The Monkey King

For a moment, all the Buddhas were stunned.

"Hold on!" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata shouted loudly, instantly waking everyone up.

Manjusri frowned and had no choice but to bite the bullet with both hands. The light wall was propped up again.

Those Buddhas had to keep up one by one.

A few miles away, Ksitigarbha gritted his teeth and had no choice but to join the sequence of supporting the light wall.

With a loud "bang" sound, the hardcore soldiers hit the light wall again, and the ground shook!

Lowering his head, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata suddenly noticed that the hand of the six-eared macaque holding up the golden hoop paused.

"Why don't you put it on quickly! Do you want to wait to die?"

Hearing this, the six-eared macaque could only close his eyes, and with a cruel heart, he put the golden hoop on his head.

Amidst the howling wind, another attack of iron soldiers swept in.

Everyone stared blankly.

…

In the Tushita Palace, Laojun stared motionlessly at the empty ground in front of him.

In the Nushu Temple, Subhuti clenched his fists slightly.

In the empty hall, Tathagata slowly closed his eyes.

…

There was a loud bang. This time, the light wall completely shattered. Even if Ksitigarbha joined in, they could not withstand the monkey's attack again.

Countless Buddha figures were thrown away like meteors, and golden blood drew arcs in the sky.

The lotus platform shattered, Manjusri fell backwards, and finally managed to stop himself.

In the air, the monkey's figure slowly fell. The moment it landed, it staggered and almost fell. The hand holding the iron soldier was trembling, and drops of blood seeped out from the tiger's mouth, spreading, flowing, and dripping along the lines of the iron soldier bit by bit.

He was breathing deeply, as if exhausted.

Looking up, he saw the six-eared macaque that was kneeling in front of Zhengfaming Tathagata slowly getting up.

Turning around, the monkey saw the shining golden hoop above his head.

At this moment, the monkey was stunned for a moment.

Not just because of the gold hoop. It was even more because...he saw a peace he had never seen before on the face of the six-eared macaque.

Yes, peaceful. There is no trace of aggression, a six-eared macaque that is completely different from the original one. It's like a completely different person.

The strong wind passed by his cheek, shaking the down slightly. He stared at the monkey quietly.

"You still put it on..."

"I have to wear it." The six-eared macaque said calmly.

"Then why can't I wear it?" Monkey narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Don't make excuses for anything you do."

The six-eared macaque didn't answer.

Countless lightnings crisscrossed the sky. Not only in the sky, but also in every corner around, lightning could be faintly seen dancing.

Behind him, I saw Zhengfa Ming Tathagata lightly leaping back a step, and the knife passed through his wrist. Suddenly, golden blood flowed out.

The scattered blood flowed in the air in an orderly manner like a meandering river, slowly heading towards the six-eared macaque.

"You have no body, so to defeat him, you first need a body. The poor monk can use half of his cultivation to reshape a body for you. But first you must convert to Buddhism, otherwise, the new body will It is repulsive to your original power. This is one of the reasons why you must wear the golden hoop."

The six-eared macaque slowly turned his head and glanced at the winding river flowing towards him, standing quietly without evading it.

Soon, golden blood touched his back. As if he fainted, along his back, his hair began to change from dark golden to completely golden.

Suddenly, the six-eared macaque's eyes turned red, and tears fell down his cheeks bit by bit, unable to stop them no matter what.

The six-eared macaque touched the tears at the corner of his eyes with his hand and asked softly: "What... what is this?"

Zhengfa Ming Tathagata said: "This is your hostility and memory."

"Violent?"

“Only by draining away all the hostility and the things to which it is attached can you truly reshape your body.”

"This is what I have always insisted on." The monkey not far away said: "You have never had memories. These are at most the remaining fragments."

Those tears were still falling continuously. They were the monkey's anger and his memory. Every drop of anger is attached to the tears. That was eight hundred years of suffering.

The six-eared macaque stretched out his hand to clasp the golden hoop on his head, howling in pain, struggling, and roared: "I don't want it anymore! Take it away! Take it away--!"

At this moment, the explosion of just one percent of the fragments was enough to make him collapse. He stumbled and ran, fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and struggled.

However, the Zhengfa Ming Tathagata behind him still did not stop. He gritted his teeth and desperately released the cultivation power from his body, mixed it with his blood, and injected it into the body of the six-eared macaque bit by bit.

The surrounding rivers have long since stopped flowing, the clouds in the sky are flowing, and the surrounding mountains and rivers are slowly collapsing.

The six-eared macaque was wailing and rolling hysterically. He felt that everything was slowly fading away and turning into its normal appearance. He felt that everything around him was becoming illusory and untouchable. Only the severe pain was so real.

This feeling is so similar to that in the void.

If so, why does he wear this golden hoop?

At this moment, the only thing that was real to him, the only thing that could feel the warmth, was the tears in the corners of his eyes. But those tears were leaving him again.

He roared crazily, trying to stop it all, but unfortunately, there was no way back.

Yang Chan and others in the distance were already stunned from ear to ear.

The Buddhas who were knocked to the ground by monkeys all around stood up one by one and sat cross-legged. In an instant, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures spread to every corner of the world.

In a daze, the six-eared macaque seemed to feel that as everything gradually faded away, a ray of golden light lit up in the west.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures filled his ears, and the golden light in front guided his way.

Gradually, he stopped struggling and just stared blankly at the west. His eyes were as empty as a dead person.

Looking at the six-eared macaque, the monkey laughed.

In Journey to the West in the previous life, was it the same scene when Sun Wukong put on the golden hoop?

Is this the hero's... destination?

The monkey pursed his lips and smiled, helplessly looking at the six-eared macaque that was already walking like a zombie. Slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly and swung his iron soldier towards Zhengfa Ming Tathagata.

Zhengfa Ming Tathagata quickly dodged away. At the same time, the blood from his wrists was still pouring into the body of the six-eared macaque.

One stick missed, and the monkey dragged his tired body and swept out another stick.

Ksitigarbha took action.

He flew down to the side of Zhengfa Ming Tathagata, pushed Zhengfa Ming Tathagata away with a gentle push, and cleverly avoided the monkey's attack. However, he got a solid blow from the monkey.

Fortunately, the monkey had already lost its strength at this time, otherwise, it would have been seriously injured even if it was not dead.

The monkey was still unwilling to give in. He jumped up with a shout and aimed at the Tianling Cap of Zhengfa Ming Tathagata and hit it hard with his stick.

This time, it was Manjusri who flew to fight away Dharma Ming Tathagata.

From the beginning to the end, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata was concentrating on injecting his own blood into the six-eared macaque.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you take advantage of his illness and kill him——!" the monkey shouted suddenly.

Hearing this, everyone in the distance suddenly woke up. The demon generals rushed forward one by one with weapons in hand.

The Buddhas, who had been seriously injured, rushed to fight.

For a moment, the two sides fought together, but each other had already lost their strength. They looked like a group of children rolling in the quagmire, completely losing their original momentum.

Yang Jian, who was still standing in the distance, sighed lightly, turned his head, and suddenly found that besides his sister Yang Chan, who had not joined the battle, there was another person standing next to him - Xuanzang.

"Mage...are you okay?"

Xuanzang shook his head slowly, blinked his eyes and looked at everything in front of him without saying a word.

"Mage, it's not safe here, otherwise let me..."

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, Xuanzang slowly shook his head again. The lips pursed tighter and tighter.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "The poor monk wanted to save all sentient beings, so he embarked on this journey to the west. But..."

Raising his head, he looked at the vast sky and earth and said, "All living beings have suffered because of this. Is the Tao demonstrated in this way really meaningful?"