A long, long time ago, there was no Guanghan Palace in the Moon Realm, there was no Gui Forest, and this was just a world wrapped in ice.

A long time ago, a woman came to the Moon Realm, and when she came, her expression was complicated, and she couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness. Guanghan Palace rose from the ground at that time, and everything seemed to come into being.

Later, the first laurel tree grew in front of the Guanghan Palace, followed by the second, and finally grew into a laurel forest. I don't know when there was a tree cutter in the forest, with no name and no surname, I don't know where he came from and why he is here.

He has two axes, one on his back, one in his hand, and he cuts down one laurel tree after another in front of the Guanghan Palace, but if he cuts down one, another one will grow in other places, and he will never finish cutting it, but he still cuts down the laurel tree in front of the Guanghan Palace day and night, day after day, year after year.

The woman in the Guanghan Palace gave him a name, Wu Gang - no desire is rigid.

The woman said that he was a man without desires, and that it was good to be without desires.

Wu Gang did not allow anyone to enter the Guanghan Palace, and no one knew the reason, as if it was fate.

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"You can't beat me. Wu Gang said lightly, his voice was not mixed with a trace of emotion, but just telling a fact.

"Do the immortals like to let the other party surrender without fighting, and it seems that they are very powerful, and others are very brainless?"

Wu Gang was in a trance.

"What is a fairy, I'm just a tree cutter. He raised the axe in his hand and swung it lightly at the nearby laurel tree, which fell with a bang.

"The gods are my enemies. Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick pointed at Wu Gang.

Wu Gang swung an axe at Sun Wukong, the same as the previous action of cutting down the tree, a plain axe, as if in his eyes, Sun Wukong was not a person, just a laurel tree that he was about to cut off.

Sun Wukong felt a monstrous sharp aura coming towards him, and that sharp aura seemed to be able to cut everything.

Sun Wukong's face was solemn, this person was very strong, it was a pure strength, unlike Li Jing's Seven Treasures Linglong Pagoda, it only had two very ordinary axes. The golden hoop stick became longer, Sun Wukong quickly retreated, the golden hoop stick and the axe smashed together, and a force of shock was transmitted to the monkey's arm, and Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and held on.

Wu Gang swung a second axe. Sun Wukong hurriedly resisted, and the golden hoop stick seemed to be pressed by the power of Wan Jun, and he was directly blown out by this force and fell down on a laurel tree.

Sun Wukong stood up, surprised to find that the laurel tree behind him was not damaged at all, he recalled the scene when Wu had just cut down the tree, and the golden hoop stick smashed down on the trunk, leaving only a shallow trace on the trunk.

Wu Gang in the distance sighed softly, "I can't feel the breath of the Tao in you." ”

"I am a monkey in the form of a mending heaven and earth, and I am not subject to the three calamities and twelve calamities of this heaven and earth, so I can directly cultivate my skills without cultivating the Dao, and I will become a Dharma on the ground. ”

"God bless you?" Wu Gang raised his head and looked at the starry sky, revealing a stupid expression, laughing out loud. There was a biting chill in the laughter.

"Heaven is constant, who has more than enough to make up for what is lacking. Sun Wukong suddenly remembered what Bodhi had said to him back then.

"The way of heaven is constant, and the loss is more than enough to make up for the deficiency?" Wu Gang read it twice, and before he knew it, he had put away his smile, and tears appeared in his eyes, crossing his cheeks.

Sun Wukong seized the opportunity and took advantage of Wu Gang's distraction for a moment, and the golden hoop stick smashed on Wu Gang's shoulder.

The ground formed by the condensation of the ice under Wu Gang's feet cracked into thin cracks, and Wu Gang directly threw the axe in his left hand at Sun Wukong, grabbed the golden hoop stick with his left hand, and wanted to throw Sun Wukong at the other end away.

Sun Wukong wanted to wrestle with Wu Gang, but the flying axe was already approaching, and he silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and the golden hoop stick became bigger.

Wu Gang was overlooked for a while, the golden hoop stick took off, Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop stick horizontally, collided with the axe in the air, only to hear a loud noise, and the golden hoop stick flew out with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong roared angrily in the air, and a giant ape phantom appeared behind him, grabbed the golden hoop stick that was more than wide, and smashed it into the undiminished axe, and the roar sounded, and the entire moon realm set off a tidal wave of qi.

The giant ape staggered back a few steps, its still solid body becoming a little blurred. Wu Gang's axe flew far away and was deeply embedded in a laurel tree.

