The Monkey King

Looking south to Buzhou.

A dark cloud hid the bright moon.

In the dark mountains and woods, the roars of various beasts lingered in my ears.

A pair of eyes stared at the strange and obviously extremely dangerous person in front of him in the darkness.

Sitting alone on a moss-covered rock, the six-eared macaque almost ignored the strong hostility coming from all around. He raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky through the dark branches and leaves. There was infinite confusion in those eyes.

What a familiar feeling it is to face a group of wild beasts alone in the forest late at night...Have you ever experienced the same scene before?

The six-eared macaque couldn't remember anything. Everything was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember anything. He can no longer even remember the spell he used when he just left the underworld.

Why can't I remember anything despite clearly remembering it?

The six-eared macaque didn't understand, but he didn't want to go back and ask the two bald donkeys, because his intuition told him that those two were enemies.

However, what should we do if we don’t go back and ask them?

Lowering his head, he stared blankly at his wrinkled hands.

A raven flapped its wings and passed over his head.

A few gophers were huddled in the corner, making some noise.

For a long time, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to remember hard.

Countless memory fragments flashed through my mind. Some were wailing, some were crying, some were screaming, some were fighting fiercely, and blood was everywhere...

He clenched his fists slightly.

Countless chaotic images rushed towards him in an instant. Filled with everything at once. At the same time, severe pain also came from the depths of his soul, as if something was tossing in his head, struggling, trying to break his skull and rush out.

He gritted his teeth. Hold on for dear life.

The muscles in both arms were stretched to the extreme, and the veins popped out. His whole body was trembling slightly because of the unbearable pain, and his wails rose into the sky, frightening the surrounding birds into the sky.

He saw himself standing in the clouds with a stick in his hand, fighting fiercely with the heavenly generals, and a huge battleship falling from the sky dragging thick smoke...

He saw himself sitting on a high throne, being worshiped by all the demons, and everyone respected him like a god...

He saw himself on the rough sea, facing off against a long-bearded old man who wielded four swords at the same time. Begin an extremely difficult battle...

…

As the memories deepen. The severe pain from the depths of his soul was getting more and more terrifying, and it was even approaching the limit of what he could bear.

But he continues.

The hurricane swept across the woods.

He held his head tightly and rolled on the ground, wailing in pain and raising dust all over the sky.

Everything he touched, whether it was trees or rocks, was instantly smashed into powder by those unconscious hands.

More and more pictures flashed by, and the speed became faster and faster. It was even so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

His whole head felt like it was going to explode.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly and froze.

Everything gradually became quiet, and the whole forest was silent. No other beast dared to make any noise at this moment.

After a long time, he laughed slowly and fell to the ground exhausted, holding his chest and panting.

"Still...I can't remember anything."

Yes, there are countless pictures filled with it. While recalling, I am forgetting crazily at the same time... remembering like this. How could it possibly be remembered?

Lying like this, he had forgotten the scene he just recalled.

A ray of breeze blew by, and the down on his cheeks trembled slightly. There is a refreshing and cool feeling.

He stared blankly at the night sky.

"This is the feeling of being alive..." He smiled faintly.

Just a short time ago, he existed only in eternal darkness and endless emptiness, but now he is alive. Can feel the cold and heat, pain and sorrow all around.

Even the smooth feeling brought by licking his lips made him remember it so much.

It's good to be alive.

Even if it hurts. It's also good, as long as you can stay alive.

Closing his eyes, he recalled Ksitigarbha's words - this was the only thing he could think of now.

"That bald donkey must be a liar, right? Looking like that is definitely not a good thing..."

The moon slowly poked its head out from behind the dark clouds. The six-eared macaque opened its eyes slightly, raised his hand and spread it under the moon to look at it carefully.

"You actually said that I don't have a body, hahahaha... I obviously do. If I don't have a body, then what is this?"

The next moment, the six-eared macaque's expression suddenly froze.

He was horrified to see that there were many cracks under the hair between his fingers!

He was startled and quickly climbed up from the ground, using the moonlight to examine his body carefully.

Almost every corner of the body!

I don’t know when the slender cracks have spread all over my body...

A deep fear quickly spread in the heart of the six-eared macaque.

Those cracks are like the ones that appear on the hands and feet of old farmers who have worked hard for many years. The difference is that their cracks reveal flesh and blood, while the six-eared macaque's cracks only have layers of hair under them.

"What...what's going on?"

The six-eared macaque trembled slightly and looked around in horror.

After a long time, when he lowered his head again, he discovered that the cracks on his hands were expanding bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye!

