In his sleep, Sun Wukong felt a drop ............of water drop on his face.

"Dripping ............" is another drop.

Although the water is cold, it is so comfortable to drip on the face.

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a purple bamboo forest.

On his head, the water in Guanyin Bodhisattva's jade bottle was dripping on his face, drop by drop.

"Wukong, are you awake?" Guanyin Bodhisattva took the jade bottle and asked Sun Wukong.

"Bodhisattva, what's going on, why is Lao Sun here?" Sun Wukong stood up.

"Wukong, I know everything. Guanyin Bodhisattva said.

"Bodhisattva, what happened, why didn't Lao Sun have any impression at all?" asked Sun Wukong blankly.

"Wukong, you were bewitched by the Demon Luo and had a vision in your heart, and you actually wanted to kill your master, but fortunately he recited the mantra at the critical moment, and you fainted in pain. After I knew about this, I used the pure water in the jade bottle to help you wash away the demons, and now you are fine. Guanyin Bodhisattva said.

After listening to Guanyin Bodhisattva's narration, Sun Wukong remembered the cause and effect of the incident.

"Wukong, go to your master. Guanyin waved his hand.

Sun Wukong rubbed his aching head and walked out, but as he walked, he seemed to suddenly remember something, only to see him turn around and ask, "Bodhisattva, have you heard of illusions?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it." ”

Sun Wukong listened to Guanyin Bodhisattva's words, went back to find Tang Seng, after Guanyin Bodhisattva's persuasion, their master and apprentice also reconciled, and continued to go to the West Tianda Lei Yin Temple.

After the last incident, Sun Wukong never killed a mortal again, and Tang Seng never recited the mantra again.

Time flies, time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, Sun Wukong has been subduing demons and eliminating demons all the way to protect Tang Seng. Eventually, they came to the West Heaven Great Lei Yin Temple.

Learning from the West is like a dream!

After the merit was consummated, the four masters and apprentices parted ways.

Sun Wukong returned to Huaguo Mountain.

After a few years, Huaguoshan is still the way it is in memory.

Sun Wukong pushed open the stone door and walked into the water curtain cave.

Fourteen years have passed, and nothing has changed here except for the dust.

For a mortal, I am afraid that it will take three days and three nights to clean this place before it can be inhabited.

But Sun Wukong is not a mortal, he just blows lightly, and the dust here is swept away.

He lay gently on the stone bed and fell asleep.

He had a special dream:

In the dream, it was 500 years later.

One day, the demon returned, and Sun Wukong and Yang Jian made a big fuss in the underworld and got rid of the demon.

Another day, Chiyou reborn, and Sun Wukong and Nezha got rid of Chiyou.

One day, the phantom demon is in charge of the heavenly court, Yang Jian died unjustly, Sun Wukong and Nezha duel with the phantom demon, and this time, it was Sun Wukong who died!

This dream Sun Wukong will do every day, and everything in the dream is so real and familiar.

This dream troubled Sun Wukong for a long time, and finally, he flew to Lingshan and met Rulai.

"Buddha, the disciple doesn't understand why the disciple has the same dream every day. Sun Wukong asked Rulaidao.

"Wukong, dreams are born from the heart, and if you think about it, you will have a dream. Rulai replied.

"Then how can I get rid of it?" asked Sun Wukong again.

"Wukong, you come with me. Rulai slowly got up, Sun Wukong followed behind him, and the two came to a lake.

The endless lake, with its vast blue waves, is like a huge sapphire set in the earth, and the surface of the lake sparkles in the sun, and the cool water beats the waves, and the fish play happily in the water.

"Wukong, do you see this lake?" asked Rulai.

"See. Sun Wukong said.

"Do you think the lake is clear?" asked Rulai.

"The water of the lake is of course clear. Sun Wukong replied.

"No, you're wrong, the lake is not clear, because everything in the world is polluted by mortal dust, and only by getting rid of mortal dust can the essence of all things become clear, do you understand?" asked Rulai.

Sun Wukong nodded as if he didn't understand.

After going back, Sun Wukong carefully read the words of Rulai, he wanted to understand the Zen machine in Rulai's words, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't understand.

After a long time, Sun Wukong even has an illusion that the dream is the real world, and what he is experiencing now is a dream!

One day, Sun Wukong and Nezha mentioned this matter, but they didn't expect the latter to laugh "poof": "My fight to defeat the Buddha, are you afraid that you will go mad, can you say this kind of crazy talk?"

It can be seen that Nezha does not believe his words.

He told Yang Jian about this again, but the latter had the same reaction as Nezha.

Sun Wukong also fell into self-doubt, although this dream is very real, but after all, it is a dream, what can a dream mean?

Time flies like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, another five hundred years have passed.

Five hundred years later, the demon was reborn, Chiyou was reborn, and the scenes in the dream were presented one by one in reality.

The strange thing is that after the resurrection of the demon, Sun Wukong never had the dream that had plagued him for hundreds of years.

That dream disappeared without a trace, catching Sun Wukong off guard.

But everything in reality is exactly the same as in the dream, exactly the same, not the slightest difference.

The day of the duel between Sun Wukong and the phantom demon also came unconsciously.

The illusion in front of him, everything in front of him, was so familiar, so real, as if all this was not his dream, but he had experienced it himself.

The illusion demon walked into the illusion, and Sun Wukong also followed him in a ghostly way.

In the fantasy world, there is a familiar lotus pavilion and a familiar lotus pond!

Sun Wukong broke the illusion and came to a forest.

The faint red light, the galloping white dragon horse, the sleeping Tang Seng, the exact same self, and the blue-faced ghost and Su Daji who came back from the dead............

Sun Wukong only felt a dizziness in his brain, and then fainted.

This time, he slept for a long time.

When he woke up again, he saw a pig's head in front of him.

Sun Wukong was startled and quickly pushed away the pig's head.

Hearing only the sound of "oops", Zhu Bajie got up from the ground, and he said angrily: "You monkey, what are you crazy about?"

It's exactly the same, the reality and the dream are exactly the same!

"Eight precepts?" Sun Wukong blurted out.

Actually, he didn't want to say these two words, but for some reason, he just said them.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" beside Sun Wukong, Sha Seng sat up.

"Senior Brother Sha?" After saying this, Sun Wukong covered his mouth.

Obviously, these three words are not what he wants to say.

"Goku. Tang Seng also sat up.

"Master?"

Now, it's as if a pair of invisible hands are cracking Sun Wukong's mouth, pulling his tongue, and pinching his throat to force him to say these words............