These shouts, one higher and higher-pitched, were filled with intense excitement, as if a person who had been buried in the ground for countless years saw a ray of light.

"My master is here!"

Obviously, this sound was like a thunderous sound, but when it came into Tang Sanzang's ears, it made Tang Sanzang feel a burst of sadness inexplicably.

Freely......

In this high-pitched shout, the word freedom is written all over it.

This monkey was happy that he was about to regain his freedom, even if it cost him to kneel down to a stranger as a teacher, he was willing.

For a while, Tang Sanzang's legs clamped, driving the white horse towards the shouting sound of one after another, but there was an inexplicable complication in his heart.

As Tang Sanzang officially set foot in the Wuzhi Mountain Realm, the vague gaze of those many gods, Buddhas, and ants disappeared again, and the white horse also seemed to be frightened under the thunderous sound, stepping on the spot, not daring to cross the thunder pond by half a step.

Helplessly, Tang Sanzang got off the white horse, tied it aside, and walked towards the source of the sound without hurrying.

The distance of several miles was reached in less than a moment under Tang Sanzang's seemingly slow and fast pace.

As Tang Sanzang crossed a mountain col, he saw that directly below the towering Wuzhi Mountain, a monkey head that seemed to grow at the foot of the mountain stared at Tang Sanzang with glowing eyes, his eyes were full of surprise, and he shouted repeatedly.

"Master, is it Master?"

Listening to this monkey's question, Tang Sanzang patted the plain white monk's robe, and after patting off some of the stains on it, he walked up to the monkey and asked angrily.

"You monkey, you don't even know who the master is, but you shout so casually?"

While speaking, Tang Sanzang also quietly looked at the legendary "Monkey King".

The messy hair was like a weed, and I don't know how much dirt it had been contaminated with for hundreds of years, and even the original color of the hair was no longer clear, and a few leaves fell on the top of his head, like a lonely wild monkey.

Who could have guessed that the messy monkey head in front of him was the Monkey King who once relied on an iron rod to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, causing countless immortals to be helpless?

As Tang Sanzang's eyes gradually gentle, the monkey's original impatient thoughts gradually calmed down somehow, and even a realization suddenly appeared in his heart—"The person in front of him must be the master he is waiting for!" ”

It was only at this time that the monkey, which had calmed down, raised its head with difficulty and carefully looked at Tang Sanzang's appearance.

A pair of eyebrows are heroic and slightly soft, but under the gaze of those eyes, it is faintly felt that it contains deep love for all beings, a plain white monk's robe, even if he simply stands in place, there is no Ruiguang to follow, there is no Buddha light to reflect, the monkey inexplicably feels that the person in front of him is the Buddha.

Buddha?!

As soon as he thought of this, the monkey's mind that had just calmed down suddenly surged, there were unwillingness, anger, and hatred, this strong and complex mood fluctuation even made the monkey's face faintly distorted, looking extremely hideous and terrifying!

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

A faint sound came into the monkey's ears, but it made the monkey's hideous facial features instantly stiffen, and he was completely stunned.

"Not good!"

This thought instantly swept through the monkey's heart, and even made him panic.

It is time to let go of hatred, it is time to let go of hatred, it is time to let go of anger......

Five hundred years, for a monkey who is born to jump out, has been crushed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, and has experienced five hundred years of loneliness and immobility, there is nothing more important than freedom.

If you miss the master in front of you, the monkey doesn't know if he will have a chance to get out of trouble and taste the peaches of Huaguo Mountain again in this life.

Just when the monkey raised his head in fright, wanting to explain to Tang Sanzang, explaining that the fierceness he had just now was not aimed at him, but for another reason, and that he had already changed his past mistakes and was determined to be good.

To the monkey's surprise, it was just a mortal monk, and his eyes looked at him without horror, repulsion, or disgust, but still a faint gentleness, as well as a trace of understanding.

The monkey was stunned, for five hundred years, the belly that was stuffed with iron pills and filled with copper juice inexplicably felt a trace of warmth.

At this moment, the monkey seemed to have spanned hundreds of years in a hazy way, and returned to the three-star cave of the oblique moon again.

"Master......" subconsciously, the monkey murmured inadvertently.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, but this time he responded gently.

"Huh!"

Immediately, Tang Sanzang, who had always paid attention to his image, didn't mind the dirtiness of the ground, and sat directly next to the monkey, a pair of white and slender hands carefully helped the monkey remove the dead leaves and weeds on the top of his head, and sorted out his hair that had not been sorted out for hundreds of years.

"Master, what are you doing?"

At this point, the monkey was faintly crying.

Tang Sanzang pursed his lips slightly, but the movements in his hands did not stop in the slightest, and after trying to help the monkey straighten out his hair a little, he said angrily.

"Monkey, these years, it's been a little bitter, right?"

"It's bitter!" Asked by Tang Sanzang, the monkey's loneliness and loneliness in the past five hundred years really broke his psychological defense line like a flood, and said subconsciously.

"Master, please let my grandson come out, I am willing to worship you as a teacher and protect you to go to the west to learn scriptures."

"...... you," Tang Sanzang stroked the monkey's head and asked softly. Willing? ”

Willing?

Tang Sanzang asked lightly, but it easily broke down the monkey's psychological defense line and hit the depths of his heart.

How can it be willing?

How can it be willing?

How can it be willing?

But...... What if you are unwilling?

What can a monkey that is crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain be unwilling?

A monkey who can't even lift a five-finger mountain, what can he do if he is unwilling?

The monkey's face showed a fierce struggle, and finally he said with a weak and calm voice. "Willingly, for the sake of freedom, my grandson is willing."

"Freedom?"

Tang Sanzang repeated this word, looking at the sky that seemed to be at the end of the distance, but he understood that at the end of the sky, there was a heavenly court, and said.

"Monkey, coming out of Wuzhi Mountain, will your heart really be free?"

The monkey's expression was completely stiff at the moment, and his face was full of frustration and powerlessness.

"The body is free from the Five Finger Mountain, but your heart is completely bound to the upper shackles, is this kind of freedom what you want?"

Tang Sanzang's flat voice hit the depths of the monkey's soul.

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I heard that you can't ask for a ticket without a basis, so Lao Jia asked for a ticket~