Crash.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and it was already winter.

Shi Qiaoli didn't speak again, it was wearing a huge cashmere coat, tall and mighty, carrying a stick on its back, looking at the goose feathers and snow outside the window, and its eyes were silently looking at the sky.

Over the years, its heart has become a little old and tired, and most of the human masters he once apprenticed to are no longer alive.

Over the years, he seems to be close to his dream, but more like he is close to death.

Because the other party is still too powerful, it is a long and thousands of years of heritage.

In the house, the poor old scholar who was struggling to write, in front of the desk on the windowsill, waved his pen freely, suddenly put down the pen and ink, dried the book that had just been painted, looked at the goose feathers and snow outside the window, and suddenly smiled: "Feeling the vicissitudes of life, this is not the character of the great saint." ”

Wu Shusheng, his voice suddenly changed, became impassioned, and roared in a sullen voice: "Great Sage! What do you want to go west on this trip!? ”

"Step on the southern sky, shatter the sky!" Shi Qiaoli suddenly shook violently, his eyes flashed with huge battle intent, and he picked up a stick and pointed to the sky.

"If you don't go back," Mr. Wu suppressed his voice.

"I'm gone!!"

The black-haired monkey was carrying an iron rod and laughing maniacally.

He seemed to be plucked up again, and turned decisively to the west, covered the door, and carried a stick, and the depressed figure quickly disappeared into the goose feather snow.

The poor scholar was silent, and suddenly, he could no longer control it, and his whole body trembled.

I've never been able to do anything for them.

is obviously regarded as a brother, but he can only accompany them to drink

He knew that he was just a powerless mortal, and his only ability was to tell stories, and in addition, he had no strength, and he couldn't resist the gods in the sky, save his lover, and resist the fiercest battle on the front line for this demon sage and several other big people.

He is not in the shadows.

I don't know Taoist priests and monks, I don't know Taoism, and I don't know how to do yinjutsu.

He was too incompetent.

It's too powerless.

However, he still went out quickly, stopped it from afar, and said: "The Great Sage stays, if he wins, everyone will be happy, but if he is defeated."

"And he never looked back." And it said.

"I can't help you get to heaven." Wu Shusheng gritted his teeth and said: "But I have a plan, even if I lose, I can completely subvert the Heavenly Palace, but the Great Sage must endure humiliation for a hundred years."

"What's the plan?"

"I can make up a book, gather the thoughts of all living beings, gather a strong man's thoughts, cut down the sky twice, and make trouble in the heavenly palace." The scholar stopped it and uttered a plan that would not be carried out unless it was absolutely necessary.

If he is defeated, he does not need to die, endure humiliation, and in the distant future, there will be a chance to start again and make a comeback.

When the monkey heard this, he laughed in the heavy snow, waved his hands and left, and said, "If I come back, I must give you the name of the Great Sage of Zhutian, don't refuse this time, we are not the Seven Great Sages, but the Eight Great Sages!" is worthy of being a reader, with a bright mind, closed in the house, a brush can go up to the sky! This plan can top up to 100,000 demon soldiers. ”

Wu Shusheng smiled jerkyly, feeling so important for the first time.

After that, he never saw the monkey again, and he didn't know if it succeeded, because he never saw it come back and drink with him again.

He just silently kept his promise to the two of them, laying the groundwork for his second havoc in the Heavenly Palace a hundred years later.

On that day, at the age of nearly fifty, he suddenly resigned and returned to his hometown under the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, and used all the energy of the rest of his life to suddenly write a book in his old age.

No one knows at all why he suddenly resigned from office and wrote books when he was in his fifties, when he had been depressed in officialdom for half his life.

In his mind, he recalled the liveliness and recklessness of the monkey, bit by bit, trying to write as interestingly as possible, and trying his best to spread it to everyone, so that everyone could read it and gather strong people.

A living monkey that has gradually been passed down by the world.

He also gave the story of the book a meaningful name, Journey to the West.

But before he died, he lay on the barren bed, looking at the sky with his mouth, muttering the words before leaving in the heavy snow.

"Great Sage, this trip to the west, if you don't go back"

"And never go back!"

He muttered, but with tears in his eyes, "Perhaps, I was wrong, or maybe I was wrong, did I stop it at that time and really save it?" Maybe I killed it with my own hands, and the moment it succumbed to Heavenly Court, the Great Sage in my heart was already dead. ”

"I broke an unyielding backbone with my own hands, maybe his death is the best ending, the unruly monkey pointing to the sky, is the real it I actually turned him into a mediocre person like me, even if he bent over, and finally really rescued the beloved."

