Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

221, the starry sky bleeds, the great sage who has no head and will not fall

Li Tong continued to tell.

Even though the monkey has left, the journey to the west must still continue.

Sanzang didn't say anything, just watched him leave silently, watching his back disappear into the sky and clouds with the colorful rays of light.

Although there were thousands of thoughts in their hearts, the remaining three people set off on the road again.

But not long after, Sha Wujing also said goodbye to him, and left the Buddhist scripture-seeking team after the monkey. He did not explain any reason for leaving, but only patted the small bag around his waist that had become bulging at some point.

His face seemed to be full of expectations.

The remaining two people and one horse set off again.

Soon, Zhu Wuneng couldn't bear it anymore and said goodbye to him.

It took him too long to say it, and he wanted to go back to Gao Laozhuang for a visit.

Sanzang didn't stop him, and he had no reason to stop him. He was just a little confused in his heart, because he had asked him why he didn't go back, and he still refused at first, but he didn't know how he had figured it out now.

In the end, he was the only one left in the Buddhist scripture-seeking team that gathered from all over the world.

Even so, it seemed that it could not dissuade Sanzang from studying the scriptures wholeheartedly.

He set off again alone.

Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a shuttle.

Spring goes and autumn comes. I don’t know how long the years have passed, nor how far the journey has been.

Tripitaka never thought of giving up, but recently when he fell asleep while reciting Buddhist sutras at night, what he dreamed about was not the Buddha's salvation for the common people, nor the grand Buddha's light shining on the world.

In his dream, he saw fragments one after another, passing through his eyes like lightning. They seemed familiar, but every time he recalled them, they were extremely blurry.

In his vague memory, Sanzang seemed to see a huge bloody corpse floating in the eternal dark starry sky, but his appearance could not be clearly seen.

All that could be seen was the nine-tooth rake held tightly in his hand, and a low-pitched cry like a wail could be vaguely heard coming from the darkness of the starry sky.

He also seemed to see a huge spaceship exploding in the Xianjia Palace, emitting thick black smoke, and countless monsters without armor roaring and fighting with some shining golden gods.

Everything would be as real as if he were immersed in it.

However, when he opened his eyes, everything became calm again.

What he saw before his eyes were bloody corpses and broken warships. What he saw was only a patch of blue sky and green water, and an endless road ahead.

As well as the ordinary toasts and laughter, singing and dancing in the human city.

However, at this moment, Sanzang suddenly stood up and looked at the sky.

At the same time, something in his heart that had been dormant for countless years suddenly sprouted, and a breath that was completely different from the previous Buddha-nature flowed out of him.

In the haze, he didn't know exactly what this thing was.

However, the moment it appeared, he realized clearly that it was completely different from the Buddha he had believed in for many years before, or in other words, it was completely opposite.

Sanzang's eyes were in a trance, and a scene that he had hidden deep in his heart since he left the temple appeared, and he did not dare to recall it.

The little girl with a sweet smile waved to him under the tall banyan tree and seemed to be calling some name.

Who is she and what is her name?

Sanzang no longer thinks about it, because it is a past that was forced to be forgotten by his past self.

It is destined to be passed down in the past, so that it cannot be known by the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

In an instant, his eyes changed, as if he was a different person.

There was an extremely cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to bury everything, and he smiled softly:

"Do you really want to take all this seriously?"

"There is no such thing as singing and dancing. All of this is just a cover-up for the gods and Buddhas. How long will you continue to deceive yourself and others?"

In an instant, the sky changed.

The green mountains and green waters are gone, and the human city has disappeared.

What appeared in front of him were stretches of barren mountains, ruins of cities, piles of bones, and the crows of old crows.

Looking up to the sky:

A monster with a pig's head and human body floats under the stars in the sky, blood is flowing, and a girl is crying on the top of the mountains, and her tears are flowing down the world.

Under the guidance of Li Tong's supernatural powers, the guests in the Star-Zhaing Tower, and even the immortals and gods in the Three Realms who were paying attention to the storytellers at this time, all looked at the change of appearance in front of them in amazement.

This is a scene that is extremely bloody, but also exudes an indescribable tragic meaning.

