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Sun Wukong suddenly felt a little sad.

He used to think that he could change everything, but now he realized that he couldn't change anything.

He may be able to pick up a long string of history, but he will always loosen it, and that string will be torn again.

Because being torn off is the fate of that string, and if someone wants to change it, it will only be a temporary change, and after that time, they will change back to the way they were.

"So what's the point of all this we do? Sun Wukong couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

The next two people discussed how to play with the women assigned to them, and the cruelty of their thoughts made Sun Wukong a little disgusted.

Sun Wukong likes to kill, but he doesn't like to torture people, he thinks that killing is liberation, never to let a person kneel in front of your eyes, and then help him free after you have done endless humiliation to him.

Sun Wukong hated this method, he thought it was an insult to liberation, and if so, he thought, I'd rather not let them get liberation.

Sun Wukong raised his head helplessly, but suddenly found that the monk walking in front of him was holding his hands tightly, and on it, wisps of blood slipped down from it and dripped on the ground, causing several puppies to compete for food.

Sun Wukong only took a slight look and saw that the puppies were changed from monsters.

But he didn't want to bother either.

Tang Seng's blood left Tang Seng's body, and he was no longer Tang Seng.

Sun Wukong also understood the meaning of what Tang Seng said before.

Even if there is no Monkey King, they will still reach the West Heaven, because this world was originally intended for them to reach the West Heaven, and it has nothing to do with whether there is him Sun Wukong, even without him, the monk can still be safe and sound, and even reach the West Heaven in vain.

But that's not what the Buddhas wanted, they didn't want Tang Seng to be so peaceful, so they chose Sun Wukong, so they sent monsters.

Come and be the opposite of Tang Seng.

It turns out that he has always been a chess piece, and he used to think that he was a chess player.

Sun Wukong had a smile on his face, but this is already a lot better, because some people don't know that they are just a chess piece all their lives, only at the moment of death, they remember their own voice, look at it from the perspective of a bystander, and then shout, it turns out that I am just a chess piece, and then die.

But Sun Wukong is not a person who is willing to be a pawn, or rather, he is not an obedient pawn.

The Buddha let him fall, he didn't want to fall, the Buddha asked him to go, he didn't want to go, the Buddha asked him to refrain from it, he wanted to indulge.

There was just one thing he didn't understand.

That's what the Buddha told him to do again.

Whether he is happy or sad, whether he kills or suppresses, it seems that it is within the Buddha's expectations, and it seems that there is no way to escape that limitation.

In other words, whatever he does, it can be interpreted as the Buddha's will, that the Buddha commanded him to do.

As long as he thinks of this, Sun Wukong's head is big.

Even if he commits suicide now and allows himself to disappear into this world completely, that is the meaning of the Buddha.

Is this Buddha very laipi, or is the person who conveys the meaning of the Buddha very laipi?

No matter what you do, do or don't do, the Buddha has a corresponding explanation, that is, people live in this world, they are under the meaning of the Buddha.

But people are just living, and they need to be given any meaning where they need to be.

When I laugh, I laugh, I cry, I cry, I am angry, but you want to tell me why I laugh, why I cry, why I am angry.

I'm fine if I need it, but if I don't, what qualifications do you have to explain, and what qualifications do you have?

You are a Buddha, not me.

Sun Wukong opened his eyes and found that Tang Seng and they had gone a long way.

Sun Wukong took out the golden hoop stick, put it in his hand, and walked forward without hurrying.

The place where he stepped on his feet was impartial, and it happened to be the place where Tang Seng's blood dripped down.

This monk turned out to be not wood, and this monk turned out to have a heart, Sun Wukong thought.

But when this monk was in the daughter country, he behaved so indifferently, as if he had no feelings for the king of the daughter country.

Just like he did with Zixia, Sun Wukong thought to himself.

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly wrinkled a little.

The daughter country will eventually be breached, and they will all be captured as prisoners, and these monks clearly know it.

But he didn't do anything, he just watched it happen, even the last time he rushed out to fight the army, he just rushed over and fell to his knees, kneeling for those he had killed.

How can such a person have feelings, and how can he pinch his hands so much that they bleed all over the ground.

Sun Wukong couldn't figure it out.

Tang Seng suddenly stumbled, stretched out his hand and lay on the ground, the sand and dust seeped into the wound in the palm of his hand, and he squeezed out a tear in pain.

Sun Wukong suddenly understood, he just knew, but he couldn't change it, so he would rather be a villain and would rather these things happen earlier.

Even if it happens, he goes crazy.

But it's better to happen earlier than to keep it suppressed and let him be tortured every day.

Because only if it happens, you don't have to worry about whether it has happened, because the answer has already appeared, so you don't have to worry about the problem.

At that point, the question loses its significance.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng's figure slowly getting up, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng both went up to help, but they were pushed away by Tang Seng.

He was stubborn, he slowly stood up alone, he could still stand up alone after all, and Sun Wukong also believed that he would not fall down easily in the future.

The white horse used to stand for Tang Seng to climb up, but this time it realized Tang Seng's inconvenience, so it squatted down to meet Tang Seng.

Tang Seng looked at the white horse and sighed deeply.

"Do you just don't believe me, you didn't believe the people I saw before, they said they were monsters, and then you didn't believe my words, you thought I was making things up, and now you don't even believe that I can walk on my own, what will you not believe me in the future?"

"We didn't mean that, monk, we've always believed in you. Zhu Bajie hurriedly said.

"Yes, master, I regard your words as a golden rule, how dare I not believe it. The sand monk also nodded repeatedly.

"If you really believe me, why do you come to support me, why do you bow down, why do you lie to me? Tang Seng suddenly squatted down and sat down.

They were already in the middle of the city, and Tang Seng's sudden action immediately attracted onlookers.

Everyone wondered how such a handsome monk suddenly squatted on the ground, with tears in his eyes.