The wind blew between the canyons, the dead leaves on the ancient altar fluttered lightly, the clouds were like splashing ink, the sky was as dull as ever, and the three-legged blood black tree was cooing in a low voice, and it seemed that the surroundings were silent.

A towering blood Bodhi tree, as high as a thousand feet, hanging with crystal blood Bodhi, stretching out the treetops like picking clouds and stars and moons, like a mirage. Under the blood bodhi, vines perpendicular to the ground and grow beneath the earth.

Under the blood Bodhi tree, a generation of Shura demon monks, sitting like a mountain without moving, participating in Zen immeasurable, this ginseng is three hundred years of vicissitudes. He was like a stone statue, covered with moss and vines, and had not moved for hundreds of years. This generation of Shura demon monks is Tang Sanzang, who would rather fall into the path of the Asura and not be in the same stream with the gods.

With the passage of time and the urging of time, today's Tang Sanzang is very different, and it is far from the image in people's impressions.

He was middle-aged, very athletic, with six-pack abs, a black coat and a black cape, a large rosary carved with a skeleton on his head, and a string of Bodhi beads in his hand. There were no three thousand troubles left on his head, and he was painted with an ancient black curse sigil, and there were those curse sigils on his shoulders and chest. His facial features are very different, with protruding eyebrow bones and no eyebrows, slightly scarlet eyes, a high nose bridge, and purple and black lips.

His half-immortal cheeks turned out to be the face of a Shura demon, and the expression on his face was ruthless. Even the earlobes of both ears are not ordinary people's appearance, they hang directly to their chests, and they wear three large golden and jade rings on each earlobe.

In the midst of his meditation, he meditated endlessly, like a dream of breaking through the ice......

There is no elephant space, the heaven and earth are one color of green jade, the sea under the Bodhi tree is as quiet as a mirror, the breeze is smoky, there are faint ripples, the monks are kind and kind, the face is handsome, sitting cross-legged like a pine, closing the eyes into Zen.

A golden light sprinkled in front of the Bodhi tree, the Buddha came uninvited, did not wear a robe but covered with gold armor and holy clothes, and held a wishful golden hoop stick and rotated slowly to the front of the monk.

"Master, Wukong is late!" Sun Wukong shook off his red cloak, put the golden hoop stick into a pestle, stood on his chest with one palm like a Buddha, knelt down on his knees, and gritted his teeth with red eyes and said.

"Wukong, don't come to harm!" Tang Sanzang slowly opened his eyes, couldn't help frowning slightly, thought in his heart, and said lightly.

"Master, now I am just a wisp of remnant soul, my time is running out, everything is a conspiracy of the gods, it was they who took away the Heart Sutra, but unfortunately Wukong regained the Heart Sutra on the way back to the Heavenly Palace, and was intercepted and killed by the mysterious Daoist among the gods, and the Heart Sutra was taken away by the gods. Sun Wukong was jealous and hateful, clenched his fists tightly, full of resentment, and gritted his teeth and said.

"What!" Tang Sanzang exclaimed in astonishment.

"I implore the master to lead the Bajie sand monk to sneak into the heavenly palace and steal the Heart Sutra back, although it is an unrighteous act, but it is also a helpless move. Sun Wukong frowned tightly and said pleadingly.

"Wukong, as a teacher, you must keep it in mind!" Tang Sanzang was angry in his heart, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said with a tight frown.

"Master, if you can steal back the Heart Sutra, in the year 3000 AD, there will be a young man from the East (another world), he and Wukong are the same, and they will once again assemble a team with Master to send the Heart Sutra back to the human world. Sun Wukong kowtowed three times, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Wukong, you and I have both become Buddhas, once you rebel against the gods, there is no turning back, there is nothing. Tang Sanzang sighed lightly, his heart was tormented, he frowned tightly, and asked sadly.

"Master, there is only an endless abyss when you look back, and there is no shore for a long time!" Sun Wukong smiled chicly, looked resolutely, and said resolutely.

"Wukong, you have made up your mind, you will not let you sacrifice in vain as a teacher, presumably they will not let go of Wuneng and Wujing, you can go with confidence, you will definitely return the Heart Sutra to the human world as a teacher. Tang Sanzang pinched the rosary lightly, frowned, couldn't bear to close his eyes tightly, and said silently with a little tear.

"Master, if there is an afterlife, I am still your apprentice!" Sun Wukong finally knocked hard, slowly got up, and said with a slight smile.

Sun Wukong said, his body flashed with golden light, turning into a sky full of stars and flying, just like the blue sky on the golden avenue, spread between the sky and the sea.

"Wukong!" Tang Sanzang called softly in his heart.

Between the sky and the sea, the green jade jade, the Bodhi flower bloomed, flying between the heaven and the earth, falling on the boundless sea, with a little ripple. Between the sky and the sea, there is silence again, and the white sky flashes at once, and the world in my mind flashes by......

Like a dream, a person in a dream, under the blood Bodhi tree, suddenly flew a burst of golden light. In the golden light of the avenue, the Monkey King descended again, holding a golden hoop stick, and jumped down from the somersault cloud.

"Master, don't come to harm!" Sun Wukong flicked the red cloak, threw the golden hoop stick, knelt down with both palms together, and took the golden hoop stick on his shoulders, which was across his chest, and said with a smile as if he had been reunited for a long time.

"Wukong-" Tang Sanzang was taken aback, and suddenly shouted.

......

Tang Sanzang suddenly opened his eyes, and his aura swept away like a swift wind, and the moss and vines on his body turned into black ashes at once, floating under the dim sky. He was suddenly shocked that it was Nan Ke who was dreaming, and he couldn't help staring at the front tightly, panting and frowning.

"Goku!"

Tang Sanzang pinched the rosary, slowly stood up, looked at the sky, and called softly thoughtfully.

Tang Sanzang said, exerted his magical powers, pinched the Bodhi beads, and stood up with purple-black runes on his palm. A gust of wind swept up the dead leaves, and there was a cracking sound behind it, cracking a hole in the abyss like a crack in time and space......

In the black forest, Gu Mo Senluo made a fierce move, and slashed his head fiercely.

Sun Wukong screamed, fell heavily on the ground, spurted a mouthful of blood, and couldn't help but get up with difficulty, clutching his chest tightly and saying: "The golden hoop stick can't be used, has the unity of human soul failed?"

"Little monkey-" Xiao Lingyu rushed to Sun Wukong's side in a hurry, hurriedly supported him, and said inexplicably sadly.

"Monkey, it seems that your human-soul unity has failed, and you can't enter the Asura Realm for the time being!" the Asura King breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said with a little disappointment.

"Monkey, the unity of your human soul has not failed, but you are just bent on exerting your divine power through the holy soul in your body, of course, you can't use the wishful golden hoop stick, you have to forget the holy soul in your body. ”

At this moment, a middle-aged voice suddenly came from behind everyone, and an abyssal mouth like a space-time crack appeared behind everyone. The mouth of the abyss is surrounded by the edge of shattered glass, and the stars in the rift of time and space are chaotic, spinning like a whirlpool, bubbling with bursts of black gas.

"Monkey, you can't use the full power of the Holy Soul in your body, it's just a thought. Tang Sanzang walked out of the mouth of the abyss, pinched the Bodhi rosary and said.