Xie Huansheng

Oh god, I was almost cut into pieces for mutton soup! "

Wukong's face faded layer by layer, and gradually became pale. The overwhelming weakness overwhelmed him. He staggered back, and puddles of dry snow were blown up by the soles of his feet. "How...he...his body?"

With one pawn in his hand, he threw the Earth Lord down heavily.

"This... At that time, the world was turned upside down... I didn't see the little god clearly. In the blink of an eye, people disappeared, and a dragon as big as that disappeared. Look——" The land lord trembled, even the thought of running away Having lost everything, he obediently took out two pieces of dragon armor from his waist, and handed them up respectfully, "The scales left by the magic dragon."

"Missing?" Wukong looked at the dragon armor in his hand and murmured, "You... let's go, I, I still need to stay here."

The Land Lord picked up his crutches and ran away without touching the ground as if he had received a pardon.

Is he really dead?Now that you're dead, why don't you leave me anything?

Wukong bit his hand and squatted on the ground crying.He wept endlessly, he had never seen such abundant tears in his life, the teardrops were big and hot, like molten iron splashed from a smelting pot, hitting the back of his hand, mixing with his saliva, whistling Drenched in the snow.

At this time, a familiar voice came from a distance.

"Sun Wukong."

A familiar voice, but an unfamiliar cold tone.

After a few days of wind and snow, something has changed irreversibly.

Wukong turned around on the spot, staring at Xie Huansheng with wide eyes.Xie Huansheng was wearing a python-patterned black robe and a dragon crown on his head. His tall body cast a huge shadow on his head, like a mighty king.

He said calmly: "You shouldn't have come here, go back."

"Ha!" Wukong jumped up, laughing and crying, "I knew you were playing tricks! Why are you dressed like this? You—" he spread his arms, eager to embrace him, But Xie Huansheng sent his hand forward and pushed him away.

Wukong looked at him in disbelief: "Ah Sheng, you...have you forgotten again? I am—"

"You are Sun Wukong who fights against Buddha." Xie Huansheng replied coldly.

"You... why are you..."

"Everything in the past can be erased in one stroke." Xie Huansheng said as he took off the beads and held them up high in front of him.

Wukong's eyes widened and he screamed in panic, "Stop! Xie Huansheng! Stop!"

Xie Huansheng smiled contemptuously, and slowly opened his five fingers, and the beads rolled down silently, like a cheap water splash between their feet.

"Let's go, we will meet again—" His smile became bitter, "See you on the battlefield."

"I don't! I refuse!" Wukong screamed sharply, shaking his head desperately like a child, "I don't want to! You have to explain it to me!"

Xie Huansheng spread out his arms, and his long sleeves turned over Mo Yang: "See clearly, I'm not Xie Huansheng, I'm not me!"

It is a complete demon.

"Go!" He suddenly said viciously, "Go to the Jade Emperor and confess my crimes, and tell him that this eternal grievance will be difficult!"

Wukong shut his mouth for a moment, and stared at him with a piercing gaze. He gritted his teeth: "I don't believe it! Asheng, tell me what made you like this!"

"Don't you believe me?" Xie Huansheng raised his hand with a sneer, a cluster of suffocating rays of light condensed on his palm, and he slapped his chest unreservedly!

Wukong flew back lightly and feebly, fell to the ground, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Hahaha..." He smiled helplessly, "You kill me, it's over! Anyway, I don't believe it at all!"

"Silly monkey, all of this was planned by me. I killed Yan Sanlang and Yu Lanjun just to help me return to my original body - I was lying to you from the beginning to the end. Are you satisfied?"

He turned around and disappeared into the long snow.

☆, 54

"Your Majesty?" The Queen Mother smiled and handed over a glass of wine.She smiled so gently, even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were as gentle as a smile of a breeze on the lake.

