Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

Who becomes the peak at the end of the immortal road? Whoever sees the beginningless path becomes empty.

There are ancient writings engraved on the stone walls, dating back a very long time.

The many listeners who were watching had heard this description from Li Tong several times, but today they finally saw where it came from.

What is extremely regrettable is that it is very likely that the fundamental technique practiced by Emperor Wushi was right in front of them, but due to various reasons, they did not have the chance to meet.

I sighed with regret, then listened to Li Tong's slow narration, and the screen continued to scroll.

Ye Hei put the ancient jade in his hand, which was suspected to be a token of Emperor Wu Shi, into the incomplete place he found.

Suddenly, at the moment when the ancient jade sank in, the place was dazzling, the light soared into the sky, and the huge light curtain completely enveloped him in it.

The tripod, which had been sacrificed long ago, immediately collected him.

Before he could think too much, the light curtain tore through the void, and everything became hazy.

Crossing the void, Ye Hei's adventure encountered many dangers, but in the end, he had his own destiny and escaped from the purple mountain safely.

Snap!

The sound of the rafts ringing suddenly rang in everyone's ears, the scene in front of them disappeared, and they returned to reality again.

Some people looked confused and before they could recover, they heard Li Tong say:

"Foretelling what will happen next..."

"This...is it over?"

The audience looked at the figure on the high platform who was slowly sipping tea with incredulous expressions, full of astonishment.

"Sir, Ye Hei is out of trouble safely, but what should God King Jiang Taixu do? He won't die in the purple mountain, right?"

"How is it possible? I see that you didn't listen carefully to Mr. Jiang Taixu's story before. Jiang Taixu was later rescued. Now that I think about it, that person must be Ye Hei who will enter Zishan for the second time in the future."

"Indeed, it is a pity that Mr. Li made such a decision, but judging from the content of today's story, there is no doubt that Ye Hei is the future Emperor Ye Tian."

"Yes, as soon as his big cauldron appeared, I knew in my heart that we were inseparable."

...

Listening to the unwilling shouts of the crowd below, a smile flashed across Li Tong's eyes.

But no matter what they say, today's talk about the Legend of Emperor of Heaven ends here, and it is impossible for him to say another word.

However, this does not mean that today’s storytelling ends.

Before it even started, he said that today's storytelling would be conducted in three sections one by one, and he would never break his promise.

After resting for a while, seeing that the audience below was gradually getting a taste for it and no longer yelling randomly, Li Tong said calmly:

"Let's start the second part of our story today, which is the world of black mythology!"

"Black myth?"

The audience below was stunned. Some ordinary listeners from ten years ago naturally remembered that this was the world where the Monkey King, the Monkey King, the Monkey King, was mentioned by Li Tong when he was talking about powerful figures from all the worlds.

But, doesn’t that only tell one of the characters?

Could it be that Mr. Li is now going to tell it as a continuous story like The Great Emperor's Legend of the World?

Not to mention, the audience in the audience are extremely interested in that world.

What is particularly curious among them is what happened to Monkey King, the Monkey King, in the end, and whether he succeeded or failed in going to heaven.

If it succeeds, what will that world look like?

If it fails, what will be the fate of the great sage?

When Li Tong said this, everyone's attention was temporarily diverted from the unfinished story of the Legend of the Great Emperor and devoted to the world of black myths that had not yet begun to be told.

At the same time, someone shouted excitedly:

"Sir, sir, do you want to continue telling us the story of the Monkey King?"

"Yes, yes, sir, we have been waiting for the outcome of the Great Sage for more than ten years. Please give us an explanation today."

...

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic again.

Seeing them a little excited, Li Tong shook his head gently:

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. The story I'm going to tell you today has nothing to do with the Great Sage. I can't say that it has nothing to do with it. I can only say that it doesn't have much to do with it at the moment."

"Furthermore, the heavens and the world are very mysterious. There are also countless beings named Sun Wukong on countless timelines. There is no need for you to focus on this one."

He paused for a moment, as if an idea came to his mind:

"Well, since you are so vocal about this character, I can tell you a few more stories next time."

