Xuanzang tied his luggage to his body and finally picked up Miss Duan's body. A book suddenly slid from her arms. Xuanzang was stunned for a moment and picked up the familiar yellow song book from the ground. He saw that the song book was being pieced together again and the different fragments were spliced ​​together in a mess.

Touching the torn skin of the songbook, it seemed that Miss Duan, who could not recognize words, played it bit by bit in the moonlight during the day and at night.

A few drops of water fell silently, wetting the songbook.

He did not see the reincarnation behind him looking at Goben's unpredictable gaze, but carefully put Goben in his arms, hugged Miss Duan, turned around and left here. He tied Miss Duan behind and lowered Wuzhishan.

It was like crossing mountains and ridges again, and this time it was even more difficult. Xuanzang buried Miss Duan in front of the nameless old temple, and returned to the city facing the vast and boundless Buddha.

When I arrived at the broken wall, there were indeed some paintings with wet ink on it. It was a monkey carrying a stick with a ferocious face and grinning, standing above the sky, despising the shadows of the gods on the boundless smoke in the distance, and the paintings were painting a beautiful isolated island in the sea, a beautiful fairy stone.

A ignorant monkey mingling among the monkey group, a divine monkey covered with phoenix wings and feathers facing the sky, and a lawless and violent demon monkey.

Xuanzang said out of the gods: "Master, is this Sun Wukong?"

In front of him, the fat monk who was painting on the wall put down his brush and turned around and said, "Yes, this is the King of Demons, Sun Wukong and Xuanzang, have you gained something when you go to see him this time?"

"The harvest is great!" Xuanzang said: "With his help, I influenced the fish demon and the pig demon, and accepted them as disciples. There were fewer two demons in the world and two more people who truly atone for their sins. At the same time, I also understood my intentions and met someone I really liked, loved, hurt, stubborn, and realized it greatly, and finally lost her."

"You finally didn't fail this time... How about it? Do you understand the real power behind "Three Hundred Children's Songs"?" the fat monk said with a smile.

Xuanzang said sadly: "Yes, I did not fail this time. But the price of success is too cruel!"

He suddenly cried bitterly: "If possible, I would rather start everything again. Why? Master, why? Why am I powerless, why, I can't help but be moved? Why do you have to bear such a price when the person I love is so depressed that you can not hurt others."

"Master!" He raised his head, looked at the monk with messy hair, and said in pain: "Can I ask you a question?"

"I know!" the great monk sighed, "I've loved it!"

"It's not this problem, Master!" Xuanzang wanted to explain, but the fat monk interrupted him.

"I know, protect the big one!"

"Master, stop making trouble!"

"Save my mom!"

"The master has passed away long ago!"

"No appointment!"

Xuanzang finally couldn't say anything: "Master, I'm telling you serious things!"

"I'm also answering you seriously!" The fat monk clasped his hands together and sighed: "I don't regret it!"

Xuanzang looked at him with a strange look and said numbly: "Do you know what I'm asking? Master?"

The fat monk smiled and said, "The answer is not important, the process is important. Ask yourself, do you really need my answer? Or do you already have the answer in your heart when you ask?"

Xuanzang couldn't help but use his head to hit the wall and said in pain: "I understand what is wrong with me, but Master, I can't do it. I really can't do it. I can't make a choice, I dare not face it! I can't bear the heavy responsibility of obtaining scriptures. Master, my disciple is unworthy! You chose the wrong person!"

The fat monk helped him up and comforted him: "No, Master did not choose the wrong person, you are just... still a little short of it."

The fat monk pointed to the painting wall and said, "This Sun Wukong, whose original name is Supreme Treasure, is a bandit king. Because he offended a female devil named Chun Shisanniang, the one who fell in love with the peach blossoms and lost his head. Therefore, the village was slaughtered. However, he fell in love with a woman named Bai Jingjing, who was the junior sister of Chun Shisanniang."

"The female devil Bai Jingjing swept him back to their nest, Chun Shisanniang and Bai Jingjing's master, Pansi Cave where Pansi Daxian lived. By chance, Pansi Daxian believed that Supreme Treasure and her had the fate of destiny. In other words, they had an engagement. But Supreme Treasure thought that he liked Bai Jingjing. A Shura Field between master and disciple was launched."

"In the end, in order to go back to find Bai Jingjing, Supreme Bao deceived Pan Si's immortal and let her fall into the hands of another great enemy, namely the Pingtian Great Saint Bull Demon King!"

"At the last moment, Bai Jingjing finally let the Supreme Treasure know the person he really likes, but it was too late. Chun Shisanniang came to them and killed the Supreme Treasure and Bai Jingjing together. In order to save Pansi Immortal, Supreme Treasure swore in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva that in the next life, he would finally be resurrected and become the demon Sun Wukong with magic power."

