Daxing, a courtyard in the Prince's Mansion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Guang, the crown prince, who has always been known for his simplicity, built a stargazing platform in this courtyard that is close to the palace. Yang Guang's explanation to the outside world is that it was built to pray for his father's blessing. But in the eyes of those who care, the role of this observatory must not be so simple.

At this time, on this stargazing platform, a lonely figure is silently watching the stars at night, and his fingers are constantly beating to deduce the future. His brow furrowed, and it seemed that the calculation was not going well.

I don't know how long it took, the figure finally stopped calculating, and sighed leisurely: "Failed again!"

He is the "devil", the lonely "devil".

He knew it from the moment he chose to carry out this thorny path of "demons". Since then, he has had no brothers or friends. In the future, he will go down alone.

"Demon" doesn't know the Great Celestial Technique, but he knows a little bit about the Great Celestial Technique. With the movement of the stars and the sense of heaven and man, he can barely deduce some vague information. This little bit of ability was learned secretly when he was in the sky and watched Emperor Donghua's deduction.

Relying on this little skill, he helped Yang Guang find the host of the True Dragon Qi in time and killed his entire family. And now, once again, he sensed the variables. And this time, no matter how he calculated, it was still that hazy appearance, and he never could accurately calculate it.

Tianji, when he provoked Yang Guang to kill the Son of Destiny, he was already in chaos.

The "demon" shook his head, and the figure gradually disappeared. Since it can't be calculated, it can only speed up the pace and complete the plan. Fate, although difficult to change, can be deviated under the influence of man. He didn't believe that after he mastered the "potential" of the world, who else could jump out and stir up the situation!

......

In the north, an uninhabited mountain forest.

A horse-drawn carriage hurried along the road, startling a crowd of birds on both sides of the road. They panicked, dodging the cacophony of "Gragra" from the carriage and sprang away.

Inside the carriage sat a bald-headed monk meditating with his eyes closed, who was the Venerable Yourong who had left the Zen Temple.

The storm in Daxing City has risen again, but he has left the land of right and wrong ahead of this pass. Is it the forbearance he has always advocated, or is it for another purpose?

The carriage stopped, and Master Yourong opened his eyes, staring leisurely through the curtain at the destination he had come to.

He sighed, got out of the carriage, and walked forward on foot.

The five closely connected peaks here rise into the sky, and from afar, they look like a huge open palm. However, these five peaks are barren and barren, and the air is filled with a very uncomfortable smell that makes people stay away.

He could feel a powerful resentment hovering here, and that resentment had also spotted him, staring at him coldly.

There is a demon king who suppressed the world, and more than 600 years ago, it caused a huge storm in the heavens and the earth. This demon king is not only powerful and cunning, but what is even more strange is that he is actually lucky! The gods of the heavenly court have spent more than a hundred years still failing to subdue him. Later, it was the Buddha of the West Heaven who made a move and gambled with him with the law of the Buddha in his palm, which restrained this big demon, descended the Five Finger Mountain, and pressed him here.

Because of this incident, Heavenly Court owes Xitian a favor, and it has to repay the cause and effect, so that Buddhism has been transmitted to the east.

In the past 500 years, various sects of Buddhism have taken turns to guard Wuzhi Mountain. is called a guard, but in fact, he is persuading this big demon to surrender.

This demon is full of luck, if it can be put into Buddhism, why worry about Buddhism not being able to prosper!

But this monster is a hard bone, and after being suppressed for so many years, he is still full of resentment and refuses to give in.

Later, it coincided with the great chaos in the world, and the north and the south were divided. Buddhism saw the situation clearly, took root in the south, and thus flourished, so it slowly forgot about him.

Not long ago, Master Yourong obtained the decree of the Western Heaven Buddha in the meditation, saying that this great demon is the key to the great prosperity of Buddhism, as long as it succeeds, it will be able to suppress the Daomen and gain a firm foothold in the land of Middle Earth. He didn't care about anything and hurried from Daxing.

However, it has taken hundreds of years to make this monster succumb, and now with the thing that the Buddha gave them, how can they be sure that this monster will obediently act according to their wishes?

Master Yourong shook his head, the Buddha must have his reason for saying this, and he must believe in the Buddha.

When the monk guarding Wuzhi Mountain saw Master Yourong, he hurriedly ran over and saluted him, but before he could speak, a sharp voice came from the cave next to him.

"There's another bald donkey! Hehe! I want to make your grandfather Sun give in, don't dream!"

The monk's face turned dark, and Master Yourong saved the Buddha Gate from collapse, which was their spiritual pillar and his idol. It's okay for the monsters in the cave to scold him, but it's not okay to scold Master Yourong!

Master Yourong was not angry, and smiled to stop the actions of the guarding monk.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

The guarding monk clasped his hands together and saluted sincerely: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

"You bald donkeys......" The monster began to provoke again, snorting coldly, and a large number of foul words and his sharp voice irritated the monk's ears.

"Senior brother, go down first, the poor monk has something to say to this monster. Master Yourong folded his hands and bowed back.

"Yes, brother. The caretaker retreated.

In the cave, only Mage Youei and the monster who were still scolding were left.

Master Yourong listened quietly, without replying, but there was a strange magic weapon on the tip of his finger.

It was a bracelet, a silver rope and a golden bell, and Ding Ling made a pleasant sound.

The scolding in the cave stopped abruptly, and all that remained in the huge cave was the sound of the bells echoing.

A moment later, a violent shout erupted from the cave: "What did you do to her?"

Master Yourong's face remained unchanged, but in fact, he was secretly muttering in his heart that the Buddha only gave him this magic weapon when he gave him the Buddha's decree, saying that this monster would definitely obey him after seeing it, but he didn't say the origin of this magic weapon. Now he is still confused, how to answer!

"Yes! I promise you!"

Fortunately, after going crazy for a while, the monster regained his composure and agreed to take refuge in Buddhism, but the resentment revealed in his tone was a little deeper than before.

Master Yourong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a tight hoop and said to the cave: "Wear the tight hoop, and you can become a Monkey King with boundless mana again." It's just that everything has to be under the command of the poor monk. From today onwards, declare to the public that you are the disciple of the poor monk. ”

"Got it?