Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Sun Wukong himself didn't know where he had gone.He didn't even know why he was running.All he knew was that if he didn't leave, the Bull Demon King would continue talking regardless, until he vomited blood and died.It seems that this kind of spell is less effective for people with higher mana, and the mana of the Bull Demon King seems to be the highest among them.The tiger spirit is dead, the macaque king is dead, and the bull demon king must never die because of himself again.

Sun Wukong vaguely knew that he seemed to have six sworn brothers in the past, he was the youngest, and the Bull Demon King was the eldest.In his memory, there was no such thing at first, but everyone said it with certainty, and Monkey King couldn't help but believe it.Monkey King has doubts about his memory.

He stumbled and walked on the withered grass.The top of the mountain in the distance is covered with white snow, the sky is overcast, there is no sun, and the cold wind is like a knife, blowing mercilessly.He walked alone in the strange cold world.My head hurts so badly that it's about to split open, something inexplicable is drilling, squeezing, trying to get out of my head.Sun Wukong will not be able to hold it down.My heart was beating faster and faster, my breathing was difficult, I felt like my body was being crushed by a mountain, and I had many hallucinations in front of my eyes.

The surrounding scenery has changed, it is no longer a winter scene, there are pink flowers blooming enthusiastically, and an old scalper ran out from nowhere, seemed to be drunk, and "huh" spewed out the true fire of Samadhi Come, burn the pink flowers to purple.The old scalper laughed like a child who succeeded in playing a prank, let out a "moo", and ran away drunk.

When Sun Wukong saw this scene, he could also see the real dry grass and snow.The two scenes are like two paintings, overlapping and incompatible with each other, appearing together in front of Monkey King.Gradually, Monkey King couldn't tell what was an illusion and what was a real scene.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and the real and unreal scenes disappeared, leaving only darkness.I felt that I was standing on the ground, and the cold wind was blowing, and it went straight to my neck.Cold, cold well, maybe the cold can calm the restlessness in my heart.

There is a monster.

It is the breath of the ten thousand year old demon.

Monkey King hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw a big tree not far ahead.It is so thick that it takes four people to hug it to form a circle. It is so tall that you can't see the top at a glance.The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the leaves are emerald green, rattling in the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.I don't know what species it is, Monkey King has never seen this kind of tree.

There was obviously no tree demon just now... No, maybe there was, because I didn't pay attention.Sun Wukong was a little confused, he saw a big tree, he couldn't tell if the tree was an illusion or real.

His headache was too great to think carefully.

The big tree waved its branches and waved to Monkey King.He rolled up a vaguely dry and wrinkled human face with a branch, and spoke with the mouth on the human face. "Stone!" His tone was cheerful.He clearly has a human form, but he wants to maintain the form of a tree to talk to Monkey King. "Shitou, do you know what parents are?" Big Tree asked.

Before Sun Wukong could answer, a childish voice came from beside him: "What are parents? Can you eat them?"

Monkey King was startled, only then did he find a little monkey appeared under the tree, who looked exactly like himself, but his vision was purer than his own, full of childishness and innocence.

This monkey is an illusion, Sun Wukong is sure at first glance.

Yes, that's right, the tree is real, the monkey is fake, it's just an ordinary phantom array, it's the illusion of monsters, nothing special.

Sun Wukong forced himself to be calm.

Dashu said: "Fathers and mothers are not for food. Everyone has parents and you have them too. Don't think that you are born of a stone because you are called a stone."

The little monkey said: "With parents, can we not be bullied by tigers and leopards?"

The big tree swayed its branches: "No."

"Then what do I want my parents to do?"

"Because you always have to know who was born you."

The little monkey raised his face proudly and smiled brightly: "It was born in heaven and earth," he said.

Sun Wukong's head suddenly hurt. "Ah!" He yelled, fell to the ground, gasped violently, put his head in his hands, and tried to keep his eyes wide open, staring at the scene in the phantom circle ahead.

The scene in the phantom array is not winter, but like the season of warm spring and flowers blooming.The sun slowly emerged from the other side of the mountain, shedding a red light, and the mountains, rivers, trees, and rivers were all dyed with an unreal faint golden color, which was extremely magnificent.The wind blows, the birds sing, and the flowing water murmurs.The big trees spread their leaves in the morning breeze.The green mountains have colorful halos in the sun.It was a peaceful and peaceful world, uncontested.It was a green mountain that had never been seen before but was so familiar that it could no longer be familiar.

Sun Wukong stared blankly.The headache was so bad that he was sweating, he didn't care to wipe it off, and just lay on the ground and looked at it stupidly.He didn't care about the headache, even if he was about to die, he looked at the mountain with his eyes wide open without blinking, as if it would disappear the next moment.Seeing this mountain, his heart couldn't help but feel a dull pain.He couldn't remember what his parents looked like, but when he saw the mountain, he seemed to see his parents.Like a wanderer who is used to life outside, he doesn't feel much when wandering around, but when he returns home, he realizes how much he misses home.Never dare to think, never forget for a moment...

The scene in the phantom circle changed. The little monkey was carrying the luggage and said to the big tree in a childish voice: "I'm leaving."

Dashu sighed, "Oh, I knew you were going to leave, how can a small mountain of flowers and fruits trap a person like you..."

Huaguo Mountain?There are flowers and fruits everywhere, and the mountains are green.Yes, Sun Wukong remembered, it was called Huaguoshan, and his home was called Huaguoshan.There is a water curtain cave on the mountain, and he lives there.The stone tablet at the entrance of the cave is inscribed: "Huaguoshan blessed land, water curtain cave and cave sky".

