Chapter 26: The Void Gate

The magical door was transparent, mysterious, and shone with invisible light, as if it was open where heaven and earth meet, and people couldn't help but want to go inside and find out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Goku blinked his monkey eyes, straightened his chest vigorously, and fearlessly floated into the magical door.

He wanted to get a glimpse of the world inside the door.

However, as soon as he walked into the door, he suddenly found that he was already in another strange world in the transformation of time and space, the transformation of stars, and the flickering of a dark light.

Squeak!

Just after he stepped into this strange space with the meteorite, the door behind him shook like a few waves, and then melted into a dot and disappeared in front of his eyes with a bang.

He reached out and leaned underneath him, and beneath him, there was nothingness.

The pitch-black meteorite was miraculously gone, and he lay in nothingness.

Hey?

Look back again and look at the way you came.

However, even the vast and brilliant starry sky behind him, including the entire universe, also mysteriously disappeared along with it.

Yikes!

Goku bared his teeth and felt a little headache.

Could it be that this is the so-called "dead end"?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a stumbling sound, and a road to the sky shimmered with stars, and suddenly stretched silently to his feet.

Goku's mind spun and he calmly looked at the end of the road.

There, where there is an end!

He struggled to get up from nothingness, strewn with great effort, one step at a time, slowly but rhythmically moving forward.

Da-da, da-da.

The road to heaven is transparent and soft, as if you can step through the road with one foot, as if you can see your feet clearly at a glance.

But beneath the pavement, there is still an endless void, black holes, nothing, nothing can be seen clearly.

Wukong only felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and his heart and lungs seemed to be detached from his body.

He laboriously wiped the sweat stains from his forehead and took another small step forward. Immediately, in a whirlwind of the sky, his body fell down on his stomach on his stomach.

The world inside the door.

What kind of world is this?

Whew, whew, whew!

Under a Bodhi tree with a strong and mottled trunk, a seriously injured monkey struggled to shake off the snowflakes on its body, and opened its tired eyes, and it was a silvery white world.

The linden tree, lush and full of life.

All around, on the mountains, on the ground, and on the lake, there was snow.

The wind was light, and the white snowflakes were scattered, falling on his body, cold and cold, cold to the bone marrow, and cold into his heart.

Hiss!

The pain in his body was like tearing his heart and lungs, tormenting the dying Wukong, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

Where is this?

He leaned crooked under the linden tree and looked around with difficulty.

The world in front of me is covered in silver, ice and snow, and heaven and earth seem to be connected into a line.

He looked up and saw the linden tree above him at a glance.

In the white sky, a stout Bodhi stood tall in the wind, covering the sky with infinite green leaves, which surprised him very much.

Bodhi tree?

Here it is ... ？

Didn't I pass out on the road to heaven in nothingness?

How... Will it be here?

He secretly gritted his teeth, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

This Bodhi made him suddenly think of his mentor, Bodhi.

Bodhi tree?

Is it really a linden tree?

Could it be that the door I stepped through turned out to be the gate of time and space?

Wukong suddenly had a feeling of mixed joy and sorrow.

Don't?

Did you return to Patriarch Bodhi in the dark?

With difficulty, he raised his right hand and rubbed the temple of his left head, where a heart-rending pain cracked.

A ray of light quietly spilled down from the branches and leaves of the treetops overhead, not much, but it warmed his body a little.

Here, although it is icy and snowy, but with this Bodhi, it is really a beautiful world? Wukong thought secretly.

He put his hands on the tree behind him and tried to stand up.

However, as soon as he exerted his strength, he was immediately crushed by severe pain, and his body almost fell apart.

Immediately afterward, his eyes darkened, and his body slowly fell to the snow.

Tick tock, tick tock!

Time flew quietly in the fluttering of snowflakes.

I wonder how long it has been, maybe five hundred years?

Perhaps, 10,000 years ago.

In the drowsy dream, the world in the dream is the same as in the real world, melting away like ice and snow, leaving only a gray and cold place.

Suddenly, a warm feeling slowly rose from the bottom of my heart, like a soft feather, and like a small match lit on a cold day.

Although it was a drop in the bucket, it did warm his worn, withering soul in an instant.

In the warmth, he seemed to see his master Bodhi Ancestor, sitting under the Bodhi tree from afar, looking at himself leisurely.

It was as if he saw Huaguo Mountain, where countless monkeys and monkeys sat around him, and a naughty macaque boldly jumped on his shoulder to catch the butterfly on his head.

No, no, it's not a dream! You can't sleep, you can't sleep!!

"Great Sage, Great Sage, wake up, wake up!"

"King, King, wake up, wake up!"

In his head, there seemed to be countless voices shouting, shouting! It made him have a splitting headache, made him anxious, and his heart was broken!

He tried to squirm his eyelids, trying to open the pair of monkey eyes that could see through nothingness, but a pair of eyelids were as heavy as a backlog of ten thousand catties of mountains, and there was no way to move a single bit.

For a moment, he even thought of giving up and compromising.

Hehe! Just give up, and sleep in this white or even gray world until it can't be recovered, what's the matter?

However, deep down, why is there a voice that keeps shouting and hesitating: "Can't give up, can't sleep?"

Who's that?

Is that yourself?

Still is... The monkey monkeys?

yes! You can't just give up so easily!

If you give up, it means that you will never recover;

If he gives up, it means that he will never have the opportunity to find out the truth about what happened to him, and perhaps, he will never turn a blind eye, and he will never be able to transcend and be liberated.

"Goku, Goku!"

A familiar voice suddenly drifted in my ears, like clouds and fog.

"You monkey, don't wake up soon!"

"Master?"

Wukong struggled violently in the depths of his heart, his heart was like a knife, and his soul was broken.

"You monkey, you haven't woken up yet, when will you stay?" The familiar voice, Yingying, always entangled.

Hiss!

He struggled inwardly, trying to break free from the inextricable bonds and the weight of the mountain.

"Is it really you?"

Finally, with great difficulty, he lifted a pair of heavy eyelids, leaned against the trunk of the Bodhi tree, and leaned forward with his body.

Ahead, five or six meters away.

In the air three meters above the ground, an old man dressed in gray sat on a mushroom cloud, with a snow-white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, embracing Buddha and Zen, and his eyes slightly closed.

"Bodhi Ancestor?"

Goku's heart throbbed.

"Master?"

He threw his hands on the ground, popped, and fell to his knees.

"Really... Is it you?"

The old man in gray opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Wukong, and replied lightly: "It's me, but, it's not me." ”

"What... Is it you or is it you?" Wukong knelt in the snow and looked up, obviously surprised for a moment.

"This... The old man shook the Buddha in his arms, his eyes narrowed, "This is just an incarnation of mine!"

"An avatar?"

"Actually, I'm a Bodhi!"

"Bodhi?" Wukong was stunned!

"That... Who the hell are you?"

"Of course I'm me, who else could it be?"

Wukong was a little confused, he scratched the back of his hand, and guessed, "Could it be that it is one gas and three clears?"