It's not the so-called movie version of Wukong, but the world of Wukong.

A dark, cold, emotionless world.

If it weren't for the task of the system, Xuanzang suspected that he might go to heaven like Sun Wukong.

It's just—

The world needs a hero, but that hero can't be itself.

Sentient beings need to be awakened by others, but the one who awakens consciousness cannot be themselves.

The scent of the earth in the purple woods and the fragrance of the flowers and trees are constantly converging, as if composing a tune of nature itself.

Xuanzang closed his eyes, and the whole person was immersed in nature.

Spring has arrived, and it's time to hand over again-

Ahem, spring flowers bloom, everything recovers, this is the breath of life.

Nature creates infinite changes, and only then does this colorful world come into being.

Somehow, Xuanzang felt that he had suddenly become sentimental, as if it was because of some kind of change after his arrival.

But Xuanzang does not reject this feeling.

Whenever I enter this state, a feeling called perfection constantly rises in my heart, and even if there is no direct strengthening of combat power, it is a real improvement in the 'heart'.

Open your eyes.

In front of him, a pair of huge eyes growing on purple-black tree trunks looked at him.

"Amitabha, good donor. ”

Xuanzang did not panic, but bent down and saluted.

In this world, Tang Sanzang's influence on himself is still quite great.

The biggest impact is probably that I have changed, and I no longer have the same as before, and I speak with my fists when I don't agree with each other.

Everything in the world is life.

Life has its own preciousness, and so do demons and monsters, how can they kill without saying a word.

"It's amazing, I saw a monster, I like things that are beyond common sense, life is really a wonderful thing, let me touch you, the elf of the earth. ”

Xuanzang stretched out his hand and touched the dryad, and the purple juice was slippery and slippery on the tree, which was very comfortable.

Although the strange tree is very ugly, Xuanzang is inexplicably happy, as if he has found a grain of gold in the many gravels, and the perspective of his heart allows Xuanzang to feel the extraordinaryness and purity of the other party.

The tree was very pleasantly caressed, and its tens of thousands of drooping branches could not help but shake comfortably.

"Heh, no one has touched me for tens of thousands of years, once upon a time...... Thousands of years ago, a group of monkeys played on me, and then they all disappeared. At that time, I didn't have eyes, I could only feel that there were many moving beings talking and singing around me, I couldn't see or move, but I was happy.

Now I've finally got eyes. But they did not know where they went, they did not know where they went. ”

"They're dead. Xuanzang naturally knew what the strange tree was talking about, and said with some regret.

"What is death?"

"To die is to not see, to touch, or to feel. ”

"Then I don't want to die, it took me tens of thousands of years to grow a pair of eyes, I want you to put a pair of your arms, I want to be able to touch them. ”

The strange tree suddenly screamed, and the mouth of an unknown person on the branch opened and closed as if it were talking.

A huge figure appeared behind him, it was an ugly monster, it was a very frightening scene, but in Xuanzang's eyes, everything changed, or at this moment in Xuanzang's heart, everything between heaven and earth changed.

The terrifying dryad in front of him has turned into a kind and amiable grandmother.

And the ugly monster behind him seems to have turned into a beautiful and boundless fairy at this moment.

In contrast, above the cloudless sky, there seemed to be black chains hooked in the air, oppressing the whole world out of breath.

This certainly can't be an illusion.

Although he doesn't know how to use spells, not all spells can take effect on him.

"Amitabha, do you want to eat poor monks?"

Xuanzang opened his mouth, and his voice was neither sad nor joyful.

"What do you say?"

The ugly monster behind him sneered.

"Do you know who the poor monk is?"

Xuanzang opened his mouth, making the two monsters stunned, a little incomprehensible.

"Aren't you just a monk who can only wait for death and shout for help when you encounter a monster?" said the monster behind him.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not in a hurry to eat Tang Sanzang, but wanted to see what this mortal who saw him but did not run away had something to say.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's nickname Chen Xuanzang, the law name is three burials, buried in the sky, buried in the ground, and buried in the common people. ”

"Boom~"

In the sky, thunder and lightning flew, as if they were angry because of Xuanzang's words, and as if they were about to rain down thunder and turn Chen Xuanzang into ashes.

The terrifying aura spread from Chen Xuanzang's center to the surroundings, and all beings trembled at this moment.

Xuanzang looked at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The poor monk has something that needs the help of the two monster donors, and he also asks Lao Fu to go with the poor monk. ”

Xuanzang opened his mouth with no doubt.

......

Xuanzang was originally located.

The three monsters are no longer arguing.

Instead, they all looked at the sky with lightning and thunder.

Sun Wukong's eyes carried a trace of fear, hidden in the deepest depths, as if there was a hidden ferocity.

Zhu Bajie was with bursts of ridicule and helplessness.

Only Sha Wujing looked at the sky with a hint of longing in his eyes.

"It's almost time for the monkeys. ”

Zhu Bajie spoke.

"The dead pig's head doesn't need you to remind me, I can remember. ”

"Who do you say is a pig!" Zhu Bajie was furious and was about to go up and grab Sun Wukong's neck, but he was immediately kicked away by Sun Wukong.

"The monk hasn't called for help yet, he should be fine. ”

Sun Wukong said with some uncertainty.

The aura of his three monsters is too strong, and if he doesn't let the bald man go out alone, ordinary monsters won't dare to approach at all.

If ordinary monsters don't dare to approach, how can they kill a few more monsters to atone for their sins.

"Hehe, the monk has been swallowed by a passing monster. ”

Sha Wujing sat on the side and sneered.

"No matter, I'm going to get that bald man back. Sun Wukong spoke.

Although he wants to rely on Tang Seng to attract more monsters, then atone for his sins, and finally lift the curse on himself.

But—

The first task is to protect Tang Seng's life.

If the bald man is gone, and he can't get to Lingshan, that's the real sin.

"Knock~"

"Knock~"

When Sun Wukong was about to go to Tang Seng, footsteps came, making Sun Wukong subconsciously stop his steps.

The three monsters, even the white dragon horse grazing on the side, all looked in unison into the depths of the woods.

There, a clean monk stood there, grinning at the sight of the crowd.

Immediately, the eyes of the three of them looked at Xuanzang's back in unison.

There was a large purple-black monster tree and an ugly monster.

"Wukong, the poor monk has come back from looking for food. ”

For some reason, Sun Wukong felt a panic in his heart.