Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

The monkey, which had been trapped under Wuzhi Mountain and suffered five hundred years of wind, frost, snow and rain, was saved, but the price was the loss of freedom.

The Buddha gave the golden hoop and taught Tang Sanzang the Tightening Curse, allowing him to control Sun Wukong and restrict his behavior, just like a yoke that restrains people's actions at all times.

Somewhat unexpectedly, but also as expected, Sun Wukong accepted it.

After five hundred years of suppression, no one knows what it feels like.

However, they can see that as time goes by, Sun Wukong, the great demon who originally held the title of Monkey King, has gradually lost some of the sparkle in his eyes and is no longer full of it.

The usual fighting spirit in him is no longer visible, and has dissipated over time.

Even though he is still as unruly as before, he is still holding the sea-fixing needle iron in his hand, and he is still a genius who has become Taiyi Golden Immortal in less than twenty years.

However, he seemed to have permanently lost the unyielding spirit that seemed to be the great sage in the black mythical world, and became a common man, lost to everyone.

Sun Wukong became the apprentice of an ordinary monk. The magic needle iron in his hand that swept away all the immortals was now loaded with heavy luggage, and Moyun Nayue's palm obediently took the reins of the horse.

Even the mouthpiece that once uttered such arrogant words as vowing to be on par with the sky can no longer utter lofty ideals at this time, and can only call a mortal as his teacher.

Time passed very quickly, and they also met two people they had been waiting for for a long time, and naturally they became Tang Sanzang's disciples.

No one in the audience was surprised. There was no doubt that these two people were Marshal Canopy and General Rolling Curtain.

It was as if yesterday had reappeared, and the scenes of that world were once again flowing before the eyes of countless people.

But the difference is that these two men have also lost their previous boldness and become submissive, even a little greedy for life, fearful of death, lustful and greedy for money.

Even when encountering monsters in ordinary life, they would not dare to take the initiative to fight, but would just avoid them.

It seems that they just want to protect Tang Sanzang and reach the West Heaven safely, so that he can obtain the true scriptures safely, so that everything can be ended.

As early as when Tang Sanzang set out, Guanyin Bodhisattva, also known as Cihang, had already told him that he would have to endure a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships on his way to the Western Heaven.

Although Tang Sanzang was just a mortal, he was not afraid and went on the road calmly.

This made the gods and gods wonder whether they were saying that he was born dull or that he was bold and unafraid.

In the end, I can only blame the two Western Saints behind the scenes for their good arrangements!

The so-called nine-nine-eighty-one difficulties are mostly caused by powerful demons and monsters blocking the way.

Naturally, Sun Wukong's strength can only be revealed at this time.

However, what surprised the gods and gods was that Sun Wukong did not cause havoc in the heavenly palace, destroying decay and sweeping everything like he did five hundred years ago.

On the contrary, he was repeatedly frustrated by these monsters that they regarded as nothing more than little monsters, and even had no choice but to do anything about them.

The Monkey King, who was so frightened that even the Great Heavenly Lord hid under the table, now fought to a draw with many monsters, and even sometimes fell into a disadvantage.

In the end, he almost always went to Heaven or other places to bring in reinforcements before he could get through safely.

At this time, the gods and gods watching seemed to have some taste.

After being pressed under Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years, eating iron gallbladder and drinking copper juice all day long, Sun Wukong's originally flawless innate body developed cracks, veins and veins were blocked, and Qi and blood were stagnant.

At the same time, he was also suppressed by a talisman from Tathagata Buddha, who filled his ears with Buddha's voice every day in an attempt to brainwash him.

Therefore, Sun Wukong's strength is no longer what it used to be. He is now just an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal and will never be the same again.

Moreover, during these five hundred years of suppression, Sun Wukong has not changed. He seems to have become much more tactful.

I don’t see you, and I’m heading west. How many of the so-called Eighty-one Difficulties are the mounts of those gods, gods, and Buddhas descending to earth to cause chaos in the world?

But these monsters just patted their butts and left with their masters afterwards, leaving a mess in the world without any punishment, and Sun Wukong had no intention of punishing them.

As for those demons who had no background or background, they were beaten into powder by his merciless stick.

This is something that has to make people think a lot.

If what he saw in front of him was what the person behind the scenes wanted, it was to wipe out his fighting spirit and his inborn unruly character.

There is no doubt that they succeeded.