He took the wine, turned the cup slowly, and in the cup, the jade was mixed with Gouqiong, which was fragrant and fragrant, and it was the bodhi cream of Jiulu Fenghua. "Well?"

"What are you worried about?" she asked with concern.

At this time, the battle of ten thousand waterfalls and quicksand has already started, and the bitter battle that hangs on the line of life, she doesn't care who wins or loses, she only sees the anguish that emerges from the corner of his mouth.

"Worried? Ha! After so many years, I have long forgotten what it feels like to be worried." He picked up the cup and drained the wine, but felt that it was not enough, so he held up the empty cup and poured it into his mouth.

The Queen Mother stretched out her hand to hold the wine glass. Her hand was warm and soft, like a peony petal in the sunny spring breeze. "There's still wine."

Jade Emperor looked away: "No need."

She suddenly felt sad, and turned her head to catch his gaze: "Four Heavenly Kings, Five Fang Jiedi, 12 Yuan Chen, all the gods of the Milky Way are fighting for you. I remember that it was the God of War and Kui who stood there back then." Wang, later it was changed to fight against Buddha, and now it is him in turn, you..."

"What about me?" He interrupted her sharply, and Mai Huang's face gradually showed sullenness, "It is he who knows the difference between the past and the present, and helped the evil and the evil. It is my greatest gift to let him die on the battlefield! Why? It is expected that he will make a comeback after reincarnation, and no one will live in peace!" He suddenly laughed, "Retribution! This is all retribution!"

"No," the Queen Mother rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb, and comforted him, "As long as people in the world can be better, whatever you do is right."

The Jade Emperor closed his eyes and smiled again, and said softly: "You go back, let me be quiet for a while."

Ten thousand waterfalls and quicksand.

The wind is blowing, and the fog is blowing.

The soldiers are like ants piled up, each showing their supernatural power, but Xie Huansheng stands tall with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows raised proudly, his feet stepping on the bones of thousands of people, pointing to the gods and generals: "Let's go, I alone will be enough!"

The first one to come up is Wukong.

He shouted helplessly, and the long soldiers drew a long arc in mid-air, accompanied by screams of pain, the holy needles and holy lights opened and closed and turned towards the bloodthirsty demon god.

Xie Huansheng just stood there with a sneer, relaxed all over, as if he was playing the simplest game.Immediately, he raised his left hand and grasped the golden cudgel as thick as a bowl like a toothpick.Wukong looked at him while floating in the heavy snow, the same person, with completely different eyes, made him retreat, the flame in his eyes suddenly died down, he whispered, whispered again, humbly begged: "Ah Sheng, Stop it!"

Xie Huansheng grinned at him. His smile used to be as radiant as spring breeze turning into rain, but now it has become blood splashed on the silver gray curtain.

Cold sweat rolled down Wukong's forehead.

—he didn't recognize him!

He raised his right hand and slapped his head with a palm.

Snow and sand swelled in all directions, blood mist sprayed down like rain, and the smell of blood permeated the wilderness like madness.

Wukong succumbed to the ground, drooping his head for a while, and slammed the ground with a long stick in his hand. He clenched his fists, but made nothing.

Covering his eyes with blood, what he saw became a terrifying image of the forest, a scar of glamor and hatred, just like the backlash of ruthless fate, he shouted: "Kill!"

The four heavenly kings lined up in formation in response to the sound, the banners were towering like helmets, the sword of wisdom shuttled nimbly, the strings were cleverly urged to kill, and the red dragon passed the day through the clouds.

One step of Xie Huansheng's foot was like a ray of light flying over the corpse mound. The Four Heavenly Kings attacked halfway, but saw the prison-like dragon's palm rushing down in the violent atmosphere. sand.The four entered together and became a pair in a blink of an eye.

Xie Huansheng withdrew his hands behind his back, raised his chin lightly, and stared indifferently at the sky above the thick clouds.

