The monkey saw Jiang Liuer's innocent romance and smiled. He squatted down, stroked Jiang Liu'er's little head with a smile, and said brightly: "Little Zen Master, Jiang Liu'er, is it your milk name." ”

As soon as Jiang Liu'er thought of the past, she couldn't help lowering her head, innocently looking at her little eyes, rubbing her tear-stained eyes and saying: "Great Sage, I don't know what my name is, my parents have gone far away, and the master said that they can't come back, and this milk name was given to me by the master." ”

"I see!" the monkey sighed lightly, stroked Jiang Liu'er's little head, got up and said with a slight smile.

"Great Sage, why are you doing this?" Jiang Liu'er wiped away the tears hiding in her eyes and asked in confusion.

The monkey looked at Jiang Liu'er, thought about it for a while, and said with emotion: "Because my master also had a milk name back then, called Jiang Liu'er, who looked exactly like you." ”

Jiang Liu'er accidentally saw the spirit bird on the monkey's shoulder, and immediately laughed happily, and couldn't help but say at first sight: "Great Sage, where do I seem to have seen this white bird?"

"How come, Jingjing also knows this little Zen master, is this little Zen master really a master?" the monkey said in surprise when he heard this.

At this time, the spirit bird flapped its wings from the monkey's shoulder and flew up, fluttering while singing, attracting Jiang Liu'er, taking Jiang Liu'er away from this cloud viewing platform and playing at the same time.

"Wukong!" Qingding Zhenren called as he stroked his beard.

When the monkey heard this familiar and unfamiliar voice, he suddenly felt a thousand emotions in his heart, and he was stunned for a long time before he slowly turned around, moistened his eyes and said, "Master, how do you know my real name?"

"Wukong, your name was still chosen for you by the teacher, how can you forget it for the teacher!" Qingding Zhenren squinted his eyes and said with a smile of relief.

"Master—" Sun Wukong knelt down heavily and called out loudly.

"Wukong, get up!" Bodhi Ancestor helped Sun Wukong up and said with a sigh.

"Old friend, now that the master and apprentice are together again, it is a good thing. The Zen master smiled and congratulated.

Sun Wukong exhaled, smiled slightly, turned to Budai Zen Master and said: "Master, it turns out that you have long seen my true identity, it seems that you are not an ordinary person, please be angry Wukong and be brave, the master is the incarnation of the future Buddha Maitreya Buddha." ”

When the Zen master heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Great Sage, really smart, since this is the case, old friend, let's show our true body!"

"Hmm-" Bodhi Ancestor nodded approvingly.

Two worldly masters finally appeared in their true bodies, one was a clear wind bone, with a white robe, long beard and snow-white hair, holding a magic staff, and the other was a big earlobe, with Buddha clothes on his body, holding a cloth bag on his waist, smiling and happy future Buddha.

"Wukong, the teacher called you here to tell you about the fate of fate and fate, you have to be mentally prepared. Bodhi Ancestor stroked his long beard and said earnestly.

"Master, Wukong listens!" Sun Wukong said firmly.

Bodhi Ancestor turned to look at the sky, frowned slightly and said: "10,000 years ago, you fought with three mysterious purple-clothed bronze mask people, you were fortunate enough to escape a catastrophe, they will never give up, the gods have not disappeared, they are waiting for an opportunity to wake up, a bead, a sword, a Buddha, a release, this is the three religions do not allow you, can work together to destroy your Buddha body, very few, obviously can guess one or two." ”

"Master, isn't it the old thief, the Yuan Shi Tianzun and the Jade Emperor Lao'er?" Sun Wukong thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but grit his teeth tightly and said.

"Wukong, the enemy is too strong, have you ever been afraid?" Bodhi Ancestor closed his eyes, sighed, and said worriedly.

Sun Wukong snorted lightly, smiled indifferently, and said with sharp eyes: "Master, I'm afraid of how to write words, if you want me to bow down to the minister, I won't be Sun Wukong, if I steal my life, I am not worthy of this Monkey King, the disciple is willing to cultivate the avenue, and go to the nine heavens to interrogate the gods." ”

"Wukong, it's very good that you have this heart!" said Bodhi Ancestor impassionedly.

"Wukong was born unruly, he doesn't want to be just a monkey, he can't learn to be a slave, and he doesn't know how to admit defeat!" Sun Wukong said unswervingly.

"Wukong, have you ever been back to Huaguo Mountain?" asked Bodhi Ancestor with a slight frown.

"Don't tell the master that after I became a Buddha, I went back to Huaguo Mountain once. Sun Wukong said with a slight smile.

"Is the Huaguo Mountain still there?" asked the Bodhi Ancestor meaningfully.