In the end, after experiencing nine hundred and nine hundred and eleven hardships without any danger, the four masters and apprentices plus a white dragon horse successfully came to Lingshan and learned the lesson successfully.

As a result, Sun Wukong's merits and deeds were perfected and he was named the Fighting Buddha in Buddhism.

Others also received their own rewards, and everyone was very happy.

From now on.

The great sage's golden armor and phoenix-winged purple-gold crown became the cassock and Buddhist hat that enveloped him.

The child prodigy who sees through the illusion and sees the truth often closes his eyes and no longer looks at the world.

The Monkey King, who once dared to fight against the sky, lost his fighting spirit and spent the whole day sleeping, muttering scriptures that no one could understand.

As for that and the golden cudgel?

Hey, look at the dust on it, it has already fallen and cannot fall anymore.

The picture was gloomy and gradually disappeared.

Seeing such a scene, countless listeners in the inn felt empty in their hearts.

Is this the end of the story?

The arrogant Monkey King, the Monkey King who dared to resist everything, in the end became a Buddha who always accompanied the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, who was just like a rotten tree. Couldn't he be like this?

This ending is really disappointing.

There is also the so-called Buddhism, the so-called Western religion, all kinds of plans and methods, but they are disgusting.

For a time, countless people found it difficult to turn around and could not accept this fact.

In their hearts, Sun Wukong will always be that famous figure who steps into the sky, shatters the sky, and is not afraid of being broken into pieces in order to realize his heart's desire.

How could it be that, unable to bear the suffering for a moment, he abandoned his ideals, abandoned his fighting spirit, and was willing to perish?

They don't recognize this great sage.

He is just a Buddhist fighting and defeating Buddha, and is no longer the Monkey King.

Of course, in that casual glance, the Second Saint of the West felt as if he had discovered a new world, but his heart was filled with incomparable excitement and excitement.

What does what this storyteller reveals before their eyes mean?

It means that there is a road to the sky that has been leveled and tried by some people.

As long as they follow the plan in the future, it means that the two of them will definitely make Western religion bigger and stronger and carry it forward!

Although this is only a glimpse of the future, it is enough to excite both of them.

Because, they did it, and in the future they will make the Western religion prosperous, and even overwhelm the limelight of the Interpretation and Interpretation teachings. What an honor this is.

At the same time, how difficult it is!

Second Saint, I want to cry.

In the Star-Zhaing Tower, Hou Tu, who had watched everything from beginning to end, finally couldn't help but feel angry and asked:

"Mr. Li, is this the ending of Sun Wukong? Why is this happening?"

Li Tong put down the cup in his hand, raised his head and met those shining eyes, and sighed softly:

"There's no reason why. The world is vast and the end is full of surprises."

"Moreover, there are countless similar flowers in the infinite world, but no matter how similar they are, they will not be exactly the same after all. Maybe it is like this in this world, but in another world, it will be different. "

"The trajectory of life is not constant. A single difference in thought may lead two people to take completely different life paths."

Hou Tu nodded as if he had some understanding, but still asked subconsciously:

"But why exactly did such a change happen?"

Hearing this, a rather mysterious smile appeared on Li Tong's face, and he shook his folding fan slightly, but his indifferent words seemed to contain endless mysteries.

"Have you ever thought about it, since I once said that the worlds in the heavens and worlds are infinite, then will each of these chaotic and mixed similar worlds have a common source?"

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Every extremely similar world may have a common source?

Upon hearing such remarks suddenly, countless immortals and gods were stunned, and then countless chaotic thoughts suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Among the immortals and gods present, there is no one who is not a famous being in the ancient world, who has been able to practice to this point, and who has a poor understanding and talent.

Li Tong's imitative words did not prevent them from vaguely thinking about something.

source?

This means, could it be that it is like that mysterious and mysterious mythical Daluo, which has only one deity, but has countless incarnations and projections into the heavens!

They originally thought that such an existence was mysterious and difficult to understand, but they never expected that apart from such practitioners, the world was also the same.

Then if this is really the case, what kind of existence is the prehistoric world they are in at this time?

It is the source that differentiates countless similar worlds.

Or rather, it is just a small and inconspicuous existence on countless timelines as the eternal source world.

Then in what way do they exist?

Thinking of this, many monks whose Taoist hearts are not very firm, their eyes are blurred, and they are about to have their Taoist hearts broken and doubt their life.