"But in the end, Sun Wukong was unable to save Pan Si, which made her die in his arms. He also had a headache because of the bondage of the oath, and made his lover's body slip into the sea of ​​fire and become annihilated! In this extreme anger and resentment, it killed the Bull Demon King, and was also reincarnated as a demon. In the end, it decided to betray its oath and seek revenge on Guanyin Bodhisattva. It became a demon with endless magic power."

"That's, the King of Demons Sun Wukong!"

"No wonder he hates me so much!" Xuanzang said in a daze: "Is the one he wants to protect whom he wants to protect is me?"

The fat monk nodded and said, "Yes! It's you!"

"A bad fate!" Xuanzang sighed, "So, is this the source of Sun Wukong's demonic nature? He became a demon because of my son, committed countless evils, and also made me feel the pain of losing my love. Is he trying to let me understand his grief and helplessness that day?"

The fat monk sighed and said, "Yes! He became a demon because of you, so you also lost your love because of him. In the end, you still need to save the demon in his heart."

"But he has a deep demonic nature and understands everything." Xuanzang shook his head and said, "It's not easy to fool... I mean, influence."

"Yes! The demon is afraid of encountering the kind of person who understands it in his heart." The fat monk smiled and said, "But fortunately he was sealed in Wuzhishan, so that you have a chance. But be careful of his cunning."

The fat monk turned around, but saw Xuanzang looking at him with a look of suspicion. He scolded: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Xuanzang asked, "Master, I'm thinking, has Sun Wukong really been suppressed by the seal?"

"Of course, you have seen him! If it is not suppressed and sealed, how could it be so honest?" the fat monk replied.

"The seal will not be broken?" Xuanzang was still a little confused.

The fat monk waved his hand and said, "That was the seal that the Buddha personally suppressed. How could it be broken? No! It was there, and it couldn't even hurt an ant. It was very harmless! If he was very dangerous, how could I let you find him?"

Xuanzang asked: "But I saw with my own eyes that he beat an exorcist who went to exorcism to death. It was so cruel."

"Is this happening?" The fat monk did not dare to look directly into Xuanzang's eyes, and turned his head as if nothing had happened. Xuanzang said with a bright look: "What I saw with my own eyes is very reliable."

"That must be the seal being loose!" The fat monk sighed: "It's been five hundred years. It's been the Chinese New Year in Heaven! Is it normal for the seal to loosen?"

Xuanzang still looked suspicious, and he asked, "I mean, Sun Wukong was really sealed by the Buddha because he did so many evil things? Could it be that he was just a civil mediation for demolition and then compensated him for a Wuzhishan Lingshan Cave or something?"

"Who said that!" The fat monk jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail, and his face changed drastically: "Nothing is true! The demon monkey was born in Aolai Country, Huaguo Mountain and other things, all are rumors. The temple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea, is definitely not a Huaguo Mountain."

"Xuanzang, you need to tell evidence when you speak!"

He said in a sinister way.

"Master, it's not my business!" Xuanzang said: "I just asked, is it really sealed? What's the key to sealing?"

"Of course he was sealed. Thinking back then, I personally... I mean that the Buddha used the Great Sun Tathagata's true scripture to knock it down from the sky, and his five fingers formed a mountain, suppressing it there. It is true, and there is no lies!" The fat monk replied without looking back, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

"What is the key to sealing? It is the lotus at the entrance of the cave. Remember, you must never pull out the lotus." The fat monk pushed him out and said, "It's about influencing Sun Wukong and saving the world! I'll leave it to you! Don't let Master disappoint you, go! Go quickly! Don't let Wukong wait in a hurry!"

He pushed Xuanzang out and waved, "Go quickly!"

"Master, why didn't you say it earlier?" Xuanzang kept talking, "Why didn't you say it last time? Why didn't you say it last time? Alas?...Master." Xuanzang got a shoe on his head. Seeing that the fat monk had taken off his second shoe, Xuanzang had to hold his head and run away.

...

The magician looked at Chen Xuanzang opposite him and said seriously: "Is this the case?"

Xuanzang nodded and said, "That's it. Sun Wukong was so enchanted. Now, after my master's guidance, we finally found a way to influence him. So I want to borrow the mirror of the demon to let Sun Wukong return to the past and unravel the source of everything."

Zhuang Bifan was already numb, and he murmured: "Supreme treasure, Bai Jingjing, Zixia Fairy... No, it's Pansi Immortal. Why is this plot so familiar?"

"Make a wish to Guanyin Bodhisattva to turn into a demon and go and save Fairy Zixia..." Abe said stiffly, "All the fuck is OK? It's over!"

"It turns out that Journey to the West is actually a sequel to Journey to the West!" Hans real person said half-knowingly.

"It's very reasonable!" said Mark, a Viking man: "The same director or the same subject, there is nothing wrong with it!"

Wukong sat on the clouds and looked at them, complaining, "Why didn't I know, I still have such a past?"
Chapter completed!