At this time, he saw a dusk, this dusk seemed to be the reflection of the dusk many years ago, the blazing clouds were hot, and half of the river was dyed red... At that time, it was summer, and now it is winter.

Nothing is the same, nothing can go back.

He lost his sweet delusion.

God of War in the previous life, Shura in this life.

It turns out that invincible is so lonely.

He suddenly asked: "What is loneliness?" Why is it so familiar?

Everyone was silent.

He asked again: "What is loneliness?"

Is it a one-person arena?

——This lonely person either succeeds in loneliness, or collapses in loneliness, just like a dusty and magnificent legend, which becomes a useless old-fashioned joke after a long time.

Wukong supported the stick to get up, stood there, like a bloody paper man, this foolish monkey still refused to give up his childish fantasy, and shouted at him: "Xie Huansheng! No matter who you are, come back with me quickly! I will seek justice for you!"

"Fairness?" He laughed loudly, "Fairness does not lie in people's hearts, but in tongues!"

Third glass of wine.

The cold wine flicked the tongue, making a clear sound, and then slipped into the throat and entered the viscera, until the cold went to the heart.

Bodhishuang, Drunken Bodhi, he used this kind of sweetness to practice for him that year, only tucked in some poison, when Tulai died, the sex will be triggered, and he is destined to go and never return.How much does he know about his calculations?

——Tears did slip out of the corners of his eyes when he was drinking.

Is it time for sunset in the world?In the heavenly court, it is day for thousands of years, and it is a long night that seems to have lost its mind and lost its soul. Here, everyone is curled up, standing, as thin as a bunch of humble reflections, floating to and fro. Swords, or clouds, just refuse to walk down-to-earth; they tirelessly chew the grass leaves, drink the dew dripping from the trees, and are proud of all the behaviors that go against human life. In the holy land of the gods, they dare not make a sound or move rashly, they are no different from tiny human beings.

Everything seems illusory, and no one can really hold onto this emptiness.

He snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound came out of the nothingness outside the door.

The snapping of fingers summoned the returning soldiers.The little soldier was lying on the ground covered in blood, and said in a tone of extreme horror: "Your Majesty! Something is wrong! Our army was defeated. 28 Xingxiu and the two heavenly kings were killed on the spot. The Buddha of the Western Heaven rescued everyone, and the Buddha's The lotus seat was also given to that evil general...the evil dragon was shattered!"

☆, 55

He stood on the top of the mountain by the river in the middle of the night.

The snow on the mountain is half-melted, the moon is not visible, all living beings are terrified, and all spirits are desolate.

The torrential river waves, listening to the things of the ages, how many sorrows.

Since the fusion, he no longer longs for food and sleep, and he has neither joy nor sorrow for this change.This is really a very contradictory and weird thing. There are too many complicated natures and impulses hidden in his blood. He has the dissatisfaction of human beings, the desire for nothing when there is a god, and the lack of compassion like a demon.

He also has hatred, and a bold idea.

This world has been mediocre for too long, so long that I have forgotten that gods and Buddhas originally came from the world.The ancestry is upside down, the superiority and inferiority are misunderstood, and the gods invited to the high platform to worship with gold and silver eat fat and fat one by one. They have neither thought nor compassion, nor do they know how to be grateful to human beings. They have lost human feelings and are not as good as demons. The bloodiness of human beings lacks the vigilance of ghosts.

No matter how noble and virtuous the early history of Shengzong is, it cannot withstand the manipulation of people's hearts—why can't God be filthy and evil, and isn't the devil pure and noble?

From the best to the worst, it is nothing but Qingshuang's unofficial history, princes and princes defeated the bandits, and eventually they were burdened by victory or defeat.In the society of fame and fame, why bother to pretend?In the jungle world, why create a name for killing?Everything comes from the original, why not return to the original?

wind.

Silent night, lonely wind.

With a sound of piercing through the air, a snowy gun shot from behind him and sank into Fengyan with a clang.

