Sun Wukong wants to bid farewell to Master Tripitaka, thus completely severing the relationship between master and disciple.
But Master Sanzang had an unhappy expression on his face. He said that he did not want Sun Wukong to be his disciple, and he wrote a derogatory note. Now when Sun Wukong was about to leave, he turned around.
.
He was unwilling to accept Sun Wukong’s great gift of bowing down and kneeling down.
He muttered in a low voice: "I am a good monk and I don't accept the salute of a monkey like you..."
When Sun Wukong saw Master Tripitaka ignoring him, he resorted to the method of external incarnation, plucking three hairs from the back of his head, blowing on the fairy air, and softly shouted: "Change!"
The words were just shouted out loud.
Those three hairs immediately transformed into three Sun Wukongs, and even his own four Sun Wukongs lined up in the four directions of heaven and earth, surrounded Master Tripitaka from all sides and forced him to bow down.
Master Tripitaka saw this scene and couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to accept Sun Wukong's worship.
His face looked a little unsightly.
After forcibly performing the farewell ceremony between master and disciple, Sun Wukong immediately stood up, waved his hand and put away the three hairs on the back of his head that had transformed into Sun Wukong, and put the three hairs back on the back of his head.
Just about to turn around and fly away.
Sun Wukong thought of something again, and then turned around, staring fixedly at Sha Wujing, who had a simple and honest face.
Give instructions carefully.
"Xian brother, you are a good disciple, but you need to be careful about what Bajie says in the future, and you must be more careful on the way. If a goblin catches the master for a moment, you can say that I am his great disciple."
"That Western hairy monster, after hearing my tricks, doesn't dare to hurt my master."
"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will definitely protect Master, so you can go with peace of mind." Sha Wujing reached out and patted his thick chest seriously, with a look of honesty and honesty on his face.
On the contrary, it was Master Sanzang who had an expression of displeasure and disgust on his face.
He turned his back and said to himself: "I am a good monk. I won't mention the name of a villain like you. Just go back."
When Sun Wukong saw Master Tripitaka like this, his expression was startled and he gave up completely.
I won’t continue to be entangled here.
He kicked off the ground with both feet and somersaulted up into the sky. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace. He flew at extremely high speeds, crossing vast mountains and rivers. No matter how wildly flying around him, he could not blow away the complicated thoughts and sorrows in his heart.
…
…
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Sun Wukong, who was a little confused, came back to his senses. Only then did he realize with horror that he had flown an unknown distance of light years and was still in the middle of Baihu Mountain.
"not good!"
"Someone with great supernatural powers is targeting my grandson!"
Sun Wukong suddenly raised his head and looked up.
He saw two flawless and beautiful fairy figures, standing quietly on the top of the mountain, lowering their heads slightly, staring at him.
One of the perfect immortal shadows was so mysterious and unpredictable. Just looking at it from a distance made him feel like he had seen the rules and order of the Lucky Avenue, as if the incarnation of the rules of the Avenue had arrived.
A noble and supreme title naturally came to mind: [Creation God].
As for the other immortal shadow with a much less beautiful appearance, it gave him a strange and paradoxical feeling of familiarity.
It was like the corpse demon White Bone Demon who was beaten to death by him not long ago.
"Are you...that corpse demon?" Sun Wukong couldn't help but ask. At the same time, his pair of furry hands subconsciously came together on his chest, making an ordinary Buddhist salute, and he respectfully saluted another mysterious fairy shadow and greeted: "
Sun Wukong pays homage to the senior creator god."
"Excuse me, stay flat." Duanmu Wan'er nodded calmly and said, turning her eyes, she noticed Sun Wukong's subconscious salute gesture to him, and opened her mouth to remind: "I do not exist in Western religions, and there is no need to use Western religions in the future.
Come and pay homage to this deity."
"Seeing that you have been trained by Western religions for more than five hundred years and have already formed instinctive etiquette in your body and mind, I will not hold you accountable for your etiquette sins this time and will not do it again."
Sun Wukong was startled when he heard the ethereal voice coming from above.
After reacting.
He quickly no longer saluted the Creator God with Buddhist etiquette, but used the most common and common kneeling ceremony to respectfully kowtow to the perfect fairy shadow and shouted: "Thank you, the Creator God, for your mercy."
, Sun Wukong is very grateful."
"Do you hate it?" Suddenly, Duanmu Wan'er asked such a question.
"Do I hate it?" Sun Wukong, who was kneeling respectfully on the ground, heard this question. The expression on his face was slightly startled, and he unconsciously clenched his furry palms tightly, and the memories of his more than five hundred years appeared in his mind.
All the memories since.
Five hundred years of torture and training.
Five hundred years of humiliation and ridicule.
It severely shattered his pride and arrogance as the Monkey King, the Monkey King. It disgraced him, made him worse than death, made him lose his rebelliousness, and also made him lose his freedom and dignity...
When Tang Sanzang, the tenth Buddha, reached out and took off the piece of Buddha verse.
After being suppressed and tortured for five hundred years, he unexpectedly felt grateful from the bottom of his heart to Buddhists.
But what surprised him even more was...
Just when he thought he had regained his freedom and dignity, a slave shackle collar was placed on his head, causing him to completely lose everything. