The Monkey King

Manjusri walked towards the demon army step by step.

Following the order from the demon general standing at the forefront, dozens of demon soldiers raised their spears and rushed forward, stepping on the bones of their comrades.

A flash of sword light flashed, and more than a dozen spears were chopped off.

Another sword light flashed, and a dozen heads flew into the sky with blood. One by one, bodies fell to the ground.

Stepping over the corpse, Manjusri continued to move forward step by step. Behind him, the Zhengfa Ming Tathagata and the monks Buddha just watched quietly.

"Follow me...kill--!" The demon general standing at the forefront rushed forward waving a scimitar.

All the monsters followed closely and rushed towards Manjusri like crazy.

Amidst the waves of sword energy, streaks of blood rose into the air with heads and stumps.

In the encirclement, bodies fell down one by one, but more monsters were still rushing towards him, like moths flying towards the flame.

Demons are not afraid of death like the Buddha, who only retains the Dharma. They should even be more afraid of death than any human being, because their lives are picked up after going through a lot of hardships.

But in order to maintain their beliefs, they had no choice.

Stepping on the corpses on the ground, Manjusri stepped onto the steps.

Blood splattered everywhere behind him, and his subordinates retreated into the hall in panic one by one. However, Dajiao still stood quietly, looking down at his daughter quietly, with his back to Manjusri who was frantically harvesting lives. , stood motionless.

…

Looking south to Buzhou.

Tathagata ran away in embarrassment. Sprint towards Huaguo Mountain. The monkey followed closely, also sprinting in the direction of Huaguo Mountain.

While flying, the fierce battle continued. The golden cudgel stretched out repeatedly and swept towards Tathagata, setting off a hurricane that swept across.

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Manjusri stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. The monks behind him quickly rushed in with him.

A demon general was hit by several swords. He knelt down on one knee behind Dajiao and said with his last strength: "General... If you have the chance, please tell the Great Sage... General, I have tried my best." …”

"Yes..." Pursing his lips, Dajiao gritted his teeth and said softly: "Yes."

"Thank you... thank you..."

He lowered his head slightly. The wounds on his body were still bleeding. The demon general didn't make any sound.

The tall body, the slightly curved back, everything was frozen in this moment.

The remaining dozens of demon army generals have retreated to the throne, with only Dajiao still standing quietly.

"You are worthy of respect until the end of the battle." The tip of Manjusri's sword touched the ground, and drops of blood slid down the blade. He raised his head high and said: "I won't make things difficult for you, poor monk. Just end it on your own. .”

"Humph, kill yourself?" Dajiao smiled slowly, took a deep breath, and said: "What do you think we are? We are just demons, not the Tianhe Navy. What kind of humiliation have we not suffered? Brothers, we will fight until the end. What qualifications do you have to commit suicide?"

Turning around, Dajiao bent down, stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the general behind him, and said softly: "I will be here soon. None of you will be alone, and none of you will..."

"Generals, listen to the order." He raised his head and shouted: "Set up your formation to defend against the enemy!"

The remaining demon army gathered around him again, showing off their weapons.

Each one of them was exhausted, scarred, and exhausted all their strength. Can't bear to fight anymore.

But everything is different.

A hundred years ago, he had nothing. They wanted nothing except the hope of living.

A hundred years later, they have ideals and no longer fight alone.

They are no longer selfish, they can fight to the end to cover the retreat of their companions, because they have been infinitely close to the world in the old white ape's dream.

Even if it was just a phantom, they had indeed vaguely seen it, and they believed it.

"It's all for Huaguoshan, go to hell. This is the last order."

"promise!"

Holding their weapons high, they roared and rushed towards Manjusri one by one...

…

In the empty buildings, monks went back and forth, setting everything on fire. Thick smoke rose into the sky and quickly spread to the entire Huaguo Mountain.

The blue sky fire burned out all the heat at this time, so that snow began to fall in the sky.

The snow fell on the fire, turned into water, poured into the blackened beams, made a "squeaking" sound, and then turned into clouds and smoke rising up.

This is snow that does not come from the gift of any god. It is natural snow, just like it was thousands of years ago, when there were no gods in this world.

Just like all the monsters in this world, even if they are not recognized, they still exist stubbornly.

With the fall of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the demon city that had stood for hundreds of years slowly collapsed in the light of the fire. To the demons, it heralds the end of an era.

However, the real history may have just begun...

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When he saw the flames soaring into the sky, the monkey's heart skipped a beat, leapt over the Tathagata, and rushed straight towards the Huaguo Mountain.

Amid the raging fire, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

The charred ruins, corpses everywhere, the pumice stone carrying Qitian Palace and its throne slowly fell in front of our eyes... everything was destroyed, leaving only countless monks and Buddhas.

He pursed his lips and watched quietly.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the snowflakes flying in the red firelight. He took a deep breath, a little panicked, and his nose was slightly sore.

He should have cried, but he didn't. Maybe the pain will also be numb.

The floating snowflakes fell on his shoulders, evaporated instantly and disappeared without a trace.

The fluff on his cheeks trembled slightly in the wind.

There was no hoarse wailing, but there was a feeling as if all the strength in the body had been taken away instantly. It felt cold. No matter how hard the hand holding the golden cudgel was, it seemed that it had not been tightened and could be tightened.

A feeling of powerlessness.

Wasn't he mentally prepared for all this?

Verbal threats may not work on those Buddhas. And he could only prevent Tathagata from approaching the Flower and Fruit Mountain, prevent Tathagata from taking action against them, and try to defeat Tathagata, but he could not deal with so many monks and Buddhas at the same time.

No one in the entire Huaguo Mountain can resist these Buddhas, even for a short period of time. Even if he suppresses Tathagata, he won't be able to do it.

After all, it was too late...

Short Mouth, Lingxi, and Heizi are all dead, and so are the nine fellow disciples. Where are the others? Did they evacuate successfully?

Who else is there...the closest person around me, who is left?

Slowly landing on the ground, the monkey dragged the golden hoop and walked barefoot on the ruins, looking back and forth at every broken wall and the face of every corpse.

My heart clenched tightly.

Take a closer look at the city for the first time. Unexpectedly, it was to search for the corpse of an old friend.

With his arrival. The surrounding monks quickly dispersed, each one hanging in the air and watching quietly.

In the distance, he saw Dharma Ming Tathagata, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra.

Walking all the way to the pumice stone of Qitian Palace, he saw Dajiao's body among the ruins of the completely collapsed Ten Thousand Demons Palace.

He swallowed dryly and stood there with his head slightly lowered. He stared at the big horn with dozens of swords in his body and even his intestines cut out.

Everyone was watching him too.

A breeze blew by, and countless sparks were lifted into the sky, like flying fireflies.

In the firelight, the monkey stood quietly, lowering his head and looking at the big horn in the gap between the ruins.

Tathagata landed a hundred feet away behind him, seemingly waiting for something quietly.

All the monks retreated slowly, and the Buddhas assumed a fighting stance.

The whole world seemed to be silent, and only the fire was burning.

When he raised his head again, the corners of the monkey's eyes were twitching. He sighed softly: "You guys did a great job. Well done...really."

He looked around at the monks in the sky, taking deep breaths and feeling a little at a loss. Gritting his teeth, he smiled.

Everyone stared in silence with wide eyes.

"What are you waiting for? What are you still waiting for? Waiting to see if my Taoist heart is broken?"

No one answered.

They were still watching with wide eyes, feeling a little more uneasy in their hearts.

Tathagata's brows slowly frowned.

With his back to Tathagata, the monkey's shoulders were trembling slightly. He exhaled a mist: "You have really destroyed Huaguo Mountain. Next, the problem will be much simpler."

Before everyone present could recover, the monkey had already rolled into the sky, and the golden hoop swept out, instantly knocking away nearly a thousand monks.

The originally dense sky suddenly opened up into a fan shape.

Everyone stepped back in shock, except Tathagata who still stood where he was.

The golden cudgel lowered slowly, pointing at Tathagata, and he said coldly: "Next, you and I are the only ones left, fighting to the death."

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The Taoist heart is not broken.

The killing begins.

The monkey waved the golden hoop, roared, and went back and forth between the monks and the Buddha like a completely crazy beast. No one caught by him could escape the end of his soul being destroyed.

The Buddhist army fled in all directions, but they were dragged back one by one and torn into pieces. Just like what he did outside Nantianmen.

From the beginning to the end, Tathagata just watched quietly and didn't even come to rescue.

After a long time, when more than half of the Buddhist army was dead or injured, Tathagata clasped his hands together and let out a long sigh.

The Taoist heart was not broken. Only then did Tathagata realize that the monkey's Taoist heart was not protecting anyone at all. He will fight at all costs for the people around him, but that doesn't mean that his Taoist heart is to protect.

From beginning to end, he guessed wrong. Not only did he guess the Taoist heart wrongly, but he also understood the other party's Taoist heart and planted the seeds of destruction in his own body, so that his cultivation level was half useless. If not, this monkey would have done nothing to help him.

The figure flickered, appeared in front of the monkey, and said softly: "The matter has come to this, why not let you and I completely resolve this cause and effect. If the poor monk loses, the Buddhists will resolve it themselves, and it will save you a lot of effort." "

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then, the poor monk will cover up your perception again. You can't find everyone with just Vajra." Tathagata said softly. (To be continued ~^~)

PS: Well, I promised to update it yesterday, but it turned out to be today...keep working hard on coding~