It is Yunmeng Spear.

This time, the Jade Emperor came up on foot from the foot of the mountain, with the strong wind rolling his sleeves, and the majesty was swaying.

The Jade Emperor looked at him silently.

Two figures, one black and one white, faced each other across a gun, with the same towering crown and the same awe-inspiring majesty. ——But how can the world allow two kings to coexist?

Xie Huansheng sneered: "Why, another double-king meeting full of dangers?"

"You have changed." Jade Emperor said, he said it very tenderly, like a loving father.

Xie Huansheng turned sideways and pointed down the mountain: "Look at him."

The Jade Emperor looked in the direction he pointed, and there was indeed a demon with red eyes and black feathers at the foot of the mountain, holding a handful of goat ribs in his hand, jumping and dancing frantically, squeaking in his mouth.

"Hey! With this knife, I will be able to kill all the holy sects. I am the king! I am a god, I am a Buddha, and I am the master of the world!"

"Do you recognize him?" Xie Huansheng asked.

The Jade Emperor shook his head: "I don't know. Who is he?"

"It's not important," Xie Huansheng said, raising his palm, and with a sudden effort, the demon turned into a puddle of flesh. "The important thing is that there is no need for a meaningless life."

The Jade Emperor snorted and said, "There are too many foolish people in the world, can you kill them?"

"How does it feel to be sober?"

The Jade Emperor took a step forward and stood beside him. He said, "Look, this world is right under your feet. It's a vast and disorderly world. No one knows its past, let alone predict its future. Confused people will listen to the words of the sober people, so that the world will have order, even if there is no past and no future, it can still function."

"Is such a world real?"

"Does anyone care if it's true or not?"

"Then let me ask you again, the past you or the future you, which one do you choose?"

"No matter what I choose, I am me, am I not?"

"I'm tired. Tell me, are you here to kill me?"

"Me? How could I kill you?"

"Then what about this Yunmeng Spear?"

"I want to defend myself too." The Jade Emperor smiled.

"Who is going to kill me?"

The Jade Emperor turned his back to the cliff, and his dragon robe fluttered against the wind, like a white cloud passing through the sky. "People are coming."

There were footsteps down the mountain.

People walked very slowly, each step was like the beating of a drum, urging down the torrential rain on the top of the mountain.

In the boundless water, Yeye flashed a cool color.

is a sword.

A heavy and long sword.

Half of Zhanxi is divinely sealed, and half is presented by Hundred Bones Buddha.

"That is--"

The Jade Emperor lowered his face slightly, and he looked at Monkey King.

Wukong's Zhengyi and sword were covered with a layer of water, shining in the rain. "The lament of the gods and the cry of the devil," he said.

Xie Huansheng nodded: "It's really you."

"It's me." Wukong said, he swung his sword and threw a chain of water in the air.

"You brought me the sword."

"I brought you the sword."

"Are you going to use this sword to die for me?"

Goku lowered his head.

After the Demon Slaying Battle, the Hundred Bone Buddha Xian and Zhanxi God Seals were all in the hands of Que Fengbo.Going to the capital that night was the day when this sword was forged.

"Brother's will is actually divided into four parts, and the last one is in my hands. I followed the instructions and combined this sword into one. I call it God's Sigh and Devil's Cry." Que Fengbo said this.

"What is the use of this sword?"

"I let you use this sword to kill someone, probably the last person you want to kill."

"Who?"

"After you figure it out, you will use it someday."

"Will that day really come?"

"meeting."

……

Xie Huansheng glanced at the two people in front of him, and suddenly let out a series of wild laughter: "After going around this big circle, it turns out that I can't choose my past, nor can I decide my future!"

The Jade Emperor sighed, feeling inexplicably sad: "It's all in his scheme."

Wukong touched the scabbard, and the cold iron light illuminated his stern face: "You are not the only one who is smart, you must be frustrated, right?"

"So what about being smart?" The Jade Emperor raised his chin proudly, "As long as he is smart, everything is under my control!"

Wukong didn't speak, he drew his sword.

A quick sword strike, so fast that even gods can't help but sigh.

A sword pierced the Jade Emperor's left shoulder.

He gnashed his teeth: "Ji Geshen, although I, Monkey King, can't kill you, you deserve this sword. You are indeed a person with the world in mind, but at the same time you are also a scum who cannot give up selfish interests. You have fooled too many people , who owes too much, do you really have no regrets?"

"The result of the two of you will be my answer."

"Very good," Wukong turned his sword and pointed at Xie Huansheng, "Go back, I will give you a result."

At this time, the rain fell hard, hitting Wanmu and playing a mournful cry.

Xie Huansheng said wearily: "He's gone, why don't you make a move?"

He has palmed.

A hurricane emerges from the palm of your hand.

Wukong doesn't dodge, he goes against the wind and draws his sword.

A sword without regret. "If I lose, what will you do next?"

Xie Huansheng bent down, the sword slid across his chest, and hit the corner of his slightly raised mouth. "Life and death have never been my choice. If I lose you, who should I ask for revenge?"

"Since that's the case, why bother to be persistent?"

"Aren't you persistent?"

"If I'm not persistent, will you stop?"

"If I'm not persistent, will you let me go?" He laughed miserably, and with all his strength, he struck out his palm and landed on the opponent's wrist.

The God Demon Sword flew forward, making an umbrella-shaped water arc in the rain.

Wukong was spinning in the air, like a fish fighting for its life in a vortex, he stretched out his hand to catch it, and the sword was caught in his hand like his bait, and he followed the momentum.

Halfway through the sword, Xie Huansheng stopped him with two fingers.

Yumi Fengkuang couldn't suppress the killing sound from the ground, and the magic knife and divine sword couldn't stop the demonic obstacles in his heart.

The same move, the same gaze, the two lives were suffocated at both ends of the sword.

"Ah Sheng, you still have me on this road."

"You're wrong—I have no way!"

There is no way out before, why not cut the way with killing, if there is no way back, then cut it off with the palm of your hand!Xie Huansheng smiled coldly, his hand wrapped around Wukong's arm like an iron chain to his shoulder, and then twisted it tightly.Wukong gasped, and his whole arm hung down like a dead snake—he was still holding the sword firmly in his hand.

You can't let go even if you die!

Xie Huansheng stood alone on a rock at the mouth of a cliff, like a lone wolf looking for the moon, with a strong killing intent on his brows.

However, there was no moon this night, and even the rain was dark.

The death-like killing situation made him feel hesitant.

Wukong had already handed over the sword to his left hand, and he suddenly drew the sword. He has no accomplishments in the sword, and the movements are not smooth. It is still a stick in his hand.

But his attack was extremely crazy.

He drank high, with tears in his voice.

He used this voice to inspire his fighting spirit.

He must kill him!His pain can only be understood by death.

Rainwater fell into his mouth.

"Ah Sheng, the rain is so bitter."

The sweeter things are, the more bitter they are in essence. Isn’t the past and present a kind of destiny?

After tonight, all will be left in ashes.

Xie Huansheng laughed out loud at his madness.The cold night rain quenched his haughty thoughts.

Strong, weak, humble, noble, good, evil, clean, dirty, gods and ghosts, human beings.

Where are the people who coined these words?

"He" should belong to the past.The past cannot be traced, so these words lose their meaning.

——everything is a joke!

He soars into the air, breaks the rain, and transforms a dragon.

His body became as huge as Kui—he was already Kui.

He twisted his body and swung his tail towards the top of the mountain. There were no vegetation where the tail wind passed by, and the huge stone rolled into a broken wall and fell down the deep cliff without making a sound.

