After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 150 The new ending of "The Legend of Wukong" (1)

The red battle robe was in pieces, the golden battle armor was full of cracks, and the beautiful purple gold crown that tied the hair was no longer in its original appearance. The only thing that remained intact was the fluttering purple shawl.

A huge iron rod stood erected between heaven and earth, and on the top stood a tattered body. The only thing that was alive in his body were his two eyes, which shot out a sharp light, revealing his rebelliousness, and he was

Demon King Sun Wukong.

In front of Sun Wukong is a tall golden Buddha. Although the golden Buddha has a kind face, there is a strange aura on his body. The Buddha's eyes are cold and ruthless, and he looks at the macaque in front of him jokingly, as if he is looking at a doll.

"Sun Wukong, what will happen even if you are resurrected? You are not defeated by me again! I can kill you once, but I can kill you a second time. As long as I am here, you can't defy heaven and earth!"

"What I say is the rules of heaven and earth, and the order I set is the trajectory of living beings."

"What's the point of your persistence? Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. As long as you convert to Buddhism, the title of Victory Buddha will still be yours. I, the Bliss of the West, will be your final destination. This is destiny."

"Hahahaha! Become a Buddha? It's really a big joke to ask me to give up my soul and become a dog of your Buddhism."

"You are not a Buddha at all. Do you know what a real Buddha is? You, Tathagata, are the greatest illusion and the most hypocritical Buddha."

"Destiny! Haha, I, Old Sun, have never believed in fate. If you say you are the rule of heaven and earth, then I will break the rules of heaven and earth and show you!"

Accompanied by wild laughter, Sun Wukong raised the iron rod again. This rod was more powerful than before, carrying the power of destruction, vowing to make Tathagata disappear into ashes.

The iron rod hit Tathagata's body with his anger, but it seemed to hit a false place.

Tathagata is still there, and the playful look in his eyes is still there.

"Sun Wukong, give up! Even though you have world-destroying power now, you are of no use to me!"

"Do you know what it means to be selfless in the way of heaven! I was born in vain and have no entity. Your iron rod cannot hit me! Unless you destroy the entire world, can you?"

"If you do this, the people you care about will never come back! Haha, after all, you are still an incompetent monkey."

Just like in previous years, Tathagata Buddha's five fingers once again transformed into mountains and pressed towards Sun Wukong.

In Huaguo Mountain, the old monkey tried his best to straighten his body. He did not want to bend down and could not bend down. He wanted to be like the king, even if he failed, he would die standing.

"Your Majesty, can you win this time? If you lose, no one will remember you anymore."

The old monkey whispered to himself. He knew that his life had come to an end.

The huge Wuzhi Mountain once again buried Sun Wukong's broken body, and also buried the Huaguo Mountain, and the whole world became silent.

At the last moment of his life, the old monkey recalled the scene of the last conversation between the king and him.

"Why is your Majesty going here?"

"Tread on the southern sky and shatter the sky!"

"What if you never come back?"

"Then leave and never come back!"

"Fuck! It's so heavy, it's crushing me to death! It's suffocating me to death!"

Chen Tianhong shouted and woke up from his dream. He had just had a nightmare, dreaming that he turned into Sun Wukong and fought with Tathagata.

When Chen Tianhong woke up, he realized that he had slept in a prone position for some time. No wonder he felt out of breath, and thought he had really been pressed down by Tathagata under the Five Elements Mountain.

I looked at the time and it was already half past six. It was time to get up and pack up for school. Chen Tianhong was a day student, so he could arrive before seven thirty. If he wanted to study in the morning, he could arrive at six o'clock. The school did not force him.

Anyway, you study for yourself, and the teacher only plays a role of supervision.

In a few minutes, Chen Tianhong had already dressed, walked out of the bedroom, washed briefly, and his mother Liu Yanhong had already prepared breakfast.

"Tianhong, did you not sleep well last night? I see why the bags under your eyes are so heavy!"

"It's okay if I went to bed a little late yesterday."

Chen Tianhong replied and picked up the buns on the dinner table.

