Journey to the West: The Ninth Life

When Sun Wukong went to Tang Xuanzang, he was almost tortured by the illusion.

"Where are the demons and heretics coming from? Get out of here, my old grandson!"

bang—

The golden cudgel fell from the sky and smashed down hard.

In the next second, the extremely dense white mist around him was scattered by his threats.

He squatted down, stretched out his hand, and hugged Tang Xuanzang.

His condition is very bad.

Sun Wukong reached out to wipe the sweat off his face, quietly stared at the stubborn monk in his arms who always made him jump in anger, shook his head and chuckled.

"You fool."

"I've lived all these years with demons and obsessions. You don't remember anything. Didn't you say that you are devoted to Buddha? How can you have obsessions?"

Tang Xuanzang is still in a coma.

But I don't know if it's because Sun Wukong broke up the white mist that can confuse people's hearts, his situation has improved a lot.

But after staying in Jinshan Temple for so many years, the monk who has never had other thoughts, and his mind is clear, is ashamed.

in a dream.

He returned to secular life and became an ordinary person, no longer shouldering the responsibility of learning scriptures from the West.

In the eyes of the heart.

Only there is only the figure of the hero peerless.

How can two men be together?

Especially one of them is the legendary Monkey King.

"Who would dare to stop what I am going to do?" Sun Wukong in the dream looked into his eyes with arrogance.

But the monk who had just returned to vulgarity had just grown soft hair on the top of his head, and his handsome and clean face was flushed instantly.

He used to chant scriptures and pay homage to the Buddha, studied Buddhism, accompanied the evening drums and morning bells all day long, and took it as his mission to save all living beings.

But the only thing that didn't stand beside this person was the satisfaction and joy.

"Jin Chanzi, you have ruined the reputation of Buddhism and made a heinous mistake, do you know your mistake?"

"Jin Chanzi, do you know your mistake?"

"Jin Chanzi, you know your mistake!"

One after another, like the sound made by a magic weapon, it is deafening.

Tang Xuanzang trembled violently in the dream.

I saw the Buddha appearing in the air, his eyes were overwhelming, almost killing him.

Made a heinous mistake.

Made a heinous mistake.

Even at this moment, he habitually looked at Sun Wukong immediately.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, he watched helplessly as the Buddha stretched out his hand, and in front of him, he forcibly beat Monkey King to death.

"No!"

Heartbroken!

Eyes crying blood!

"Wake up for me."

Watching Tang Xuanzang's expression gradually becoming painful, Monkey King frowned, stretched out his hand and patted his face, trying to wake him up.

But at this moment, Tang Xuanzang's dream is still not over.

"Golden Cicada."

"It is your life's destiny to learn from the scriptures in the West and achieve true results."

"If you continue to persist in your obsession, then Sun Wukong will be thrown into the Infernal Hell from now on, and he will never be reborn forever!"

"Sun Wukong will bear all the mistakes you made, and you will never be reborn forever!"

Every word is deafening.

Tang Xuanzang almost staggered back two steps.

Blood flowed down the eye sockets.

The usually clear and gentle young monk seemed to be insane.

A pair of eyes were actually blood red.

Put your hands together and kneel on the ground.

"The disciple will never act rashly again."

"Pray for the Buddha, let the Great Sage go."

"The disciple will never act rashly again."

"Pray for the Buddha, let the Great Sage go."

At the end of the sentence, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the pain was so painful.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Seeing the unconscious man lying in his arms spit out a mouthful of blood, Sun Wukong's expression also became more solemn, and he became more and more disgusted with this white mist that could stir people's hearts.

"wake up."

"Wake me up quickly!"

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and called him tirelessly.

Illusions are derived from the deepest demons in everyone's heart.

No matter how superb your mana is, no matter how determined your determination is, you cannot interfere in the slightest from the outside world.In other words, that is the situation of Tang Xuanzang at this moment, and Sun Wukong cannot help him no matter what.

Thinking of the situation he encountered in the illusion just now, he frowned and couldn't help being a little worried.

in fantasy.

When Tang Xuanzang was in extreme pain, he heard a voice from afar.

Extremely familiar.

But do not know where the source.

"Tang Xuanzang, you fool!"

"Wake me up!"

saint...

saint...

While Tang Xuanzang struggled, he managed to regain some sanity. When he looked at the majestic and inviolable Buddha sitting high in the air again, he reacted a little.

"This is an illusion..."

"This is an illusion."

The only way to break through the environment is to realize from the bottom of your heart that what you are in is an illusion.

Although Sun Wukong couldn't help Tang Xuanzang, his voice awakened the little clarity left in his heart.

After a long time.

Yoyo wakes up.

When Tang Xuanzang opened his eyes, the first thing Tang Xuanzang saw was the impatient and worried Monkey King.