Dashu continued: "...how can you be willing not to go out for a while? But it's so big outside, where are you going? What are you going to do after you go out?"

The little monkey shouted excitedly: "I've already made up my mind, I'm going out to find a master of Taoism and follow him to cultivate gods, and I'm going to find Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian……

These two words are like a big hammer hitting Monkey King on the head.

There was a "buzz", and the ears roared.

The headache felt as if an ax had split it in half.

The eyes are dark.

Consciousness drifts away.

Monkey King bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, using the severe pain to stay awake.

But still going into a coma...

Sun Wukong raised his hand and slapped himself on the mouth.The slap was so hard that a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth immediately, and his face was swollen.

A thought arose in my heart: faint, faint, and you won't feel pain when you faint.

Immediately refuted by another thought: don't faint!Can't give in.

There seemed to be two people arguing in Sun Wukong's mind.

One said: Run away, don't think about the past.It doesn't matter who you are, as long as you are alive.

The other immediately said: No escape!Monkey King can die, but cannot escape, let alone admit defeat!

One said: Don't think about it, it's so painful, why bother yourself?

Another said: I just want to!No one can control what I want to do.

Sun Wukong was aroused with an unyielding belief: Why should I listen to you!You make me think I don't want?Why!

When my hands are cut off, I can still kick you with my legs; when my legs are cut off, I will bite you with my teeth; Nothing left, I can at least hate you.

I can at least think about it.

Only thought, which no one can take away, is my own.

When my thoughts are all controlled by others, what is the point of my life?

I can obey your orders to do things, I can not touch the forbidden places that you do not want me to touch, I can be cowardly and evasive, I can trim my character to what you want to see, I can live without a trace. No dignity and no resistance, I can obey like a dog.But can't I even think about it secretly?

Just think about it.

I think that when I fly, the sky will give way; when I enter the sea, the water will be divided into two sides; gods, monsters, people and ghosts will call me brothers when they see me; there is nowhere in the world that I cannot reach; all beings in the three realms, there is no one to fight Invincible man.I want the flowers to bloom forever, the trees to be evergreen, the sky to be sunny forever, the grass to be green forever, everyone to live according to their own wishes, and their destiny to be in their own hands.I want to be free.

But who, exactly who!Who is stopping me, who is controlling me, who is taking away my mind, who is taking the only thing that is my own?

Why can't I think about some things, and I get a headache when I think about them?

Enough is enough, enough is enough!Who is it?Come out and fight your grandpa for [-] rounds!What kind of hero is a designer hiding behind his back?

The blackness in front of my eyes is getting heavier, and the roar in my ears is getting louder.

about to pass out.The scene in the phantom circle became blurred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Sun Wukong suddenly pulled out the dagger in his boots and stabbed down on his thigh.

When I don't want to faint, there is no power to force me to faint!I don't care who you are, I'm not afraid of who you are!

The severe pain gave him a moment of clarity.

So Monkey King saw clearly that the big tree and the little monkey were gone in the phantom formation ahead, and another person appeared.

He wears a three-mountain flying phoenix crown on his head, silver-white armor, a black dragon cloak on his back, and a three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand. He stands tall and straight, looking at Monkey King.He was born extremely handsome, with eyebrows like sharp swords, eyes like morning stars, high nose bridge, and slightly pale lips. He called out with a smile: "Wukong..." His voice was soft and soft, full of emotions. into this call.

At that moment, Monkey King couldn't feel anything.

Pain is far away, consciousness is far away.Everything is far away.

The sky and the earth do not exist, and the self does not exist either.

The god was smiling at himself, calling his name in a soft tone, but his smile was so hypocritical.

A monstrous hatred welled up in my heart.The hatred was so strong it overwhelmed any other feeling.

I hate you.Yang Jian.

It turns out that I am Monkey King and you are Yang Jian.

So either you die, or I die.

Sun Wukong instinctively pulled out the Ruyi golden cudgel, ran towards Yang Jian, and shouted: "Kill!"

Yang Jian didn't avoid it, he was still smiling.

Sun Wukong hit.

It's a pity that what Sun Wukong hit was a phantom, and fortunately what Sun Wukong hit was only a phantom.

The scene in front of me was like ripples on the water surface, rippling away layer by layer, swaying, and disappearing in the wind.The appearance of Jilei Mountain reappeared, the withered grass and the remaining snow on the distant mountains all appeared little by little.

The phantom formation was broken by Monkey King's hateful stick.

The green hills and green grass, the blue sky and white clouds, the red and bright wood flowers, the old scalper, the little monkey, and Yang Jian, all no longer exist, only the big tree still stands.

The big tree seemed to want to say something to Monkey King, and frantically waved the branches, and the human face curled up on the branches opened its mouth and shouted: "Stone..."

But Monkey King dodged away, turned somersaults, and went straight to a distance of [-] miles, rolling around on the clouds with his head in his arms.Since Journey to the West, I have had so many headaches, but this time is the worst.

Sun Wukong was in so much pain that he couldn't think about anything.

Can't even faint.Even coma is a luxury at this time.

Things that have been suppressed by the Tathagata Buddha for a long time can no longer be suppressed today.Something deep in consciousness came out.Many pictures flashed through my mind quickly, and Monkey King tried his best to grasp them.Grabbing only brought more severe pain.The tight hoop on the head was tightly strangled, half an inch into the brain, almost strangling Monkey King's head into a gourd shape.Monkey King hugged his head on the cloud and screamed in pain.

A powerful force struggled to wake up, and another even stronger force from the tight ring tried to stop it.

The nightmare of four years is about to end, but the next nightmare is about to begin.