"Master, no way, I have only one master so far, and that is Grandpa Huang...... You, what the hell are you...... Why do you look the same as me?"

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"Wukong, it seems that you still haven't remembered, you have forgotten too many things......"

The bald head stood up, and the golden light on his body began to soften, turning into a white light, and the golden light faded, making the bald head look more kind.

I don't know why, when I heard the sound of Wukong once, Xiao Lingyu's eyes were turning tears, crystal tears were circling in his eyes, and there seemed to be something in his heart that wanted to break out of the dusty door.

"Remember, you are, Monkey King, Sun Wukong!"

The bald head stretched out a finger, and there was a bright white light at the finger of the finger, Xiao Lingyu looked at it in a daze, and the glowing finger pointed at his eyebrows.

A soft white light instantly burst into Xiao Lingyu's brows, "Ah!" A miserable scream, Xiao Lingyu only felt a headache, and something burst out of his mind.

Those pictures poured out like a flood, frantically pouring out, oppressing his spiritual platform, as if it was about to burst his whole body.

......

In the white light, Xiao Lingyu's consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt like he was in a cloud, and all around him were soft.

A gray color floated in front of Xiao Lingyu, the picture gradually enlarged, the black and white color also lit up, and the dusty memory fragment was displayed in front of him.

Green mountains and flowing water, groups of fruit trees, and a waterfall flowing down from the mountain stream, making a loud sound of "bang-la-la", here is the ...... Huaguo Mountain?

Xiao Lingyu recognized it at a glance, this is Huaguo Mountain, which is exactly the same as Huaguo Mountain, but it feels a little different, what is the difference?

By the way, monkeys, there is a group of monkeys standing in front of this waterfall, and one of them is particularly conspicuous, his body is strong, his hair is shiny, and most importantly, his eyes reveal a smart aura that other monkeys do not have.

"Whoever can jump into that waterfall will be king!" the monkeys cried.

"Let me come!" the nimble little monkey stepped forward, took the lead, jumped towards the waterfall, and disappeared into the waterfall in an instant.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingyu's head hurt even more, that monkey, why did that monkey do this, why did it feel so familiar.

"I can't remember! I can't remember!"

Xiao Lingyu roared wildly, the picture in front of him became fragmented, as if he was shattered by his roar, and with his roar, in his mind, the violent ape was also holding his head and roaring.

......

The picture changed again, and when Xiao Lingyu opened his eyes again, he found himself kneeling on a ball of fans, looking down at himself, his body was covered with hair.

I don't know why, Xiao Lingyu's first thought was that he had become the monkey just now, or was he once a monkey?

"From now on, you will be called, Monkey King ......"

Raising his head, there was a long-bearded old man with a smile on his face, he looked at himself with a smile, and a warm big hand covered the top of Xiao Lingyu's head, that feeling was much like Grandpa Huang.

"No! No! I'm not Sun Wukong, I'm not! I'm Xiao Lingyu!"

Sweeping away the hand above his head, Xiao Lingyu held his head and roared wildly, two thoughts were clashing in his mind, tearing at his past.

......

In Xiao Lingyu's pain, he saw more pictures.

One day he stood on top of a mountain, followed by ten thousand demons at his feet, and he held a golden rod to the sky above his head.

"Today, my grandson is going to step on the Heavenly Palace and shatter the sky!"

......

On that day, he was scarred, and there were tens of millions of soldiers in front of him, but no one dared to step forward and was suppressed by his momentum alone.

"Whoever stands in the way of my old grandson, die!"

Between the swings of the golden hoop stick, the wind surges, and the sky and the earth change color.

......

He was already very tired, his body was like an empty bottle, and he was only supported by a force of will, and the four fangs were reversed, and no one dared to step forward again.

Suddenly, there was a golden light in front of him, and there was a lot of unwillingness in his heart, and he was suppressed by this sudden golden light.

"If you come to Lao'er, you sneak attack my grandson! You sneak attack!"

Heart-rending roar, useless, exhausted, he was still suppressed.

Xiao Lingyu's head began to stop hurting, his hands holding his heads slowly drooped, and the door in his heart seemed to open a gap, revealing light.

Following the picture in his mind, Xiao Lingyu's four canine teeth turned out, and his face was distorted like a demon.

......

"Sun Wukong, if you don't go west, everything around you will come to naught, Huaguo Mountain, Water Curtain Cave, your monkey monkey grandson, your senior brother, your sworn ......"

"That's enough!

At the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain, he lowered his noble head, his fists trembled, his body trembled, and his heart trembled with anger......

He is not alone, he has concerns, he can't be the lawless Monkey King.

Unwilling, still unwilling, that kind of unwillingness from the bottom of my heart, why can't I have a stronger body to protect them.

......

The sun was shining that day, and for him, it was the best day in five hundred years, and he Sun Wukong saw the light of day again.

In front of him was a pure little monk, his name was Tang Sanzang, and when he saw Sun Wukong regain his freedom, he smiled so cheerfully, it was a smile from the heart, just because he saved a suffering person.

He held the golden hoop stick tightly in his hand, struggling inwardly, whether to kill the little monk in front of him with a stick.

"Wukong, why don't you even have clothes, you just have a tiger skin here for the teacher, so I'll make you a dress, but I've been putting it for a long time for the teacher, and I'm reluctant to use it......"

The little monk turned around and smiled at him, shaking a tiger skin in his hand, and gesturing at him.

His fingers holding the golden rod slowly relaxed, and he couldn't hold it any longer, "Why did this little monk do this to me?

Perhaps, this little monk is different from the group of wicked people in the Buddhist sect, right?

......

The picture behind is even more flocking, collecting the little white dragon, lowering the pig Bajie, and lowering the sand and Wujing......

Everything he and the little monk on the way west went through in Xiao Lingyu's mind, making him remember the bits and pieces of the past.

Until, that day, he fought the six-eared macaque, and his memories began to blur, as if something was preventing him from remembering everything that would come from the future.

Or is it to protect him from the suspicions of that day...... The door in my heart that was about to be completely opened came to an abrupt end.

With a "boom", it closed again, and a strong chain was put on......