The Monkey King

Another violent bombardment.

The air flow centered on the bombardment and swept out. The clouds in the sky spread like ripples, and billowing dust rose on the ground.

In the strong wind, the monkey gritted his teeth and took back the golden hoop he had thrown out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Xuanzang's figure.

He saw Xuanzang lying on the ground, curled up into a ball. His hands were clasped tightly together, as if praying for something. The black bear spirit was standing beside him, about to reach out to help him.

Suddenly, the monkey was stunned.

However, it was only a moment's hesitation. The tense battle situation cannot tolerate even a moment's distraction. The next moment, he roared and rushed in the direction of Taiyi Zhenren, hitting the shield of the battle formation again.

Another violent impact came from a distance, and the sand and gravel brought up by the air flow brushed past Xuanzang's lying body like ocean waves.

Not far away, the canopy stood up slowly with the only upright wooden stake beside him, looked at Xuanzang from a distance, and opened his mouth slightly.

A stream of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Severe pain came, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of helplessness. He smiled and said: "The storm is coming..."

The victory that was within reach just a moment ago was reduced to crumbs in just a moment.

Looking at the corpses on the ground and listening to the sobs in the corner that were almost covered by the sound of the strong wind, at this moment, Tianpeng finally understood what the "force" Xuanzang mentioned was.

That can't be accomplished by the initiative of the black bear spirit, nor can it be accomplished by a monkey's promise. Even... no one's promise in this world can make up for the "power" missing in Xuanzang's words.

Let good flowers bloom good fruits, let good people have a good ending, let evil people get the punishment they deserve... In a country, perhaps all it takes is the king's nod, and then everything will fall into place. However, if heaven and earth do evil, if gods do evil. Even if Buddhists do evil, what should they do?

This is no longer as simple as "power". What Xuanzang needed was to tamper with the laws of heaven and earth. According to the laws of heaven and earth. Only by leading people to do good can universal salvation be achieved.

Does this kind of power really exist?

Smiling helplessly, Canopy slowly leaned toward the wooden stake beside him.

"This time, it seems there is no chance of winning..."

…

at this time. In the wind, Qingxin is flying across thousands of mountains and rivers to find France.

Behind him, Nezha followed closely with a look of panic on his face. He glanced at Qingxin without saying a word.

…

Lingxiao Palace.

A Qing family member walked quickly into the palace, passed through the numerous immortals, walked around to the Jade Emperor's dragon case, and whispered something.

Suddenly, the Jade Emperor's brows frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, the Jade Emperor stroked his long beard and said, "Let him come in."

Upon hearing this, the Qing family immediately turned around. He shouted in a longer voice: "Xuan, King Qin Guang has an audience -!"

"Xuan, King Qin Guang has an audience -!"

"Xuan, King Qin Guang has an audience..."

As the shouts went away, the immortals in the hall looked at each other, each one slightly surprised.

"What's going on? King Qin Guang...Since King Ksitigarbha took over the underworld, he has never gone to the palace to see His Majesty in person."

"Is there anything important?"

"If it's really important... then it's a big deal."

From a distance, King Qin Guang had already rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the main hall with his body bowed.

All the immortals in the hall looked back.

…

Xuanzang lowered his head while leaning on the wooden stick he had picked up. Walking back step by step against the sweeping wind and sand. Unsteady.

Behind him, the black bear spirit hugged the already cold body of the king and followed closely.

In almost every corner, you can see pairs of eyes looking longingly.

From beginning to end. Xuanzang just lowered his head and did not have the courage to look at them. Because he simply couldn't give them anything they wanted, even if he had already promised them.

With the black bear spirit, Xuanzang walked into a building whose roof had been lifted off, leaving only ruins on all sides. In a house that can no longer be called a house.

"Here, at least it can block the wind." After saying this, Xuanzang turned back and instructed the black bear spirit to put the king down.

The black bear spirit complied.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanzang knelt beside the king's body and helped the king tidy up his clothes expressionlessly.

"Go and help the poor monk...get some water."

The black bear spirit couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and whispered: "If I walk away, if the master is in danger..."

"You go ahead, I'll watch here." Little Bailong had already stood at the door without knowing it, leaning against the door crookedly.

Nodding silently, the black bear spirit turned and left.

Xiao Bailong walked step by step to the king's body and squatted down, asking softly: "What are you doing? If it is burial, it is not too late to wait until they finish the beating."

"The poor monk will chant sutras for him to appease the souls of the dead."

"Chanting sutras?" Xiao Bailong suddenly laughed: "There's no need to rush into chanting sutras."

Xuanzang murmured to himself: "There is no time. There are too many people and not enough time."

"What?" Xiao Bailong stood up immediately: "You want to personally recite sutras for everyone, are you not crazy?"

Xuanzang's hands paused for a moment, but soon he resumed arranging the king's clothes.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "Have you ever heard of a man with great ambitions but few talents... That's just a poor monk. A poor monk thinks he can make people do good, and eventually achieve enlightenment and universal salvation... In fact, what a poor monk can really do is start from the beginning. In the end, it’s all there is.”

