A person, in this world, no one can compete with him, and the loneliness and emptiness of being alone on the top of the mountain can also make people collapse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sun Wukong is like this now, but he still has a goal, a goal that he has been eyeing since the beginning of his westward journey.

Although Rulai can't kill him, he can't beat Rulai either, this is the only person who can give him the idea of continuing to fight for so many years.

He is different from a monk, he doesn't want the world to live, and he doesn't want the people to dawn, he thinks about himself, and he thinks about the people who stand in front of him.

So Tang Seng will always be in front of him.

Sun Wukong sometimes doesn't want to be reasonable, just kill whoever is unhappy, but Tang Seng still wants to force him to be reasonable, not only to force him to be reasonable, but also like to press his head to force him to admit his mistakes.

Even if sometimes it's not him who is wrong.

Sun Wukong endured these at first, but then he woke up, he didn't have to endure these at all, he didn't have to endure Tang Seng's chatter at all, he didn't have to endure Tang Seng's reasoning at all, he just had to escort Tang Seng to the West Heaven, as long as he believed that Tang Seng could defeat Rulai, it would be fine.

Then Sun Wukong did the same, as long as he was a little more serious, those monsters couldn't get into his eyes at all.

With a casual wave of the golden hoop stick, countless monsters disappeared, slumped to the ground, and could no longer make a single wave.

This is death, Sun Wukong thought to himself, this is the death he brought to them.

And then they will be born again, what they will become, what they will change, and they will no longer do their business.

He helped them renew their lives.

Just like the monsters of this little Leiyin Temple.

They were ambitious, thinking that they were strong enough to set up Tang Seng and roast and eat, but under Sun Wukong's understatement, they were all annihilated, and there was not even a single hair left.

Tang Seng looked at all this in a daze.

"Can such a calamity still be considered a calamity?" he said.

"Of course, your life is in danger, and then I saved you, isn't this a catastrophe? Sun Wukong carried the golden hoop stick on his body, looked at Tang Seng and said.

"But this is obviously not a catastrophe anymore, it is too easy, too easy. Tang Seng said.

"Since they sent me to escort you to the West Heaven, they will definitely be able to guess this result, and since they can guess this result, it means that they can accept it, so what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know. Tang Seng shook his head, "Am I afraid?"

"Of course you're afraid," Sun Wukong said, "you're not only afraid, but you're terribly afraid." ”

"Do you know what I'm afraid of?" Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong.

"You're afraid of the end, you're afraid of the truth, you're afraid that everything isn't what you think, and you're even afraid that you're not that qualified person at all. Sun Wukong said.

Tang Seng did not speak.

"I originally thought you were going to argue with him and refute him, but along the way, I saw that you were getting more and more cringe, more and more confused, you doubted yourself, you shouldn't doubt yourself. ”

"Do you know who we are facing in the end?" Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong.

"It's just like that. ”

"It's just like that. Tang Seng suddenly laughed, laughing maniacally.

"If it comes, it is only a form of expression, and what we have to face in the end is the truth. Tang Seng said.

"Is the truth in the West Heaven?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng.

"The truth is all around us, but we can't see it, we can't touch it, and we can't feel it. Tang Seng said, "But we will always find it, always." ”

"Why are you so sure you'll find it?" Sun Wukong was puzzled.

"If I don't even believe that, then why should I continue westward. Tang Seng sighed, his eyes full of confusion.

"Speaking of which, in fact, we have been talking nonsense all the time, and there is no story to speak of. ”

"Who says there is no story, you stand is a story, walking is a story, and speaking a word is a story. Tang Seng said.

"It's just that those who are used to reading a story that makes them feel comfortable feel that the story is too boring, and too silly. ”

"All the stories in the world are stupid, they think they can record things in words, but if you look a little farther, you know that everything is in vain. ”

Or, nothing is stupid, and since they were created, it shows that they were created for purpose. Tang Seng said.

"It's like the purpose of your existence is to disagree with me. Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Seng, raised his hand and waved lightly, and the huge little Leiyin Temple collapsed.

In the dust, Tang Seng was even more confused.

He suddenly found that there were some things that he could not think about, and those things were like a formula that could not be solved at all, and as long as he fell into it, he could never pull it out, so he could only wander and pac in the endless darkness until he met another person in this darkness.

That person is Monkey King.

Zhu Bajie also couldn't understand why Tang Seng was always so harsh on Sun Wukong, and always blamed Sun Wukong for all the problems, but he thought that since Tang Seng had done something, it must not be without reason, as for what the reason was, he didn't ask, because he knew that even if he asked, Tang Seng would not tell him.

But how many reasons do you need to dislike a person, looking at each other unpleasantly, coupled with the provocation of one look, can lead to a vicious fight, and even more fear of life and death, destruction and creation collide together.

These two people are together, and it is already excellent that there is no Big Bang, where can you expect them to coexist peacefully, it is probably really in the Arabian Nights.

But what makes them life and death, the existence of opposites, I guess only the founder of that rule can explain.

Therefore, what Sun Wukong felt was not the cold of the high places, but the feeling that although there were few opponents in this world, his life was still easy to capture for some things, and even effortlessly.

This feeling is as if the sand monk has just met Sun Wukong.

Sha Seng didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Sun Wukong, a little monkey, could actually wipe out all their 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and he didn't believe that his hard work and finally ascension couldn't withstand this monkey's half a move.

It is a despair that is denied from beginning to end.

Few people have ever been so desperate because they never succeeded.

There are also very few people who can move on after despair, because they are all defeated by that despair and can never stand up again.