Chapter 455 How can I forget the Journey to the West

Sun Wukong put on his boots made of catching lightning from dark clouds.

Sun Wukong tied a cloak dyed red from the rising sun.

"What else?" He stretched out his hand.

"No more." Fairy Road.

"No more?"

It's strange. Why do I always feel that there is something missing in this dress? Sun Wukong thought.

He took the golden staff in his hand and walked out of the hall.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the face exactly like him in the distance, smiling unbridledly. The storm rolled wildly behind him, rolling the blood-red flames in all directions.

In front of the Monkey King, all kinds of gods were waving knives and guns, but they only shouted and dared not go forward. This scene seemed to have been seen somewhere.

A sneer also appeared on Sun Wukong's face.

The noise of the gods suddenly calmed down. They looked forward and back.

On both sides of the gods, there are two stone monkeys standing, with the same posture and the same expression, as if the sky is divided into two, reflecting the other half.

The giant spirit god seriously looked for himself in the group of gods. He did not become two, so he believed that no one had erected a huge mirror in the air.

"Who are you!" Sun Wukong shouted.

The sound was whirled in the air by the strong wind pouring in from outside the sky, torn and gathered at high altitude, and rolled from one side to the other side. So there were voices everywhere: "Who are you?"

Sun Wukong suddenly felt that he was talking to a shadow. Maybe he should not ask, but should break the mirror, if any.

"Why did you become my grandson?" Sun Wukong asked again.

The opposite side did not answer. Shuo Feng picked up a large area of white feathers and rolled it up. It turned out to be snow. For a moment, the figure opposite was already hazy, but Sun Wukong clearly felt a cold ridicule on the face exactly the same as himself.

"Ah--" He shouted and rushed straight to the shadow in the snowstorm opposite.

The gods hurried to come up to watch the battle, but as soon as the wind and snow wrapped them, they swallowed up the two shadows.

The sound of gold weapons hitting each other came from the sky, which shocked people's hearts and stirred between heaven and earth.

"I want nothing in the world that I can't fight against."

He suddenly felt very tired.

Is the weak and hopeful little monkey in Fang Cunshan really him?

And now, he has a frightening power, but he feels more powerless.

Why let a person who is already powerless to see his teenage ideals?

Another Monkey King's voice is still shouting: "You can't kill me! You can't beat me!"

What can he overcome? He can do nothing but destroy.

Every time Sun Wukong took a step forward, he felt that he was getting older, but he tried to hold his head up and take a more stable step.

There was no one in the fire, only himself and the crazy laughter.

When it arrived, on the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the voice was still shouting: "I'm invincible! Invincible, no one can defeat me, no one can!"

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and jumped up.

He held the golden staff high and flew up, wearing the heavy smoke screen. He finally saw the monkey standing at the highest of the Lingxiao Hall and scolding at the world in the flame.

He slammed it with both hands.

What he saw was that stunned look.

Zixia looked at the sky intertwined with flames and snowflakes. She thought: If the winner jumps back to her side for a while, should she believe him?

The Monkey King who laughed wildly in the panic of the god.

The Monkey King, who is worried on the road to the west.

The Monkey King, who woke up in a nightmare and couldn't hide his fear.

The Monkey King whose eyes are dimmed on the lock demon pillar.

She suddenly found that she had never known what the Monkey King should be like.

She only has the Monkey King in her heart, the Linlin hero who wears golden armor and regards the gods as nothing. But the demon who broke the sky, the painful monkey who hugged his head and shouted, "Don't burn my Huaguo Mountain", why is it also the Monkey King?

Her mind flashed. Who on earth did she want to come back to her alive? But she immediately stopped herself from thinking about it.

In the wind and snow

Sun Wukong found that he had met an opponent he had never seen before.

If your every move is expected by the other party, then you can't fight this battle.

Sun Wukong felt that he was fighting in the same phantom. Every time he thought he was going to hit him, but he was miraculously avoided by his opponent.

He showed all the solutions, changed dozens of positions in an instant, and attacked hundreds of moves. He almost hit the opponent from all directions at the same time with speed. Every time the opponent's figure was shrouded by him under the tens of millions of sticks, but every time the golden hoop was hit, he only hit the air.

