A Buddha light descended from the sky and covered the mountain peak.

The resentful spirits swept away by the Buddha's light were all wiped out, and the sorrow was loud.

The Buddha's light lifted the mountain and fell on the shore of the East China Sea, and there was an additional Five Elements Mountain on the flat earth.

Sun Wukong was pressed to the bottom of the mountain, got up his spare strength, shouted: "Get up!", arched his back, and wanted to get out.

A yellow post floated down from the sky, with the six-character mantra "Om, Ma, Ng, Horn, Mi, Sigh", which was clinging to a square stone in the Five Elements Mountain.

The Five Elements Mountain shook, and finally took root on the ground, not moving at all.

Sun Wukong only showed one head, and the rest of his body was pressed under the mountain, and there was no more freedom.

At the moment when the Five Elements Mountain was formed, Yang Jian's body turned into a snowflake, floated to the heavens, and fell into the hands of the Buddha in front of the Tongming Palace.

It turned out that Yang Jian of Huaguo Mountain was transformed into a snowflake with supreme mana.

The real Yang Jian is still unconscious in the mortal world, and he doesn't know anything about what happened to Sun Wukong.

At this time, Huaguo Mountain also changed, gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a tight hoop circle and flew into the sky.

The Huaguo Mountain that Sun Wukong saw was actually an illusory realm conjured up by Rulai with a tight hoop.

Everything is fake.

Monkey King, the Great Sage of Monkey King, was crushed under the Five Elements Mountain in this way.

This pressure has been pressed for 500 years.

In 500 years, how many things can be forgotten, and how much love can be turned into hate?

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the years, five hundred years, the change of dynasties in the mortal world, how many people will remember the anti-heaven demon king Monkey King?

Five hundred years, there has been no incident in the heavenly court, Yang Jian's pursuit of peace and stability in his life, has this come like this?

However, who is it that carves those hatreds that you will never forget into your bones and melts them into your blood?

Who threw those joys that bloomed like poppies into the river of time, gradually blurred and nowhere to be found?

The Three Realms are idealistic, and the Ten Thousand Laws are only knowledgeable.

I am willing to believe in my heart, and what is fake is also true, such as Yang Jian in Huaguo Mountain and even Liuyi who has disappeared for thousands of years.

I don't want to believe in my heart, it's true and fake, such as love that can't be seen or touched.

Liuying is fake, Yang Jian is fake, and Huaguoshan is also fake.

As early as when he was talking to Sun Wukong, he used his supreme supernatural power to transform a snowflake into the appearance of Yang Jian, and turned the hoop into a mountain of flowers and fruits, and cast it into the mortal world.

Therefore, Huaguo Mountain has obviously been watered green by blood, but in the eyes of Sun Wukong, there is still no grass.

The dust settled, and on the clouds in front of the Tongming Palace, Rulai blew on the snowflakes that had turned into Yang Jian in the palm of his hand, and the snowflakes turned into white gas and disappeared in an instant.

"Jin Chanzi, what else do you have to say?"

Jin Chanzi and Rulai witnessed everything that happened, and now what else can he say?

Shizun used the last bit of kindness in Sun Wukong's heart, used his only remaining love for Liuying and his guilt for Huaguo Mountain, and designed to press him under the Five Elements Mountain. Sun Wukong's mind is unstable, his memory is broken, he can't succeed at all, it's because Jin Cicada is too naïve. If Sun Wukong only had a soul, the master would not be able to subdue him, and the golden cicada pretended to be clever and proposed to throw Sun Wukong into the gossip furnace to transform into hatred. Sun Wukong's powerful body is his restraint. The matter has come to this, I can't escape the blame, this is the lower realm to practice for ten lifetimes, and then come to see the master. The golden cicada turned his head to the Guanyin Bodhisattva beside him and said, "I will think and think over the years, written into the Sanzang Sutra, since I have fallen into reincarnation, I will forget the mana before the dust, can not keep the scriptures, now I will give it to the junior sister, I hope that the junior sister will find a destined person in the future, pass on my mantle." The golden cicada recited a spell and took out a piece of jade, which was the key to the place where the golden cicada hid the book.