Wukong held his sword over the top, and slashed at the dragon's tail with one sword. The tip of the sword wiped out several bright sparks on the dragon's armor. He gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, cutting along the dragon's tail all the way to the dragon's belly.

Xie Huansheng didn't feel the pain, the sword was as insignificant as an embroidery needle compared to his huge body, and no matter how violent the moves were, it was no more than a mantis' arms, and it couldn't hurt him at all.

He curled up his tail—with a graceful gesture, he slapped Wukong down like a dust leaf.

Wukong half-knelt in the muddy water, the top of the mountain disintegrated under his feet, it seemed that there was a realm of life and death hidden under his feet!He clenched his teeth even tighter—he still had an arm, a sword, and a life.

He looked at the violent dragon posture in the sky.

Xie Huansheng's eyes were filled with inhuman killing intent.

——He still has a chance!

He lifted the sword, and the sword body pierced through the rock with a clang, and the firm sword supported his vigorous body, and Yeyi continued, as vague as a blindness.The law of the sun and the moon, endless cycles, sword energy, dragon energy, holy atmosphere, and magic waves disturbed the fixed dust and distorted the fixed number... The rain lost its direction, the sky and the earth were big, and I didn't know where to moisten it.

He moved his sword fingers, with majestic vigor piercing the soil and cracking rocks, and knocked out the sword in the air. The body of the sword swirled like smoke, and in an instant, it transformed into two, the sigh of the gods, the weeping of the devil, one sword and one knife, as fast as thunder, as hot as wild, He leaned upwards, flitted across the sky with his left hand, and started with the sword. The frost front and snow blade closed again, and a magnificent wave of light shot out from the sword edge; The boundless demonic energy envelopes all directions like ghosts, the pure light turns away the darkness, and Yama swallows the world's darkness!

The figure, dragon shadow and sword shadow crossed in mid-air.

--ended.

Xie Huansheng let out a long breath. This breath seemed to have been accumulated in his body for thousands of years. Now that this breath finally let him out, he felt very relaxed. He had never been so relaxed and free in his life... free.

He held the blade of the sword, and the sword pierced his chest and abdomen, and the red behind him was like a plum blossom quietly blooming in the winter rain. "Fool," he said, "you missed the point." He twisted the edge of the sword against his heart, "it's more or less like this."

Wukong's tears hit the sword, he sobbed hopelessly and trembled. "Why don't you hide? Why don't you hide?!"

Xie Huansheng opened his mouth, and a drop of rain fell across his cheek and into the corner of his mouth. "Hey," he sighed contentedly, "rain is sweet, can't you taste it?"

He frowned, pushing out the blade with all his strength, and the half of the sword that came out of his body was white and half red, just like the past he knew nothing about and this cruel tonight. "Wukong, you know, I'm never afraid that the world will hate me and look down on me, but I'm afraid that someone will treat me too well."

He spread his hands and floated down the mountain like a leaf.

"Asheng!" Wukong threw away the sword, screamed violently, and stretched out his hand to grab it, but he couldn't hold it. He only scooped up his hand full of water—there was nothing left!

He threw himself down, rushed towards the corpse very quickly and resolutely, the night wind made his eyes sting, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and flew high above his head, he straightened his hands, and grabbed in a random and hasty way— —Finally let him catch it!He grabbed his arm desperately, gritted his teeth, and did not let go, as if this hand could hold everything.

He will not lose!He must not lose again!

"Hahaha!" He laughed wildly, "God, you treat me well, treat me well!"

☆, 56

The rain is ignorant, the sluggish rain cannot return to the depressed world.

The sky and the earth are drowned, the stars and the moon are not seen, and the rising sun is far away, only two strings of Buddhist beads under the deep cliff are shining faintly.