He stopped talking. He just lowered his head and still concentrated on doing what he thought he should do. Xiao Bailong was left standing there blankly.

…

In the distance, the fierce fighting continued.

The roller blind covered the wound and limped to the side of the canopy against the wind and sand, bowed and sat down.

"Marshal, do you think the Twelve Golden Immortals took the wrong medicine and actually attacked us?"

Canopy didn't answer. He just leaned weakly against the wooden stake, closed his eyes, and occasionally looked towards the house where Xuanzang was.

The black bear spirit walked in hurriedly carrying a basin of water.

"Marshal." Juanlian asked hesitantly, "What is Master Xuanzang doing?"

"I...don't know either." Tianpeng lowered his head slightly.

The disappointed look made Rolling Blinds stunned for a while. It felt like...the journey to the west had failed.

…

Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

A monk knelt in the middle of the hall and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the situation in France is completely out of control. The number of casualties is probably over 10,000. Even the king who prayed for France was killed on the spot!"

Hearing this, the discussion in the palace suddenly started.

An Arhat quickly asked: "Then...what is Xuanzang doing at this moment?"

"He is..." The monk hesitated for a moment and replied: "Chanting sutras."

"Recite sutras?" All the Arhats were stunned: "What sutras are you reciting?"

"Recite... recite sutras to appease the souls of the dead." After that. The monk bowed deeply.

For a moment, all the Arhats were confused: "Appease the undead?"

"It's...the kind that are those mortal monks who have learned the Taoist recitations?"

"Isn't that a lie?"

"It's still somewhat useful, it's better than nothing."

A burst of snickering sounded in the hall.

A moment ago, he was extremely tall in their minds. Xuanzang, who could even argue with the Buddha, turned into such a despicable wandering monk the next moment.

The Buddhas who were still standing still turned their faces sideways and looked at the Tathagata on the lotus platform.

The Tathagata let out a long sigh and said: "The way to universal salvation. It is related to the fate of heaven and earth. How can a few words lead people to do good? After this battle, Xuanzang should know that God's will cannot be violated. He insists on heading west. , in the end, not only does it not contribute to the Purification, but it actually increases one's own sins. How can a person who is full of sins achieve a Purification?"

As he spoke, Tathagata spread his hands. He looked around at the Buddhas.

I saw all the Buddhas clasping their hands together and bowing their heads in acknowledgment.

An Arhat bowed forward and said, "So, is this the end of this debate?"

Tathagata smiled faintly and said: "Look at Xuanzang. If he is willing to return eastward, the debate ends here. If he still insists on traveling westward, what awaits him in this spiritual mountain can only be an abyss."

"Abyss?" For a moment, those Buddhas and Arhats spoke. They all opened their eyes slightly.

At this moment, another monk entered the hall and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, King Guang of Qin has arrived at the Lingxiao Palace."

"King Qin Guang is going to the Lingxiao Palace?" for a moment. The exclamations in the hall were no less than those in the Lingxiao Palace, and pairs of eyes looked at Ksitigarbha. Ksitigarbha raised his head slightly and looked at Tathagata.

There was no joy, no sadness, no fear, no anger in that face. as usual.

…

At this time, a boy handed Lao Jun a post from Lingxiao Palace with both hands.

Laojun waved his hand and pointed at Yuanshi Tianzun beside him.

Seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, and without waiting for the boy to tell him, he stood up and walked over.

After just one glance, Yuanshi Tianzun's brows were already furrowed, and he reached out and handed the post to the Tongtian Cult Leader beside him.

After flipping through it, Master Tongtian's brows also frowned.

"So that's it." Yuanshi Tianzun pursed his lips and said: "I didn't expect that Buddhism would quietly come up with such a thing. No wonder Taiyi decided that the monster that attacked Kunlun Mountain was the monster monkey."

Saying that, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Lao Jun, who had been lowering his head to make the medicine: "Let's go."

"Not going."

"My Chan Sect's vitality is seriously injured, what good will it do to you?"

"What's the harm to me if the three realms are wiped out?" Lao Jun replied without thinking: "Old bones, I can't do these dirty jobs."

"You!" Leader Tongtian stood up and said, "Your precious disciple is also rushing there, how do you know you won't hurt her?"

"So what if I'm injured? It's the monkey that should be worried about."

This sentence immediately made Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Cult Leader speechless for a while.

Helpless, Yuanshi Tianzun had no choice but to turn around and leave. Seeing that Master Tongtian was still standing still, he stretched out his hand to pull it away.

After the two of them left the small attic, Lao Jun stretched his neck to take a look, quietly called the boy kneeling aside, and whispered: "Take my master's magic weapon and go for a run. Wan As soon as your junior sister... takes action. If it doesn't work, just tell the monkey about it. Do you understand?"

The boy nodded quickly and rushed out of the attic.

Until then, Lao Jun snorted coldly, lowered his head and continued to pound the medicine, sighing leisurely: "The trick is within the trick, the trick is within the trick... I have played this trick many times in the past, don't mix in, don't mix in. Let's just be a person." Alchemist is good. Hahahaha." (~^~)

PS: Today is Chapter 666, 66 is a great success~