and walked back along the trace he had walked before.

Walking to the place where he was fighting the gecko demon, there was a man standing with his back to him, holding his piece of cloth in his hand.

Daoji was stunned, the figure of that person really seemed to be... no!impossible!How could he come here...

So, Daoji coughed, cleaned up his emotions, and still said playfully,

"The benefactor, the piece of cloth belongs to the monk, please return it to the monk, thank you!"

But that person didn't speak, and just stood there blankly holding the piece of cloth.

Daoji's heartbeat became more and more violent for some reason, and he slowly approached that person, it couldn't be his!Don't give yourself hope, don't...

"donor..."

"Didn't I tell you! You can't get rid of it!" The man spoke with Daoji's most familiar voice.

Daoji froze on the spot, and his heart slowly calmed down, as if he was beside him, feeling at ease and at ease.

Seeing that Daoji didn't respond, the man smiled,

"But I also said that even if you throw it away again, no matter where it is, I will help you find it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man slowly turned around...

"Stinky monk, don't you recognize me?"

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