His power shoots in all directions. Even if the opponent has the same speed as him, it is impossible not to fight but not hit except to jump out of the circle. Because the attack is like the ten thousand rays of the sun without dead corners.

It seems that there is only one possibility - the opponent does not exist.

But sometimes he subconsciously collides with his opponent's golden staff!

The other side is obviously fighting back, but his stick is impenetrable, and the opponent can't attack every time.

And he can't see the way of the other party's moves, which seems to be impossible. Has the opponent's speed reached the point where he can't see clearly?

No, Sun Wukong suddenly thought that the reason why he couldn't see the other party's moves clearly was that the other party was attacking him in all directions at the same time, not just him.

It turned out that the other party, like him, could not hit the target.

And I can't see the opponent's moves clearly, so I can't deliberately avoid it, just as the sun can only be blocked and can't be avoided. And in this way, the opponent can't hit himself, as if it is also incomprehensible.

"Dang!" The two sticks collided again. Sun Wukong felt as if he had hit the steel with force. The golden staff buzzed, and the shock spread from the palm of his hand to the heart.

And steel should also be smashed. Is there anything in the world that can't be destroyed by a golden staff? Maybe it's just the golden staff itself.

Sun Wukong was shocked, isn't it...

Every time he can hit his opponent, it is also when his opponent can hit himself! That's why the two sticks hit each other and the power disappears with each other.

What on earth is he fighting with?

If it goes on like this, the battle may never be the winner.

"If you kill him, the curse will be lifted naturally..." Guanyin's words still ring in his ear.

I can't lose, I must win! Sun Wukong thought, he roared, the stick dance was faster and more urgent, no matter how fast it was, no matter how urgent it was!" I don't believe I can't hit you!"

And the gods only heard that the sound of weapons in the wind and snow became more and more dense, and finally the jingling bells became a harsh roar.

When the battle didn't seem to be over, they didn't know how long they had been fighting.

Everything around is no longer important. Fire, wind, shouting, everything has disappeared.

There is only one will left, and the shadow of the word "failure" must not appear in your mind.

So the Monkey King couldn't stop, although he felt that the battle was strange. Although it still can't capture the shadow of the opponent. Although he sometimes suspects that he is waving a golden staff crazily in the world alone.

When the two Monkey King were about to use up their last bit of strength, the Buddha appeared.

"Buddha, which of the two Monkey King is real?" The giant god asked.

The Buddha smiled and said, "Let me show you."

"Sun Wukong." He said to the two people who were fighting together.

Both of them jumped away, "What's my grandson?"

"Sun Wukong, if you jump out of my palm, I will let you the Heavenly Palace. If you can't jump, you will honestly go down to the world, repair a few more disasters, but come to quarrel." The Buddha said.

"Who are you talking to?" Sun Wukong Dao.

Suddenly, the monkey without a golden hoop laughed wildly.

He stood there with a pole, and the wind rolled up his red cloak. He said, "Bah!"

"What?"

"Isn't it out of your palm now?" The monkey laughed wildly and said, "Who wants to bet with you? Lao Sun is very busy, and there are still many places to demolish. I don't have time to play with you."

This scene is so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.

He saw Zixia, who was looking at the center of the flame and staring at the figure.

"Don't you want to go back to Huaguo Mountain?" The Buddha waved his hand, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a green mountain.

"Huaguo Mountain... Yes, Huaguo Mountain, the flowers of Manshan, the fruit of Manshan, friends of Manshan... Back to Huaguo Mountain... Go home." The monkey looked out of the sky and showed the light of longing.

"But Huaguo Mountain has been destroyed, no, no flowers and fruits, no creatures..." The monkey continued to mutter, and suddenly turned his head and glared at the gods, "It was you who destroyed it and destroyed them! I have nothing left! You won't have anything! Ah--!"

He shouted and rushed to the gods.

The Buddha smiled and stretched out his five fingers.

A huge force knocked the monkey to the ground. He jumped up again and was knocked down. He stood up again...

"If you don't do it, when will you wait?" The voice said.

Sun Wukong is shocked, is he calling him? He almost thought that the struggling one was himself.

That's not me. Fortunately, that's not me.

