Chapter 40: Dare to Ask Where the Road Is (Part II)

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A rock-like mottled fist smashed down like a dark cloud, and the surrounding air, swords and swords, shouting to kill the sky.

At the critical moment, Wukong's fingers helplessly pinched the warm Bodhi seed, and the moment his body disappeared, the world outside his ears suddenly became quiet, and he could no longer hear the upsetting buzzing sound and shouting of killing.

The ears are clear.

The body fell into the small world of Bodhi Ancestor again, in fact, there was suffering and sorrow in his heart.

The last time I entered in a daze, this time I was helpless to dodge, and in confusion, a month has passed.

One month, according to what Bodhi Ancestor said at the time, he was stabbed by a god-killing dagger, and there were still two months before he could recover his mana. However, for the remaining two months, where should he go? Is he going to stay in this small world and be a turtle with a shrunken head for two months?

Under the verdant and mottled Bodhi tree, a lonely figure stands quietly with his head held high to the sky.

The sky of the small world is no different from the outside, in the sky, a small sun transformed into a three-legged golden crow is suspended at a height of tens of thousands of meters, shining brightly, shining in every corner. The only difference here from the outside world may be that there is no night or moon.

At this stop, since falling into this small world, time has quietly passed a day.

All day, Wukong didn't move, didn't say a word, didn't know what he was thinking. Snowflakes overhead

Dots fell, staining his shirt white.

Not far from his feet, a small rabbit, with two big ears, was also motionless, covered with snowflakes.

All around, the sky is snow-white, and overhead, snowflakes are flying chaotically.

It's a silent world. Although it is small, there is light, snow, and air, and there is nothing on the thick snow, and under the snow, there seem to be some flowers and plants sleeping and resting.

It's a small world, but it's quiet and safe.

If people outside don't know the space nodes of the small world, even if the supernatural power is great, it will be difficult to find this different space in a short time.

The most important thing is to hide here, so that you can temporarily get away from the disturbances of the outside world.

Wukong bowed his head gloomily, and the wounds on his body were already healed. This is the advantage of cultivators, ordinary wounds, sometimes there is no need for any miracle medicine, and when the mana is running, it will recover as before.

However, he was injured twice before and after, and fled twice, which was a humiliation for him and a mental torture.

The wound is only the pain of the flesh, the bigger wound is in the heart.

This is a kind of pain for the proud, but also a kind of spiritual grinding.

Hehe, what can Monkey King do if he defeats the Buddha?

Thinking back on the past, he sighed, could it be that this was another ordeal of his Monkey King?

In the distance, two small black dots staggered, the snow was too soft, walking on it, the soles of the feet would involuntarily sink into it, looking at it from a distance, the two small black dots shook their heads and shook their heads, appearing and disappearing.

Wukong still didn't move, he could imagine what the outside world was like, but how to go in the future, he was melancholy in his heart.

"Hey, you little gray gray, in the snow, you accompany a goose, lying down for a day, you are not tired, you are not cold, you are not hungry"?

The little rabbit didn't raise its head, it knew that it was the two guys of the Bazhen Chicken and the Nine-colored Bird, these two guys, from the Kun Yuan bag all the way to the landing in this small world, chattering and arguing all the way, but unfortunately, it couldn't speak, otherwise, it had to be condemned.

"Hey, I heard them say that you're also a monkey?" Seeing that the little rabbit ignored him, the nine-colored bird turned to look at Wukong.

Goku didn't answer.

"What the hell is this place? I wandered around for a day, but I didn't find anything, and there was nothing but an old tree and a little sun that didn't move." The nine-colored bird continued to nag, "We're all hungry and have our hearts on our backs, so it's good for you to just stand stupidly, can you still have pies in the sky?" After speaking, it tilted its head to look at the sky and smashed the bird's beak.

A drop of saliva slipped down quietly, and it quickly raised its wings, pretending to cover its eyes, "Oh, this little golden crow has been refined for many years, why is the light still so dazzling, it's really hateful"?

"Roll the calf, you can", Bazhen chicken kicked one side in the oblique thorn, kicked one of the nine-colored birds, and planted one head into the snow.

The little rabbit couldn't help but squeak and laugh out loud.

The nine-colored bird struggled to pull out its head and shake off a snowflake. It flapped its colorful wings viciously and shook its beautiful tail, "Little chicken, believe it or not, uncle, I will pluck your hair and turn you into a roast chicken."

