Chapter 5: A Dream Is Better Than a Thousand Years, Bearish on the World (1)

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After a vicious battle with the Octopus Fire Fence.

Sun Wukong is lying on a dark boulder, with his hands crossed under his head, and the monkey is chewing a long dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking up at the sky leisurely.

On the stone, within reach, a plate of wild fruits and a pot of wine are placed very casually.

Wild fruit is a rare holy fruit cat feces and finger orange fruit in the mountain stream, sweet and sour, with a long aftertaste, which is his new love.

Fine wine is the secret of Huaguo Mountain, fairy wine and monkey wine, drink a sip of refreshed, all diseases are eliminated.

He lay there comfortably, with his thighs crossed, taking a sip of wine and eating a holy fruit, and looked very happy.

Remembering the fierce battle with the brute beast's eight-clawed fire fence a few hours ago, he couldn't help but bared his teeth.

That damn eight-claw, it's only been a few days since I saw it, but I didn't expect that my mana has improved a lot.

Otherwise, why would the damn Octopus lie there for hundreds of years and never leave?

Or does he have any secret to tell?

And that dragon shadow, this guy, why did he go under the black water for so long and didn't come back?

Thinking of this, he shook his head decisively again.

No, no, although the dragon shadow is slightly weaker than him in mana, he is not a brave and unscrupulous person. Come to think of it, he went around in a circle and secretly ran somewhere to play!

"Hey, don't think about all these boring things!" he shook his head, reached for the flask, and took two large sips.

Accompanied by fine wine and fresh fruits, he took one sip after another, and gradually his monkey eyes blurred and gradually got better.

He casually put down the flask, held his head and cheeks, and stared at the unfathomable blue sky above him.

The sky, vast, far-reaching, blue.

The sunshine, aurora, fairy light, and Buddha light are intertwined, and the scenery is breathtaking.

In the mist, the vast dome seems to be unreachable, untouchable, and mysterious.

For a while, his eyes were blurred, fascinated, and his heart was relaxed.

What a thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

In that boundless and deep world, it was once the game battlefield where he indulged in the Monkey King.

I think back then, he had a somersault cloud of 108,000 miles, he could fly to the sky, he could escape to the ground, he was not afraid of fire and water, no one could be the one, how free and happy!

But now。。。。。。 ？

Sigh the law!

In the distant clouds, a handsome heavenly horse with a silver body and a single horn on its head stepped on auspicious clouds, spreading its wings and flying, neighing from time to time, showing a strong and majestic posture.

It was a young Pegasus, I don't know when, for some reason, it appeared inexplicably, counting, it has been wandering over this Huaguo Mountain for at least a hundred years.

Wukong went from being surprised and curious at the beginning to being accustomed to it now.

And now,

He just had to watch from afar!

However, seeing that divine horse will always make him unexpectedly resound some of the past events of the year.

He didn't know if that Pegasus was one of the horses he rode in the heavens back then, or if it was a descendant of those Pegasi, but looking at the arrogant appearance, it did look very energetic and handsome.

What a great horse!

He sighed in his heart.

However, it didn't take long for an annoying thing to come to mind, confusing him and making him tired.

During this period of time, I don't know why, a little leisure, or as long as his mind is a little free, he will always inexplicably think of all kinds of scriptures and the old past five hundred years ago, and his right eye jumps and jumps for no reason, which makes him very upset and uneasy.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that something out of phase is going to happen?

Thinking of him, thousands of years of hard work and inspiration, the monkey's heart has been calm, the heart has long been empty, how many years of silence, bitterness, night and day, has already made him look down on the wind and rain, the waves are not shocked.

However, this time。。。。。。

The situation seems to be a little strange!

With a somewhat lazy wave of his hand, he chased away a big, green-headed fly that was always buzzing in his ears.

Overhead, the golden sunlight was like a pearl, through the dense branches and leaves, sprinkled on his golden monkey hair, warm, very comfortable, very comfortable, not long after, he actually forgot the troubles and disturbances caused by the beating of his right eye, the monkey's eyes were closed, his limbs were stretched, and he gradually fell asleep.

This dream turned out to be a dream of Nanke.

The dream is long, messy and bitter.

In his sleep, he actually saw the trajectory of his own growth, and saw his little by little gestation in the spirit stone scattered by Nuwa to mend the sky, bit by bit of the world, gradually taking shape, and the moment he broke out of the stone, he was ignorant and shocked.

I saw myself occupying the mountain as the king, shedding tears on the Huaguo Mountain, crossing thousands of miles to the east, worshiping under the Taoist Bodhi Patriarch, concentrating on learning art, knowing how to respect the teacher, and practicing the miraculous changes of the earth shatter 72, and unexpectedly achieved the body of the heavenly immortals, the body of King Kong.

I saw that because of the life and death of a few ordinary monkeys, I punched the Yama Palace, went to the Nine Heavens in anger, resisted 100,000 heavenly soldiers with one hand, fought Nezha, fought Yang Jian, and made trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

Later, he saw that he was deceived by the Buddha, turned his hands into clouds, covered his hands into mountains, suppressed himself under Wuzhi Mountain, and looked down on the vicissitudes of life for five hundred years, and the warmth and coldness of human feelings, until the stupid Tang Seng arrived, unveiled the mountain, and redeemed himself.

Later, for the so-called great ideal of learning scriptures from the west and purifying all sentient beings, the five of them traveled westward, subdued demons and eliminated demons all the way, overcame thorns and thorns, and finally returned after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties.

And now, the masters and disciples have all become Buddhas and achieved positive results, and he has also been awarded the title of "Fighting to Defeat the Buddha" by the Buddha.

"Hehe, fight to defeat the Buddha, fight to defeat the Buddha? Once the Buddha was sealed, he left the Tao and entered the Buddha's door, and the fighting spirit disappeared completely, only in exchange for 500 years of loneliness and loneliness.

What kind of Buddha is such a Buddha?

Some people say that he is no longer the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then?

Some people also say that he is no longer the monkey-hearted, affectionate and righteous Sun Monkey at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain? He is an old slippery head and soft bones!

Some people also say that he is actually a six-eared macaque! Because the real Monkey King has already died on the way to learn scriptures in the west.

Yikes!

When he first heard such rumors, he was suspicious and angry, and he smashed half of the mountain range with one foot.

But in the end, all the rumors and grievances turned into a cloud of yellow turbidity, and it was comfortably spit out of the chest and abdomen.

What a terrible thing to say!

But, what can be true and false, false and true?

He is him, Monkey King, Fighting to defeat the Buddha, and only one in all ages, no one can replace him.

All the truth, the willows and flowers, let him go!

Yikes!

Wukong was a little self-deprecating in his heart, in his sleep, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the long dog's tail grass he was holding gently floated to the ground.

Today's heavenly court is still high in the Nine Heavens, and the Jade Emperor is paraded, disappearing from time to time, the traces are mysterious, and outsiders are unpredictable.

All kinds of gods and immortals, you come and go, secretly gang up, singing and dancing all day long, drunk and enjoying the balance.

And in the lower realm, demons are rampant, bullying men and dominating the world, poisoning one side, and acting recklessly.

Poor people, miserable, most of them lost their lives in the chaos of war.

Within nine days, the two realms of immortals and Buddhas were high, and they were really "looking at the common people as grass mustard, happy and true immortals!"

What a peaceful and prosperous world of drunken life and dreams!