"All you have left is an axe now. Sun Wukong wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Wu Gang shook his head, and the cyan turban on his forehead moved with the wind.

"All the axes I conjured up, and I have countless of them. ”

"But if you don't die under my two axes, I won't kill you, and there is still one. ”

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, but his eyes lit up with monstrous anger.

"I, Sun Wukong, don't need the life of others' handouts, I can die, but if I live, I will never wag my tail and beg for mercy from any god. ”

Monkey King grew sharp teeth in his mouth, his eyes were scarlet, his muscles began to expand, and his body quickly became larger, coinciding with the phantom of the giant ape behind him, the second realm of the law phase heaven and earth - a conjunction.

Normally, Buddhist monks take 300 years to refine the first realm, 500 years to practice the second realm, and 1,000 years to practice the third realm.

However, Sun Wukong directly broke through to the second realm in the process of fighting Li Jing, and the spirit beads were taken aback. Of course, only to the extent of surprise.

Buddhism has never lacked geniuses.

Wu Gang looked at the giant ape roaring in front of him and said, "No matter what, my promise will not change. ”

After Wu Gang finished speaking, he jumped up directly, raised above the head of the giant ape, held the axe with both hands, and slashed downward, it seemed that the next moment, the giant ape would be divided into two halves under the axe. The giant ape roared, the golden hoop stick smashed towards Wu Gang, the lightning and thunder where the axe and the stick met, and bursts of tidal qi waves surged in the moon realm, and there was an increasingly violent trend.

The two were evenly matched at the moment, and the giant ape was shaken back by Wu Gang's axe, and Wu Gang also smashed several laurel trees under the attack of the giant ape.

Sun Wukong knew that he was not Wu Gang's opponent, and if Wu Gang had two axes, he would definitely not be able to take Wu Gang's oncoming second axe.

The giant ape looked at Wu Gang, and his hoarse voice seemed helpless and unwilling.

"I can't beat you!"

Wu Gang was puzzled, "You didn't lose. ”

"If you have two axes, I am no match for you. ”

"There are no ifs and ifs for victory or defeat. Wu Gang shook his head, and the axe in his hand shattered.

"But you won't leave, so I'll kill you. ”

Wu Gang looked at Sun Wukong quietly, a sharp momentum emerged from his body, and continued to climb, and a black storm appeared in the sky above the moon realm, and the wind was blowing down.

The heavens and stars seemed to feel something, gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

There were no stars, and the sky became dark, except for the pale white light of the moon beneath his feet, and the light became more and more intense.

This is the Dao Fa? There was a hint of surprise in the hoarse voice of the giant ape, except for Bodhi, he had seen the Dao Fa for the first time.

But all those who cultivate should first cultivate the Tao and survive one calamity and two calamities, and in cultivating the arts, they will overcome one calamity and two calamities, and finally cultivate the Fa and overcome one calamity and two calamities. The only way to survive the three calamities and six tribulations is to cultivate the Dao Dharma. And the law varies from person to person.

In the Heavenly Pavilion of the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor suddenly woke up in his sleep, he opened the window, and looked at the sky of the polar night in the west, his eyes showing a look of thought.

"Come on, I'm going to visit Our Lady of Yaochi in the West Garden!"

In the Tushi Palace, Lao Jun put away the three-flavor real fire in the gossip furnace, walked out of the Tushi Palace, looked at the moon boundary, and sighed.

"It's all fate, you can't hide from it, just let it be!"

Lao Jun rode on the green ox and headed west.

Under the acacia tree, Yue Lao took out an unfinished clay puppet, kneaded it gently with both hands, and stopped from time to time to smell the smell in the air.

Ao Guang jumped down from a tree, took a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and shook his head helplessly.

"This guy can't live in peace when he comes. Alas, I still want to save the scene!"

The white bone spirit faced west, his eyebrows were crooked, he giggled, and his eyes were shining.

Wu Gang's left arm ignited a raging flame, slowly condensed in the palm of his hand, and conjured up a slender golden arrow, at the tip of the sword, there seemed to be a vortex, the air flow surged in the direction of the golden arrow, and the entire moon realm began to tremble, the golden arrow struggled to get out of Wu Gang's hand, and Wu Gang barely grabbed the arrow with all his strength.

Sun Wukong felt the trembling of the golden hoop stick in his hand, it was not fear, but it was a kind of excitement and excitement to meet the same kind, on the golden hoop stick, a layer of gray shell began to peel off.

The arrows are soaring into the sky, and the galaxy is dim.

There is a spirit of wishful thinking, and the first appearance of grandeur.

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