Then, without waiting for the audience below to say anything more, his tone changed, and he whispered with a hint of mystery in his tone:

"And the world of black mythology that I am going to talk about next will start with a character, and he once had a master-disciple relationship with the Monkey King you all know well!"

"His name is: Master of Three Burials!"

Tripitaka?

It sounds mediocre and unremarkable.

When everyone heard this name, they couldn't help but frown.

"Sanzang, Sanzang, doesn't sound like a title that a strong man should have. Not to mention compared with Emperor Huang Tian and Emperor Ye Tian, ​​even compared with Monkey King, the Monkey King, it's not on the same level.

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"That's right, and Mr. Li also said that this man has a master-disciple relationship with the Great Sage. How is this possible?"

"It's strange, it's hard to understand. Let's just listen to what the gentleman says."

Below, the image of Sun Wukong and the Monkey King has been deeply introduced into the hearts of those ordinary listeners back then. Now they suddenly learn that the tall existence in their minds actually has an ordinary master?

This kind of shattered image is hard to accept for a while.

Where the immortals and gods are above, they appear to be much plainer, but it can be seen from the shining eyes of each of them that they are also constantly thinking in their hearts.

In the corner, Zhunti and the two of them listened to this name. The more they heard it, the more familiar it became and the more they felt.

Finally he couldn't help but said:

"The word Wukong means enlightenment and enlightenment, which means that Sun Wukong has the ability to see through the origin of everything in the world, see through the disguise of false gods, and realize everything."

"And emptiness means nothing and everything. The purpose of Sun Wukong's birth is to break all constraints, overthrow the oppression of false gods, break everything, and reshape the universe."

The immortals and gods looked sideways, thinking that what the little-known little immortal said made sense.

However, those present were all great supernatural beings in the ancient world. Those who had practiced to this level would naturally have similar understandings. They obviously had their own understandings of the word Wukong, which was more like a Buddhist title than a name.

But except for the two Western sect members Zhenyin and Zhunti, the other immortals and gods were vaguely aware of the smell. The origin of this dharma title did not seem to be very legitimate?

But then I thought about it, and it seemed that Wukong was not just two words, but a big concept, a will to resist that emerged under the great road.

He gradually suppressed the abnormal feeling in his heart.

At this time, Jieyin continued what Zhunti had said:

"I remembered!"

He pretended to be surprised and said loudly:

"The word Tripitaka seems to be a word in Western religion, which are Sutras, Vinaya and Commentaries respectively."

When everyone heard this, they suddenly felt weird again.

The golden-winged roc said disdainfully:

"How can I, the Great Sage of the Monster Clan, accept a mere Western cult as my teacher? It's just nonsense. I don't know what it means."

Zhao Gongming also snorted coldly and said:

"It's not that I look down on Western religions. No matter where in the world, a figure like Sun Wukong cannot be cultivated by Western religions."

"You'd better give up that intention and stop preaching religious traditions here!"

As he said that, he glared at the newly-formed Jie Yin.

Let the Taoist who is being introduced directly write it down in his mind, secretly saying that he will have to pay the price for today's words in the future.

However, it is not the fault of Zhao Gongming. At this time, the second religion, which was born out of the interpretation of Tao, was flourishing in the world, and there was no place for his Western religion.

If he hadn't lived in the barren west, he would have been killed by the combined efforts of the two generals.

The reason why they are able to struggle until now, and are even able to seek benefits in this catastrophe, is all because Master Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun did not take them seriously.

Only then did they have room to use their little tricks.

The Great Heavenly Lord also nodded slowly:

"Western religion cannot cultivate a Sun Wukong. How can a real dragon emerge from shallow water?"

No matter what happens in the future, at least the current Mahadev is very resistant to Western religion.

Because under His name as the Great Heavenly Lord of the Three Realms, no matter whether he explains or intercepts teachings, he will be given more or less face.

However, this Western religion is different.

Logically speaking, this western land is also within the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, and the Great Heavenly Lord has the full power to intervene in it.

But it is a pity that these two sages of the West have managed the whole west in one piece. The common people, immortals and gods only know them as two sages, but they do not know that there is a great deity.