To the point of denying the meaning of one's own existence.

Everyone in the world will subconsciously believe that they are the center of the world and that they are the best. How can they accept that they are just an insignificant clone of others?

As early as when Li Tong said that the Mythical Great Luo was projected into the heavens, they didn't care much about it. After all, how could such an existence be something they could afford?

No matter how arrogant they are, they are self-aware and understand that they can never be the projection clone of the so-called mythical Da Luo.

In fact, they had a vague sense of having fun, coming and going to see those great supernatural beings with great reputations, and even speculated on the thoughts of those saints without any malicious intent.

However, now that we know that our ancient world may be a projection, how can the creatures inside be real?

This time, he was eating melon on his own head and couldn't sit still.

Marshal Tianpeng, who was originally a bit optimistic, felt that it would be good to change his outlook and experience a fresh life after reading two of his own stories.

But at this moment, he suddenly woke up and said with a wry smile:

"Is it difficult to say that I have been practicing hard all my life, but I only exist as the shadow of others?"

"If this is the case, then what is the meaning of our existence? What is the purpose of practicing hard?"

Ancestor Styx was also a little dazed. He didn't care about Li Tong's remarks before. He thought that his family was unique, how could it be someone else's projection? It was simply nonsense.

But now, after hearing that their prehistoric world might be a world that was divided from its roots, I feel a little uneasy.

He couldn't help but frown when he thought of the countless blood-bodied incarnations of his men who could be killed and killed in just a single thought.

If he really is the incarnation of that source of existence, and if he meets him one day, wouldn't it mean that he is just like the Son of Blood God, whose wealth and life are in the hands of others?

"No, I can't accept it!"

Even if he dies, Ancestor Styx cannot accept his life being played with by others, even if his mind is running rapidly, he is thinking of countermeasures.

"Yes!"

He seemed to have found a life-saving straw:

"Foreign land, I must get a place to go to the foreign land this time. Only in this way can it be possible for me to go further, and only by continuously improving my cultivation level until I can rival that of a mythical giant."

"In this way, we won't have to worry about this!"

As soon as he made up his mind, Ancestor Styx's eyes suddenly became eager, like a blazing bloody flame, and he glanced at the surrounding immortals coldly, making their hearts tremble.

The Great Heavenly Lord was also a little shaken at this moment.

Could it be that the reason why everything went wrong for her was because he was just an incarnation of someone else, a projection?

So, does the incomplete woman not have the authority to control the three realms?

But it shouldn’t be!

If this is the case, then Dao Ancestor Hongjun should not have such achievements. How can he be able to conform to Dao with his body!

"Yes, it must not be like this!"

The Great Heavenly Lord clenched his fist tightly, drove away the chaotic thoughts from his heart, and then became firm again.

"So what if I am someone else's incarnation? I believe that one day I will be able to achieve the highest level. By then, we still don't know who is real and who is fake!"

She sneered in her heart, glanced around, and finally landed on Li Tong.

He was able to have such ambitions, but he realized that the storyteller who was a general variable in the world was not limited to this.

Otherwise, why would such a thing be made public to the public?

Isn’t it causing chaos and making the immortal’s heart unsettled?

This person must have another agenda secretly, and she could gain benefits from it and strengthen herself without even knowing it.

Just like the upcoming trip to a foreign land!

Eight Views Palace.

The Taishang's figure slowly emerged from the void, revealing his true form.

He nodded slowly as if thoughtfully:

"True is also false, false is also true, illusions come into being, but they follow their own destiny."

The Supreme Master comprehends the Great Dao, but he doesn’t pay much attention to the so-called origin. Even if he knows it, what can he do?

Worry, panic, and even self-abasement are just useless thoughts. Instead of thinking about these, it is better to let go of everything and realize the great truth.

When one reaches the level of cultivation, who is the source and who is the incarnation? This is not something that can be clearly distinguished at a glance.

He didn't take such shocking words to heart. The Supreme Being woke up from a wandering world. The main purpose of his speech was not because of Li Tong's words, but because of Li Tong's words.

"After all, the calamity has become a farce, and it's time to end."

"It's just that this one is on the list of gods."

The Supreme Being was silent for a long time, and finally stood up and left.

As the silhouette disappeared, a long voice came:

"In the end, it's up to the teacher to make the decision."