Five nights ago, in a church dormitory.

"When you ascend to the second level of the Mythic Sequence, you will meet the Mythical Will remaining in the sequence for the first time." "During this period, the will of mythology is at its weakest, and it won't attack you, so you can try to communicate with it. ”

"Exchange ......" Xia Mingwei's face was confused, and frankly said that he really thought that the feasibility was very small, after all, what kind of character is Sun Wukong - the representative of the rebellious spirit in Chinese mythology.

How difficult would it be to make it subservient to a human being, or to cooperate with it? Even if this kind of character is repeated in his spiritual world, it is not strange to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, after all, there is no Buddha and Bodhi Patriarch to control him now......

"Yes, communication." Rin Kiyotake flipped through Camus's "The Plague".

"Then what was the scene when you first met the mythical will of the Yaki Orochi?"

Qing Zhu Rin flipped the pages of the book, as if organizing the language, and said slowly after a while:

"My consciousness came to a dark place, where there was only a gray sand beach and the sea, and the Yaki Orochi stayed in that ocean. Eight of its heads quarreled at the sight of me, three of them saying they were going to eat me, and the other five were making a lot of noise, like five mentally ill people bouncing around, and they were entangled and biting each other until they were too strong to bite and fell into the sea, muttering, 'Let you go.'" ”

"Sounds ......" Xia Mingwei was stunned, "The Yaqi Snake doesn't seem to be very smart?" ”

"It's not very smart." Qingzhu Rin said lightly: "You better take care of yourself first, the Yaqi Snake is sleeping most of the time, so the probability of losing control is very low," she paused, "Black Wukong is different, after all, it is a monkey...... Energetic. ”

"Then ......" Xia Mingwei hesitated for two seconds, "what will happen if my consciousness is killed by the will of mythology?" ”

"The mythical will is not able to completely erase your will, at most it will crush you for a short time, and then take your place and manipulate your body. But as long as your will can be rekindled and driven back to the spiritual world, you will be able to regain control of your body. ”

"I see."

"It's going to be a tough process, so I'm afraid you're not going to make it through, because we're not facing a level of difficulty." "No matter what, the most important thing is that you can't be distorted or polluted by them, and being yourself is the most important thing." ”

Xia Mingwei was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "It's okay, I can handle it." ”

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In the violently turbulent fantasy theater, Xia Mingwei stared at the mythical will of Black Wukong, and the terrifying coercion was like thousands of dark pythons, gradually passing through the cell and climbing onto his skin, making his body tremble slightly, as if he was in an ice cave in the polar region.

Rin Kiyotake said: The will of myth will appear in the spiritual world of the sequence holder...... Her Yaqi Snake appeared in a sea of gray, and Black Goku's mythical will appeared in my fantasy theater, does this mean that the utopian sequence has made my spiritual world look like a theater?

And after the appearance of Black Wukong, the Fantasy Theater created a prison cell to control it for the first time...... It is equivalent to a defensive force of the visionary sequence for the bearer's spirit.

In this way, in the future, with the advancement of the Dreamer sequence, my fantasy theater will also be more solid, and the probability of Black Goku breaking free from the prison cell will become smaller and smaller?

Shamingway's thoughts flowed.

The faint light of the theater shone through the gap into the dark cell, Black Wukong was closing his eyes, his left hand resting on his bent knee, his right hand still tightly clutching the golden hoop stick, the dark shadow dancing on its body, and the outline of its fur expanding outward was quite aggressive.

"Don't worry...... Xia Mingwei comforted himself, "The mythical will that has just awakened is the weakest, if even the Black Wukong of this period can't resist it, then how will I get along with him in the future?" ”

The fantasy theater slowly returned to calm, no longer fierce and turbulent, and at the same time, Black Wukong suddenly woke up, it raised its eyelids, held the parietal bone, looked around and asked hoarsely:

"My grandson...... Where is this? ”

Although Xia Mingwei was mentally prepared, he was still stunned for two seconds when he heard Wukong speak, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"In my head."

Black Wukong's eyebrow bones suddenly curved down, and his red eyes looked directly at Xia Mingwei: "What is in your head...... It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, you dare to fool your grandson. ”

"I think you're going to be out of here for a while, so we can ......"

Bang!

