[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

The six-eared macaque's first reaction was to jump away immediately, but it stopped strangely in the middle of the jump, half-stiffly, and stopped in place, neither stopping nor walking.

Whether the Ksitigarbha is choking his neck or not, in fact, Liu Er has no feeling at all. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in a state of soul body, and Liu Er can't even see him. The sentence has a natural sense of alertness, and subconsciously jumped away, but when he fully reacted, he was a little dumbfounded. He seemed to feel a lot of guilt for the death of King Jizo, so he froze his neck and dared not say anything. other actions.

Wukong curled his lips slightly, the scene in his eyes is naturally different from that in the eyes of the six ears, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn't know where the anger came from, and he pinched the six ears and refused to let go, but the eyes were fierce that Wukong didn't know, but after a while He was discouraged, and the soul body pinched Liu Er's neck without causing him any harm at all. Soon after, he fluttered to Wukong with his cassock, and never looked at Liu Er Macaque again.

But Liu Er didn't know, he was still twisting his neck with difficulty, endured for a long time before he had to ask Wukong for help: "...Is he gone, still, still pinching? Has he lost his anger?"

Wukong laughed and waved his hands happily, Liu Er relaxed and turned around himself, but he didn't have piercing eyes, even if he turned the ground under his feet into a hole, he couldn't find the king of Jizo. .

"He's beside me," Wukong pointed to his right side, where there was nothingness, "he's in the state of soul body, you can't see him."

When Liu Er heard this, he was obviously a little disappointed in accepting his fate, and looked around Wukong helplessly for a long time, but he still didn't see anything.With Liu Er's appearance, I really wish I could roll around in the Taishang Laojun's furnace, and then refine a pair of golden eyes.

But Wukong didn't pay any attention to him. After watching it, he felt that these two people became abnormal when they met each other. The six-eared macaque would soften his heart and learn to accommodate, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would actually do something to others, so he should just do it directly. Pinch, Wukong has never seen such a ferocious look of him for so many years.

Baoxiang Majestic is really just a legend,

"What's the matter?" Wukong asked him. The two of them had finished their troubles. Wukong just wanted to know what happened as soon as possible. "What happened to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and killed him like this?"

Wukong can't hear what the soul body says. This is different from the underworld. Many things are restricted in the human world. Fortunately, Wukong can recognize what he wants to express by looking at the shape of his mouth.Ksitigarbha's soul body is obviously much tougher than General Ma's and the others. After such a toss, it doesn't appear to be dimmed at all, which at least reassures Wukong a lot.

The soul of Ksitigarbha was trapped in the human world. Even if Wukong forced him to send him back to the underworld, he would not be able to stay. There is no record of this soul body in the underworld. The Ksitigarbha King couldn't even enter the gate of the underworld.

"I'm too careless."

Ksitigarbha replied that he knew that Wukong couldn't hear him and could only read his mouth, so he spoke very slowly and tried to be as concise as possible when speaking.

Wukong nodded, indicating that he understood, and then asked, "Would you like to listen?"

Di Ting can be regarded as the ear of the Ksitigarbha King, the auspicious beast, and can hear the reason for everything, and can keep you safe. Even if Wukong and Liu Er are fighting for the truth, Di Ting can still hear it, but at that time, it dare not say.

Ksitigarbha was taken aback for a moment, and an expression of extreme remorse gradually appeared on his face.

"It's trapped there," Ksitigarbha said.

Where are you stuck?Wukong didn't quite understand it. In fact, according to Wukong's imagination, he always felt that these people who were recruited were poisoned by someone, but what he couldn't understand was that no matter how powerful Ksitigarbha was, he was just a good man. , who can offend?Who will attack him?

"It's my fault that I didn't choose the right one."

Ksitigarbha added another sentence, but Wukong was a little confused. He remembered the three sentences his three subordinates yelled at him before the soul body disappeared.

"Don't choose blue..."

"Don't choose red..."

"Don't choose cyan..."

These three colors simply made Wukong feel inexplicable, and Ksitigarbha's "not choosing the right one" made him feel even more confused.

"Blue, red, cyan, do you want to tell me these?" Wukong frowned and looked at him, "There is no beginning and no end."

Ksitigarbha smiled slightly, but instead of answering immediately, he replied to Wukong with an even more unintelligible sentence: "I have blinded my eyes."

Wukong was surprised. When he first heard the words of the six-eared macaque, he always thought that the Ksitigarbha King was blinded by someone, but he didn't expect that it was himself who poked his eyes blind.

In terms of soul and body, Ksitigarbha was not harmed in any way. He blinked his clean eyes, and looked down. He was in the ice coffin, his eyes were closed, but there was still a trace of indistinct blood oozing out. Frozen by chunks of ice.

"If I don't, I won't be able to last until then," Ksitigarbha said, and then added, "You won't come to see me and talk to me until you meet Liu Er."

