The old Taoist priest Qingchen climbed the hill in front of Lingshan. He looked up and saw that there were thousands of rays of light blooming on the Lingshan Mountain. A large Buddha was surrounded by countless immortals and Buddhas. His face showed a peaceful smile and made an appointment with Mount Sumeru and others.

In front of the big Buddha, a golden monkey, a foot-sized giant winged golden crown, a golden chain mail, and a lotus silk stroll. She held a golden hoop in her hands. She stood stubbornly in front of the big Buddha, and she pointed to the sky and waved the stick towards the face of the big Buddha.

Its feet stepped out of deep cracks on the earth. Facing the perfect, wisdom, peace and light behind the Buddha's head, the lonely crook was straight and straight, as if he had the power of the sky on his shoulders and refused to kneel down.

"Wukong, are you still unwilling to enlighten me?" Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't bear to ask.

"You're enlightened! Monkey!" Nezha also persuaded.

"What's wrong with being a fighting Buddha?" Erlang Shen sighed, as if he was melancholy, regretful, and asked Wukong, and he seemed to ask himself.

Looking at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, they were either disdainful, solemn, or lowered their eyes, Wukong just smiled at the sky, and suddenly three figures appeared in his mind, one was a naughty stone monkey, playing in the Huaguo Mountain, jumped deeper, and a water curtain cave was poked out, and the monkeys were supporting him, and the monkeys were like a monkey king.

One is a fierce ape wearing armor, who drank the Peach Fairy Wine, stole Laojun's golden elixir, wore golden chain mail, and phoenix-winged purple gold crown. He ordered a group of monsters to break through the Lingxiao and was known as the equine heaven.

The last one sat upright on the lotus platform, with countless golden hair flying in the wind, tall and upright, but with a little compassion, wisdom and supernatural powers... The treasure is solemn, and a dark golden robe draped over his body, he was a god and holy Buddha with great compassion and wisdom in Prajna.

"If you are willing... why are you me again?" Wukong asked sadly.

"If I let go of this unwillingness and realize myself, I will naturally defeat the Buddha... But if I wish to be a Buddha, how could I be reincarnated thousands of times, and I will eventually not be able to achieve perfection?"

The Fighting and Victory Buddha in its heart spoke: "Let go!"

Chen Ang's phantom slowly dissipated in the air, leaving only a faint sigh...

The call in my heart is always wandering!

The clouds in the wind, it comes towards me.

The person in the distance is still waiting

The familiar voice is no longer there.

Wukong lowered his head and roared. The pressure from the Buddha in front of him was getting heavier and heavier, like thousands of Mount Sumeru. The powerful skills he had relied on in the past were as if they did not exist at this moment. It was like a body with steel bars and iron bones, but it was just like paper, with straight bent bent bit by bit, and his straight backbone made a sound that was worthless.

Wukong roared, but his voice was already hoarse.

The Buddha Tathagata on the opposite side sighed: "Idiot!"

He raised his right palm and slowly pressed towards Wukong. With a bang, the spiritual mountain under Wukong's feet collapsed, his legs were pierced like a rock, trembling slightly, and its arms were no longer as stable as Mount Tai, but were also trembling with his legs. The huge pressure of the sky-pouring force made Wukong's eyes burst, and a line of blood and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Drops on the ground.

The old Taoist priest Qingchen opened his mouth, wondering how to describe the scene in front of him.

"You said you were leaving and will come back tomorrow? What you once could not forget, do you still remember to come now? Turning around is not considered farewell, but separation is inseparable..."

On Lingshan, the immortals and Buddhas were silent. As Wukong's unwilling roar, there seemed to be a voice singing. The old Taoist priest Qingchen looked back and saw Chen Ang taking a horse and leaving in the sunset.

"If I meet me in the past... please bring him back!"

"Master..." Wukong's voice was already vague. It was suppressed and couldn't breathe. He was still struggling to ask, "When you named me, but because he used to be Sun Wukong?"

Chen Ang didn't look back, "Maybe there is this reason, but in my heart, you have long been the unique Sun Wukong!"

The scenes of the past appeared in Wukong's mind. At that time, Taiqing Zhenren smiled and said, "Since you don't want your surname Lao and want to live forever, then your surname is Sun!"

Chen Ang also said: "You look like a talented person, but you are unruly inside. You would rather break than bend, and you will definitely cause a big disaster in the future. This is your natural ferocity, your willfulness, and your magical nature learned from being a teacher."

"You are like a monkey, and you don't expect you to become a moral person as a teacher. You can't break the stubborn stone and never understand..."

"From now on, you will be called Sun Wukong!"

At this time, its waist had been pressed into a tight bow, and its spine seemed to break at any time. The immortals and Buddhas all over the sky were worried about when it would break its muscles and bones and crush it to the ground.

Wukong stood up inch by inch by face of the pressure of Tathagata’s palm!

His eyes were red, almost bleeding blood mist, and he roared word by word: "Break the stubborn stone... I won't be Wukong! I won't be Wukong!"

The star-calming divine iron given by Chen Ang, created with the alien core, collapsed inch by inch after it was bent to the limit!

The Tathagata's divine palm, supported by it, was horrified and pressed against Wukong. Nezha couldn't help but exclaim. Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun couldn't help but step forward, clenched his fists, and the Bull Demon King who was watching from a distance widened his eyes and looked terrified.

"I said it! I... don't... enlighten!" Wukong roared to the sky, waved the broken golden cudgel, and hit the Tathagata's magic palm. In the broken divine iron, countless divine lights gathered into a golden cudgel, breaking the divine palm that looked like the sky, and hitting the great galaxy that collapsed in time and space and countless universes.

When Chen Ang heard this, he turned around and saw the golden cudgel that was reborn in the broken Dingxing Divine Delicacy Iron, and suddenly showed a smile.

"Apocalypse...I need a golden hoop that is unparalleled in the world!"

"What to exchange?"

"What is the key data of an experiment?"

"What experiment?"

"Can that golden cudgel break Shakyamuni's head?"

"good!"

The golden hoop hit the Tathagata's magic palm that came from the sky. It encapsulated the entire Three Realms and Universes and completely flipped. With all the matter from the four continents and the four oceans, the blow that flipped and crushed was completely torn apart by a golden hoop. The Tathagata's magic palm was broken by a stick.

The golden ape jumped out of it.

Tathagata suddenly stopped his palm and looked at his broken palm silently, sighed: "You won!"

Countless immortals and gods were stagnant from all directions. Suddenly, Nezha exclaimed: "Fight, fight, win, Buddha!" ​​Guanyin Bodhisattva also praised solemnly: "Fight, fight, win, Buddha!" ​​Suddenly, countless immortals and gods praised: "Qi Tian Emperor, fight, fight... Victory Buddha!"

In the midst of the tsunami, Wukong stared at the golden cudgel in his palm, suddenly chuckled softly, and finally looked back.

Turned into ashes and left...

The golden cudgel fell into the dust, smashed the plaque of the Main Hall, and inserted it in front of the gate of the Daleiyin Temple.
Chapter completed!