Tathagata Must Be Defeated

In Wanling City, Sun Wukong has only two festivals to invite everyone to get together.

One is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the second is the Spring Festival.

But the Mid-Autumn Festival does not host banquets every year, so the Spring Festival is the most lively day of the year.

After the annual year-end summary, the Hall of All Souls was glamorously glamorous, and the immortals and monsters gathered to celebrate the end of the year.

Wanling City and Shanhai City are also lively and extraordinary, star-studded and full of people.

Under the night, the fairy tales arrived as scheduled and danced in the sky.

After more than a decade of inheritance, this is an unwritten practice.

After the celebration, the hustle and the excitement, in the middle of the night, the immortals left one by one.

Sun Wukong stood at the door of the Hall of Fame and said goodbye to them. He looked at the many fairy lights that the sky had crossed and sighed slightly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

He was sensitive to his ups and downs.

"My path is no longer my own."

Sun Wukong replied.

He overlooked the City of All Souls, although it was late at night, but the brilliant lights were enough to illuminate the night sky.

From the beginning of his studies, to today, Sun Wukong shoulders the expectations of too many people, and it is no longer a person moving forward.

He is the leader and has a responsibility to protect the people who stand with him.

"I am leaving tonight."

Sun Wukong suddenly said.

I was shocked, but I licked my mouth and said nothing.

When Sun Wukong returned to the room, he found that he followed.

"What are you doing with me?"

Asked by Sun Wukong.

"farewell."

Hey replied.

"It’s just a long sleep."

Sun Wukong smiled: "I will get up from time to time to see."

He didn't really leave the Hall of All Souls, so he didn't tell a few people about it.

"I want to see my brother's spells."

I found another excuse.

"Spell?" Sun Wukong thought for a moment: "Alright, let me show you."

He reached out and wrote a dream word in the air.

As soon as the dream word appeared, the golden light flashed and it turned into thousands of glowing butterflies flying in the room.

The room suddenly became full of brilliance, like a fantasy.

"This is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?"

Look at these butterflies: "What are they?"

"Make dreams a mirror of reality."

Sun Wukong said: "My will will be presented through them, and will be transformed into reality."

Hey, come back.

"Brothers want to make a dream with a dream?"

"Yes... no, no."

Sun Wukong shook his head. What he wanted to make was not a avatar, but a mirror.

Although I don't understand it, I understand one thing: "Can your brother go directly to the Tibetan Classics?"

"Not for the time being."

Sun Wukong sighed, and his supernatural power was not so powerful.

Such a distant distance, he can turn dreams into reality, it is already very amazing.

"I can only turn into a mortal."

Sun Wukong said: "There are no Linggen."

Hey: "How do you go to the Tibetan Pavilion?"

"The ladder."

Sun Wukong’s words are concise.

The Donghua Emperor had investigated him in advance, and the Jingjing Pavilion was not in Tiangong, but in Dongsheng Shenzhou, it belonged to one of the three thousand fairy roads and could go up through the ladder.

"Let me take care of Wanlingguo for a good life."

Sun Wukong went to the bed and said: "If it is not necessary, don't wake me up."

"Yes."

He arched his hand and looked at Sun Wukong lying on the bed.

The thousand hundred butterflies flew into his body and disappeared.

After watching it for a while, I decided that after Sun Wu went to sleep, I carefully covered the door and left the room.

Two months later, the harbour of Nanzhaobezhou.

A middle-aged man was thrown off the merchant ship by two boatmen.

"Dumb, no money, what are you going to do?"

The two boatmen shouted: "You are so old, and you have a face!"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, climbed up and squatted on the ground, licking a few heads toward the boatman, silently saying something in his mouth.

He did not understand why he was going to Dongsheng Shenzhou, but he always remembered this matter in his heart, and he wanted to go anyway.

"give."

A sound is heard.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw the teenager in front of him handing a purse.

The middle-aged man looked at the doubts.

"Hold it."

The teenager put the money in his hand and said, "You don't wander around, take the money, find a place to live well."

I don't know why, the voice of the boy is very attractive. He said that the mind of the middle-aged man who wants to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou disappeared.

"Wu Xiang, get on the boat, get off!"

The boatman on the boat called.

"coming."

The teenager responded with a smile, smiled at the middle-aged man, and then ran on the boat.

"You care about what is going on."

The two boatmen took the boy and were worthless for him: "This is a rogue!"

"You are so kind."

The boatmen are stunned in their mouths, but they are not angry.

Wu Xiang was a teenager who was captained by the captain two months ago. He seemed to have suffered a shipwreck and forgot everything about himself. He only remembered that he was Wu Xiang.

When the captain looked at him poorly, he took it down as a boatman. The other boatmen didn't like him at first, but he was able to speak, lively and cheerful, and soon became a part of them.

"You are crazy, and you have to give away the hard-earned money."

After the merchant ship left the port, the rest of the boatmen also set off a teenager: "If you are so defeated, how to marry in the future."

"Women?"

The teenager subconsciously said: "What does the wife do?"

"Of course it is a family business."

The boatmen smiled: "You are not a god, no wife, how to raise old people in the future?"

"Maybe I will be a **** in the future!"

The young man could not help but be cold.

What is great about the gods, he is still Sun Wukong!

"what?"

The boy suddenly stunned.

Wait, what did he think about?

Is he Sun Wukong?

Sun Wukong?

The teenager took a forehead.

"I am sleepy."

After two months of confusion, Sun Wukong remembered his identity.

But he is sleeping, and it is not a simple matter to realize in a dream that he is dreaming.

However, before he had no idea, how could he suddenly understand?

"Someone has stimulated me."

When Sun Wukong thought for a turn, he understood the reason.

He went to the deck and looked at the port that was gradually gone.

The figure of the middle-aged man is heading inland, and there is a shadow between the faint kings.

"It turned out to be him."

Sun Wukong has some accidents.

It is a pity that he does not have a mana now. He is a real mortal. He has no ability to fly over to find the Tota King.

"Wu Xiang, you don't work, what are you doing here?"

The captain went to Sun Wukong.

"captain."

Sun Wukong retracted his gaze and turned to the captain and said: "I have to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou."

Captain: "What are you going to do?"

"Seeking immortality."

Sun Wukong said: "I am going to seek immortality."

In the sky, a few figures flew over, and one of them heard the sound and couldn’t help but look down.

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Asked the immortal who followed.

"It's nothing."

Gou Chen glanced at the teenager on the boat and took back his gaze. He said: "I met a beggar."

The ladder of Dongsheng Shenzhou has really attracted many people, and even Nanzhaobuzhou has people to go.

"Let's go."

Gou Chen Tianzun flew to Chang'an with his subordinates.

Xi Niu Hezhou has decided on the overall situation, he can't help but can only look at Nanzhaobuzhou.