Li Tong continued.

Although the monkey left, the westward journey still had to continue.

Sanzang didn't say much, just silently watched him leave, watching his back disappear into the sky with the colorful glow.

Despite all the thoughts in their hearts, the remaining three were on the road again.

But not long after, Sha Wujing also said goodbye to him, and left the group after the monkey, without explaining any reason for leaving, just patting the small bag on his waist that became bulging at some point.

His face seemed to be full of expectations.

Two people remained, one horse, and set off again.

Soon, Zhu Wuneng couldn't bear it anymore and resigned to him.

He said it for too long, and he wanted to go back to Gao Laozhuang to have a look.

Sanzang didn't stop him, and he didn't have a reason to stop it, but he was a little puzzled in his heart, because he had asked him why he didn't go back, but he still refused at the beginning, and he didn't know how he figured it out now.

In the end, he was the only one left in the scripture-learning team gathered from Tiannan and Haibei.

Even so, it seems that it can't dispel Sanzang's single-minded desire to learn scriptures.

Alone, he set off again.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle.

Spring goes, autumn comes, I don't know how many years have passed, and I don't know how far away it has been.

Sanzang never thought of giving up, but when he fell asleep reciting Buddhist scriptures at night, he dreamed that it was not the Buddha Pudu ordinary people, nor the grand Buddha's light shining on the world.

He saw one fragment after another in his dream, like a swift wind and thunder, which seemed familiar, but every time he recalled it, it was extremely vague.

In his vague memory, Sanzang seemed to see a huge corpse with blood floating in the eternal dark starry sky, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly.

He could only see the nine-toothed nail rake he was holding in his hand, and faintly heard the low-cut cry like a wail in the darkness of the starry sky.

He also seemed to see a behemoth spaceship explode in the Immortal Palace, emitting thick black smoke, and countless monsters without armor roared and fought with some golden gods.

Everything is as if it were real.

However, when he opened his eyes, everything was calm again.

As far as I could see, there were bloody corpses, broken warships, and a blue sky and green water, and an endless road ahead.

and the mundane toasts and laughter, singing and dancing in the human city.

However, at this moment, Sanzang suddenly got up and looked at the sky.

At the same time, something that had been sleeping in his heart for an unknown number of years suddenly sprouted, and a breath flowed out of him that was completely different from the previous Buddha nature.

In the haze, he didn't know what this thing was.

But the moment he appeared, he realized that it was a completely different kind of Buddha from the Buddha he had believed in for many years in the previous years, or it was the opposite of it.

Sanzang's eyes were in a trance, and there was a picture that had been hidden in the deepest part of his heart since he left the temple, and he didn't dare to recall it.

The smiling little girl beckoned to him under the tall banyan tree, and her mouth seemed to be calling out something.

Who is she and what is her name?

Sanzang doesn't think about it anymore, because it is a past that has been forcibly forgotten by his past self.

It is destined to be passed down only in the past, so that it will not be known by the gods and Buddhas.

In an instant, his eyes changed, as if he had changed people.

There was a cold light in his eyes that was extremely cold, so that he could bury everything, and he chuckled lightly:

"Do you really want to take all this seriously?"

"Where is there any singing and dancing, all of this is just a cover for the gods and Buddhas, how long do you have to deceive yourself?"

In an instant, the sky changed.

The green mountains and green waters are not there, and the city on earth is gone.

What appeared in front of him was a barren mountain range, a city in ruins, white bones stacked, and old crows whining.

Looking up at the sky:

The monster with the head of a pig floated under the stars, the blood spilled, and on the top of the mountains there was a girl crying and tears on the earth.

Under the guidance of Li Tong's supernatural powers, the guests in the Star Picking Building, and even the immortals who paid attention to storytelling in the Three Realms at this time, all of them looked at the change of face in front of them with amazement.

It is a bloody scene, but it exudes indescribable tragedy.

The visual impact is strong enough to make those ordinary people confused and even faint, and even those immortals are also quite stunned and difficult to hold themselves.