"Nuo, you have to take care of your things and your life. You can't just throw it away." Wukong said as he picked him up and wrapped his wrists with nine bodhi seeds beads, "I said, you My life is one life for another, now I will transfer your remaining spiritual consciousness into my body, and my spiritual consciousness will take care of your future path in the world," he sniffed and said with a smile, "Haha, Ah Sheng, I'm really happy and scared now. I'm glad that you can still live, but I'm afraid that if I'm not here, one day you will forget me. You are so active, so lovable, and you can always make a lot of friends. , I... let me look at you a few more times, you must remember—" Condensing Yuan Yu's finger, he engraved words into the stone:

Xie Huansheng is dead!

"I am your past, you will be my future, the past, the present, the future, the trajectory of fate is sometimes like this... You should sleep well, and when you wake up, the rain will probably stop , everything will have its answer."

Night, still night.

A meandering and broken mountain road, a desolate and wandering figure.

He has a sword, a stick, a string of beads, a past, and a lifetime of experience.

Mountains and rains open up new roads, and new roads lead to new life.

He dies again and again, and comes back to life again and again, no matter the past, present or future, he will always be him, unchangeable and unchangeable.

When the night wind blows, Xixi washes through the dust-covered heart for a long time, the doubts are washed away, the fruit has been repaid, hatred, filth, blood, and murderous thoughts are stripped one by one, as if reborn.

The sword of gods and demons disintegrated at the moment of piercing through the body, and the long-lost Tai'axuan sword appeared on the spot.

The torrential rain washed the sword and melted blood into the soil.

Sixth brother, are you feeling sad for big brother?I didn't expect that the brother who would find me and accompany me in the end would be you.

Following Wukong's example, he made the stick smaller and stuffed it into people's ears.

This walk has been going on for thousands of years, and the world is ups and downs. God can do nothing but witness with endless lives.

A pillow of yellow beams, the waves of the world turn, thousands of springs dissipate the coldness of thousands of peaks, the ups and downs, the people are tired, the shadows in the south are embracing the fading, the flowers in the mirror are fragile, the three thousand autumn waters come from mortal wombs, who is the ruthless guest in fate, whoever Mayflies are also joys and sorrows.

A red rain fell from the sky.

In the bleak sky in the middle of winter, pieces of blushing maple leaves are falling down, singing like weeping.

Under the maple tree, I saw an eminent monk sitting cross-legged, holding a golden bowl, with fallen leaves sticking to his body, without disturbing his expression.

He asked, "Where are you going?"

"With the body of a son, walk the way of the son, carry on the wish of the son, and return with the son."

"Sun Wukong, Xie Huansheng, who are you in front of me?"

As the question fell, I heard an old man on the side of the mountain patting the urn and singing: "I advise you to have a glass of wine before moving forward, the heavy snow is whistling and turning your head white!"

Xie Huansheng smiled: "I am no longer me, why is there me?

The monk nodded: "Have you really figured it out?"

Xie Huansheng folded his palms together and bowed westward: "The sea of ​​evil is boundless, and if I have attained Nirvana, I shall return to you, the Great Sun Tathagata."

The world of mortals is reckless, waves and clouds are turning, and one sword can win thousands of fame and defeat.

The peak reaches the top, a small thousand hills, a tree grows and a hundred grasses decay.

What does loneliness feel like?

— that is not important.

After turning around, there is no hell, no sentient beings, no world in front of me. My mind has no form, my mind has no self, and my mind has no Buddha.

The author has something to say: This story actually wants to say that the rivers and lakes cannot compete with the imperial court. Everyone may have a set of "three views", but in the end it must be the person with the hardest fist who can surpass everyone, but even so personal will It will not die because of this kind of oppression, so this ending is still relatively warm to a certain extent.

The biggest boss here, ah, is Heaven.I like Jade Emperor and Saburo

Writing this article is another aspect of letting go. Although there is nothing new about the settings, stalks, etc., it feels a bit like producing my favorite food for myself (?), and the inspiration is probably the postscript of Journey to the West (whew... In fact, it’s pretty good-looking haha) and the poems in Dao Cong.