"Writing your novel again? Tianhong, why don't you ask for leave and don't go there at noon today. After breakfast, go take a nap."

Liu Yanhong said distressedly that her son didn't have to worry about going to college now, so he might as well take a day and a half off to rest and rest before going to school.

"No, I'm fine."

Chen Tianhong replied that he was not too tired, he was just a little overwhelmed just now, and he was not sick, so he didn't need to ask for leave.

At this time, he was still thinking about the dream he had just had, and he always felt that the words of the Tathagata were somewhat familiar, that is, the saying that the way of heaven has no self.

As the steamed bun entered his mouth and he hadn't chewed it yet, Chen Tianhong suddenly remembered it. He remembered why this sentence was so familiar.

There was indeed a novel in the past life with this setting! It was also an online novel about Journey to the West, but it was not a continuation of "The Legend of Wukong", but it was also about Sun Wukong.

This novel is not as popular as "The Legend of Wukong", but it is definitely at the forefront of "Journey to the West" fan novels. This novel also writes about an unruly monkey, one who is even a little paranoid and arrogant.

Monkey, a monkey who would rather die than lose.

"Yes! I know how to write the ending! Why did I forget this book?"

With inspiration in my mind, the buns in my hands suddenly no longer smell so fragrant.

Throwing down the buns, Chen Tianhong hurried back to the bedroom. When he gets inspiration, he should write it down as soon as possible. At this time, he is in a better writing state.

Liu Yanhong was confused by her son's actions.

"Cianhong, aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"Mom, you eat first! I have something to do, so I won't go to school at noon today. I'll call the homeroom teacher later. That's it."

Bedroom door closed.

"This kid! He's so angry, and he doesn't go to school. If he doesn't go, then he won't go."

When Chen Tianhong arrived in the bedroom, he turned on the computer and dialed the homeroom teacher's phone number. It was a bit early to call, but it was okay. High school teachers, especially the homeroom teacher, have the same schedule as the students.

The call is connected.

"Hey, Teacher Cao, I'm Chen Tianhong. I want to take a day off at noon today."

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Are you okay?"

Cao Bing's caring words came over the phone.

"It's okay. It's okay. I have something to do at noon, and I have a novel that I need to write urgently."

"Okay! I understand. Come on! Classmate Chen Tianhong."

Cao Bing felt relieved when she heard that Chen Tianhong was not sick. As for not coming to school because of writing novels, other students would definitely not be able to do it, but it was no problem for Chen Tianhong. She was encouraging, and even Chen Tianhong came with a computer.

It's okay to write novels in the classroom, as long as it doesn't affect other students.

"Thank you, Teacher Cao!"

After hanging up the phone, he sent another message to Liu Yifei, telling her that she would not go to school at noon today and would write the ending of "The Legend of Wukong".

Liu Yifei supported this with both hands, and even sent a message back saying that Chen Tianhong must resurrect Fairy Zixia and give her a happy ending.

The computer has been started up, and Chen Tianhong put his hands on the keyboard. Now he is bursting with inspiration and begins to write a new ending for "The Legend of Wukong".

Miao Mingjie woke up in a warm and soft environment. Along with the moist comfort, there was also a vague sense of pain. It came from below the chest, above the legs, and from both sides of a man's most important waist. It was a bit like being squeezed.

The vellus needle gives a pricking feeling.

He turned around and saw Xin'er's beautiful face, which was rosy and filled with contentment. She was curled up in Miao Mingjie's arms like a kitten. This was the source of Miao Mingjie's soft feeling.

As for the feeling of vellus needle pricking, it also came from Xin'er, but it happened last night.

Miao Mingjie's answer last night was perfect. He told Xin'er the analysis of love in "The Legend of Wukong" by "Yi Meng Dongxue" as it is, and he also said with great importance that although he liked the story of Fairy Zixia and Sun Wukong

, but if he wants to do it, he will be a canopy and will protect her all his life.

This answer moved Xin'er to the point of tears. Girls all want to be Zixia Fairy, but what they want most is a partner like Tianpeng.