"Why?" Wukong wondered.

"The so-called blue, red, and blue, I have seen them all. The reason why they told you not to choose is because they themselves planted on them, but Wukong, let me tell you, these three colors are not right."

Ksitigarbha spoke very long, and subconsciously sped up his speech. It took Wukong a lot of effort to understand what he was saying, and once he understood it, he was even more confused.

"Why poke yourself blind?" Wukong asked.

"What you see may not be real," Ksitigarbha said. "I didn't completely blind myself. It's just a magic spell. It can be recovered later. Eyes can see anything, but if you can't tell what's real False, then the eyes are an obstacle."

Wukong seemed to understand why Ksitigarbha wanted to find him. His piercing eyes could tell the truth from the fake, but his listening ears were not bad. Why did it also planted?

"Can't you tell the truth?" Wukong asked.

"Ears and eyes are different after all. There is always a difference between what you see and what you hear." Ksitigarbha said, "In times of danger, even a little mistake is not allowed."

Wukong frowned, he had the illusion of falling into a pit.

"Only you can save us, Wukong, your three generals, and me, Di Ting, can only be saved by you and Liu Er," Ksitigarbha's earnest eyes seemed to pierce directly into his heart , "Only you."

Wukong was a little overwhelmed.Thousands of years ago, when he was learning scriptures, or even earlier, when he became the king of Huaguo Mountain, countless people said to him, "I can only rely on you," "Only you"...

The younger brother said so, the master said so, his demons said so, everyone said so.It's just that once he arrived in the Buddhist world, no one would say that anymore, life was too peaceful, there were no other disturbances, and no one needed his help anymore.

This was an opportunity to be free, and Wukong was indeed free. This may be the place where the ancestor hated the Buddhist world and the Tathagata. He never did it himself, he never did it on purpose, the leisurely environment, unconsciously. Grinding Wukong into a flat temper.

"Okay," Wukong heard himself speaking, his heart seemed to come alive, "I'll help you."

I have to say that the ancestor is contradictory. He hopes that Wukong can get back his courage and hostility, but he doesn't want his precious apprentice to get hurt a little.Blood energy can only be recovered by living on the tip of a knife, like being careful every step of the Wei family, like seeing blood with a six-eared macaque, this is undoubtedly taking back Wukong's courage and brutality invisibly. Qi, after leaving the Buddhist world without waves, it is destined to be a bumpy journey.

At this time, the golden cudgel was still standing beside him, and when Wukong said that sentence, he quietly held his hand.

Marshal Ma fell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fell, and Li Ting also fell. Even though Wukong has piercing eyes, the danger in it is self-evident.

"I will protect you," he said in a low voice, Wukong was so close to him, he could naturally hear what he was saying, the words were simple, but there was a prudence in them, which made Wukong look sideways at him subconsciously , "I'm by your side, Wukong."

Wukong didn't wave his hand away this time, and let him hold it with a soft snort. Sometimes, he really felt that the weapon transformation brought him more than just an increase in force.

Except for the golden cudgel, no one ever said such words to him. Most of the people were waiting for his bloody return. Only the golden cudgel was willing to take half of the blood that drenched on him.

"Then you have to listen to me," Wukong looked at him, "don't allow yourself to make arbitrary decisions. I have sharp eyes, but you don't."

Golden Cudgel nodded with a smile, looked into Wukong's eyes, and gently squeezed out a pool of warm water.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you," Ksitigarbha looked at him persistently, "I know you blame me for not speaking completely, but even I am not sure whether what I saw is true or false, let me tell you , will only give you the trouble of choosing. Wukong, the more I tell you, the more I will harm you."

Receiving the wrong information is worse than receiving no information at all.

"Then how can I save you?" Wukong frowned, "At least tell me who did it..."

"Don't worry," said Ksitigarbha with a smile, "you don't have to look for it yourself, it will come to you."

Liu Er was watching helplessly, he could hear what Wukong said, but he didn't know what Ksitigarbha said. One finger: "What's the use of the six-eared macaque? Can I kill this fake?"

Ksitigarbha gave Liu Er a sideways glance, shook his head, and said, "Impossible."

"why?"

"This is a game of truth and falsehood, which confuses everyone's eyes." Ksitigarbha blinked, "Isn't Liu Er and you also an indistinguishable truth from falsehood?"

It is also a cracking method to deal with the person's body in the same way—it's just a cracking method that needs to be verified.

The author has something to say: Wukong: You have to listen to me.

stick: ok

Wukong: I asked you to play six ears, you have to listen

stick: ok

Wukong: According to Xiao Zha's bad taste, this dungeon must be more troublesome, so you have to follow me.

stick: ok

Wukong: And don’t kiss me secretly when you sleep at night

stick: no

Scumbag author: [wretched laugh]