'In the entire Six Realms, the wind and clouds are roaring, the sky is rolling in thunder, the lightning is thundering, and there is no worries, but I only feel that my ears are rumbling, like the end of the world.

The water mirror reflects everything that happens very clearly, and it is the side that you want to see without worry.

The person on the high chair was only used by Sun Wukong to fall to the ground, Sun Wukong waved the golden hoop stick, chased all the way towards the Emperor, and constantly questioned the Emperor.

"Dendrobium is your apprentice, how can you do it!"

The Heavenly Emperor didn't answer, he just fled on the ground, and the lord of the dignified Heavenly Realm, the most noble person in the Six Realms, could also end up like this.

The corners of his mouth sneered, and he took another sip of wine.

Yang Jian stared solemnly at the worry-free, he didn't understand the worry-free.

Just as he was thinking, there was a voice that was both carefree and extremely flattering.

"Emperor of Heaven, your acting skills are much more powerful than my ruthless me!hahahahaha-" Carefree as if drunk, his eyes were misty, and his face was full of pride and a touch of bitterness.

"It seems that the lord has some misunderstanding about the Emperor of Heaven. Yang Jian said in a deep voice.

"Misunderstanding?" After worry-free eyes widened, she stood up and looked at Yang Jian, and the corners of her mouth were sneering: "It's a big misunderstanding, the misunderstanding is so bad that I want to kill him, absorb his divine sense, and ruin the entire Six Realms!"

Yang Jian paused, at a loss.

Looking at Yang Jian with a cold eyebrow, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, she straightened her waist and moved her gaze away, "This is a matter between the Lord of the Mansions and the Emperor of Heaven, it is better for the Divine Monarch not to interfere too much." ”

“...... Well. Yang Jian lowered his head.

Neither carefree nor did he pay attention to him, but just glanced at the water mirror, Sun Wukong was riding on the body of the Emperor of Heaven at this time, the whip in his hand was constantly waving, and many gods and immortals were already scarred, collapsed and collapsed to the ground. She could clearly feel a sense of Zen coming over her, and she also noticed that there was a trace of pain on the Emperor's face.

Another move.

I didn't want to see this anymore, so I walked out of the wine shop and went to the other world.

Only Yang Jian sat at the west window, looking at everything in the water mirror.

There were so many mysteries in front of him that he always felt that this was a place for answers.

Zen lingered in the heavens, where the black clouds were faintly revealed, and gradually the black clouds were dispersed, and the golden light shone on the entire earth, stinging the eyes of the immortal officials, but the corners of their mouths were filled with a smile of victory. Sun Wukong, who was pierced by the strong light, was uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand to block the strong light, and squinted his eyes at the light.

Nothing, just a ray of light.

There was a hint of Buddha incense in the air.

"Who the hell is doing the trick!" Sun Wukong shouted angrily.

No one paid any attention to him.

He took a deep breath, raised his golden rod and struck at the light.

He broke into this golden light alone, but what he saw in front of him was not golden light, but chaos, chaos that could not be seen with his five fingers.

Even the fiery eye can't detect the chaos of anything.

It's like a carefree dream of the past.

"Is it a ghost for you to be carefree?" Sun Wukong's first thought at the moment was like this, but soon he denied himself again, and said angrily: "No, you won't be worry-free, if she really wants to do it, she won't keep me until now." Say, Who are you?"

A deep and powerful voice hovered through the chaos, forming countless echoes, as if chanting some mantra.

"Sun Wukong, are you guilty?"

"Guilty, what is my grandson's guilt?" Sun Wukong sneered.

"How can the Seat of Innocence be here?"

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't steal other things, it's this heavenly realm that is wrong!" Sun Wukong roared.

"This seat gives you five hundred years to think about what you are wrong. ”

"What?"

Sun Wukong has not come back to his senses, only feels that the whole world is shaking, he can clearly hear the sound of the floor cracking, he stepped on a somersault and was pulled by an irresistible force, his body continued to fall, the harder he fell, the more powerful he fell.

"What did you and my grandson do!"

No one answered, only the stones fell with a rumble.

Sun Wukong didn't know how he could withstand these stones, they smashed on his body, passed through his soul, and forced himself to carry the weight forward.

After the last loud bang, everything was silent.

