Journey to the West: The Ninth Life

"Marshal Canopy disregarded the laws of heaven, despised the Jade Emperor, and did things to slander and corrupt Fairy Chang'e. It is an unforgivable crime."

"I would like to abide by the decree of the Jade Emperor, and immediately escort the sinner to the canopy to go to the Zhuxian Terrace, cut off the bones of the immortals, cut off the fate of the immortals, and immediately be demoted to the mortal world, and enter the animal realm to be punished by the third generation."

The voice of Tian Nu reading the decree of the Jade Emperor was very sharp.

In Tianpeng's ears, it was a little dazed.Ever since he became Marshal of the Canopy in charge of one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, he almost forgot how long it had been since he knelt in front of the crowd and was spurned by them.

Those immortals who surrounded him respectfully in the past looked at him at this moment. Apart from avoiding it, they shy away from strangers, for fear of having the slightest connection with him, a sinner who is about to be cast into the animal realm.

A chuckle.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart.

The woman standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree could not be restrained from appearing in his mind.

1000 Ah.

Before, he always felt that 1000 years was too long.As the most majestic canopy marshal in this heavenly court, he humbled himself like dust in front of that woman.

He waited for a full 1000 years.

I have also been irritable, desperate, and even determined to give up.

Until now.

In a daze, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that 1000 years was too short.

It was so short that he didn't even have time to take another good look at her.

Chang'e.

Kneeling under the cold palace, he heard himself say.

"Let me see Chang'e again."

"Let me see her again."

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Tang Xuanzang stood on the spot, looking up at the images in front of him. For some reason, he was clutching his chest, his face wrinkled together.

There is some dull pain in my heart that I can't express.

"My lord, I think...Marshal Tianpeng is so pitiful."

Without answering Tang Xuanzang's question, Sun Wukong squinted his eyes and stood on the spot, looking at the canopy kneeling on the Zhuxian Terrace in the phantom.

A chuckle.

He lowered his head to look at Tang Xuanzang.

"You monk, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil, and desire are all taboos in Buddhism. How can you still sympathize with Chang'e if the canopy has a wild heart for Chang'e?"

"I..." Tang Xuanzang wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say.

His gaze fell on Marshal Canopy in the phantom.

He devoted himself to serving the Buddha, so he should cut off all human emotions.

Marshal Tianpeng is indeed crazy about Fairy Chang'e.

But for some reason, when he saw him kneeling on the Zhuxian Terrace, there seemed to be some deep hidden memories and emotions in his mind, surging and wanting to overflow.

He always felt.

It seems that somewhere, I have seen such a similar scene before.

It seems that somewhere, there was once a person kneeling on the Zhuxian Terrace, and the blood on the ground was more miserable and terrifying than the appearance of Marshal Canopy.

Heart like a knife.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Xuanzang was convulsed all over, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

Sun Wukong shouted loudly.

"Calm down, don't think about it!"

"This is an illusion that can inspire the deepest demons in people's hearts!"

Before he finished speaking, the white mist in the dense forest was churning and thickening, and when he reached out to grab Tang Xuanzang again, it was in vain.

People are missing?

People actually disappeared?

The eyes are about to crack.

Sun Wukong continuously breathed the churning white mist into his body, and his black and golden eyes gradually began to turn blood red.

Tang Xuanzang.

Jiang Liuer.

"Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, has a body like black iron, with piercing eyes, immortality and 72 changes, a somersault cloud, it is a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

An immature and loud voice came from a distance, one sentence at a time, Sun Wukong heard this voice, his eyes became more blood red, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Standing in place, staring closely at the depths of the white mist in the distance.

The little monk in gray robes carried a bamboo basket on his back, his eyes were bright, and he jumped up and down as he walked.

He walked towards Sun Wukong step by step, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he ran over quickly, looking up at him.

Sun Wukong's eyes were scarlet, his breathing was heavy, and he stared at the little monk who appeared in front of him.

He saw him looking at him with a silly smile.

He called him Dasheng.

Great St.

Sun Wukong trembled all over, tentatively wanting to go forward to grab him, just as he stretched out his right hand, the little monk who was smiling at him just now disappeared like a cloud of white mist .

The fog rolled.

next second.

The young monk in white robes walked towards him step by step.

Refined, elegant and personable.

Only when he was facing him, he looked very much like when he was a child.

"My lord, I'm so hungry."

"Great Sage, Great Sage, will you accompany me to make alms?"

Staring blankly at the living monk standing in front of him, the veins on Sun Wukong's forehead were throbbing, and his heart was almost about to burst.

However, he couldn't help but his eyes flushed red.

With a rough voice, as if it had been sanded, he nodded and said yes.

This time, he didn't even dare to reach out to touch the monk in front of him, for fear that if he stretched out his hand, he would turn into white mist and disappear again.

But keep going, keep going.

The white mist turned.

The picture also changed suddenly.

A bloody place.

The monk in white who was still smiling at him just now was lying on the ground, losing all vitality, and would be wiped out in the next moment.

Bloodshot eyes.

After 500 years.

He thought hard and kept that memory deep in his heart.

But at this moment, she actually watched him die again with her own eyes.