"You can't stop for a while, you don't see the monkey annoying", Bazhen Chicken glared at each other.

"You", the nine-colored bird waved its wings, and its eyes were full of fierce light, "You, arrogant enough".

"Hmph".

"Hey, where is that monkey?" exclaimed the nine-colored bird.

Bazhen Chicken turned his head when he heard the sound, and sure enough, under the Bodhi tree, it was empty, and even the little rabbit disappeared together.

"Hey, wait for me", the nine-colored bird shouted at a figure that was fading away, flapping a pair of wings, and hurriedly chased after it, splashing a snowflake out of thin air.

"You are a second goods", Bazhen Chicken raised its feet and wanted to kick a paw of the nine-colored bird, but one paw missed, its body staggered, secretly scolded angrily, and hurried up, trotting to chase over.

In the snow, a person is holding a little rabbit in his arms, followed by a bird and a chicken, and in the snowflakes, the figure is long, lonely and lonely.

The white snow keeps falling from the gray sky, with no end in sight, no end.

The golden sun refined by the three-legged golden crow hung high in the sky and overflowed with light, but it couldn't melt the flying snow at all.

Wukong walked lonely, occasionally looking up at the sky, he didn't know how high the sky in this small world was, I didn't know, this snowflake, why, was always fluttering, endlessly.

Thinking about the outside world, the sky has nine layers and the earth has eighteen layers, and not many people know how high and big the sky is, and how wide and deep the earth is.

Thinking about it back then, he was unruly, he broke into the Nantian Gate alone, and his body was already in the eighteenth layer of hell in a trance, how high and wide the sky was, think about it carefully, he only let go of the horse outside the Nantian Gate, and saw the peach in the peach orchard, at most he disturbed the Pan Tao Society, smashed the alchemy room of Taishang Laojun, and the rest of the places, did not dabble too much. Even the underworld, he didn't measure it carefully.

Later, in desperation, he followed Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, subdued demons and eliminated demons all the way, suffered all the ups and downs, saw a lot, and became peaceful, but the arrogance and courage in his heart seemed to have been exhausted.

In the process of coming and going, he has also learned to be false and wronged, but is there really no righteousness at all?

"Hey, I said monkey, what kind of place is this? Why are there always snowflakes?" The nine-colored bird couldn't help but be lonely, and a birdsong broke Wukong's contemplation.

"That's it, where to go, dead or alive, okay, you have to give us an explanation", Bazhen Chicken drooped the cockscomb, unwilling to stop.

"Yes, where should I go, whether I am dead or alive, there must be someone to speak", Wukong was stunned, "Could it be that I, the Monkey King, am actually a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" He stopped, his eyes looked near from a distance, not far away, a piece of ice and snow melted, and a small puddle a few meters square gathered and trickled, quietly forming.

On the edge of the slightly muddy pool, a small green mango broke through the wind and snow, stretched a tender tooth in the air, shy and shy, and stood resolutely.

"Yo, there is a little grass", the nine-colored bird with sharp eyes, whistled, and flew over.

The little rabbit also jumped out of Wukong's arms, trotted all the way, and ran over.

By the small puddle, a small green dot, a person, a rabbit, a chicken and a bird, or onlookers, or discuss.

"I didn't expect that in this lonely, lonely, and uncrowded world, there is still life blooming and continuing, which is not simple." Bazhen chicken lightly touches the snow with a chicken claw, and the chicken head sways, judging the head.

"Squeak", the rabbit shook its two long ears in agreement.

"Hehe, this is the power of life", the nine-colored bird added proudly.

"Squeak squeak".

"But, this little green mango is so cute, I haven't eaten green for a long time, I really want to. The nine-colored bird smashed its mouth, and before it finished speaking, it was kicked away by the little rabbit and smashed a snowflake.

"Hehe, call you Boom", Bazhen Chicken pretended to be a gesture and hurriedly beat the water bird.

"Yes, this is the miracle of life", Wukong secretly said to himself, "no matter how bad the environment is, no matter how difficult the conditions are, as long as there is hope in the heart, there will be life continuing and spreading." He suddenly realized, "Perhaps, I should go my own way and spread my own way," he looked up at the sun, his eyes full of determination.