Tang Xuanzang was not afraid of death. He had stopped being afraid a long time ago. He even thought that if he died on the way to the west, he would have died a well-deserved death without regrets and even an honor. Because he died for great love and to benefit the people, and he died a well-deserved death.
.But now, Tang Xuanzang doesn’t want to die at all.
Seeing Tang Xuanzang's silence for a while, Xue Wusuan shrugged, and without saying a word, poured back the poisonous mist that had just been taken out of his body. He turned to Duan Xiaoxiao, who was kowtowing, and said: "Don't worry, you are too.
A dead person can still "live" well? It's just a skin, how much do you want?"
Duan Xiaoxiao didn't dare to argue. After becoming the soul general of Yin Yang Street, she got a lot of information about Wu Dao Underworld, which Xue Wusuan deliberately let her know. It was because of this that Duan Xiaoxiao understood that what was happening in front of her was
How powerful she is, she is not qualified to argue with him. She can only kowtow and beg for mercy.
Of course, Duan Xiaoxiao did not agree with Xue Wusuan's words. Becoming a ghost? Who would be willing to become a ghost if they could live? She died, but she didn't want Tang Xuanzang to become like her.
When toxins return to the body, even if the meridians are adjusted, the pain will still be there, and it will even become more sensitive and painful. These are secondary, the most important thing is what Tang Xuanzang saw in the eyes of "Master Xue"
Indifference also made him understand that his life and death were nothing in the eyes of the other party.
"I don't want to die."
"Haha, a monk is afraid of death? Are you worried about that?"
"Please Mr. Xue, please save me."
As soon as the word "begging" came out of his mouth, Tang Xuanzang felt an emotion called "humiliation" for the first time, which made his sickly pale face turn red. Then came the uncontrollable anger in his chest:
Yes, this person is the mastermind who may have taken Miss Duan away. He is considered an enemy. I would actually seek an enemy just to survive?
Xue Wusuan smiled happily, not minding Tang Xuanzang's eyes that seemed to be spitting out fire and his clenched fists. The Buddhist thoughts were deeply rooted in this monk's heart, and the "great love" in his arms still dominated. This
No, as a nail, how can you be so inoffensive?
Xue Wusuan, who often wanders in the various aspects of life, has a better grasp of people's hearts than anyone else in these thousands of planes. Naturally, he knew clearly what changes occurred in Tang Xuanzang's heart.
A monk whose thoughts have been controlled since he was a child can say that his emotions and desires are all abnormally suppressed. This is not a problem that he thinks about, but something that exists instinctively as a human being. It will not disappear and will always explode at some point.
Come out. And what Xue Wusuan is doing now is to make Tang Xuanzang's emotions explode infinitely in advance.
Duan Xiaoxiao is "love". Now Tang Xuanzang is convinced that Duan Xiaoxiao still doesn't want to die and forces him to beg for mercy. This is arousing the "anger" in Tang Xuanzang's heart. When anger comes together, it will start a prairie fire and he will try to restore Buddhism.
It will be even more difficult if your heart is as still as water.
This is like eating. If you have never eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas, you will naturally not feel any problem eating bran-flavored vegetables, but after eating delicious food, it will be difficult to swallow. The same will happen with anger.
"Very good, your life has nothing to do with me. I save you, so I have a purpose. Do you know that?"
"Well, I know." Tang Xuanzang replied, his voice was surprisingly harsh, which made Sun Wukong next to him look surprised, as if he was trying to decide whether the monk was crazy. This was the first time that such a violent spirit appeared in Tang Xuanzang's body.
"It's good to know, okay. Let's continue chatting and talk about what have you encountered in these years?" Xue Wusuan said as he pulled out the poisonous mist from Tang Xuanzang's body again, and clicked with interest.
Taking a cigar, he seemed ready to listen to a story.
Tang Xuanzang endured the strange anger in his chest and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures silently in the hope of calming himself down. However, the usually invincible Buddhist scriptures had no effect this time, and his mind was filled with the extremely hateful smiling face of Xue.
But when a person starts cherishing his life, he will naturally have changes that were unexpected before. For example, he can immediately learn what "people have to bow their heads under the eaves". If you don't want to die, then follow the words of Xue.
Asking for help from his eldest disciple, Sun Wukong? Tang Xuanzang thought, but he could also see that Sun Wukong and this man obviously knew each other, and it was impossible to listen to him with their hands folded.
Now Tang Xuanzang felt that the only one he could rely on was himself.
After several years of long road, bumps and narrow escapes, we were finally not far from the western sky. But at this step, it seemed that we had reached our limit. Tang Xuanzang even instinctively felt that he would die if he went any further. Why?
Would you feel this way? Tang Xuanzang couldn't explain clearly. Perhaps it was because the last time he encountered the terrifying Hundred-Eyed Demon King, Tang Xuanzang could not use the unique trick: The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra.
"Oh? Aren't you afraid of so many life and death experiences?"
"My Buddha is merciful and auspicious clouds are always with me, so why should I be afraid?"
Tang Xuanzang's answer made Xue Wusuan nod his head. That's right. A monk who has been pious since childhood should have answered this kind of question like this. But Xue Wusuan was saying in his heart: The mouth is hard, but the heart is.
Don’t you still think so?
"Oh? Xiangyun is always with you? Then when you were fighting with the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, where was the Xiangyun beside you? Your great disciple Sun Wukong is not omnipotent, let alone invincible. He almost died. Your Xiangyun
What? Haha, later on you were poisoned, and several of your disciples ran around to help you survive. It was only when I came that you were able to escape. Where is your auspicious cloud?
To put it more directly, who saved you?"
"Hehe." Sun Wukong beside him couldn't help laughing. He was very happy. Being able to see Tang Xuanzang being taught was more satisfying to him than eating a hundred peaches. Even the damn bald donkey didn't want to
Think about it, there used to be powerful monsters jumping out to fight and kill along the way, but there were always helpers. You could always invite people who could defeat the enemy to help, or Tang Xuanzang could just use his "unique trick" to get rid of it. But later, since Pingdingshan,
Who else is willing to lend a helping hand?
Sun Wukong understood that he was afraid that Tathagata had noticed that Tang Xuanzang's mentality had changed due to Duan Xiaoxiao's appearance in Pingdingshan and he no longer protected the protagonist of the westward journey. In other words, the current journey to the west was not for Tathagata, but for themselves.
, in order to find a way out.
"I, I, I, Buddha, can only calculate, how can ordinary people like us be able to figure it out?" For the first time, Tang Xuanzang found that he was a little upset when he was asked about a topic that should have been his best, so he could only be shameless.
He defended himself with an answer that he was not sure about.
"Really?" Xue Wusuan asked back, but there was no answer.
Seeing that Xue Wusuan seemed to have given up on talking to Tang Xuanzang, Sun Wukong came over and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What do you think? I'm curious about what the West looks like and want to go and see it."