Sun Wukong was silent for a while, moistened his eyes, and said very sadly: "The heavenly fire has been burning for three hundred years, the snow has fallen more than every year, and there is nothing left in Huaguo Mountain." ”

"Wukong, have you ever meditated?" asked the Bodhi Ancestor solemnly.

Sun Wukong recalled carefully and said: "After seeing Huaguo Mountain that time, I entered meditation, differentiated into eight realms of body and mind, and went to different time and space, and my wishful golden hoop stick also fell into the East China Sea at that time. And after that, the Great War took place 10,000 years ago. ”

"I see. Bodhi Ancestor stroked his long beard lightly, and said with a certain number in his heart: "Wukong, then you should hurry up and cultivate, the Xianwu trial is a test for you, I also know who you want to for, seek justice, work hard, the Xianwu trial is not so simple." ”

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, pondered for a while, and asked hesitantly: "Master, what about my ...... What is fate?"

"This fateful relationship is the fateful relationship between you and Zixia. Bodhi Ancestor said meaningfully.

"Me and Zixia, isn't Zixia already gone?" Sun Wukong pondered for a while and said incredulously.

"The Zixia you meet is Zixia. Bodhi Ancestor said as he stroked his long beard.

"Hmph-I didn't expect it...... No wonder she has a purple and green sword in her hand!" Sun Wukong felt incredulous, gradually moistened his eyes, and said with a slight trembling breath.

"Wukong, you should have thought of it a long time ago. Bodhi Ancestor sighed and said.

"I used to guess, I couldn't believe it. Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"Then why doesn't she remember me?" said Sun Wukong with a sour nose and looking up at the sky.

"No, Zixia doesn't remember you, it was I who cut off her love silk and extracted her memory, and her love silk and memory were sealed in this jade bottle. Bodhi Ancestor shook his head, conjured up an emerald jade bottle in his hand, looked at it and said.

"Master, why do you want to do this?" Sun Wukong looked at the jade bottle intently, and said incomprehensibly.

Bodhi Ancestor closed his eyes, took a long breath, and said sadly: "Zixia was born from long-term hatred and obsession, like a demon but not a demon, like a human and not a human, and has to endure purgatory-like pain every full moon night. If she doesn't remember the past, she can still spend the rest of her life, and if she remembers the past, she will live in endless pain. What's even more terrifying is that if she falls in love with you again, I don't know when she will disappear again, one day, one month and one year, and then there will be no purple glow in the world. Where to go, it all depends on the choice of you and Zixia. ”

"Master, this is my fateful relationship with Zixia!" Sun Wukong grabbed his clothes tightly, knelt heavily on his knees like ashes, supported his hands hard, clenched his teeth tightly, tears flowed down his cheeks, and said in grief.

"That's right. Bodhi Ancestor couldn't help but sigh and said.

The emerald jade bottle is crystal clear, exuding a jeweled aura, and a faint jade blue hookah lingers. For some reason, there were a few cracks on the jade bottle, flying with a little fluorescence, like an elf dancing in sadness.

"Then what is the crack on this jade bottle?" Sun Wukong stared at the jade bottle and struggled to get up, staggered a few steps, let the tears fall, and said with empty eyes.

"Alas - Wukong, what should come will always come, and if it shouldn't come, it will come, the love silk is constantly chopped, the memory can't be sealed, it's easy to pick it up, but it's hard to put it down, it's a matter of time before Zixia's love silk and memory break through the seal of the jade bottle. Bodhi Ancestor put away the sealed jade bottle and said with a sentimental sigh.

"Master, is there a solution to this?" asked Sun Wukong with red tearful eyes.

Bodhi Ancestor turned to look at Sun Wukong, and said seriously: "If you can make Zixia Nirvana reborn, then you have to find the thousand-year-old cold jade to reshape the body, and then find the remnant soul of the nine secluded places in the deepest part of the underworld, and finally find the ancient Eight Desolation Artifact, and use the Eight Desolation Artifact to reshape the remnant soul, so that it has a complete seven souls and six spirits, and the seven souls and six spirits can return to the body, so that Zixia Nirvana can be reborn." ”

"That means there is still salvation. Sun Wukong smiled rarely, and said with moist eyes.

Bodhi Ancestor thought about it, stroked his long beard, and said sentimentally: "There is room for manoeuvre, however, there is an unpredictable side effect, Zixia after Nirvana rebirth is a new life, although she no longer has to endure pain, but she may never remember who Sun Wukong is, and everything about her will have nothing to do with you at that time." Wukong, you've got to think about it. ”

"Master, I want to be alone and be quiet!" Sun Wukong smiled bitterly, his heart was like a knife, hateful and unkind, ridiculous and ill-fated, he closed his eyes and let the tears fall.

Bodhi Ancestor and Maitreya Buddha glanced at each other, shook their heads helplessly, turned into a puff of smoke and left, leaving only a lonely Monkey King.