Yang Jian stood up, walked around the house a few times, and sat down again, still not knowing what he was going to do.

Yang Jian set a rule for himself, he must sleep in the future, but what happened during the day, I am afraid that he will not be able to sleep.

"My grandson, I want to be a brother with you Yang Jian. ”

It's actually really hard......

Yang Jian and Yi were lying on the bed, their eyes wide open, I don't know how long it took, they felt the golden light of the little golden crow coming in, very good, and survived a long dark night. Get up and go to the main hall, pass the meal, and deal with daily affairs.

The time has not yet come - this is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth day of August in the mortal world, Yang Jian secretly went to the lower realm alone and came to Huaguo Mountain.

Emerald green shoots have grown on Huaguo Mountain, and the grass is like a cardamom girl who can't help the wind, as if even a small wind and rain can't withstand it, Yang Jian thought bitterly, the Jade Emperor's order to ban rain over Huaguo Mountain is also beneficial, so as not to destroy the grass and trees that he has planted with great difficulty.

He took out the dagger and swiped it on his left arm, and the blood dripped on the tender green blade of grass, which was absorbed in an instant.

The grass swayed its fusiform leaves, as if greeting Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat on Huaguo Mountain, looking around, although some places were dyed green, most of them were still scorched black, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the surrounding was full of mist formed by the gathering of resentful spirits, desolate and desolate.

Yang Jian grabbed a handful of dry scorched earth, crushed it, watched the soil flow down from his hands, and sighed.

"Huaguo Mountain, when will the flowers and fruits grow again?" opened the heavenly eye on his forehead, illuminating the front clearly, Yang Jian smiled in the light, "However, the seeds have been scattered all over the world." ”

Yang Jian sat in Huaguo Mountain for a while

Who is Heaven?

Jade Emperor?

Is it the Buddha, or the Tao, or the reincarnation of heaven and earth?

Yang Jian laughed sarcastically, he was really confused.

The so-called "heaven" will only hope that Sun Wukong will die early, and the so-called "heaven" never exists.

From birth to the present, Yang Jian has relied on himself to do everything, why did he do such a stupid thing as praying at this moment?

Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly. Since he was a child, he knew that if he wanted something, he had to fight for it, and if he waited for God's mercy and charity, he would never get it for the rest of his life.

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It is said that the gossip furnace is a space of its own, which is huge, can accommodate mountains and rivers, dry, kan, gen, zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and dui eight directions, each with its own function, different directions to refine different pills, and now the eight directions have been operating, and the calcining of Sun Wukong has also been half a day, and it has been burned so that Sun Wukong is hiding in Tibet, panicking.

The heavenly fire of the dry position fell, and there was no trace to be found, which smashed Sun Wukong dizzy, Sun Wukong did not dare to stay for a long time, and flew towards the Kun position.

Sun Wukong was just about to settle down, "bang-" The ground sounded, and a stream of earth fire mixed with magma erupted out, only bringing Sun Wukong to the top of the gossip furnace before it was settled, Sun Wukong scolded "The old man deceived me." "Step on the somersault cloud and fly towards the earthquake position.

The earthquake was thunderous, Sun Wukong was not afraid of him, he didn't stay long, the thunder was mixed with fire, this fire is not the fire of the sky, not the fire of the earth, not the yin fire burning under the Yongquan cave, but the real fire of Samadhi, the thunder hooked the true fire of Samadhi, Sun Wukong did not dare to stay for a long time, and drove the somersault cloud and ran away.

The Taoist who watched the furnace by the gossip stove, the boy who set up the fire, fanned the true fire of Samadhi, and the flame licked the gossip furnace evenly, and did not particularly calcine a certain position.

Taishang Laojun heard Sun Wukong's voice from outside the door, and smiled slightly, "Sun Wukong, you were born earlier than I expected, but I still can't let you go?"

"My grandson knows that you immortals are not good people."

"Haha" Taishang Laojun personally fanned the banana fan, the fire was suddenly fierce, this Sun Wukong was just about to fall in the camp, the water in the position suddenly boiled, and the rising steam made Sun Wukong grin his teeth and scolded: "Taishang Lao'er, my grandson has no grievances with you, how can you plot Lao Sun like this?"

Taishang Ancestor ignored Sun Wukong's curse, and only cared about the temperature in the furnace, "Sun Wukong, when you were still a spirit stone, I can say that I was kind to you." “

"Old man, are you pulling a relationship? But my grandson doesn't remember."

Looking at the three-flavor real fire in the furnace, the temperature is getting higher and higher, Taishang Laojun said, "Sun Wukong, the old Tao asked you something, if you answer, I can consider letting you suffer less."

"Yes, even if I answer, will you immortals let me go?

"Sun Wukong, you must know that even the Jade Emperor does not dare to talk to Lao Tao like this. You have to know that if you go against the old way, you may only have a dead end?"

Sun Wukong, who was really burning with three flavors in the furnace, roared angrily, "Taishang Laojun, death is also a road, isn't it?"

"The old way makes you dead end. ”

Taishang Laojun suddenly slashed his fingers and slid the blood into the gossip furnace, "Sun Wukong, try this."

Looking at the slow changes in the three-flavor true fire in the furnace, Sun Wukong said angrily, "If the sky doesn't give the way, pierce the sky and break through." If the earth does not give the way, step on the high mountain and step on it. If the sea does not give way, the tide will be separated. If you don't give the road ......" Watching the three-flavor true fire in the furnace slowly transform into a five-color flame, Sun Wukong laughed and said: "Five-flavor real fire, haha is too old man, you look up to my grandson too much, too high old gentleman, if you three clear in the future, then my Monkey King will destroy the three clear and step on the heavenly court." ”

Taishang Dao Ancestor was silent for a while after hearing this, and with a wave of the banana fan, the Wumadhi True Fire was transformed into a void flame and entered the furnace, burning so much that Sun Wukong screamed.

"Okay, you Monkey King, you have such ambitions. So if that's the case, then Lao Tao is helping you. “

Taishang Laojun thought to himself: "Now Sun Wukong seems to be a member of Buddhism." But after all, you are a chess piece in the hands of Buddhism, no matter how strong you are, you are just a chess piece at the mercy of you. ”

"Haha, is it? But why should you control the fate of my grandson? ”

However, in this Buddhist chess game, it seems that it is not only Lao Dao and Shakyamuni who are playing against each other, it seems that there is another person who has also picked up the chess pieces, waiting for a fatal kill. ”

"Really?"

Listening to Sun Wukong's voice in the gossip furnace getting weaker and weaker, Taishang Laojun slowly balanced the temperature of the five flavors of true fire at a just right point, as if he didn't want to burn Sun Wukong here.

"Monkey King, what do you really want. “

"Freedom."

"Freedom, Monkey King. You proclaimed yourself the Great Sage of Monkey King, commanding the demons of the Three Realms, heaven and earth are up to you, why aren't you free?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he also categorically ignored the temperature in the furnace, and said in a deep voice, "My original dream was just to simply live for immortality. It wasn't until I saw the sunset in Huaguo Mountain that I dreamed of living like this with the monkey gate, the little squirrel, the big tree, and even with a few other brothers in Huaguo Mountain. Until I met Yang Jian······"

Taishang Laojun listened to Sun Wukong's tone, and felt that Sun Wukong's heart became more and more disappointed, even desperate.

"Monkey King, is this the freedom you want?"