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"Han monk!" The demon king turned his head and said angrily, "What kind of monster are you beheading! What kind of demon are you killing!"

"You compare yourself to the practitioners of the way of heaven, and now you are harming the common people, what kind of way of heaven is it!"

"How can such a stubborn monster like you be considered a living being?"

The demon king sneered, brushed the flowers and plants, and made a plate with his backhand, gathering some bright white air around his hand.

"Whether the common people live or not is determined by you, and the way of heaven or earth is also determined by you," the cloud of white air became bigger and bigger, and the brilliance in the center of the air penetrated through the heavy white mist, still flashing and hurting everyone's eyes, "Is life And as a demon, you don't even have the slightest right to control your own destiny."

The emperor and all the soldiers couldn't help but raised their hands, and covered the rippling light with their backhands, even the Han monk was forced to squint his eyes, still surprised and said: "Didn't you abandon the demon pill yourself?" ! How, how..."

"Why do you have such magic power now?" Thick blood flowed from the corner of the demon king's mouth, she wiped it with her sleeve, and the new blood still flowed down the old road, she closed her eyes, and calmed down , Refining the pure in your hands, "This is not my power. You gods and Buddhas are high above you, knowing what the rich are like, what the poor are like, what the emperor is like, and what courtiers are like. But do you know that among the mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees, there are far greater ones than you? strength."

"Even if I have a demon pill, it's still not as good as this refined, meager energy of heaven and earth." She recited a decision with her eyes closed, and the cloud of white energy in her hand floated up, staggering at first, and then like a gust of wind Pan rushed towards the Han monk.

Even though the Han monk had been prepared, the copper bells on the staff jingled indiscriminately.It's just that he blocked from left to right but couldn't avoid the cloud of white air. The white cloud would disperse when confronted with pressure, and suddenly recondense, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

He glared round his canthus, and could only open his eyes to watch the glistening white ball enter from his forehead, and when it was almost completely exhausted, the light burst out, flashing an extremely pure and majestic light, which made Han Monk close his eyes reluctantly. squinted.

The Han monk only thought that he was about to die here, but gradually realized that not only did he feel no pain, but even the Lingtai was so clear that he could see willow leaves a hundred steps away with his eyes open.

The love and hate in the past are all in front of his eyes.

In his previous life, he was reincarnated as a little boy sweeping the floor in front of the Buddha's seat. He listened to the sound of the Brahma bell in front of the temple day and night, and grew and leached some spiritual roots day and night.It's just that the Dharma is obscure and difficult to understand, and it's not as interesting as counting the veins in his hands.

One day he missed—for some other reason, he accidentally broke a mercury lamp in front of the hall.

The lamp bone rolled to the ground, fell down the steps, and was smashed by the corner of the steps. The light inside suddenly went out, and the ground was covered with bright and broken pieces of glass.

The majestic voice of the Buddha sounded from the top of his head: "Little boy, why do you despise my great teaching?"

Contemptuous of the Great Teaching?When the big hat was buckled down, it was so heavy that his forehead buzzed, and he couldn't react for a long time.

"I will punish you for reincarnation in the next life, and walk to my Leiyin Temple step by step to pay for your sins."

Before he was taken away, he finally saw the Buddha's last side.

Baoxiang is solemn, with benevolent brows and narrowed eyes, but from the Buddha's compassionate appearance, he can clearly see some anger to eat people.

So in this life, he was born with the strange appearance of a blood-mouthed dragon. His mother died of dystocia after giving birth to him. Seeing that he was a demon fetus, his father panicked and wanted to strangle him to death, but he was stabbed by a blood thorn on his body instead. In one fell swoop, the poison hit the heart and died.He suffered so much in the first half of his life, and finally he was sealed up by people, and he dived into the abyss in a daze, devouring passers-by in countless barren days.

Later, the Bodhisattva came to enlighten him and taught him to change into a human body and unfold the old things of the past life with him.

Oh, so, without him, the mother would have given birth to a bright and lovely child, who would have been in love with his father forever?

He couldn't bear it, and asked the Bodhisattva this way.

The Bodhisattva remained silent, opened his mouth for a long time, and then said some grandiose words.

He couldn't help but be very disappointed when he heard that, he just asked persistently: "The people who helped me along the way were finally killed by the government. Where are those people from the government now? I want to avenge my brothers."

The Bodhisattva couldn't bear it anymore, and sneered: "Why do you think they died, and why did they come to help you?" Then he felt a slip of the tongue, and still kept silent. well-being.

He didn't understand why the Buddha bothered to give him a demon body, and he didn't understand why he helped him in secret.

Now that the Lingtai is clear, memories of the past come flooding back, but he finds out that these catastrophes that he wants to solve, the catastrophes that he thought was destined, have been arranged step by step by the gods and Buddhas in the sky, so that his family will be ruined and he will have nowhere to go.

It turns out that human life is as light as nothing, and the suffering made of real flesh and blood is just a chess game with a well-thought-out plan in the eyes of the heavenly rulers.

It's not as good as the golden mouse stealing the lamp oil in front of the Buddha, which can still be regarded as admiring the Buddha's teachings and having a good spirituality.

The Han monk lightly closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, and when he opened them again, his eyes were peaceful.

He nodded slightly to the Demon King as a thank you.

The monsters along the way were born in response to disasters. They first harmed the people, and only waited for him to surrender. In the end, they found out that they were just the favorite pets of the fairy Laojun in the sky. They were not allowed to go down to earth by themselves, and they were already punished——

All the sufferings he suffered, all the sufferings suffered by those related to him, and all the sufferings suffered by the people along the way were nothing more than asking him to kill demons and demons, to spread the Dharma, and to make everyone believe in the magnificence of the Dharma. It can make the demons take care of their sleeves.

If it was said that the worship of the common people made him regain some meaning, now he just feels ashamed and dare not speak up.

He blew himself up the demon pill, burning his heart and soul, and every inch of it was wiped out.

"It's enough for me to go all the way here. It has nothing to do with emotions, but there is no need to go any further."

The wind blew past and swept away the scattered ashes one after another. He was like rootless water. It is not difficult to say that this is the best farewell.

The demon king stretched out his hand to grab a piece of unburned sleeve, and when it touched his palm, it scattered into specks of ash, attached to the dust, dancing and spinning in the dawn sunlight.

Standing side by side with the empress, she watched the sea of ​​clouds dissipate in the distance, revealing the peaks of the green mountains. The morning light did not care about monsters, people and gods, and the mountains, rivers, and vegetation were equally shining. It poured down everywhere and dumped on the grass at your feet.

Everything is a new beginning.

According to historical records, in the eighth year of Dingkang, Empress Xiande and the Emperor traveled to Baoshan, died of a sudden illness, and the Emperor mourned greatly.

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In the ninth year of Dingkang, despite the objections of the courtiers, the emperor appointed the imperial concubine as the queen, sitting up and down, sitting and eating, just like ordinary couples.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write something after reading Journey to the West, but it took too long to remember what I wanted to say.It is still lacking in mind and hard to write, so it can only be regarded as an unfinished ending. I am very sorry, but I still like the setting of the demon king and the empress == bow.

Thanks a million for reading.