The sky was shining, and the only remaining dream of immortality lit up the entire sky.

Zi Hu lay on the bare roots of the sacred tree, his hands on his head and looked at the divine tree that had been standing for tens of millions of years, standing immortal, and every dead leaf that fell was the traces of the years.

However, in a fleeting moment, the dead leaves fell, and the new leaves grew happily, and became a pale color in this large golden yellow.

Zi Hu couldn't remember how many reincarnations she had watched, she had counted, but then ...... It was too boring and boring, so I ran to fight.

Later, when he became the pride of the heavenly realm, Zi Hu shook his head and sighed secretly: "It's really a creation to make people!"

If it weren't for his lonely courage and love life and death, how could he get to know Sun Wukong?

Wishing that everything was providential.

Zi Hu guessed, but the words that the Emperor of Heaven said when he left the Wutong Hall have always been imprinted on Zi Hu's heart, indelible.

"Benjun knows, I will make a decision after discussing this matter with the immortals. The Heavenly Emperor's face was a little hazy, and then he said: "Zi Hu, no matter what the result of the final discussion is, you must not forget your identity!"

Who is my own?

The immortal of the heavenly realm, the beloved disciple of the Emperor of Heaven.

Are these the positions?

Zi Hu is a little wrong, is identity the basis for defining the truth of right and wrong? Sun Wukong doesn't seem to have done anything wrong, he just picked up a magic weapon.

But it was this magic weapon that caused chaos in the East China Sea, hundreds of people were displaced due to the tide, and most of the dead and injured in the East China Sea.

Zi Hu was a little helpless, and could only secretly pray that the heavenly realm could negotiate a proper method.

"Uhh

Zi Hu's thoughts were pulled back, "Wake up, how about my bed made of natural roots of the god tree, it's much more comfortable than your fake crystal coffin!"

Dendrobium joked at Hong Luan, and Hong Luan glanced at Dendrobium, then propped herself up and moved her stiff body.

"Hehehe...... Your tree roots are simply dead, I really don't know why you put a good Wutong Hall and don't sleep, and come to lie here. ”

"Can people live in a place where birds don't poop in the Wutong Palace?" Zi Hu sat up and leaned against the trunk of the tree.

"Didn't you cause the birds in the Wutong Hall not to poop?" Hongluan looked at Zi Hu with wide eyes, thinking that what she said was ridiculous.

Zi Hu coughed a few times in embarrassment.

More than 100 years ago, the Wutong Hall was also a quiet mansion for cultivating immortals, with a hundred flowers in full bloom, and a pond of springs, raising a few water lilies, every time night falls, the water lilies will dance in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

But since Dendrobium moved in, all the exercises have withered, the flowers have failed, and the fish have died and the birds have died.

Sometimes Hongluan really feels that he is lucky, all the fish and flowers that have come into contact with Dendrobium have been defeated, and he is still alive and is really blessed by the twenty-four gods!

The Emperor of Heaven also found another way, and boldly handed over the sacred tree to the Zihu guard, the strange thing is that the divine tree is not restrained by the Zihui, and it is very well born, and the fruits that bloom for thousands of years are much more plump than in previous years.

It's also a miracle in the heavenly realm!

"After sleeping, hurry back to your fake crystal palace, this immortal is going to practice!" Zi Hu raised his chin and ordered the eviction.

"I don't, you haven't told me anything about the mortal world, win or lose?" Hongluan clapped her hands, sat next to Zi Hu, and rested her head on Zi Hu's shoulder.

"Why do you ask like that!" Zi Hu sighed, if she won, can she not show off everywhere, she has already sent the Dinghai Divine Needle back to the East China Sea, and has been worshiped by the people of the East China Sea, how can she be so melancholy.

"Ah, you actually lost?" Hongluan naturally heard the helplessness in Zi Hu's tone, "That stinky monkey can actually beat you?" Hongluan was stunned.

“...... Well, I'm still seriously injured!" Zi Hu said with a little bitterness, I knew that I would have brought some helpers, and it was better to win the Monkey King and recapture the golden hoop stick, which was better than the confrontation between the entire heavenly realm and the dragon clan!

"What ?!!" Hongluan almost jumped up, looking at Zi Hu in disbelief.

Zi Hu nodded, "That's not the point. ”

"So what is?"

"If that monkey doesn't take the initiative to hand over the Dinghai Divine Needle, the Heavenly Realm will send Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals to arrest it!" Zi Hu's voice was very low, and Hong Luan could hear the worry in Zi Hu's tone.

"You're not going to be with that monkey...... What does it matter!" Hongluan raised her eyebrows, as if expecting something.

Zi Hu sighed and did not speak.

Hongluan was anxious, and kept shaking Ziluan to force her to say it, Zihu felt physically and mentally exhausted, and directly beat Hongluan back to its original form and threw it all away in the Yao Pond.

"Stinky Zi Hu, you are so unrighteous, you actually beat me back to my original form, hurry up and turn me back!" Hongluan, who had become a red fish, kept swimming in front of Zi Hu and shouted.

"It's noisy!" Zi Hu cast a silence technique, and Hongluan instantly stopped his voice.

Zi Hu turned her head and turned her back to Hongluan, and the sorrow came to her heart again.

"Uncle, I don't understand. He Zhidrunk scratched his head, after returning to the Heavenly Realm from Zi Hu to talk to the Heavenly Emperor, he felt that this story was becoming more and more confused.

"It turns out that he already knew ......" God's voice was so low that only he could hear it.

He Zhidrunk only saw that God opened his mouth, but there was no sound, so he asked, "Uncle Huh, what did you just say?"

God shook his head, "It's a chess game. ”

"What?"

"The Dinghai Divine Needle was not stolen by Sun Wukong, but a person from the heavenly realm. God said.

"What?" He Zhidrunk was shocked again.

The Heavenly Realm stole the Dinghai God Needle just to bring down a Monkey King?

What kind of logic is this?

"The strange stone absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, rejoices in the opportunity, cultivates and forms, different from the six realms, the divine power is understandable, it can shake the heaven and the earth, such a strong person will definitely threaten the interests of those people, so this situation is set up, with seventy-two into a dream, the Dinghai Divine Needle into Sun Wukong's body, and a contractual relationship is formed. God explained.

A thousand years ago, he was also a pawn at the mercy of others in this huge chess game.

"Yes...... Giving the exercises and artifacts to Sun Wukong, wouldn't that increase Sun Wukong's power even more?

"Yes, his power has been infinitely amplified, so the Heavenly Realm has a legitimate reason to exterminate him, and even persuade the Buddha Realm to take action, plus ......" Saying this, the god shook his head helplessly, and there were a little more waves in his eyes, as if he had touched something.

Then he skipped something, and said: "You also know what happened after that, Sun Wukong was pressed under Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years, became Xuanzang's first disciple, washed the lead flower, and became a fighting Buddha. ”