However, it is said that a powerful axe fell from the sky, and in an instant, the mahogany chessboard was split into several petals......

Under the heavy blow, the mahogany chessboard, which suddenly lost its flying magic, together with more than 200 black and white boulders on it, fell into the clouds like scattered flowers of the heavenly maidens.

At the first time of the great change, Wukong and the others in the panic didn't even care about being afraid, so they subconsciously and under the control of survival instinct, they each hugged a broken wooden board scattered in front of them, and fell down with the rotten wood and stone wreckage!

In the process of landing at great speed, after a moment of despair and fear, Wukong looked at the scene around him, and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

This fragment of memory from the depths of his soul constantly reminds Wukong that at a certain moment a long, long time ago, he seemed to have been tricked by a ruthless fate when the spring breeze was proud, and the boulder fell into the dust with the wild dance in the sky......

"Jade Emperor, Rulai, my grandson was deceived by you...... "Yes, yes...... is still different from today's helpless stupidity, at that moment I was howling hoarsely and regretfully......

And after the howl...... No, no, no...... It seems that there is only a howl, and there is no aftermath? It seems that the picture of continuous howling is the final freeze frame! It seems that his soul is also permanently sealed in the moment of crazy howl......

"Plop...... Plop ......" Just as Wukong was stunned, waiting to fall to the ground and die, a turbid wave of rolling torrents unexpectedly opened its arms to him, to Qiushui, to the little mute and the hanging gall.

After the people were lucky enough to fall into the rapids, the water was so fast that the people who survived the dead were still alive and rejoicing, so they involuntarily went down the river and were soon washed into a low-lying valley.

Looking up, I saw that the surroundings were all towering and steep, like a long sword piercing the sky, dozens of surging torrents were pouring down from different directions, and I would never stop if I didn't fill the valley.

At this time, the water level in the valley was more than ten feet deep. If it weren't for the buoyancy of the broken planks that everyone was clinging to in their arms, I'm afraid that the people who were not very watery would have drowned......

"Swarm...... Lord, I didn't ...... Thinking that we can still live...... Come down, can be so old...... Soak in the water, ...... It's long, it's just not ...... To be drowned, and to starve...... Die!" the little mute was in high spirits, mixed with joy and sorrow, and spoke in a much louder tone than usual.

"Yes, group master, this flood on all sides, the mountain is steep and slippery, and you can't climb it!" said Hangdou also frowned, and said loudly.

"Don't worry, two virtuous brothers, although this torrent is fierce, there will always be a time to stop, now, everyone just needs to calm down and wait for the day!" Wukong forced the mania and restlessness in his heart and smiled reluctantly.

"Brother Shan, there was a flood in our hometown back then, except for you, me, and Uncle Jin, everyone else died! Now that Uncle Jin has also passed away, even if we are buried in this surging torrent, don't we also die a well-deserved death?" As a weak woman, Qiushui, who was also in a desperate situation, spoke poignantly and laughed with tears, but without a trace of sadness.

"Qiushui is right! What is the joy of the husband's life, and what is the fear of death!" Listening to Qiushui's words, Wukong suddenly threw all the complaining people into the sky, "Even if we are really buried here, it will be with heaven and earth as coffins, and mountains and rivers as burials, and the barefoot immortals, water and fire boys, and that strange bird are just filial sons and grandsons who are funeral for us! Look at the surging rolling torrents, it is the tears of these descendants to bid farewell to Lao Tzu...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Wukong's laughter was full of pride and rushed straight to Xiao Han, and he couldn't help but shock the land of the mountain gods, the gods of the past, and the Guanyin monks who were far away in the purple bamboo forest of Luojia Mountain, who were preaching the scriptures for the gods of the heavens, wooden forks, dragon girls and other generations.

Pinching his fingers, the Bodhisattva knew that Wukong was in trouble. After stopping the puja and instructing the public to guard the mountains and forests, the Bodhisattva held the bottle in his hand, accompanied him with Muzha, and the master and apprentice drove the auspicious clouds, and suddenly came to the spot.

Standing in the clouds, I looked down and saw that the torrent had turned the valley surrounded by mountains into a roaring heavenly pool.

In the Tianchi where the water level continues to rise sharply, Wukong and the others are like flowing grasses on the water, their ups and downs, fluttering and fluttering, as if they are in danger!

"Alas...... Who would have thought that the Monkey King who had made trouble in the Heavenly Palace would be tossed to this step by some small gods who did not enter the stream......" After sighing secretly, the Bodhisattva tilted the jade bottle in his hand slightly, and said "Collect" in his mouth, and the flood in the valley was like having wings, and in a blink of an eye, not a drop flew into the net bottle.

After receiving the torrent, the Bodhisattva said to Mu Zha beside him: "Disciple, you hurry to the back of the West Mountain and bring the person who did the flood discharge to see me!"

"Obey the law!" Mu Zha said, and immediately jumped off the cloud and went up the west mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, I saw a water monster holding a purple gold bowl standing next to a boulder.

"Oh, bold and wicked, dare to make waves and kill living beings in broad daylight!" Mu Zha pointed at the water monster and shouted.