The visual impact is so strong that it can make ordinary people confused and even faint. Even the immortals and gods are stunned and unable to control themselves.

Zhu Bajie was bleeding under the starry sky, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel seems to have been beaten off its golden skin, and the gray gold and iron color is mixed with gold and red that are not the color of blood.

However, what is most horrifying and unacceptable is that the Monkey King's head disappeared at some point, leaving only his body standing upright.

Despite this, the headless body still exudes that unyielding will, and even seems to become more solemn in such a needlessly tragic fight.

The sky was devastated, but not a single trace of the gods or Buddhas could be seen.

You can only see golden blood dripping from the smashed palace to the earth from time to time, irrigating the earth of the world.

"It turns out that their blood is really not red!"

Only then did Sanzang realize that perhaps the beings who claimed to be gods and Buddhas from the beginning to the present had never been human beings.

In his sight, Sha Wujing, whose beard was stained with blood, was slowly walking towards him carrying the bodies of his two senior brothers. His body was no longer intact, but was full of horrific scars.

And at some point, the bag that he used to hang around his waist like a treasure disappeared.

The thick aura of death and the soaring evil intent made the listeners shrink their necks and feel a chill in their hearts.

The tragic sight of the monkey corpse shocked them even more, and they were unable to accept the result for a while.

When Sha Wujing walked step by step from the distance of the screen with the body on his back, they all seemed to smell the increasingly strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Seeing such a scene, countless listeners immediately trembled and looked puzzled.

How could things develop to this point?

And what kind of war took place to reach such a tragic point?

Even the Great Sage Qitian ended up in such a state, his body was divided into two parts, and his head is still unknown where it went?

But in their hearts, they thought with great reluctance, how could the Great Sage die in battle?

This is too surprising. They can't accept that this is the ending of the Great Sage! It's too cruel and heart-breaking!

"Who exactly is it? Is it a saint from a foreign land who took action? Because he caused trouble in heaven, he personally cut off the head of the great saint?"

"Impossible, this must be a lie. The Monkey King has not completed his ambition, so how could he die so easily!"

"Alas, in this foreign world, how unfair the sky is!"

Many people are anxious because of such a result, and they are extremely angry because they cannot accept it.

The most unruly Golden-winged Dapeng suddenly slammed the table, stood up angrily, and said angrily:

"That's unreasonable!"

"If there were no powerful figures to intervene, how could the Great Sage die because of overthrowing the heaven? I think the hypocritical immortals and gods in that foreign land are all colluding with each other, and the Great Sage suffered this murderous attack when he was single and weak!"

Over time, the image of Sun Wukong has penetrated deeply into the hearts of these listeners. Whether they are gods or mortals present, they all regard him as the only hope of that world.

Now, this hope is shattered, how can they accept it.

Emperor Xin also stood up in response, his increasingly powerful martial arts will condensed into his body, and the black bird soared, spreading its wings and singing loudly!

"It's nothing more than a blinding trick by those gods and Buddhas. Sun Wukong was born out of the unyielding anger of billions of living beings in that world. It was the resistance of all living beings to the false gods who herded living beings aloft. It was the last cry in despair!"

"Even the false god who patched up the sky couldn't wipe out his will. He could only try to exile him in the void so that he would never be born again. How could he be beheaded?"

"No matter what, I don't believe that the Great Sage will die so easily. But if he really dies, it means that the world will never have light and will sink into darkness forever."

Bai Ze looked depressed, and his voice seemed a little wistful and emotional:

"Sure enough, it's still the same!"

"We, the demon tribe, cannot escape this fate after all. We cannot avoid the fact that it is difficult to change. It turns out that it is the same no matter where we are. We are the ones being calculated from the beginning to the end, and we will never be free."

At this moment, he inevitably recalled the scene of the demon clan's destruction in ancient times.

In that shocking battle, he watched helplessly as the second emperor of the demon clan fell sadly like the boundless shining sun.

The scene of the sun extinguishing in front of your eyes has become a nightmare in his life and is simply unforgettable.

And now, another nightmarish scene appeared before his eyes.