Fortunately, Xin'er doesn't go to literary forums often, otherwise, there would be no story behind it.

Xin'er hasn't woken up yet, nor has she gotten up to make breakfast for Miao Mingjie.

Miao Mingjie quietly moved his body.

He lay there for a while longer, and the acupuncture sensation in his waist became more and more frequent. In desperation, Miao Mingjie had to gently get up and get out of bed, and then carefully covered Xin'er with the quilt.

He walked to the living room, first made himself a cup of wolfberry tea, then touched his waist and added some angelica.

As the saying goes, when people reach middle age, they have no choice but to soak wolfberry in a thermos cup. The wolfberry cannot resist the passage of time, so add some Angelica sinensis to the cup.

After taking a nice sip, Miao Mingjie felt that his body had recovered a little, but he didn't dare to go to bed now because he was afraid that Xin'er would say those words again. I still want it.

I looked at the time, and it happened to be 12 noon.

"Hongwen should be out of school at this time. I just want to make a phone call to talk about the continuation of "The Legend of Wukong"."

Miao Mingjie thought of this, but when he took out his phone, he saw a message prompt in the app. He opened it curiously and saw that it was an updated chapter of "The Legend of Wukong", and there were several chapters.

Last night, Miao Mingjie set his phone to silent for fear of being disturbed, so he didn't hear the notification sound.

"Hongwen is so awesome. He didn't even need me to call him to remind him. He took the initiative to continue writing it. He waited for me to read it first and then rewarded him after I finished it."

Miao Mingjie opened the first chapter of the update.

If you want to ascend to heaven, Nantianmen is the only way to go. To describe Nantianmen in one sentence, it is like thousands of golden lights rolling in red neon, and thousands of auspicious energy spraying purple mist.

The entire Nantianmen is made of colored glaze, made of precious jade, deep green, and bright. The inner wall is wrapped with the shadow of a dragon with golden scales and shining in the sun, and the colorful feathers of a phoenix are hovering on the top.

On both sides of the door there are dozens of Tianzhen marshals, and hundreds of golden-armored gods are lined up in all directions, each holding a halberd, a whip, and a sword.

These soldiers look very powerful, but in fact, they are usually more lazy than the other. Even when they are standing guard, they are just watching the dishes being served.

When famous immortals come over, they put on smiles and are polite when interrogating them. If there are no famous immortals or some mortal earthly immortals come over, then the questioning will be much more tricky. Let’s not talk about their attitude.

Anyway, don’t even think about passing through Nantianmen without peeling off a few layers of your skin.

I open this door. If you want to enter, leave money to buy the way.

Today is an ordinary day for these soldiers and generals. They are the same as usual. Except for a few soldiers who are guarding the gate and asking questions, most of them are gathered together in twos and threes, either chatting or taking a lazy nap.

Suddenly! A roar sounded in front of the ears of every soldier.

"Tread on the southern sky and shatter the sky!"

This roar even paralyzed some soldiers with weak magic power to the ground.

A young soldier who had only recently joined stood up again, holding on to the spear weapon in his hand. Before he could regain his composure and think carefully about the meaning of those six words, the young soldier saw the veteran beside him.

Jiang was trembling all over and his face was frightened, as if he had seen something that frightened him extremely.

The young soldier followed the eyes of the veteran general and saw a thin figure wearing gold armor and a purple gold crown in front of the Nantian Gate. He was holding an iron rod in his hand and was standing proudly.

Taking a closer look, the young soldier discovered that the figure turned out to be a monkey. What was even more interesting was that the monkey had a purple shawl around its neck.

But for some reason, although the monkey looked very thin, it was unusually tall in the eyes of the young soldier, and he did not dare to look directly into the monkey's eyes, because the pressure from those eyes made him unable to rise even a little bit.

Thoughts of resistance.

"It's him. He's back again! The devil is back again"

The veteran general couldn't even speak, his face turned gray, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground, but he didn't pick it up.

