The wind is whisking, stirring tears for no reason, sweeping up the old withered leaves on the bluestone, falling the past in a hurry, this March is like the sadness of autumn snow.

Falling and falling, where the snow seems to be falling, the waves of the sea of flowers are silent, and the cloud viewing platform is cold.

Guanyuntai is like a lonely island, suspended in the sea of clouds, four small peaks hanging in the distance, silent and silent, lonely chain bridge, silent in the sea of clouds.

The cloud viewing platform is very empty, there is no palace, only four dragon pillars are unknown. The sea of clouds is vast all around, and the grass and trees on the stage are deep, locked in a cold autumn.

Sun Wukong sat alone on the cloud platform and watched the vast sea of clouds, and the world in front of him seemed to be gray.

Sun Wukong was silent, no time to care about the flood of tears, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and his face was expressionless sadness.

For three days and three nights, Sun Wukong meditated hard, didn't think about tea and dinner, and didn't sleep.

He has experienced wind and rain, like a lonely old monkey for a hundred years, his golden hair was brown overnight, and the ends were snow-white.

He was full of thoughts, tears slowly falling one by one, and his wet eyes were red.

The unwilling Monkey King, after learning from the pain, slowly stood up, wiped away his tears, dried his tears, and his sharp eyes were a little deeper.

Sun Wukong's eyes were like torches, the words were sonorous, and he said as if wiping blood: "Go to your heavenly way, go to your fate, the old grandson will win the sky, so he is unwilling to obey the bullshit destiny." ”

The unequaled divine soldier flew out of Sun Wukong's ears, from a pocket to a big stick, Sun Wukong quickly held the unparalleled divine soldier tightly, heroically played with a stick flower, and shook his head both righteously and evilly, gritted his teeth and roared with the menacing stick finger to the sky: "My grandson, just break through this unbearable way of heaven, break into this turbid earth, and in another 10,000 years, my grandson will still be the Monkey King." ”

This long howl resounded through the sky, changing the color of the wind and clouds, and alarming the heavens and the earth.

Just as a red lightning bolt slashed down on the Peerless Divine Soldier, Sun Wukong's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he plunged the Peerless Divine Soldier into the ground, and the ground instantly collapsed, stirring up dust and stirring up, and the rubble flew out in all directions.

At the same time, the red lightning burst into a ring of lightning, and in a moment, with a bang, the four small peaks hanging in the sky were torn apart and fell into the sea of clouds.

The dust slowly dispersed, and Sun Wukong's figure gradually became clearer, with some changes.

Sun Wukong's hair is golden again, the ends are orange red, there is scarlet smoke on his eyelids, and the peerless divine soldier in his hand lingers with gold dust like clouds and mist, and slowly transforms into a wishful golden hoop stick.

"Master, Lao Sun has figured it out!" Sun Wukong knelt on his knees, stood on the Ruyi golden hoop stick, and suddenly said brightly.

As soon as Sun Wukong's voice fell, two immortal qi fell silently, like a hookah spreading in the water, from which the Bodhi Ancestor and the Budai Zen Master were transformed. The two of them were full of smiles and gratification, and slowly walked towards Sun Wukong.

"Wukong, have you really figured it out?" asked Bodhi Ancestor as he stroked his long beard emphatically.

"Master, Wukong has thought very thoroughly. Sun Wukong replied without hesitation.

Bodhi Ancestor nodded slightly, smiled slightly and asked, "Wukong, what are you going to do next?"

"Master, Wukong must not forget to cultivate, after seeking justice for Jingjing, Wukong will find the Eight Desolation Artifact while cultivating, Wukong will definitely let Zixia be reborn, even if she will completely forget about me, it doesn't matter, as long as Zixia can live, Wukong's salvation and fulfillment are nothing. Sun Wukong clenched his fists tightly and replied very firmly.

Seeing that the Monkey King was unusually firm, Bodhi Ancestor couldn't help but smile like a spring breeze, conjured up an ancient map in his hand, frowned slightly and said while handing it to Sun Wukong: "So very good, this is the distribution map of the Eight Desolation Artifacts, I have traveled all over the Eight Desolations and Kyushu before I found their traces, the so-called Eight Desolation Artifacts are the top ten artifacts of ancient times, namely the Eastern Emperor Bell, Xuanyuan Sword, Pangu Axe, Jiuli Pot, Haotian Tower, Fuxiqin, Shennong Ding, Kongtong Seal, Kunlun Mirror and Nuwa Stone. It's harder to find them than to reach the sky!"