With a loud roar, the golden cudgel was swung, flying sand and rocks.

If there are other people here, I am afraid they will be frightened by Monkey King's appearance at this moment.

The blood vessels burst, and the whole body was covered in blood mist.

Clutching his head, he rolled around on the ground, in pain.

But the white mist in the dense forest is getting more and more tumbling and steaming, almost so dense that it can't be seen by the eyes.

"Sun Wukong, you were conceived and born by Nuwa Stone."

The golden statue of Buddha appeared in the middle of the dense forest at some unknown time, condescendingly looking down at the blood-smeared Monkey King, his voice was majestic and low, with an indescribably demagogic air.

"Tang Xuanzang is the catastrophe in your life."

"He is the greatest catastrophe in your life."

"If he dies, you will transcend the six realms and become the strongest in the five elements."

"If he lives, you will die without a burial place, and ten thousand years of practice will be destroyed in one day."

The Buddha paused every word, and between waving his hands, countless figures of Tang Xuanzang appeared in front of Monkey King.

"He doesn't remember you anymore."

"He is no longer Jiang Liu'er from the previous life."

"He doesn't believe you."

"If you protect him and live, then you will die without a place to die."

"From then on, there will be no Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, and your Huaguo Mountain will be shrouded in karma and will never see the sun again."

The white mist billowed.

In front of Sun Wukong, all the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain appeared, one by one, dying, ruined and miserable.

Then, it was himself.

After escorting Tang Xuanzang to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, he died without a place to bury him.

Scarlet eyes.

Blood all over the world.

Sun Wukong's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the more white mist he breathed in, the more unconscious he became.

stumbling.

Holding the golden cudgel in hand, stand in place.

Countless Tang Xuanzang stood in front of him with cold and strange eyes.

"You kill, tyranny, cruel."

"From now on, you have nothing to do with the poor monk."

Heart burst.

Monkey King roared loudly, tears of blood burst from his black golden eyes.

But the Buddha's voice, on top of his head, became louder and louder, and the smell of bewitching became more intense, almost drawing out all the murderous aura that had been suppressed for 500 years in Monkey King's heart.

Scarlet eyes.

"Go and kill Tang Xuanzang."

"Monkey King, go and kill Tang Xuanzang."

"As long as you kill him, your life and death will be undone, and all the disasters will disappear."

"He never believed you."

"Go and kill Tang Xuanzang."

One sound, like a drum beating, struck Monkey King's heart, the veins all over his body protruded, the blood flowed backwards, and there was a bang.

A pair of eyes completely turned into pitch black.

Enchanted!

Step by step.

The golden cudgel was on the ground, making a piercing sound.

Looking up at the countless figures of Tang Xuanzang standing in front of him, Sun Wukong's eyes are extremely violent.

Killing intent.

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Tang Xuanzang's situation at this moment is also very dangerous.

Compared with Sun Wukong, he is a mortal body, but he is superior in his simplicity of mind. All the effects of illusions are naturally not as serious as Sun Wukong.

But even so.

His current situation is also very bad.

very bad.

In his illusion, it is Sun Wukong wearing flaming gilt armor and a scarlet cape, with his back facing him sitting on the cliff.

It was very quiet all around.

It's almost as if the whole world has lost its sound and is blurred into a painting, only the back, posture, outline, and even the hair fluttering in the wind of that person are clearly visible, frame by frame, frozen into a painting.

"Great Saint."

Take a tentative step forward.

Until I saw Monkey King's face.

What I saw was his phantom human form.

The edges and corners are sharp, and the black and golden eyes are as deep as a vast sea of ​​stars.

Didn't even have time to speak.

next second.

The overwhelming kiss fell.

Tang Xuanzang was stunned there.

However, this kind of touch is so clear that people can't ignore it at all. The breath and taste that belonged to Monkey King made him completely lose the ability to think.

It wasn't until he couldn't restrain himself from pandering to him that he heard the intermittent voices overflowing from his mouth that he realized what he was doing now.

His face flushed.

Heart beats like a drum.

Pushing away the domineering Monkey King in front of him with a bang, he faltered and couldn't speak.

next second.

In the depths of his body, an indescribable surge of desire and impulse rose up.

Monkey King stood in front of him, motionless.

He looks at him.

The whole body is dry and hot, and the heart beats faster.

eager.

Primal longing.

The white mist breathed into his body, Tang Xuanzang could hardly control his actions, and walked towards Monkey King step by step.

Painful, depressing.

Stop.

His rationality told him no, but in the depths of his subconscious mind, he was almost ashamed, almost tormented, and wanted to get close to Monkey King.

Blood welled up all over his body, he was restrained and impulsive at the same time.

Suffering great pain.

further.

Then Jin Chanzi's tenth life practice was ruined.

Take a step back.

His blood vessels burst, and he was in pain.

"Great Sage..."

"Great Sage..."

Tang Xuanzang fell to the ground, and when he was in a trance, his heart was full of joy and pain.

Monkey King Monkey King.

He actually had such thoughts about the Great Sage.

Inside the illusion.

Sun Wukong lost his mind and became murderous.

Tang Xuanzang was fascinated by the illusion and was in danger.

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