Haha, it doesn't make any difference whether you have weapons in your hands or not. Back then, a hundred thousand soldiers would form a large formation, but in front of this man, it was like paper, being torn apart easily.

"Who is he? Isn't he just a monkey? Was he the one who made that roar just now? He trampled on the south sky and shattered the sky. He was so arrogant!"

The young soldier gave full play to the fine tradition and asked if he didn't understand.

"Haha, rampant? It's not too much to say this from his mouth. You were born late and don't know him. He is a demon and the shadow of the entire heaven. His name is Demon King Sun Wukong."

As the veteran general finished his words.

The Tianzhen marshals guarding Nantianmen finally spoke.

"Sun Wukong? No, this is impossible. Aren't you, the devil, dead long ago?"

"Who are you? Why do you pretend to be a devil?"

"He is Sun Wukong, the Demon King Sun Wukong. I recognize the iron rod in his hand and his eyes! Go and inform the Jade Emperor."

"The devil is back! All the heavenly soldiers and generals obey my orders and form formations to meet the enemy!"

swoosh swoosh

After hearing the order, the soldiers and generals began to form formations. These were all new soldiers, but the veterans who knew Sun Wukong had already fled in all directions. Even the marshal who had just given the order also turned around and fled.

He summoned those generals not to fight the enemy, but just to use their lives to buy himself time to escape.

"Hahahahaha!"

With a wild laugh, Sun Wukong looked at the heavenly soldiers and generals in front of him, heard what they called him, then looked at the towering Nantian Gate, and finally looked at the Lingxiao Palace hidden in the clouds. Everything was just like many years ago, still gloomy.

.

"Devil? Haha, for you high-level gods and gods, maybe I am!"

"Among ten thousand people, I am both an angel and a devil!"

"Old Jade Emperor, old shrew! Bullshit Tathagata"

"I, Sun Wukong, am back!"

As the last sentence ended, an iron rod strong enough to cover the sky and the sun reappeared between heaven and earth.

It first shattered the Nantian Gate, then hit the Tianzhen Marshal who had just given the order, and then swept away one heaven after another until it reached the thirty-third heaven. Its final target was the Lingxiao Palace.

At this moment, the Lingxiao Palace was already in chaos.

The Jade Emperor had long been frightened and paralyzed to the ground. He once again got under the desk, his buttocks and body curled up into shrimp sticks, only showing a frightened face, and gave orders to the immortals in the hall.

"Whoever can stop that monkey will be promoted to the third level, and I will be rewarded greatly!"

The Queen Mother was also under this bookcase. Her legs were weak, her whole body was weak, and she could not even speak.

Only the Jade Emperor on the side could hear her murmur.

"He's back! The monkey is back. Why isn't he dead? Is he a devil?"

However, none of the immortals and gods in the palace paid attention to the orders of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother. In this impersonal heaven, everyone has the same principles. Disasters will come to their own ends. Only a fool like Sha Wujing takes the initiative.

Go and fight Sun Wukong.

Looking at the subordinates who used to flatter me and always said they were ready to die for you, but now they are running away.

The Jade Emperor's heart was very sad. He and the Queen Mother looked at each other. They thought of the honest and honest General Rolling the Curtain, the poor man who fell into madness because of the glass lamp.

It turns out that he is the most loyal subordinate! Unfortunately, he is no longer there, and there is no one like him who can give up his life to protect them.

Sadly, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother could no longer remember the name of the honest man who had saved them many times.

Only Yang Jian in the Lingxiao Palace did not run away, but he ignored the Jade Emperor's shouts. He looked at the immortals running for their lives in a hurry, and looked at the so-called most noble monarch in the world huddled under the bookcase. He felt that everything in front of him was so

Ridiculous.

Who in the world would have thought that the lofty gods and gods also have such a side? What is the difference between them and those mortals?

No, not even as good as those mortals.

Yang Jian also saw the huge iron rod with the power of destroying the world, and heard Sun Wukong's roar.

He was capable of fighting that monkey a few times, but now the Erlang Zhenjun didn't want to. It wasn't that he couldn't lift the three-pointed double-edged sword, but that the people in the palace were not worthy of his protection.