After a long period of silence, the Heavenly Realm regained its former vitality, as if Fang Cai's embarrassment did not belong to him.

Only the Emperor of Heaven solemnly looked to the east and bowed.

The water mirror disappeared, and there was a sacred mountain called Five Fingers within the Six Realms, and there was a purple iris at the peak, swaying, at the wind and rain.

Yang Jian returned to his mansion with a faint pain.

Neither worry-free stepped into Tianfu Palace again, this time, she set up a chess game in Si Ming's courtyard, which was a topic left for Si Ming. By the time Si Ming had made a pot of tea, he had already disappeared into Tianfu Palace, and he walked up to check the dead chess, which was the trend of encircling the valley, but it was also full of vitality.

It is a rebirth in a dead game.

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, there is a wilderness.

With carefree steps, he found Sun Wukong trapped under the mountain, his body was pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, only one head and one arm were exposed, his face was covered with dust, and the whole person was extremely decadent, and he was no longer the arrogant stinky monkey he used to be.

Sun Wukong saw that he was carefree, as if he saw a savior, and grinned: "Worry-free, quickly, help me out, I'm going to kill that person!"

He frowned calmly and said in a low voice: "Sun Wukong, this is fate." ”

"Fart! I don't believe in my life!" Sun Wukong scolded angrily.

"Monkey, you'll understand in five hundred years. He said earnestly, then turned and left.

Sun Wukong was still scolding and begging behind his carefree back, but he didn't pay attention to it, just snapped his fingers and took back the relics in Sun Wukong's arms.

"When you've figured it out, I'll give it back to you. ”

......

......

"I figured it out. Fighting the Buddha said lightly.

Nodding without worry, he took out the thousand-year-old relic and carefully placed it on the table.

That relic, after thousands of years, is still as bright as in the past.

"What have you figured out?" After watching the fight defeat over the Buddha without worry, after the Heavenly Realm was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain, Xuanzang survived him, and he failed to come to the nameless wine shop in time to find this relic, but came after he became a fighting Buddha, and he was very curious.

"Everything is as the lord said, it is fate. The tone of the fighting victory over the Buddha was still very light, and there was not even bitterness.

The demon monkey who was once fearless of heaven and earth is now so polite, what about him? What will become of Marshal Tianpeng, who was once as gentle as jade and amorous and disturbing?

"It seems that you have been through a lot along the way, otherwise you would not be in such a state of mind. "Worry-free and emotional.

"Can the owner know about the six-eared macaque on the way to learn the scriptures?"

Neither worry-free nodded, but the matter of learning from the scriptures has been following them in the dark, watching the changes in this world.

"When the stinky boy fought with me, he told me that if I stopped and didn't break free from the truth, I could get a life, I didn't understand what he meant that day, until we got to the Buddha, that day the Buddha pointed out that I was a six-eared macaque, I almost perished, it was the six-eared macaque who hijacked Tang Seng, they turned the spearhead to the six ears, I took the opportunity to escape, but the six ears ...... Ashes. Fighting to defeat the Buddha's tone finally heard a trace of remorse.

There was no expression on his face, he just drank a glass of wine, and then said, "That is the last gift from Zi Hu to you." ”

"What?" Dou Sheng's face finally had a wave, and his brows tightened.

"In the past, someone deliberately wanted to kill you, so a catastrophe was set up, and before Zi Hu left, he handed over half of his divine consciousness to me to bear a catastrophe for you. "Carefree explained.

Fighting over the Buddha's eyes finally moistened, his palms clenched, at this moment he was not fighting to defeat the Buddha, but the stinky monkey who had retreated.

He raised the wine in his hand without worry, moved it to the Buddha of Dou Sheng, and said leisurely: "This wine ...... Are you still drinking?"

Dou Shengfo looked at the forgotten thing in front of him, and he was shaken at that moment, but everything he had experienced told him that he was far away from the past, far, far away!

"No ......"

After taking back the wine without worry, he took a sip by himself, "It seems that the owner of this shop also needs to go to the Buddha world, and his self-cultivation may be able to reduce his worries." "The words that are carefree are meaningful, and they seem to be exaggerated and depreciated.

"The story is over, can the owner build a dream?" Dou Shengfu Buddha looked at him and said without worry, after nearly a thousand years, he also knew some things, he entered the Buddha's door, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, but it was not the same as worry-free, she was obsessed, and she didn't know where the end was.