Zhu Bajie is under the starry sky, and he doesn't know life and death.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick seemed to have been beaten off of its golden skin, and the gray gold and iron were mixed with gold and red that did not look like the color of blood.

However, the most frightening and unacceptable thing is that the head of this Monkey King disappeared at some point, and only his body was still standing upright.

Despite this, the headless body still exuded that unyielding will, and even seemed to be more and more dignified in such an inevitable and tragic battle.

The sky was full of devastation, but there was no trace of half of the gods and Buddhas.

I can only see that from the broken palace, golden blood is falling to the earth from time to time, irrigating the earth.

"It turns out that their blood is really not red!"

It was only at this time that Sanzang realized that perhaps the existence of the self-proclaimed gods and Buddhas from the beginning to the present had never been human.

In his sight, Sha Wujing, who was covered with blood on his beard, slowly walked towards him with the remains of his two senior brothers on his back, and his body was no longer intact, but full of terrifying scars.

And at some point, the bag he used to wear around his waist as a treasure disappeared.

The thick air of death and the surging evil intent made these listeners' necks shrink, and a little chill suddenly felt in their hearts.

The tragic situation of the monkey's corpse shocked them even more, and it was difficult for them to accept this result for a while.

When Sha Wujing carried the corpse on his back and walked step by step from the distance of the picture, they all seemed to smell the stronger and stronger smell of blood and gunsmoke.

Seeing such a scene, countless listeners suddenly trembled and were full of puzzlement.

How did things get to this point?

What kind of war happened to get to such a tragic point?

Even the Monkey King has fallen to such a point, the corpse is divided into two, and the head still doesn't know where to go?

But in their hearts, they were extremely unwilling to think, how could the Great Sage die in battle?

This is too surprising, they can't accept that the Great Sage is the end like this! It's too cruel, too cold!

"Who is it, could it be that the saint of the foreign land made the move? Because of the trouble in the heavenly court, he personally cut off the head of the great sage? ”

"Impossible, this must be fake, Monkey King has not completed his ambition, how could he die so simply!"

"Alas, in the foreign world, how unfair the sky is!"

Many people are anxious because of this result, and they are extremely angry in the unacceptable.

The most unruly golden-winged Dapeng bird slapped the table, stood up angrily, and said angrily:

"How can it be!"

"If there were no powerful people intervening, how could the Great Sage die because of the subversion of the Heavenly Court? Thinking about it, the hypocritical immortals in that foreign land were all colluding with each other, and the great sage was only killed by this poison when he was weak! ”

The image of Sun Wukong has penetrated into the hearts of these listeners after the precipitation of time, whether it is the immortals present or the mortals, they regard him as the only hope of that world.

Now, that hope is shattered, and how can they accept it.

Di Xin also got up from the case, and the more and more magnificent martial arts will on his body was condensed, and the Xuanniao soared and spread its wings and sang high!

"It's just the blinding method of those gods and Buddhas, Sun Wukong was born with the unyielding anger of hundreds of millions of living beings in that world, it is the rebellion of all living beings against the false gods of the herding creatures on the high, and it is the last cry in despair!"

"Even the false god who mended the heavens at the beginning couldn't wear out his will, and could only try to banish him in the void so that he would never be born, how could he be beheaded?"

"No matter what, I don't believe that the Great Sage would die so easily, but if he really died, it would also mean that the world would never have light and would sink into darkness forever."

Bai Ze's face was low, and there seemed to be some melancholy and emotion in his voice:

"Sure enough, it's still the same!"

"After all, my demon clan still can't escape such a fate, and I can't avoid the first thing that is difficult to change, it turns out that it's the same no matter where we are, we are all the ones who are calculated from beginning to end, and we will never be free."

At this moment, he inevitably recalled the scene of the destruction of the demon clan in ancient times.

In that earth-shattering battle, he watched the two emperors of the demon clan fall like the boundless sun.

The scene of such a good day being extinguished alive in front of your eyes has become a nightmare in his life, and it is simply unforgettable.

And now, another nightmarish scene appeared before his eyes.

Obviously, there is finally another existence that makes his demon clan proud, but even the wordless shouts and ardent expectations of countless demon clan disciples cannot stop the fate that befell their demon clan powerhouse.