Black Wukong suddenly burst from the ground, turned into a stream of shadows and pounced on the iron fence composed of thousands of iron chains, raised the golden hoop stick and smashed it down, and thousands of iron chains resonated violently, and a violent sound was heard.

Xia Mingwei frowned slightly, he couldn't see Black Wukong's movements at all, if it was in the case of Qing Zhu Rin, facing the unfettered mythical will, then his consciousness body would have been smashed into pulp.

"Let my grandson go out ——!" Black Goku bared his teeth and roared, holding the golden hoop stick in one hand and grasping the iron fence with the other palm.

"I can't do it." Shamingway replied briefly.

"Rulai Ancestor...... Black Wukong slowly bowed his head and glared at Xia Mingwei like a beast, "Is it the illusion evoked by the dog thing of Rulai Ancestor?" Don't think you can hide it from me...... I know it's your trick! I've slaughtered all those stinky gods and Buddhas in Heavenly Court, and now you're the only one left...... Only you can do this kind of thing! Its face twitched slightly, its gums were raised, its scarlet eyes reflected Xia Mingwei's appearance, and the unstoppable murderous aura rushed like a spring, Xia Mingwei's body seemed to be covered by a viscous swamp, and it was even a little difficult to breathe.

It killed all the gods and Buddhas? The story of Black Wukong is really different from Sun Wukong, Xia Mingwei thought to himself, it was because of different experiences that Black Wukong was born, not Sun Wukong.

"You've locked me up for five hundred years, five hundred years!" Black Wukong roared, "On that day, I was able to tear the six-character Daming spell, get out of the Five Elements Mountain, slaughter the land god and the five directions that have suppressed me for hundreds of years, and shatter the Five Elements Mountain with a stick and a stick, you are furious, but you don't know that I am already the Huaguo Mountain ape that was slaughtered by others!" ”

It clung to the chains that formed the fence, and the thousands of chains trembled, like the groans of a reviving beast.

Zheng ......

Zheng ......

Zheng ......

Xia Mingwei frowned, he didn't expect that he had just met with Black Wukong's mythical will, and the other party would regard him as the Buddha of Rulai, and the fantasy theater as the illusion that the ancestor of Rulai had fallen into.

In the next few minutes, Black Wukong waved the golden hoop stick and smashed the chain wildly, and even called out a clone to help him, but there was no tendency to break, but the whole theater trembled violently, Xia Mingwei's spirit seemed to be torn apart, and every time Black Wukong shook a stick, it was like being hit hard in the head for him.

In the end, seeing that the struggle was fruitless, Black Wukong tried to draw a pitch-black shadow from the pores on the surface of his body, and each stream gradually converged on the golden hoop stick, which swelled violently and turned into nearly several times the thickness of the original. It gritted its teeth and jerked its golden rod high, slamming it into the chain with an unstoppable aura.

But at this moment, the shadows that flowed throughout Black Wukong's body suddenly collapsed, including the part that gathered on the golden hoop stick.

Bang!

A stick smashed on the top of the 'iron fence', still so powerless, this blockade did not move at all, and Xia Mingwei in the rear endured the severe pain of his spirit, waiting for Black Wukong to come to his senses.

"...... you" Hei Wukong looked at his hands, then slowly raised his head and looked at the black coat of arms on the back of Xia Mingwei's hand in a daze, "You deprived me of my power?" Why is it on you...... Why?! ”

Xia Mingwei remained silent, he already knew how difficult it was to communicate, and if he said the wrong thing, it might anger it, so he simply stopped talking.

He now understands that it is almost impossible to communicate with such a hysterical figure, and it will further escalate the contradictions between them.

It's better to wait for Black Wukong to calm down before making plans.

After a long silence, Black Goku's face twitched, his expression seemed to be disgusted and sad, and he muttered, "It's back again...... I'm locked up again......" Knowing that it was powerless to struggle, it retreated into the inner cell, lowered its head, and sat down against the cold wall, still in the same posture, with its left hand on its bent knee, its right hand hanging to the ground, slowly loosening the golden hoop stick, and its eyes inadvertently revealing emotion, which was hundreds of years of loneliness and catharsless sadness.

Xia Mingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart If you continue to make trouble like this, my brain will really crack, at least I will have to be concussed.