I'm the Monkey King. How can the Monkey King endure such a failure? How can you accept that kind of battle with no hope of victory?

He felt that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, the fallen demon monkey suddenly jumped again.

"I-no- admit-lost!"

He roared like a beast, and blood spewed out of his eyes.

Sun Wukong knew that this was his last leap.

He is like a silent hunter waiting for such an opportunity.

Sun Wukong squatted, bent his feet, and jumped. At that moment, the stick was already in his hand.

A pure golden light, a perfect arc, an ancient attack.

"No————————" A cry of despair. It's Zixia.

Sun Wukong heard the voice.

He couldn't help turning back. The waved hand slowed down.

That's just a moment.

Another Wukong took action.

Sun Wukong stood there and looked at the losers under his feet.

He won again. Like every battle with goblins, he is always the last winner.

Wait a minute, the gods are talking about who is dead and who is alive.

Is it really a demon monkey who died?

Or, the one who fell to the ground was himself.

He touched his head. Fortunately, the golden hoop was still there.

That's the only sign that he is the Monkey King.

That's the golden crown of the winner.

But why does that monkey also have severe pain?

Zixia came over step by step.

Is she here to embrace the winner?

She came to him and knelt down.

Kneel beside the monkey who fell to the ground.

She cried.

She held the monkey's hand. It was the hand that was supposed to hit him with a golden staff just now but stretched out to Zixia's hand.

She gently broke her hand away.

In that hand is a purple gauze scarf.

Sun Wukong suddenly felt that something in his body had cracked, as if a stone had collapsed.

"The one over there is a six-eared macaque." The Buddha said.

Sun Wukong raised his head and looked at the Buddha in astonishment.

"Don't you show your original form?" The Buddha said. You killed the Tang monk, killed the Dragon King, and killed the Monkey King. The sin is terrible. The Buddha has the virtue of a good life. You kneel down and convert, admit that you are a six-eared macaque, and follow me to the spiritual mountain to correct the fruit.

Sun Wukong suddenly understood something.

He suddenly laughed wildly, "A six-eared macaque? Hahaha! Am I a six-eared macaque?

Blood began to flow down from his seven orifices. It was a long battle that shook the five internal organs. Maybe he laughed too much, and he suddenly jumped up and went straight to the Buddha: "Heaven and earth gave birth to me the Monkey King! - Look at the stick!"

He drank so loudly that he used all his last strength.

That figure rushed to the supreme will between heaven and earth at an unparalleled speed.

However, he failed.

That's just a phantom.

When he fell to the ground, he could hardly afford his golden staff.

But he was still struggling to stand up: "Tathagata! Come out! It's 300 rounds of face-to-face battle between heroes.

"Hahahaha..." The voice laughed in the void, "You can't beat me, because I have no foundation and no root, and you are a real object of desire."

"Tathagata! Come out and fight with me!"

"Hahahaha..." The voice was still smiling in nothingness.

"Tathagata... come out... fight with me!"

In the laughter, Sun Wukong suddenly found that his consciousness was disappearing. He began to blur. Sometimes he sat with Zixia, and sometimes faced the most powerful enemy.

"Who am I?" He said to Zixia.

"You are the one who won't give up your dream." Zixia said with tears.

"...So... who is going to fight with the Buddha?"

"He...he is the one who has lost everything and has nothing but himself."

"Which one... is better?"

"I don't care. I just need someone to be with me."

"But I will forget everything... I... will lose everything... because... I won't give up!"

"Tathagata! Come out and fight with me!" Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted with his last strength.

All the illusions have disappeared. Everyone saw it clearly that there were no two Monkey King.

Sun Wukong is dead.

Maybe he has never survived. It was just a too strong desire to jump out of the alchemy furnace.

Sun Wukong died when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago.

This is the conclusion of historians.

"Can you guess the ending?" Rulai asked.

"The disciple didn't guess." Guanyin Road.

"What about you?"

"I don't have either." Taishang Laojun said, " Buddha's wisdom, I'm really convinced. I didn't expect to kill the Monkey King in this way.

"But I didn't guess it either." For example.

"I lost. It turns out that there are really unexpected things in the world." The Buddha said.

"But everything is in your applause." Tai Shang said.