At this moment, a gust of breeze passed by, and the six-eared macaque felt violent tingling sensations all over its body, and it couldn't help but shrink into a ball.

It was a feeling as if the whole body was covered with tiny knife wounds and burned with a handful of salt.

In a daze, he saw with his own eyes that the hair that fell off his body was instantly turned into ashes in the wind...

At this moment, his eyes widened in fear.

Drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The heart seemed to have received a heavy blow, beating hard, beating hard.

"He...what he said...is true?"

Trembling slightly, he reached out his hand and pulled out two hairs from the back of his hand.

Soon, the hair turned into ashes in the breeze just like before.

The six-eared macaque was stunned.

When he looked at his palm again. He discovered that his thumb was missing!

The corners of his eyes, mouth, and his entire face were twitching slightly at this moment. There was only one word left in my mind: "death".

Real death is not just as simple as the soul peeling off the body and re-entering the six realms of reincarnation. But truly, completely disappearing...

The six-eared macaque looked at all this in horror and stood up suddenly.

"That guy... what did that guy just say? He said he wanted to suck blood! Yes. Suck blood! Any blood will do. Where is the blood? Where is the blood?"

He panicked and started running wildly through the forest, roaring all the way.

Countless birds were frightened into the sky.

A frightened wild boar howled and fled quickly.

The six-eared macaque gritted his teeth and jumped up. The next moment, he had hit the wild boar heavily.

With his bloodshot eyes open, the six-eared macaque climbed up from the wild boar trembling slightly, looking down at the wild boar that he had knocked unconscious. Breathing heavily.

"He said... he said that in addition to blood, he also needed essence... yes... essence."

He straightened the wild boar's head and inhaled a stream of milky white breath from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt a little clearer. The wild boar whose essence had been sucked by him had completely died.

Then, he couldn't wait to take advantage of the wild boar's corpse, which was still warm, and pounced on it like a hungry wolf, biting open its throat and sucking the blood greedily.

Scarlet blood dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the sand beneath his feet and fainted.

In the darkness, countless creatures were watching this scene in horror.

After a while. He struggled to get up from the ground.

"No...it's not enough..."

Leaving behind the mummified wild boar carcass, he ran forward crazily.

A burst of spiritual power exploded with the monkey as the center, instantly affecting the entire forest.

The next moment, countless essences dispersed from every corner and converged on him.

The carcasses of animals of all sizes fell all over the ground.

He bent down, picked up the animal carcasses one after another, and bit into them hard. He quickly sucked up the blood and threw it away.

"No, it's still not enough... No, it's still not enough, it's still not enough-!"

The shrill roar slowly echoed in the night sky.

At this time, in the direction he was heading, in a prosperous human town, people still knew nothing about the approaching danger...

…

In the underworld, on the empty altar, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata bowed and grabbed a handful of the shed hairs of the six-eared macaque.

A breeze blew by, and in an instant, the hair in his hand turned into ashes along with the ones scattered on the ground.

"The hunting should have started." Ksitigarbha on the side said calmly: "It is a big project to use the blood of living creatures to build a body as strong as before. Similarly, it is necessary to use the essence of living creatures to maintain the soul. , is also a big project. Before his body is completely condensed, he needs to struggle on the edge of life and death all the time. Just now, he probably wanted to recall the past... That would overdraw his spiritual power and die faster."

Wiping off the ashes on his hands, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata slowly stood up: "Can you remember?"

Ksitigarbha shook his head slowly and said: "How can you remember the memories that were washed away by the catastrophe? The more you think about it, the more you forget."

"As you said, you released a completely evil ghost. An evil ghost that can break through to the realm of heaven at any time. Without memory, he will be stronger and more difficult to deal with than the original Sun Wukong. .Almost no weaknesses.”

"You're worrying too much. As long as he is still Sun Wukong, he won't be unable to deal with it. Besides...if Xuanzang's method of universal salvation is feasible, why can't he be universally saved?" At this point, Ksitigarbha suddenly said meaningfully. He laughed and said: "The poor monk really wants to know. If you put two monster monkeys in front of you, you can only save one, and the other must be destroyed. What do you think of 'Pudu'?"

Zhengfa Ming Tathagata gave Ksitigarbha a meaningful look and said, "What's next? What are you going to do?"

Ksitigarbha replied with a half-smile, "Go to Lingshan Mountain."

"Go to Lingshan Mountain?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes." Ksitigarbha said leisurely: "Everything that needs to be done has been done. Next, we just need to wait for the good news in Lingshan." (To be continued ~^~)

PS: Well, I am refining the outline, which is a bit cumbersome. Please forgive me~