Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

People, stepping on the underworld, stepping on the underworld, gradually drift away, but the words they leave behind are so thought-provoking.

“In the next life, if you believe, you will have it, if you don’t believe it, there will be two similar flowers in the world?” King Chu Jiang slowly chewed the meaning of this sentence, and the more he chewed, the more he felt that it contained thousands of things.

“The years are long, thousands of years look back, a flower withers, a flower blooms!”

King Qin Guang took the words, he couldn’t help but recall his predecessor, was he no longer himself?

“What if there is only one great witch in the world? So who is the king of Yan Luo who is now a man? King Yan Luo’s eyes were confused.

“Hey!”

Seeing this, Meng Po couldn’t help sighing heavily.

The so-called, enlightenment!

The so-called, Zen machine!

It is just a means to see one’s mind, strengthen one’s own beliefs, and unshackle the human body.

Said, the Tao is like that; Speaking of Zen, Zen is just like that.

“Idiot, even if you are allowed to become a human, are you still well-developed in limbs and simple-minded?”

“Are you you, and I still need to talk about this? If you can’t learn from him, don’t learn blindly and enlighten blindly! ”

Meng Po sighed heavily, and then pointed out, and all ten Yan Luo were hit hard and vomited blood on the spot.

Ten Temples Yan Luo, the injury instantly woke up, they would actually doubt themselves, doubt the “witch” they had been cultivating!

“What a disappointment to the old age!”

Meng Po sighed helplessly, and then the figure gradually disappeared.

In the Houtu Hall, Pingxin Niangniang also sighed heavily, and the little ambition that had risen in her heart was also extinguished at this moment.

“The last trace of the bloodline of the Wu Clan cannot be cut off in my hands, since you are so unbearable, then this series of plans will end here!”

Pingxin Niangniang shook her head helplessly, and she picked up the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily” again and read it carefully.

At this moment, perhaps only this thing can make it forget that painful memory and have peace in their hearts.

Treasure Elephant Country.

After the death of the yellow robe monster, he inexplicably became a black robe monster and called himself the younger brother of the yellow robe monster.

After that, Sun Wukong was persuaded by the sand monk to return, and the two fought the black robe, but found that the black robe monster was one of the star kings in the sky, Sun Wukong went to the Heavenly Court and asked the twenty-seven stars to recall him to the Heavenly Court.

After that, Sun Wukong broke the demon law, helped the Tang monk restore his original form, and the master and apprentice returned to good, continuing their journey west.

In the heavens and the earth, the first rays of dawn came down, when the Tang monks packed their bags and prepared to go on the road.

Jiang Hao’s fluttering words were decided to cancel today’s plan.

“I’m in a bad mood today and don’t want to rush!”

Jiang Hao half-leaned on the beauty, toasting and drinking, and his eyebrows were full of melancholy.

Everyone in the Tang monks looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

At this speed, I really don’t know when this road of learning scriptures from the West Heaven will be completed.

“Young Master, are you homesick?”

With a flattering eye in the corner of her eyes, Mrs. Bai Bone personally poured a glass of fine wine for Jiang Hao and sent it to her lips to feed her to drink.

“Homesick? There is a point, but I am in a bad mood, not this! ”

“What’s that for?”

“Because, I wonder, if one day, I too fall on this road, who will personally give me a funeral like me? Cry for me? ”

When the words fell, Jiang Hao was drinking a glass of wine, but unfortunately, although the wine was sweet, it was not half drunk.

This kind of topic was too heavy for Mrs. White Bone to answer, so she had to fill it with wine again, and the Tang Monk and Sun Wukong, who were constantly eavesdropping not far away, also showed a thoughtful face.

“Haha, I’m joking, I’m invincible in battle, invincible in the same realm, how can I lose? How can you lose! ”

“Today, it is rare to have Yaxing, grind it for me!”

Jiang Hao drank another glass of wine, and finally had a hint of drunkenness, and then waved his sleeves, and a stone table, an ink, a stroke, and a piece of paper appeared in front of him.

“No!”

Mrs. White Bone responded to the life, gently moved Jiang Hao, who was leaning on her chest, to an ancient tree, and then got up to grind.

The ink had been polished, Jiang Hao drank another glass of wine, sat down on the stone chair, and raised his pen to write.

Celebrity Column (Issue 3): Post-Earth Chapter.

The Descendants, the ancestral witches.

The ancestral witch, also known as the demon god, is transformed by the essence blood of Pangu, born with a strong flesh, devouring heaven and earth, manipulating feng shui and thunder and lightning, reclaiming the sea and moving mountains, changing the world and changing the earth, and there are few of them under the saints.

Ancestral witches, there are twelve numbers, emperor rivers: like yellow sacs, red as dan fire, six-legged and four-winged, Hun Dun faceless, ancestral witch of space speed.

Sentence: Green bamboo, bird body and human face, foot riding two dragons, the ancestor of oriental wood.

Houtu: Human snake tail, seven hands on the back, hands on the chest, holding the snake in both hands, the ancestor witch of the central earth.

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Since it is the Houtu chapter, since the Houtu is the protagonist, other ancestors have the opportunity to discuss it.

Writing here, Jiang Hao’s pen in his hand suddenly paused, he was thinking about which perspective to write from and in which way. _

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