Once again, the Great Sage fell on the moat that was only one step away from success.

One step away, but the distance between life and death.

The demon master Kunpeng drank the tea in the inn, but pouted disdainfully, and secretly said that this monkey didn't count himself in his heart.

Before doing great things, we must be fully prepared and think of a way out.

Always say that if you don't go back, it's just a matter of deceiving others, and you really believe it yourself?

If he has his own unparalleled speed, even if he can't beat the gods and Buddhas who don't talk about martial arts and beat him, then he can run!

There, like now, it will end up being beheaded.

Recalling the glorious days when he relied on his own unparalleled speed to escape a way out of Pangu Zhen under the body of Pangu Zhen summoned by the twelve ancestors and witches, Kunpeng took another sip of tea, and it was inevitable that he felt a little proud in his heart.

And the Wuzhuang view far away in Wanshou Mountain.

When Zhen Yuanzi Daxian saw the scene in front of him, the light and shadow flickered in his mind, as if he recalled the original red cloud.

The two have different personalities, different strengths, and different backgrounds.

But in the same way, they all ended up in a dead end.

What's wrong with the red cloud?

But why is the person who harmed him safe and sound, happy and happy, but he is dead and his soul is in the dark.

There was only a remnant soul in front of him that could not be said to be good or bad, which made him Zhen Yuanzi extremely distressed.

And what's wrong with this Monkey King?

But why did the people he resisted safe and sound, and continued to graze the common people, devouring the flesh and blood of living beings, while he was beheaded, and I don't know if his head was taken for collection.

Hey, this way of heaven, how unfair!

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Somehow, Yuan Shi Tianzun, who seemed to be in a somewhat cheerful mood, shook his head and said coldly:

"There is no blood, but I don't know how to be flexible, you must know that no one rebels against the way of heaven, even if this day goes astray!"

"Those who try to believe against the sky are destined to have only one end, and they will not change forever!"

As he said this, his eyes had already moved away from the picture and fell on the figure in green shirts who was sitting on the high platform and was not happy or sad.

A meaningful chuckle seems to imply.

Biyu Palace.

The sect leader said with some pity:

"Sun Wukong, you are in a hurry, but you lack a helper who is like-minded with you!"

"If not, if you can have three or four friends to help you, how can you end up like this?"

"You see, even if I am a saint, I have the intention of touching this Heavenly Dao and changing the so-called general trend of the Heavenly Dao, and I did not make a rash move, but sought allies to start things together."

"You......"

Talking to himself like this, the sect leader's thoughts suddenly froze, and a little surprise floated in his heart.

But he was thinking, why did Li Tong tell the story of this monkey's failure against the sky, and whether there was any deep meaning in it?

Or is it an example to warn him not to be in a hurry, and to make all preparations before he has a thorough fight with his good senior brother?

The sect leader did not speak, and fell into silence for a moment.

In the Star Picking Building, the two who hid their identities were also stunned.

They never thought that the so-called gods and Buddhas in that world would be so simple and rude?

"This ...... It's stupid! ”

Zhun Ti couldn't bear to complain:

"Such a good cultivation seedling was killed like this? This is not a tyrannical thing, what is it, it is simply an angry person! ”

Then he forcibly suppressed the sourness and bitterness in his heart, and replied to him:

"Alas, a bunch of idiots!"

"You can't do it simply to whitewash the peace, what kind of gods and Buddhas do you have, if you change my Western teachings, where will there be so much chaos, and the world will have already built a Buddha country on the earth, a happy land."

These two Western saints are simply salivating over the population and resources of that world, and they hate those gods and Buddhas who sit on the treasure mountain without knowing it, and even wantonly slaughter living beings.

If they were replaced, it would not be enough to be careful, how could they make such cruel means?

It's like lard blinding my heart, and I can't see the path of cultivation clearly!

At this time, they just want to go to that dark world, spread the light of the Western Religion on the earth, and help those mundane beings who are miserable.

As for the Buddhism in that world, it's better to die early.

What is the use of such a misinterpretation of the existence of his Western teachings?