There was no kindness or malice in this gaze, there was only calm, Wukong paused, folded his hands, and saluted, "Which senior is here?" The younger Northland Wukong, who strayed into the Dead Sea, took the liberty to come to disturb him, and please give me a face. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Although there is no realm coercion, Wukong knows that this person's cultivation must be above himself, so he holds the gift of a junior, and he does not hide his identity. I don't know why, under the gaze of this gaze, he can't give birth to any scheming thoughts.

"Come on!"

After a while, a calm voice came, and Wukong heard the words, step by step, like worshipping a mountain, and slowly walked up in a walking meditation posture that he hadn't used for a long time. The road was very calm, there was no trace of any magic circle, and there were no bright and dark whistles, it seemed that the people here were not afraid of the people of that country looking for them, nor were they afraid of demons attacking.

Reaching the peak, Goku felt the tide suddenly disappear, and the mist formed a dome that shrouded the peak. Under the dome, the vitality of heaven and earth is no different from normal, look around, there are many houses on the peak, it seems that it should be some kind of magic circle, but Wukong only glimpsed it, and did not see the whole picture, so I don't know what kind of array is laid out, but I feel the power of the earth under my feet rising, it seems that it is a kind of magic circle that gathers the earth line, and forces back the fog with the method of mutual restraint.

The inhabitants stood or sat in front of the houses, quietly looking at Wukong, without the humble feeling of a mortal seeing an immortal cultivator, nor anger or hostility, just like that gaze, some were just calm, as if they were looking at ordinary people who had nothing to do with it.

Wukong looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on one of the houses.

This dwelling is no different from other dwellings, the same simple and simple, but Wukong just felt that the owner of that vision should be here, and walked to the door of this dwelling, Wukong bowed again, and said: "Junior Wukong greets seniors." ”

There was no response in the house, and Wukong stopped asking questions, nor did he turn away, but just stood there quietly, for an hour, two hours...... The mortals around had fallen asleep, snoring, grinding their teeth, dreaming...... The sound of Wukong seems to have returned to Hongfo Temple, finishing his evening schoolwork, or getting up early to do his morning schoolwork, and he can hear this sound every day when he passes by the monks' houses where monks who do not practice martial arts.

Gradually, Wukong uncovered the dusty memory, everything in Hongfo Temple was like a tide, occupying his thoughts, and an indescribable and unclear melancholy was generated in his heart, and at this moment, a voice came from the room: "Who are you?" ”

Wukong was about to open his mouth to answer, but found that he couldn't answer this simple question at all, he had the experience of three lives, and he showed people in different identities in Zhongzhou, and now, he was a little vague, who he was. Before he knew it, Goku sat down cross-legged and began to seriously think about this question that he had never thought about.

As the days passed, people from the summit came and went, calling each other and greeting each other. Behind every name, there are countless pasts, happy and unhappy, beautiful, down, those successes, those mistakes...... All of this has created today's sense of existence.

It is certainly possible to give up or bury the past and exist in a different identity, but the mood is not round, and the mind is restless. Afraid of meeting acquaintances in the past, afraid that others will see through their identities, living in one lie after another, after a long time, it has been blurred who is the real self, is the past? Is it now? Or is it in the future?

I went all the way, especially after entering Zhongzhou, I kept changing my identity, especially when the Yongwu King and the Kapok Fairy were together, I was worried that I would be recognized, and the lies were like weaving, and in the end I was recognized by the Yongwu King, and I almost responded to the robbery.

When he encounters something now, the first thing he thinks of is to change his identity, and this time is the same, he never thought about using his original identity to solve the problem, and if he continues to live like this, he is afraid that he will really forget who he is, and he will not solve the problem in a normal way.

Moreover, each identity has a different expression, voice and state of mind, and the means of fighting are also different, the original intention is to avoid trouble, but it blurs its own existence, that is, it is not conducive to the cultivation of the state of mind, and it does not really create its own style; If it weren't for the existence of a system, and the immortals were continuous, I am afraid that the realm would be difficult to improve at all.

Who the hell are you? Who should it be? Wukong kept asking himself this question, over and over again, just like when he was building an immortal foundation, the waves in his inner state reappeared, pulling his consciousness and sinking to the deepest depths.

The memories of every life, the mental journey of each identity, keep emerging in the realm of the heart, turning into fragments, floating in the realm of the mind, more and more, more and more chaotic, and the realm of the heart seems to follow these memory fragments into countless ones.

The sound of the scriptures sounded, but it also turned into a part of countless fragments, mixed with the memory of the second senior brother's enlightenment; Wukong summoned his own heavenly soul, but Ah Qi and the Jizo above his head just closed his eyes, and Wukong gave birth to a trace of enlightenment, this catastrophe must be overcome by himself!