"No, he has jumped out." Buddha said, "I tied the truth and goodness in his heart with a tight hoop, and only forced out his evil and hatred. As long as he still has hope for life, he can't help but fight with his own strength, but he can't defeat himself. At that time, he will have to beg me to distinguish between right and wrong for him. At that time, I said what the Monkey King is. But I still can't count..."

"... He would rather die than lose."

Zixia looked at the Monkey King and held his hand.

Is he really dead this time?

No, he clearly seems to jump up at any time, scare you, the naughty monkey who smiles at you.

Sun Wukong, tease me again.

She put her hand on her face.

The hand gradually cooled down.

"I want you to remember that you are a monkey, because you don't have to learn to be an immortal at all. Your nature is more noble than all gods."

Tears slid down that hand.

The fire in heaven is still burning.

"Tathagata, please put out the fire quickly." The Jade Emperor said.

"This is the fire outside the sky, which comes out without roots, but its source is the desire of the world. As soon as the heart demon goes away, its fire will extinguish itself. The Buddha said.

"This fire can't be put out." Zixia said, "We will make it the fuel."

She picked up the corpse of the Monkey King and walked to the flames.

The gods dodged a way, and they were still afraid of the body.

The sky is burning.

Looking from the world, the sky is transforming into a strong brilliance, and the burning giant cloud is a huge dome painting.

"Look, that's a phoenix with wings." An old man said.

"No! It was a man who waved his weapon and roared. A teenager said.

Next to them, a girl in blue was also looking up at the red night sky. People didn't notice that she had an extremely ugly face and crystal tears.

When the history of the Journey to the West does not exist, why do the characters in the empty time suffer and happy?

When the time of five hundred years is just a scam, why do the characters in the nihilless time suffer and happy?

The fire in Tiangong burned for another seven days. It finally went out.

The gods searched for ruins and ashes, and they only saw two things.

A charred stone, a burned gold hoop.

Someone said that he heard the song and laughter from the fire.

Some people said that they had seen a golden light and a purple gas rising from the fire and going to the sky.

Of course, more people don't say anything.

Guanyin got the golden hoop.

"Our goal has been completed. Can the Journey to the West be over?"

The Buddha is holding the stone in his hand. Guanyin asked.

"He lost, but did he lose? He finally escaped from my palm. Jin Chanzi, he won. The Buddha took the broken gold hoop and muttered.

With a wave of his hand, the stone flew down to the earth.

............

A Yao found the stone, and she buried it in a charred flower and fruit mountain.

How many years ago, the scene appeared in front of me again...

"Huaguo Mountain, when will the flowers and fruits grow again? However, the seeds have been scattered all over the world. Sun Wukong grabbed the black soil on the ground with a childlike smile on his face.

The thunder in the sky is getting closer and closer.

Sun Wukong leaned against a scorched tree and waited quietly.

At that moment, the dark sky was suddenly cut away by a huge lightning.

Sun Wukong jumped up and pointed the golden staff straight to the sky.

"Come on!"

His posture, illuminated by electric light at that moment, is still frozen in the legend thousands of years later.

"If it rains, flowers will grow here. I don't have seeds. If God knows my sincerity, let the stones bloom."

A Yao cut her wrist and sprinkled the blood into the ground.

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky and a rumble.

A Yao raised her head. At this time, the first drop of rain fell on her head.

"It's raining! Sun Wukong, look... It's raining... It's raining... Flowers will definitely grow!" Yao cried with joy and looked up to the sky and shouted.

In the sky, behind the black clouds, a white dragon turned over.

The chariot of the heavenly soldiers rumbled in the distance, and the shouts of the generals could be heard: "Who offends Tiantiao's private rain in Huaguo Mountain!"

"Tang Monk, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, this is the last thing I can do for you." Xiao Bailong thought.

"No, goodbye!"

...

The fallen leaves floated to the earth one after another, the seeds fell asleep under the white snow, and a flower bloomed and withered quickly. In the shadow of the flowing light, the star map is constantly changing. There are mountains in the sea, and hundreds of generations of vegetation are withered. There are always pieces standing up against the wind, just like their ancestors.

How can we forget the Journey to the West?