Jin Chanzi handed the jade to Guanyin, and when he saw Guanyin take it, his heart was a little relieved.

Sun Wukong was subdued, and all the immortals were very happy, and they each returned to their places and handled their daily affairs.

Heavenly Court has experienced great chaos, the fire has not been completely extinguished, and the immortals are running around, a busy and dilapidated scene.

The bones of the immortals in the Tongming Hall were not processed in time, piled up like a mountain, and although the blood dried up, the snow was still falling.

The golden cicada looked at the bones below on the clouds and sighed: "What happens to success and failure, it's always the suffering of all beings." "To Rulai, "Master, Jin Cicada has something unclear, I hope Shizun will solve his doubts." Under your indulgence, the war between gods and demons has been fought for so many years, countless monsters and immortals have died, Buddhism talks about compassion, why do you stand by and watch?

Rulai also looked at the bones of the immortals below, and said lightly: "What do you think compassion is?"

Jin Cicada said: "For people, you are worried about your body, for demons you are worried about your friends, for immortals you are worried about your people, flowers and trees, all have loveliness, gods, demons, people and ghosts, all have compassion." Having good thoughts, cultivating one's virtues, and doing good deeds is compassion. ”

Rulai said expressionlessly, "When your own interests conflict with the interests of the majority, do you think there will be people who sacrifice themselves?"

Jin Chanzi said categorically: "Jin Cicada is this kind of person!"

Rulai laughed: "So you lost!" Rulai's bright eyes looked directly at the golden cicada, "So you are defeated, you have nothing, and your ten thousand years of cultivation will be ruined." ”

"Amitabha, the golden cicada will not regret his death. Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said, "I bet with Shizun on whether Shizun can control the fate of Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong was crushed in the Five Elements Mountain, it seems that Shizun won, but as long as Sun Wukong does not die, he has the hope of controlling his own destiny." The golden cicada took a snowflake, and the snowflake turned into a round bead in his palm and rolled around.

The golden cicada clenched its fist, shook it, and then opened its palm, and the beads turned back into snowflakes.

Everyone in the world knows that the mana of the Buddha is superior to the Three Realms, and no one knows how high the mana of the golden cicada is.

But no matter what, Jin Chanzi will not do anything with Rulai, because Rulai is his master and the person who teaches him the Tao.

There is a kind of person who would rather teach the world to bear me, and don't teach me to bear the world, and Jin Chanzi is such a person.

The golden cicada threw away the snowflakes, looked around, and came into contact with the bones of the immortals, his eyes darkened, and he quickly ignited the light of hope. The monk's robe on his body fluttered in the wind, and he chanted loudly in the wind and snow: "Do not do all evil, do all good, and purify one's mind, it is the ...... of Buddhism" He read a sentence, and his body became more transparent, and when he reached the last sentence, his body was as thin as green smoke, and he went straight to the underworld.

Guanyin saw that the golden cicada had self-destructed the Dao Ji and fell into reincarnation, and let out a long sigh: "Alas, senior brother, why is this ......?"

For example, I took a look at Guanyin. Guanyin hurriedly knelt down: "Master, I ......"

Rulai said lightly: "Get up." ”

Guanyin stood up, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Rulai, regretting the momentary emotion just now. "Master, Guanyin has no two hearts, for thousands of years, don't you know my ......" Guanyin wanted to speak and stopped.

Rulai sighed lightly and glanced at the jade in Guanyin's hand. Guanyin immediately handed over the jade. Rulai didn't take it, just watched quietly, his eyes deep and incomprehensible.

Guanyin has followed Rulai for many years, but he couldn't figure out Rulai's thoughts, and asked, "How to deal with Senior Brother's Sanzang Sutra?"

"Everything has its own certainty, and the scriptures written by the golden cicada, since they come from nothingness, they return to nothingness. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Ruined. ”

"Yes!"

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On the Ling Mountain, I saw Ru looking into the abyss not far away, and said slowly, "Jin Cicada, what if you change the fate of Sun Wukong, he Sun Wukong, what about you peeping into the way of heaven, it's not that you can't escape from my Five Finger Mountain." It's ridiculous, and you dare to fight with the sky. ”

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Above the thirty-three heavens, such a voice came out.

"You're finally back. “