His face flushed suddenly, and he shrank back, as if he had been scalded by the place where his body touched.

Sun Wukong frowned.

Seeing that he finally woke up, he relaxed a little.

"What did you encounter in the illusion?"

What did you encounter in the phantom?

Tang Xuanzang murmured for a while, unable to speak for a long time, and even a little afraid to meet Sun Wukong's eyes, for fear that if he looked at him more, he would see through those dark thoughts in his heart.

Seeing Tang Xuanzang's behavior like this, Monkey King's frown became more and more tight.

But didn't ask much.

The so-called illusions and nightmares come from the deepest and most secret place in people's hearts. It is too natural to be unwilling to tell others.

It's just...a person like Tang Xuanzang was simple in his previous life, pedantic in this life, and stubborn in both lives.

Sun Wukong lowered his head to hide all the thoughts in his heart.

He does hope.

This person has been so simple, pedantic and stupid all his life, perhaps, there are not so many messy disturbances.

"Great Sage, just now... did you encounter any illusions?"

After a long silence, Tang Xuanzang still pursed his lips and asked hesitantly.

"No."

Answering without thinking, Monkey King stood up without looking at him, turned his back to him, with a golden cudgel on his shoulder, and said to him: "Let's go, I've been in this illusion for so long, don't go and fight with the master!" Greetings are really rude."

I heard Monkey King say no.

To be honest, Tang Xuanzang was somewhat disappointed.

After the loss, there was deep fear again.He is a monk, and he also shoulders the task of learning scriptures from the west, so what is he thinking about here now.

Not to mention that the Great Sage is not fascinated by the illusion, even if he is, what can he expect?

Or...wish him to be like me...

His face flushed, he shook his head vigorously, clasped his hands together, tried to calm down, and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

But Monkey King, who was walking in front, had a pair of black and golden eyes so deep that he couldn't see clearly.

his vision.

"Go, Monkey King, as long as you kill Tang Xuanzang, then from now on, there will be nothing in this world that can threaten you."

"He is your life and death calamity, and he is the biggest weakness in Monkey King, Monkey King."

"Go, go kill him."

The Buddha's voice was actually full of a kind of bewitchment that was almost hypnotic.

The anger, evil spirit, and killing intent that had been suppressed in Sun Wukong's heart for 500 years were all mobilized by this almost inciting voice at this moment.

The eyes are pitch black.

Poker face.

Extremely cold.

Holding the golden cudgel in his right hand, he walked step by step towards Tang Xuanzang standing in front of him.

Countless figures.

The monks in white, without exception, all looked at him with disgust and indifference, as if they were looking at the most despicable existence.

Such a look.

For the manic Monkey King, it was even more exciting and provocative.

"Kill him, kill Tang Xuanzang."

"He never believed you."

"Go and kill him!"

Lifting the golden cudgel, Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, overflowing with energy, shaving his face so painfully.

He stopped when he was still a finger away from Tang Xuanzang.

The moment the Buddha in the illusion saw Monkey King raising the golden cudgel, a smile of success almost appeared on his face.

next second.

But he didn't see the sneering smile in Sun Wukong's eyes that were as black as ink and completely enchanted.

"what--"

"Break it for me-"

With a loud shout, the stick turned directly and hit the Buddha who had just smiled.

"That's impossible, you—"

At the moment when the phantom of the Buddha was about to disappear, an almost unbelievable emotion appeared in his eyes.

It is obvious that Sun Wukong has become enchanted.

Obviously he has been completely fascinated by the illusion.

next second.

Monkey King turned his head away, put away the golden cudgel, and stood in front of countless Tang Xuanzang in the illusion.

Without the control of the Buddha in the illusion, Tang Xuanzang's expression became a little dull, like puppets one by one.

Sun Wukong chuckled.

A pair of pitch-black eyes dissipated the murderous look and returned to their usual black and golden appearance.

With his head down, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to whom.

Laugh softly.

"You said Tang Xuanzang was my life and death."

"Kill him, and the robbery will be solved."

"My old grandson has never been afraid of anything in this life?"

"As for the weakness..." Sun Wukong raised his head and laughed loudly, and directly dispersed all the white mist in the illusion with a stick.

"From the first time I saw Jiang Liuer 500 years ago, he is my biggest weakness."

"so what?"

"Weakness is weakness."

Sun Wukong's voice gradually sank, and he shook his head, not sure whether it was helplessness or appointment.

At this moment, there was an indescribable tenderness on a face that was unruly, indifferent and full of murderous aura.

"I am his great saint."

Thoughts gathered.

Sun Wukong sighed, turned his head to look at Tang Xuanzang, "Hurry up, or the power of this illusion will be strengthened again."

Tang Xuanzang nodded and followed. Before he could speak, he was startled by the situation in front of him.

An osmanthus tree was planted not far away.

And the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

It was bleeding.