"Ahh......h Great immortal, which ...... the little god wronged" The water monster saw that Mu Zha was angry, and hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly and bowed to the ground, "The little god is not a demon, the little god is eighty miles north of Huashan, the river god of the Weishui River!"

"The god of the Weishui River, since he is the god of the Weishui River, he should not discharge floods and kill people here for no reason!" Mu Zha rebuked with a straight face.

"The great immortal doesn't know, the little god is not a flood for no reason, the little god is sent by a god to build a heavenly pool for the immortals to play and bathe in this treasure land of Huashan!"

"Immortal, which Immortal, where is he?" Mu Zha shouted urgently.

"Daxian is not in a hurry, he ...... He ...... there, "The god of the Weishui River was staggered, turned his head and rushed to the mountain rock behind him.

"Hmm...... cough ......" There were a few phlegm coughs from behind the rock, and then a golden-armored god man paced out rather embarrassed.

"The second son, don't come unharmed, the last general is polite!" The giant spirit god has a distinct armor and a big axe, looking murderous.

"Giant Spirit God, why are you?" Mu Zha said in surprise, "You asked the Weishui River God to build the Heavenly Pond here?"

"Ah...... It's me...... But it's not all me, that ...... Second son, these are all trivial matters, don't inquire about the specific situation......" The eyes of the giant spirit god were rolling wildly, and his mouth was even more vague, looking at the meaning and wanting to prevaricate.

"Giant Spirit God, it's really not that I want to inquire today, it's the Bodhisattva who wants to know, you two quickly follow me to meet the Bodhisattva!" Mu Zha said and took the Giant Spirit God and the Weishui River God, and the three of them jumped on the cloud together, came to the Bodhisattva's car, and bowed down.

"Giant Spirit God ......" The Bodhisattva opened his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "The poor monk doesn't ask about the Tianchi Pond, the poor monk just wants to ask you, that Wukong and the others are struggling desperately in the water, seeing that their lives are difficult to protect, why are you standing on the top of the mountain and watching from the sidelines and not saving you when you die?"

"Ah...... Bodvan...... Bodhisattva, yes...... That is true...... Little God That ...... That's not watching the fire on the other side, the little god is just joking with the monkey head, and after a while, the monkey head can't swim, and the little god will come to the rescue...... "The giant spirit god had already planned the so-called construction of the heavenly pool, but when the Bodhisattva asked, the words changed;

"Giant Spirit God, the poor monk asked you to protect Wukong secretly, and if you don't protect him, it's fine, but why do you repeatedly design to harm him?!" The Bodhisattva's voice was not loud, but the words were thousands, and it slammed heavily on the heart of the Giant Spirit God.

"Bodhisattva...... Bodhisattva, where did you start with this? Little ...... The little god has never harmed Bi Ma Wen?" while the giant spirit god denied it, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

"Do you still dare to deny it?!" The Bodhisattva couldn't help but say angrily: "Back then, Wukong and the others left the Confucius Temple and came to Chang'an, but you turned into a woodcutter and introduced them into the dense pine forest? Later, when Wukong helped his descendants build the Moon Watchtower, but you instructed the four mandrills to make trouble from it? Later, in front of the Broken Head Ridge, but you still secretly planned in the name of Xiaoyaozi, in a vain attempt to trap Wukong in the time cave? And just now, you have turned into a strange bird, knocked Wukong down from the clouds, and sent him into danger! You, you, you, have a lot of evil deeds, and your sinful karma is clear, what face do you have in the heavenly court?!"

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, the little god knows that he is wrong, and the little god deserves death, but the little god is also a subordinate faction, and he has no choice but to do it......" When the giant spirit god heard this, he was immediately frightened and prostrated at the feet of the Bodhisattva, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Giant Spirit God, what are you talking about? Are you a subordinate faction? Could it be that my father sent you an errand?!" Hearing the Giant Spirit God say this, Mu Zha suddenly became furious.

"No, no, no...... Second son, it's not the will of the Heavenly King......" The giant spirit god was terrified for a while.

"It's not the Heavenly King, that's the Jade Emperor......" the Bodhisattva immediately sneered.

"It's not the Jade Emperor, it's ...... Be...... It's ......" The giant spirit god was sweating and trembling all over his body at the moment, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Giant Spirit God, you don't want to climb around, how can the Jade Emperor Heavenly King do something that violates the principles of heaven?" Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the Giant Spirit God, the Bodhisattva suddenly became compassionate, and his tone softened accordingly, "I think back then, Wukong came to this Chinese holy land with the method of seizing souls, in order to find the person who practiced for the tenth generation. In the future, Wukong will also ensure that the people who learn the scriptures go to the West Heaven Da Lei Yin Temple to worship the Buddha and seek the Dharma. This matter is about the integration of China and the West, and Buddhism comes from the West. For this important event, five hundred years ago, my Buddha Rulai had a long discussion with the Jade Emperor. Later, the two Great Heavenly Venerables reached a consensus and made a covenant of Heavenly Buddha together that will benefit the present generation and the future generations......"