Obviously, there is finally another existence that makes his demon clan be proud of, but even the silent shouts and ardent expectations of countless demon clan children can't stop the fate that befalls their demon clan strongmen.

The Great Sage once again fell on the chasm that was only one step away from success.

One step away is the distance between life and death.

Demon Master Kunpeng drank the tea in the inn, but curled his lips disdainfully, secretly thinking that the monkey didn't care about him in his heart.

Before doing anything big, you must make complete preparations and think of a way out.

They always say that once you leave, you never come back, and it’s just a lie to others. Do you really believe it yourself?

If he had his unparalleled escape speed, even if he couldn't defeat the gods and Buddhas who attacked him without practicing martial arts, he could still run away!

There will be a situation like now, where he will end up being bullied.

Recalling the glorious days when he relied on his unparalleled speed to escape from Pangu's true body summoned by the twelve ancestral witches, Kunpeng took another sip of tea, feeling a little proud.

And the Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain is far away.

When Immortal Zhen Yuanzi saw this scene in front of him, lights and shadows flashed in his mind, as if he was recalling the original Hongyun.

The two have different personalities, different strengths, and different origins.

But all the same, they all met a violent end.

What's wrong with Hongyun?

But why is it that the person who harmed him is safe and happy, but his body dies and his soul disappears?

There was only a remnant soul left in front of him that could not be said to be good or bad, which made Zhen Yuanzi extremely distressed.

And what's wrong with Sun Wukong?

But why were the people he resisted safe and sound, continuing to herd the common people and devour the flesh and blood of living beings, while he was beheaded and his head was taken away for storage?

Hey, how unfair is this heaven!

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

For some reason, Yuanshi Tianzun, who seemed to be in a somewhat happy mood, shook his head and said coldly:

"You have a lot of passion, but you don't know how to adapt. You must know that no one resists the way of heaven, even if you go astray today!"

"Those who try to defy nature and believe in it are destined to have only one end, which will never change!"

As he said this, his eyes moved away from the screen and fell on the figure in blue shirt who was sitting on the high platform and looked neither happy nor sad.

A meaningful chuckle seemed to indicate something.

Biyou Palace.

The leader said with some regret:

"Sun Wukong, you are so hasty in starting a rebellion, but you lack like-minded helpers!"

"Otherwise, if there were three or four good friends who could help me, how could I have ended up like this?"

"Look at me, even though I am a saint, I wanted to touch the Heavenly Way and change the so-called Heavenly Way. However, I did not take action rashly. Instead, I sought allies to work together."

"You..."

While talking to himself like this, the leader's thoughts suddenly stopped, and he felt a little surprised.

But he was thinking, why did Li Tong tell the story of the monkey's failure against nature, and whether there was any profound meaning in it?

Or perhaps, this is an example to warn him not to be anxious and to have a thorough encounter with his good senior brother after making all preparations?

The leader said nothing and fell into silence for a moment.

In the Star-Zhaing Tower, Yin and Zhunti, who had hidden their identities, were also stunned.

They never expected that the so-called gods and Buddhas in that world would do things so simply and crudely?

"This... is simply too stupid!"

Zhunti couldn't bear to complain in Chuanyin:

"Such a good cultivator is killed like this? Isn't this a waste of natural resources? It just makes me angry to death!"

Jie Yin suppressed the sourness and bitterness in her heart and replied to him:

"Oh, what a bunch of idiots!"

"You can't simply whitewash peace, so what gods and Buddhas are there? If it were me, a Western religion, there would be so much chaos, and that world would have long been built into an earthly Buddhist kingdom, a paradise."

The Second Saint of the West simply covets the population and resources of that world. He hates that those gods and Buddhas are sitting on the treasure mountain without realizing it, and they wantonly slaughter living creatures.

If it were them, if careful care was not enough, how could they resort to such cruel methods?

It’s simply that lard has clouded your mind and you can’t see clearly the path to spiritual practice!

At this time, they just want to go to that dark world, spread the light of Western religion on the earth, and save those ordinary creatures who are suffering unspeakably.

As for the Buddhists in that world, it would be better to die as soon as possible.

What's the point of leaving the existence of his Western teachings so distorted?

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