All kinds of fragments gradually filled the realm of the heart, the invisible wind began to form around him, and the heaven and earth yuan qi above his head formed a huge cyclone, and the pointed bottom was facing his divine court, Wukong actually crossed the heart tribulation when it was not the realm of ascension!

The Mantra of Prajna that helped the heart tribulation was useless, and it was also turned into fragments, hovering above the state of the mind. The surrounding wind began to pour into Wukong's body, and King Kong's incorruptible body was useless in the face of this heavenly calamity, allowing the wind to cut his muscles and internal organs like a sharp blade, and a trace of small wounds began to appear on his body, and slightly golden blood began to seep out of his body.

The breath of Pangu's essence blood slowly dispersed, and there was still no movement in the dwelling in front of Wukong, and the mortals around him didn't know the value of Pangu's essence blood, and the surrounding magic circle also trapped the taste of this essence blood, and did not escape at all.

The wind tribulation raged in Wukong's body, and the reborn Buddha body also fell silent, and there was no trace of integrity in Wukong's body! In the endless depths of the realm of the heart, a powerful suction force came, engulfing Wukong's consciousness and the realm of the heart.

The heaven and earth vitality above his head also swirled and invaded into the divine court, and the phantoms of Ah Qi and the Jizo King Bodhisattva began to tremble, as if they could dissipate at any time, but they still sat with their eyes closed, unmoved; In the purple palace, in the Shenque, between the kidneys, and in the spleen...... All the power in Wukong's body fell silent, quietly waiting for him to survive this catastrophe, or watch him escape the catastrophe.

Goku's own consciousness still wanders between various fragments, sometimes in the first life, and sometimes in the second life...... Wavering, hesitating. Although he didn't know the changes that had taken place in his body, he knew that the situation would not be optimistic, and now this situation was somewhat similar to when he built the immortal foundation, he had learned too much and too much, but it was difficult to build the immortal foundation, and finally found the creation law that could carry all the learning, and finally succeeded in building the foundation.

Carrying it all! Wukong's consciousness began to gradually give birth to enlightenment, his three lives and all identities, which one is the identity that carries all the fetters and entanglements, grievances and hatreds?

The grievances of the first life have been settled in the second life; And the second life is only a few years, and the grudge has been settled after his soul has been reborn; Only in this life is the real identity that carries all the past identities, but the identities and memories of the previous two lives are the root of everything in this life, which cannot be separated or forgotten!

"Junior Wukong!"

Wukong clasped his palms together and spoke at the same time in his own state of mind and in reality. But the heart tribulation only paused, and the momentum was a little smaller, but it did not retreat, it was still destroyed everywhere in his body, and the realm of the heart was still as fragmented as dust and messy. At this time, his skin has begun to show signs of falling off, and if he doesn't survive this catastrophe, he is afraid that his bones will soon be scattered and his soul will enter reincarnation.

Wukong used his consciousness to check those fragments and found that many of them were fellow disciples of the Tayun Sect, his master Sang Haitian, and the Zhao family...... It turns out that I still haven't understood it just now, and my identity is not just a simple name, but also my origin, origin, and teacher, which are all indispensable components.

Thinking of this, he once again spoke in the realm of his heart and reality at the same time, and said: "Wukong, a disciple of the inner mansion of the Northland Tayun Sect. ”

As soon as the words fell, the raging wind in his body stopped, and under the urging of the reborn Buddha body, the text of the talisman appeared from all over his body, rapidly repairing his body; And Hushan Jun, who was lying cross-legged in his right lung, also stood up, raised his head to the sky and let out a silent roar, all the wind power that entered the body did not go to its big mouth, for some reason, this black smoke did not shoot.

The realm of the original mind, which had been cracked into countless pieces, began to merge, and in the process, it continued to devour various memory fragments, turning them into pure power; At this time, Ah Qi and Jizo King Bodhisattva also opened their eyes and looked at the realm of his true heart, and all the power of those memory fragments was integrated into the soul power.

I don't know how long it took, Wukong stood up, only to feel that his soul was clear, and his heart was like a crystal like jade, more transparent and solid. This time, there are no beeps in the system, and there are no rewards and boosts.

But Wukong has a feeling of rebirth, there is no longer a distinction between three worlds, and there is no longer a difference in identity, he is Wukong, Wukong is him, all kinds of past experiences are experiences and wealth, and he is to carry them, so he has to go all the way; It was in order not to let them leave regrets that he worked hard to cultivate and prove the Great Dao.

"Come in!"

At this moment, the calm voice came from the house. (To be continued.) )