"In such a hurry?" raised his eyebrows.

"The past is long, the sooner it ends, the sooner it will be liberated. "The words of fighting to defeat the Buddha are not only for oneself, but also for those who have no worries.

I didn't understand the meaning of his words, but she didn't pay attention to it, everyone understands the truth, but not everyone can do it.

"Don't you have any doubts about what happened back then?" and looked at the Buddha without worry, as if he was provoking something.

Dou Shengfu just laughed lightly, "Is the truth so important?" Zi Hu is no longer there, and he is no longer there, this is the truth. ”

Carefree and dumbfounded, she paused for a moment, but soon regained her former posture, she propped up her chin and watched the victory over the Buddha with her eyes blank.

"It doesn't matter, but the living people always have to find some ideas to support themselves to go on. Carefree smiled bitterly.

"Let's get started. After worry-free, he put away his thoughts and watched the fight defeat over the Buddha, "Say, He Meng?"

"Where is the purple tree?" asked the Dou Shengfo.

"Is this your dream?" both carefree raised his eyebrows, feeling a little incredible.

"Yes. "Fighting to defeat the Buddha is determined.

He said twice and asked again, "Are you sure?"

Dou Shengfu said softly: "...... Hmmm"

"Okay. ”

Holding his hands without worry, he didn't even take out the usual mountain and sea scrolls and dream brushes.

Dou Shengfo tightened his eyebrows, stared at Ji Wuwu and said, "What do you mean?"

"Here she is. He said without thinking, and his tone was very casual.

"Reincarnation, the cycle of cause and effect, how could she be here?" said Dou Sheng's face was full of surprise.

Zi Hu was poisoned and died, it stands to reason that the immortal drank Meng Po soup, which is naturally counted in reincarnation, how can he be in this wine shop!

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he said: "Yes, immortals can enter this reincarnation, but Zi Hu has disappeared, if it weren't for the master refining her ethereal state into a relic, do you think she still has traces of staying in this world?"

Dou defeated the Buddha and lowered his head, he understood.

This relic is the last trace of the existence of the purple dendrobium in this world.

"So, the dream is good, and the consciousness is given to me. He straightened his waist and looked at him, his fingertips ready to move.

"Here you go. "The voice of the Buddha was very low, so low that he was so worried that he almost heard it.

"In the past, the owner of this shop once said that as long as you think clearly, this relic will be returned to you, and now ...... You understand something, so take it. ”

When the words fell, she began to cast spells without worry, extracting the divine consciousness of the Buddha who defeated the fight, she drew a lot, the last time she drew five hundred years, this time it was six hundred years.

A pot of colorless and tasteless wine is brewed, as light as water.

Neither worry-free did not take it into the wine shop, but gave it to the Dou Victory Buddha.

"This is not like wine, but like Meng Po's sad tears, it is not suitable for my wine shop, so I'll give it to you." Neither worry-free pushed the wine back.

Dou Shengfu looked at the glass cup in front of him, it was not very different from other wines, it was dim, like a dark night without stars and moon, quiet and astringent. He picked up the glass cup in front of him and took a sip of sad tears, which were very astringent and bitter.

A sad tear finally slipped from the corner of his eye, falling into the cup, and it was a little bitter.

"You also said that you broke six roots, Nuo, look at your tears, I really don't understand, but you have to pretend to be ruthless!" both sneered and shook his head.

But soon she retracted her expression, wasn't she like that herself?

"It's very bitter, thank you very much. Dou Shengfu said in a deep voice, and then he propped himself up with a little difficulty, and glanced at the wine shop, after the vicissitudes of life, this wine shop is still the same as before, but there is something missing, something more.

"Let's go, let's leave the wine to the owner. ”

Before the words fell, the Buddha left.

After worry-free, he let go of his body, and his palm was smashed, and the glass cup in front of him was crushed, and the wine fell all over the ground.

"Why did Auntie ruin this pot of freshly brewed wine?" He Zhi was drunk, no wonder he had never seen this pot of wine in a wine shop.

God shook his head, he didn't know.

I saw that the overflowing aroma of wine was built into a phantom, and he knew that he was drunk and recognizable, it was Zi Hu.

"This, this, this...... What's the situation!" He Zhidrunk said in surprise.