The sun shone on the land again, and the snow and ice began to melt slowly. The dark clouds that had been covering Huaguo Mountain for nearly a week finally slowly dispersed.

The monkeys didn't know what was going on, they only knew that there had been a very heavy thunderstorm here the other day, although it was unheard of on a snowy day......

Looking down at the vast sea in front of you from the highest point of Huaguo Mountain, anyone will feel extremely lonely, and there will always be a feeling that they are isolated by the world. Looking at the sky in the distance, layers of clouds slowly drifted, and no one knew where a certain cloud overhead would drift. Of course, no one cares about these things.

Sun Monkey stood on the top of the mountain with a golden hoop stick and looked at the sky, he always felt that his peaceful days had slowly come to an end, since the thunderstorm Sun Monkey felt that there was a pair of inexplicable eyes staring at him, not only staring at himself, but also showing his fangs to tear this peaceful Huaguo Mountain.

I will protect every grass and tree in this Huaguo Mountain, this is my home, here are my relatives!

Closing his eyes, the monkey tightened his grip on the golden hoop stick.

For some reason, his memory began to have a strange disconnect, as if he couldn't remember anything anymore as time passed.

I don't remember the shadow I used to be, I don't remember why I was born on Huaguo Mountain, and I don't remember if someone was around me to guide me when I was born. Of course, he always felt that he should have such a person by his side, a person who was like an elder who reminded him all the time.

So, where is that person now?

While the monkey was thinking, a small monkey suddenly jumped up and down to him.

"The king, the king. ”

"What?"

"There was an old man with a white beard, and he said that he was from Heaven, and he said that he had something to do with the king. The monkey panted and looked at his king, and in the sunlight the monkey looked majestic, so majestic that he couldn't open his eyes a little.

"Oh, yes, wait for me to meet the old man with the white beard!" the monkey squinted, and then followed the monkey down the cliff.

Perhaps, we try our best to change something, but no matter how we change history, we always follow a certain trajectory......

Even if you win, what if you lose?

Before the general trend of history, anyone is just dust and can only be dust.

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Headache......

Wang Chen was washed to the shore by the salty seawater, and then slowly woke up under a burst of dazzling light.

"You're awake. ”

"Where is this?"

"Here, this is the Datang border. ”

"Datang?"

"Yes, it's Datang. ”

A man who looked like a scholar smiled at Wang Chen, and it was obvious that Wang Chen woke up and made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that I was washed up here by the sea. Wang Chen touched his head and struggled to stand up, this terrifying catastrophe was still quite powerful, almost killing him. But fortunately, Wang Chen is a first-class skill after all, and he directly carried the thunder to create a miracle.

The only tragedy was that Wang Chen found that he had no strength in his body at this moment, and he felt like a newborn baby, even staggering to walk.

It seems that the thunderbolt has directly deprived himself of his strength......

Wang Chen smiled bitterly, then shook his swollen head. Fortunately, his strength does not come from his own strength, but from his comprehension of kendo, as long as he is given some time, he can definitely return to his peak.

"Where are you from?" the reader asked strangely, looking at Wang Chen.

"I'm from Huaguo Mountain, and I'm a swordsman. Wang Chen smiled weakly.

"And what about your sword?" the scholar looked at Wang Chen, but he couldn't see where Wang Chen hid the sword on his body.

This in itself is a very strange thing, obviously a swordsman, but he did not raise a sword.

"My sword is here, I'm different from everyone else. Wang Chen stood firm and pointed to his heart.

"You want to say that your sword is the sword of the heart?" laughed the reader.

"Yes, it can also be said to be the sword of the heart. Wang Chen nodded seriously.

"My name is Li Xuan. ”

"My name is Wang Chen. ”

"You're a reader?"

"No, I am a Taoist priest and a cultivator. ”

"Oh?"

Wang Chen was silent for a long time, and then suddenly remembered the young man who was seeking immortality in front of Fangcun Mountain, although this person's appearance was completely different from the previous person, Wang Chen felt that the two were the same person.

If the two people are the same person, then Tie Guan Li, the head of the Eight Immortals, seems to be about to return to his place.

"Where are you going now?"

"But the dust will be feathered and ascended to the immortal. ”

"But the dust?"

"Hmm. Li Xuan nodded, his face resolute, "I used to be a scholar!"

"Oh, then I wish you a nice trip. ”

"Where did you come from and where are you going?"

"I? I don't know, maybe it's walking around. ”

"You're such a strange person. ”

"Huh. Wang Chen chuckled.

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After separating from Li Xuan, Wang Chen slowly came to a temple, he originally wanted to rest under the big tree in front of the temple for a while and continue to move forward, but he didn't expect a young monk to slowly come out.

The monk stopped in front of him, he looked up at the young monk, and the young monk was also looking at him, and he could see that this monk was making a special trip to meet him.

Wang Chen suddenly felt that this monk was very strange, but he couldn't say what was strange.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The monk smiled.

"Wait for me for a long time, who are you......" Wang Chen didn't laugh along, of course, he didn't guard against anything, although he didn't have any strength, but if someone wanted to hurt himself, it was a fool's dream.

"The weather was bad, we went back to say. The monk pointed to the sky and shook his head.

"Bad?" Wang Chen looked up at the sky and found that there was even a sun in the sky, and it didn't look like any bad weather at the moment.

"Come on. The monk walked in on his own.

"Hmm. After seeing this mysterious monk enter the door, although Wang Chen felt very strange, he still followed in.

Something seems to be slowly changing.

The temple is not big, there are no other monks or novices in the temple, there are Buddha statues in the front hall of the temple, but this Buddha statue is a fierce god and evil statue, not kind eyebrows.

"This is the evil Buddha of Nyorai. ”

"What is an evil Buddha?"

"Everyone is good and evil, and becoming a Buddha is just a matter of throwing away evil and condensing good, but the greater the good, the greater the evil. The monk sat down cross-legged and explained to Wang Chen.

"Cut off evil thoughts and become a Buddha?"

That can also be understood in this way. The monk nodded.

"What are you talking to me for, I'm not your monk after all. Wang Chen's face did not change, but he asked lightly.

"You could have stayed out of it, but you're already in the game, and nothing will happen to you after you get in. The monk shook his head, no one could stay out of this chess game.

Everyone is a pawn, no matter how strong you are.

"It seems that you are not the bald donkeys of the West!" Wang Chen laughed, he felt that the monk in front of him was very interesting, and what he was going to say next was probably even more interesting.

"My name was Golden Cicada, and we used to have a relationship. ”

"Oh?"

"Maybe you don't remember, but we did have a relationship......"

"I seem to remember. Wang Chen nodded, and his memory slowly traced back to the foot of Fangcun Mountain.

At the foot of Fangcun Mountain, the charming monk sat face to face with him.

"I once silently made a wish in my heart that I would go over and discuss Buddhism with the ninety-ninth person sitting on that chair!"

This is a strange statement.

However, this monk is indeed very charismatic.

"Playing chess?"

"Down. ”

"Black and white?"

"Whatever. ”

The same dialogue as Bodhi Ancestor, but the meaning of the dialogue at this moment is completely different.

The chess game of the Three Realms finally began to loosen strangely.

A monk, a swordsman......

So much for......