"Master, Wukong is determined not to change. Sun Wukong got up and took the ancient map and said firmly.

"Wukong, for the sake of the teacher, respect your decision, but what happened to Bai Jingjing is a stain on the royal family, and mentioning the vendetta of the Spirit Palace to the Spirit Emperor is to ask for hardship, and there must be great glory, so that the royal family has the slightest possibility to repent for this and give her justice. Bodhi Ancestor reminded him earnestly.

"Master, where is the great glory?" asked Sun Wukong urgently.

Bodhi Ancestor stroked his long beard and said with a slight smile: "Through the Immortal Martial Trial, you can lead the ten disciples to infiltrate the ghost's lair and hunt the Nether Lord, if you can succeed, you can solve the scourge of the ghost, and then you will be the hero of salvation, this is a great glory." ”

"Master, Wukong keeps it in mind, and he will definitely pass the Immortal Martial Trial. Sun Wukong said with anticipation.

Bodhi Ancestor suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but stroke his long beard and said with a smile: "By the way, if the Lingren clan can really repent of their sins and give Bai Jingjing justice, Jiang Liu'er, the only person in the world who can transform Bai Jingjing, will have a chance to transform her." ”

"Master, do you mean that little Zen master?" Sun Wukong said in disbelief.

"That's right. Bodhi Ancestor said lightly.

"I really didn't expect it!" Sun Wukong said in surprise.

Bodhi Ancestor nodded with a smile, and said: "After you solve the scourge of ghosts, the teacher will go to investigate and destroy the world demon god, as well as your eight realms of body and mind, after that, everything can only rely on yourself, and the teacher will notify you of the information found as soon as possible, Wukong, don't act recklessly." ”

"Master, the disciple understands, and must keep it in mind. Sun Wukong smiled faintly and said resolutely.

"That's very good!" said the Ancestor with great satisfaction.

On the side of the Budai Zen Master Yueran's face, twisted the Zen beads, and congratulated with a smile: "Congratulations to the Great Sage, I can have an epiphany today." ”

"Master, I've won the prize, and I'll have to trouble your apprentice then. Sun Wukong smiled slightly and said in a deep way.

"Oh, speaking of Liu'er, Great Sage, I have a request for something. Zen Master Budai pleaded.

"Master, just tell me. Sun Wukong said.

"Great Sage, Jiang Liu'er is actually the reincarnation of your master Tang Sanzang. The Zen master said solemnly.

"What, this can't be!" Sun Wukong said in shock, "Isn't my master already a Buddha, how can this be?"

"Great Sage, the reason why Jiang Liu'er was reincarnated in the wasteland is because he, like the Great Sage, found that this scripture could not save the world at all, the so-called Western Heaven to learn the scriptures is nothing more than a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, a conspiracy under all-weather surveillance, and the four of you masters and apprentices are just four chess pieces. The Zen master sighed and said with a lot of emotion.

"Bodhisattva, then why my master is not a Buddha this time, and he is reincarnated in the wasteland?" Sun Wukong said with slightly wet eyes and a trembling voice.

"Liu'er and the Great Sage are somewhat similar, but in order to find the answer again, they are red. Zen Master Budai looked at the sky and said.

"Then what do I need to do?" asked Sun Wukong in a soft whisper.

"I ask the Great Sage to protect Jiang Liu'er. Zen Master Budai said cautiously.

"Okay!" Sun Wukong said lightly with a smile.

Seeing this, the Budai Zen Master breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a relieved smile: "The old Zen master said goodbye first, in order to avoid suspicion from the Demon Buddha, I have to go back to Lingshan first, Great Sage, don't pass by." ”

"Bodhisattva, goodbye!" Sun Wukong said goodbye in a mood.

As soon as Sun Wukong's voice fell, Maitreya Buddha turned into a fairy spirit and walked away with the wind.

Bodhi Ancestor looked at Sun Wukong's sad appearance, couldn't help but stroke his long beard, frowned slightly, and shook his head gently.

The wind is whining, sweeping up the old dead leaves on the bluestone, falling and falling in a hurry, this March is like the sadness of autumn snow.