That's fine, after all, there is no need to manage the barren land of the West.

However, Western religions have always tried their best to convert immortals and gods from the East and try to preach to the East. This is equivalent to someone poaching your family in broad daylight.

But there are two beings behind them who you can't afford to mess with. How can this make the Great Heavenly Lord have a good impression of them?

I don’t want to point my finger at the Western religion, but it was also because I was photographed by two saints that I was able to hold back my anger.

At this moment, when I heard that these two little immortals and gods who came from nowhere were trying to show off to the Western religion, I naturally made rude remarks and ridiculed them.

However, in fact, none of them heard clearly. What Li Tong was talking about was the Three Burials, not the Tripitaka.

It's just that the word "burial" carries some unspeakable bad luck, so they immediately thought it was Tripitaka.

Since most of the immortals and gods who came here had no favorable impressions of Western religions, when they thought that Li Tong was really going to tell the story of a Western religious figure, there was a sudden outcry of opposition.

"Mr. Li, the heavens and the world are so powerful, and there are countless strong ones. Why bother talking about people from Western religions? Even if you have to tell stories about the world of black mythology today, there is no need to bring Western religions with you!

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"Yes, Mr. Li, it is better to tell us the story of the Great Sage directly, that way no one will have any objections."

...

Even Empress Nuwa, who was drinking tea and listening to a book by herself on the seventh floor, couldn't help but have little interest in this Tripitaka.

Due to her distaste for Western religion, she now doesn't want to hear anything about Western religion at all, and she also doesn't understand why Li Tong wants to talk about this person.

Didn’t he have some entanglements and disagreements with the two Western Saints?

Now talking about Western religious figures, isn’t it giving them free publicity?

Amidst the excitement of the crowd, the two of them were silent. They looked at the scene in the Star-Zhaing Tower and felt desolation and anger in their hearts.

I wish I could immediately reveal my identity and suppress all these people who despise my family's hard work in establishing Western religion.

Of course, Nuwa and the Empress cannot be suppressed, so we can only think about it...

And they were also watching Li Tong's movements closely at this time!

What these listeners say does not count, the storyteller is the one who really decides what to say.

"snort!"

Zhunti couldn't help but snorted in his heart: "They are just a bunch of rabble, how can they understand the method I teach?"

"But this storyteller is a little weird today. Why does he feel like he's trying to be friendly with us again?"

"It has to be! But the name of Sanzang is closely related to my Western religion. If he is really Sun Wukong's teacher, this will definitely make our Western religion famous in the ancient times."

"Storyteller, storyteller, no matter how many times you calculate, it still doesn't benefit me!"

The two saints laughed in their hearts, hoping that Li Tong would ignore those people who didn't understand anything and start telling stories quickly.

At this moment, Li Tong on the high platform saw all the changes in everyone, and naturally understood the little thoughts of the two Westerners, so he smiled slightly and ignored them.

He knew that the name would attract discussion, but he didn't correct it immediately. Instead, he gave them time to guess. Why?

Naturally, after knowing his real name, it will inevitably arouse some emotional fluctuations in them, and even after listening to his story, they will suddenly realize it.

They will applaud and cheer, and it is wonderful to be buried three times on the road!

By then, the Second Sage of the West may not be happy anymore.

But at that time, what do the two of them think have to do with Li Tong, who has earned a lot of popularity?

The audience other than them not only satisfied their curiosity, but also knew that Li Tong was not advocating Western religion, so everyone was happy that the misunderstanding was resolved.

The only world in the world where the Two Saints of the West are injured will be achieved by then.

Now, let's just keep them happy for a while.

Who asked them, as dignified saints, to be secretive when they came to listen to the book? This was simply not giving him face as a newly popular figure in the ancient world.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen to tell the story of the Three Burial Mage today. After all, a certain fat-headed and big-eared Marshal Tianpeng is also worth telling.

Suppressing the smile of achieving a small revenge in his heart, Li Tong waited slowly.

After everyone had finished talking, he gently shook the folding fan and said calmly:

"Everyone, please be patient. This burial is not the other place!"