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The hero will be recorded on the stele outside the stone wall, but as the years have passed, the notches on the stele have been smoothed by the years, and they are as smooth as ever.

A wandering poet passed by, and felt that the monument was very novel, so he bent down and picked up a stone and engraved his name on it.

The story that belonged to the original hero is gone, and for this monument, it now belongs to the wandering poet, and then the wandering poet is gone, and after the same time, another person comes.

The stele has belonged to many people, but has it belonged to him for a moment?

Sun Wukong just listened quietly and didn't understand what Tang Seng was saying.

"How do you feel?" Tang Seng asked Sun Wukong.

"I feel a little depressed. Sun Wukong said bluntly.

"Of course it's depressing, the world is too small for you. Tang Seng shook his head and said.

"If you were me, what would you do?" Sun Wukong stared at Tang Seng.

"I'm not you, and I'm not going to give you any advice, all decisions have to be made by yourself, thought for yourself, and understood for yourself. Tang Seng glanced at Sun Wukong and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Then you're even more desperate. ”

Sun Wukong felt as if his heart was suddenly choked by something, and there was a sense of oppression to say it, but when he looked back, he didn't even have any heart, he didn't even have himself.

Sun Wukong also stood up from the ground, and then he was surprised to find that the plant and the snake under him were gone, and the bite marks below were all restored, as if everything just now did not happen, just a dream he had.

Sun Wukong checked himself and found that his body was still dark, he sighed, it turned out that it had happened, but how could his memory be so vague.

If one day he can't wake up from this suppressed emotion, what will he do, and will anyone stop him?

Maybe Tang Seng is right, this world is too small for him, although he is just a monkey who occupies an area that is not as good as a big tree.

But the world is still too small for him.

But what place is big, what place can not reject him like this heaven and earth?

Sun Wukong didn't know, he only knew that no matter how many hundred and eight thousand miles he turned, he couldn't find such a place, because the world was too big.

Everyone can have infinite conjectures about this world on the basis of this world, and the despair is that they don't know if their conjectures are correct.

They don't even know if they're doing the right thing.

They try to pray for happiness, but if the creators of the rule had the idea of not allowing anyone to be happy, would they despair?

Maybe only those who think of this problem will despair, but to the grassroots at large, that person is just an outlier.

Burn or get lucky.

And then there are other voices, there will be no more, and there can't be.

If you make such a noise, you will be put to death.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng, and suddenly felt that Tang Seng might have a charm that he couldn't match.

This is also why he will be a master, and he can only be an apprentice.

But Sun Wukong actually doesn't like this very much.

He likes anyone, everything is equal, although he doesn't know if the equality he is seeking is right, but even if it is wrong, he is not allowed to pursue something.

Where is the meaning of the existence of this world, and where is the meaning of his existence.

Sun Wukong suddenly felt ridiculous, not only this world, but also himself.

"Monkey, I've found something to eat. Zhu Bajie shouted at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong turned around and saw Zhu Bajie holding a large pile of fruit in his arms.

"Pig, have you ever wondered what you are?" asked Sun Wukong.

"Pigs, what else could it be. Zhu Bajie scattered the fruit on the ground, reached out and grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Except for pigs?"

"Humans, gods, or monsters, I don't know, maybe there are others. Zhu Bajie shook his head.

"What's that?" asked Sun Wukong.

"What's that, what's that. Zhu Bajie scratched his head, his expression was a little puzzled, "How do I know what it is, I just know that I don't know what it is." ”

Sun Wukong nodded, what Zhu Bajie said may not be understood by others, but he understood.

It's not anything that is, just as it's nothing and isn't.

"Actually, don't think about what is and isn't, as long as you're alive, it's already good. Zhu Bajie said.

"It's good to be able to think about what you are, but if one day you can't even think about what you are, that's the end of everything. ”

"I'm still looking forward to that day. Sun Wukong sighed and said.

"No, what trouble can you have if you're so powerful?" Zhu Bajie showed a crying expression.

"I'm not really good at all, the reason why I'm so good is that someone wants me to be so powerful, if there really is a day, if I can meet that person, maybe I can get the answer. Sun Wukong looked up at the sky, and his twinkling eyes didn't know what he was thinking.

"If you can see him, it should be when he wants you to see him, and then you probably don't want to know who he is. Zhu Bajie said.

"No, haven't you heard the monk say, this world is too small for me. Sun Wukong laughed.

"Sometimes I really want to pick up the golden rod to puncture the heavens and the earth, so that the whole world can see the scene of the end of the world, and let the whole world see what is out there and where we are. Sun Wukong jumped up, and the golden hoop rod suddenly lengthened and swung towards the sky.

There was a loud bang, and the earth shook, and a crack appeared under the weight of the golden hoop rod, stretching back and forth, and finally slowly shaping into a canyon.

"I feel like someone will come here in the future to explore the cause of this canyon. Sun Wukong said to Zhu Bajie with a smile.

"Why are you so sure?" Zhu Bajie was puzzled.

"Don't you understand, the problems that we don't understand will make us bothered, and then we will think harder, even if we want to break the scalp, we have to think about the cause of the problem. ”

"If we don't think about it, this thing will stick in our hearts like a fish bone, tormenting us all day long. Sun Wukong looked at the sky helplessly.

"And what are we?"