Chapter 6: A Dream Is Better Than a Thousand Years, Bearish on the World (2)

After returning from the West Heaven, as soon as he returned to this Huaguo Mountain, it was like a child finding his mother, he didn't want to go anywhere, he didn't want to ask anything, so he ate and slept, slept and ate, sat and watched the birds fly and fish jump, lie down and listen to the insects and worms laughing, have nothing to practice monkey soldiers, and when there is something, he should be the shopkeeper, as if the grandson monkey who was brave and ruthless, likes to go around to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and cause trouble, no longer exists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, in the meantime, he has also sneaked out a few times out of boredom, visited the old place a few times, and met a few old friends.

However, it didn't take long for him to come back quietly, and even look a little depressed and lacking.

But no one knows what happened to him during this period, and what has changed.

After thousands of years of cultivation, his monkey heart and gall, which was once wild and uninhibited, jealous and hateful, has really been as calm as water, and the four major ones are empty?

This one......

Once, he also thought about it carefully, thinking that the world and the earth were mortal, chaotic for hundreds of millions of years, the gods and demons grabbed a basket, in the vast sea of people, between the world and the world, he was nothing more than a passer-by, a monkey who became a spirit.

That's all!

It doesn't matter if you make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, or learn from the West Heaven!

He, the Monkey King, is just a supporting role at best. The protagonist is the long-winded and fearful Tang Sanzang, and they are just foils.

Thinking about it, isn't it a secret contest between Buddha, Tao and Heaven?

Sometimes, he even wondered if he was really so unstoppable and invincible when he made trouble in the Heavenly Palace?

If you think about it, you are just a spirit monkey who has practiced seventy-two magical changes and some strange spells!

Heaven and earth were born for hundreds of millions of years, and in the stormy waves and rocks piercing the clouds, how many people are shocking and charming, ancient and modern! For example, the emperor of the first day of the eternal world, Emperor Dijun, as well as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Pangu, Nuwa, Hongjun, and so on, have really all died and disappeared?

Are they really all gone? ？

Maybe...

Not necessarily, right?

Maybe... ？

He was not qualified enough to ask them to do it, and in the end, the only ones who came out to surrender him were Rulai and Guanyin.

Over the years, the monkeys around him have died of old age one after another, which makes him sigh.

Back then, the monkey he knew when he rose up and occupied the mountain as the king is now gone, thinking of the scene of the havoc in the underworld, he is a little sad and a little helpless!

Although he kicked the underworld and tore up the book of life and death, there is a reincarnation in heaven and earth, and the years are ruthless and irreversible!

In the end, he still failed to completely redeem his disciples and grandchildren!

Over the years, he has seen a lot of things clearly, and at the same time, he has also seen himself clearly, and his mood has become more calm.

In the open, he was drunk and dreamed of death, but in fact, secretly, he did not give up running Huaguo Mountain for a moment.

This is his lair, the foundation of his survival.

The importance of status is naturally self-evident!

After all, he didn't care about life and death, and those monkeys were his heart and treasure.

For this reason, he has been running around and looking for them for hundreds of years, but he has fished back a lot of good weapons and treasures, and he has fully equipped those monkeys and monkeys.

Now, these eight hundred miles of Huaguo Mountain seem to have become his private world, with more than 100,000 monkey soldiers and monkey generals under his command, and he has secretly trained the four gods of war, the eight King Kongs, and the ten heavenly kings according to the management sequence of the heavenly court.

Even, he also taught some exorcism formations with troops, and the combat power was also strong.

To survive, you can't use force alone, you have to have wisdom!

This is a small experience he summed up after subduing demons and eliminating demons all the way, and after suffering all the dark losses, be careful!

Of course, he was very subtle and low-key in arming himself.

Sometimes, whether you are a person or an immortal, it is better to keep a low profile.

He understands this!

"Woo woo woo" !!

In his sleep, he seemed to hear a voice whimpering in his ears and echoing in his head.

Woooooo

The voice is poignant, if there is nothing, dancing with the wind and passing away with the wind.

For a moment, it disturbed his chaotic dreams.

Who is it?

Who dares to disturb my grandson?

He asked softly in his dreams.

"Woo woo, big... Division... Elder brother... ”

A miserable voice sounded like a devil again in his mind, like a ghost, like a dream demon, which made him feel restless and confused in an instant, and the monkey hair on his whole body stood on end.

"Bajie, is that you?" he hesitated in his heart.

"Woo woo"

The voice was ethereal, miserable, and unpredictable.

"Little White Dragon?

He was a little flustered.

"Woo woo ... ！”

"You... YOU END ... Who is it?"

No one answered!

It was as if the strange voice had never existed in his head.

What's going on?

He woke up in a cold sweat and sat stupidly on the boulder.

Pain!

He clutched his head with both hands, and there was pain like a mantra.

Buzz!

In my head, it was as if there were 10,000 flies screaming and bombarding in nasty ways.

He shook his head desperately, the mirror spirit platform, his mind was one, and all his thoughts and distractions disappeared in an instant.

At this time, on a mountain dozens of miles away, a gray-brown goshawk, its pupils instantly dilated, and everything within a hundred miles reflected in the bottom of its eyes, watching Wukong's every move very carefully, and after a while, it suddenly spread its wings and flew into the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Wukong suddenly looked up at the mountain.

There, a gray-brown eagle was changing shape, and it was like an arrow scurrying into the blue sky.

Hehe, this Bull Demon King is really persistent!

He chuckled. It must have been more than 400 years, and he sent that little miscellaneous bird to watch over him every day.

Just look at it, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and when he was in a bad mood or his mouth was weak, he caught the little miscellaneous bird and roasted it.

He doesn't care whose bird it is!

Wukong stood up, stretched his waist to the sky, and let out a long breath, his mood gradually calmed down.

Under the rocks, beside the winding mountain road, a small green turtle the size of a palm scurries through the thick fallen leaves, it stops and goes, stretches its slender neck from time to time, and looks around with its thumb-sized turtle head held high, looking very alert.

At that moment, a solitary stone, slightly larger than a basin, suddenly rolled down from the overgrown hillside without warning, and rolled impartially above the head of the little green turtle.

Obviously, the little turtle that was resting with its head shrunk was completely frightened by this sudden disaster, it looked up at the big rock that had rolled off its head, and immediately wanted to shake its head and tail to dodge, but for some reason, it did not move for a while, so it had to retract its head into the turtle's shell in fear, seeing that it was about to encounter a great disaster.

Wukong stood on the boulder and looked at it clearly, raised his left hand and pointed at it from afar, and instantly fixed the boulder when the life of the green turtle was hanging by a thread.

Under the suspended stones, the little green turtle looked at the behemoth less than a hair's length from the top of his head in a daze, and it seemed to take a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, it craned its head and grunted at where Goku was standing, screezing into the grass beside him.

Wukong silently stared at the direction of the little turtle that had disappeared, and for a moment his thoughts wandered, forgetting everything that had happened in his sleep just now.

Behind him, the sun gradually slanted to the west, and the sky was full of colorful colors.

In the breeze, Wukong stood quietly, covered in ten thousand rays of light, his figure was virtual and ethereal, as if he was in this mountain, and he would dissipate with the wind at any time!

Click, click, click...

With the sound of footsteps, a bald old monkey came behind him step by step, and said respectfully to Wukong: "King Qiqi, the messenger of the Pure Altar Zhu Bajie is here." ”