"You have to know what your heart wants. The body and spirit will be destroyed, but if the heart is there, eternity will be there.

Yang Jian remembered what Zixia once said to him, and remembered Zixia's sad and beautiful appearance at the end, as well as that sentence.

"Death is just the beginning!"

"Haha! Death is just the beginning! Zixia, have you seen it? He is back again, even better than before! But can you come back? I want to see you again. You are my only friend!"

Yang Jian smiled sincerely. This was the first time he smiled so happily since Zixia was gone.

He missed Zixia and his friends!

Taishang Laojun is like a dexterous mouse. After hearing Sun Wukong's roar, he was the first to escape from the Lingxiao Palace and go straight to his alchemy room.

After arriving in front of the alchemy furnace, the Supreme Lord, who had lived for countless thousands of years, jumped directly in and closed the alchemy furnace.

Although the Samadhi True Fire in the alchemy furnace can refine immortals and gods, it is very docile to his master. He is almost like bathing in a hot spring in the flames.

As an immortal who has lived the longest in heaven, Taishang Laojun naturally has the means he relies on to save his life, which is his alchemy furnace. No matter how dangerous it is, as long as he jumps into this alchemy furnace, he can save himself

.

This alchemy furnace is like a turtle shell, extremely hard. Even Sun Wukong, who is currently at his peak, can only overturn the alchemy furnace but cannot break it.

"Why is this devil resurrected again? I used to think that his resurrection was because of my alchemy furnace, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case. This is not in line with the rules of heaven! Why is he being wiped into ashes again and again, even if the Taoist heart is

Even if it’s broken, it still won’t die. Why on earth is this!”

Taishang Laojun, who was huddled in the alchemy furnace, remembered this old problem that had troubled him for many years. He had always wanted to understand the reason why Sun Wukong came back from the dead again and again.

"The last time he died, Tathagata Buddha killed him with his five-finger skill. Later, the girl in purple carried him into the heavenly fire and was burned to ashes."

Taishang Laojun recalled the scene when Sun Wukong died last time, and he always felt that he had overlooked something.

"No. No, he didn't turn into ashes, he turned into stone. That's right, when he was in my alchemy furnace, he was also burned into a colorful stone by the true fire of Samadhi. The devil was born from the stone. He used to be called

Stone Monkey. Is this the reason why he can come back to life? After he died, he turned into a stone, and the stone reborn him again. That means that only by erasing this spiritual stone can he really die."

"Yes, that must be the case! Haha, I found a way to kill this dead monkey completely."

Taishang Laojun shouted excitedly in the alchemy furnace. He wanted to go out and tell everyone what he had discovered.

But at this time, he felt that his head hurt. It was the pain of being burned by the flames. It was mild at first, but gradually became a severe pain, which was so painful that even his immortal body could not bear it.

And the source of this pain is the scar. It was the scar left by Sun Wukong when he smashed the alchemy furnace back on his head. It was a scar that he could not recover even after he tried his best and even ate all the elixirs he refined.

The scar on the back of his head began to grow larger, until it spread to his whole body, and the once warm Samadhi True Fire also revealed its fangs, burning its master.

Taishang Laojun wanted to struggle, but all his immortal power had been refined. In the end, he died in his alchemy furnace, leaving not even dust. It was sad. A turtle died in his own alchemy furnace.

Inside the turtle shell.

The last words left by Taishang Laojun were a helpless cry, and the cry was filled with deep reluctance.

"Tathagata Jade Emperor, I have found a way to kill him! Come and save me quickly! I'll tell you."

In the Lingxiao Palace, the iron rod is approaching.

The Jade Emperor shouted out those words in frustration again.

"Go to the west quickly and invite Tathagata Buddha!"

I originally wanted to finish one chapter, but the part about Tathagata was a bit awkward, so I deleted it. I’ll think about it again. If you don’t like it, don’t comment! If you don’t like it, don’t subscribe to the next chapter! The finale of the next chapter!

After years of obsession, I like "The Legend of Wukong".

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