"Listen to me, old dog......," Black Wukong said hoarsely, "I swore long ago that if all the gods in the heavens disobeyed me, then I would slaughter all the gods and Buddhas, including you...... If you come to the old dog, don't think you can lock me up again, don't think ......"

"I'm really not a Buddha, believe it or not." Xia Mingwei's face was expressionless.

Black Wukong smiled sadly and didn't reply.

"I have something to do next, but I feel like it's too boring for you to be here alone," Xia Mingwei picked up the remote control of the fantasy theater, which he discovered when he was researching the theater before, and it can be used to play movies, "So show you the movie, uh...... For example, the animated version of "Havoc in Heaven" is good. ”

The fantasy theater can show all the film and television dramas that Xia Mingwei has watched in his life, which is magical, and he doesn't need a TV to revisit any film in the future, just watch it directly in the theater in his head.

Normally, when Totoro-shaped is alone in the theater, he will tap the remote control with his paws until the "Doraemon" appears on the screen of the theater. This little black cat likes to watch "Doraemon" very much, and when Xia Mingwei is not there or does not need it, it will always lie on the seat, quietly watching the life of Nobita and the robot cat "Doraemon", as if envying their warm life.

In order not to make Black Wukong too stuffy, and thus too noisy, Xia Mingwei chose to hand over the remote control of the theater after careful consideration.

He glanced at Brother Monkey's expression, and after a while, he slowly stuffed the remote control through the gap between the iron nets and landed on the ground in the cell.

After doing this, Xia Mingwei sat down against the iron net, trying to see if he could see the big screen of the theater from the perspective of Black Wukong. The result is that it will be able to do so, albeit with rows of seats that will be obscured to the bottom of the small part, but at least it will be fine.

"Rulai Ancestor, what kind of bullshit are you playing?" Black Wukong asked, "What is the animated version of "Havoc in Heaven"? ”

"This thing can watch movies, even though you don't know what movies are." Xia Mingwei leaned on the iron net and said lightly: "You can try it, and you should integrate into modern life." He paused, "Well, in fact, "Doraemon" is also good, suitable for all ages, Totoro also likes to watch it, it's not good for monkeys to bully cats?" ”

Black Wukong frowned, and after a while, he suddenly raised the golden hoop stick and smashed it into the black and small remote control.

As a result, he couldn't smash the remote control, because it couldn't be broken. It's the screen in the theater that played "Doraemon", because My Neighbor Totoro happened to be watching it before, and the playback record was kept, so the first time it was played was this animation.

My neighbor totoro, who was too frightened to move on the seat and had hair standing on end, slowly raised his furry head, opened his round eyes, and stared at the picture on the screen.

After a while, My Neighbor Totoro straightened up, sat down in a chair, and quietly watched the big screen. The black fluff reflects the slight glow, and the tail sways gently, indicating that the cat's mental state is gradually soothing.

Black Goku raised his head and looked at the screen: Doraemon pulled out any door from the treasure bag and took Nobita to Jurassic World with him.

It frowned and asked slowly, "What tricks are you doing again, old dog?" ”

Xia Mingwei shrugged: "Use the golden hoop stick to knock on the remote control a few more times, you can change the channel, and if you don't like to watch cartoons, you can change to something else." He stood up, "I'm leaving, there are still things to be busy in reality, and I'll talk to you later, it's not as boring as the Marble Mountains, and I can stay and watch movies every day without doing anything, that's really my ideal life." After a pause, he added, "But I must slaughter my own enemy first." ”

Hei Wukong listened to it half-understood, his face was full of confusion, and only the word "enemy" could be understood.

It said in its heart: If the Buddha has enemies? No matter how hypocritical he is, he is a god and Buddha, and he actually said such a thing, which is simply unreasonable, and he is ashamed of the name of God and Buddha.

"Enemies?" Wukong asked.

"Flame Giant, Surtr." Xia Mingwei said, looking down at the Black Wukong coat of arms on the back of his hand, "To me, it's like the Buddha who crushed you under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years...... It's so powerful that it makes me hysterical, and it makes me incompetent and angry, so I can understand how you feel. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at the monster in the cell, "Sun Wukong, I need your strength to help me slaughter this bastard." ”