His mind was full of the monkey who pointed angrily at the sky and roared at the sky.

"Anyone will change, and when they get old, they will become like this, grandpa is like this, that monkey, it may be like this." On the hospital bed, the granddaughter next to him comforted him, "It's just that grandpa didn't let him die when he was young, and let him get old and mature, is this wrong?" Perhaps, I would rather die brilliantly when I was young than be a humiliated monkey in my old age. ”

The granddaughter next to her knew why her grandfather wrote the ending of the story with such complicated feelings.

In the story, the unruly Monkey King was put on a robe and turned into a kind and kind fighting Buddha, he was bent his back, but in reality, it was he who killed the unruly monkey with his own hands.

"Is that so?"

That Wu Shusheng smiled happily and completely closed his old and vicissitudes of life.

Looking at Wu Shusheng's gradually confused eyes, the granddaughter suppressed her voice, "My grandfather, in my eyes, no matter what, you will always be right." ”

Speaking of which, we looked at each other and were shocked.

I see

A shocking plan that has lasted for hundreds of years has gradually surfaced.

This monkey's strong man is so powerful, it has gathered the obsession of hundreds of years of sentient beings, and it will be so immortal and immortal when it ascends to the sky for the second time.

He is not imperishable.

It's just that for hundreds of years, the obsession of the whole land is too strong, enough to make him close to immortality.

"That's how you were born."

Miao Qianqian sighed, looked at the hazy monkey sitting on the Nantian Gate, and said: "Your appearance was originally a deliberate plan, just to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace for the second time, repeat the feat of the year, and then cooperate with General Shi this time, inside and outside." ”

"This was a century-long and sophisticated plan." Bai Xiaoxue sighed and said, "There were many puzzles before, but now they are all clear, this is all General Shi's strategy. ”

"He laid out for this, it is estimated that the generation of Bai Wuchang took over the business of reincarnation, but in fact, he branded the memory of Concubine Bai into the dust." Bai Xiaoxue said: "In this way, the white concubine is no longer the real weakness of his strongman, but Liu Baixi is, he deliberately let Liu Baixi get close to you in the village, and transfer your weakness from the white concubine to Liu Baixi." ”

Bai Xiaoxue looked at Shi Qiaoli and said: "He also knows your temperament, he deliberately creates opportunities for you, he must know that you must fake your death and surprise attack, kill the Emperor of Heaven, he understands you just like he understands himself." ”

I was silent for a moment, the two of them were originally one person.

Miao Qianqian continued: "After that, when you kill the Emperor of Heaven, he will completely explain to the surrounding Wenchen, that Liu Baixi is the real weakness of your strongman, and in this way, he killed you, the culprit of killing the Emperor, and has the merit of avenging the Emperor of Heaven, so he can be justified and take over the Heavenly Court completely and slowly." ”

This has been thoroughly understood.

This was originally a coup d'état that had been brewing for a hundred years, and for this day, that Wu Shusheng and General Shi had already paid too much.

I looked at the sky, and the monkey's obsession grew fading.

"I was just created, my mission has been accomplished, and I helped him finish a good show." The monkey faded into obscurity.

"No, you are the real Monkey King." Liu Baixi burst into tears and suddenly shouted, "You are not the General Shi who has endured humiliation, you are him, he has endured it for hundreds of years, he has already died the moment he gave in, and he is no longer himself." ”

"I'm going to die"

Shi Qiaoli didn't listen to her, and muttered to himself: "When our seven brothers went to heaven, I was the only one left to die, I couldn't imagine that the weak scholar actually achieved the earth-shattering feat that we couldn't do when we gathered 100,000 demon soldiers, and used his life to write pen and ink, and created another opportunity to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace."

"He has always thought that he is mediocre, he has always thought that he is weak, and he is one head lower than the seven of us brothers, but how can he think so down? He never knew what he was capable of. ”

"Who says scholars are useless?"

As he spoke, he completely disappeared into the wind, never to be seen again.

"One stroke of the Emperor of Heaven, one stroke of chaos in the Heavenly Court, upward cutting the sky, in my eyes, five hundred years forward, five hundred years later, there is no such earth-shattering writer."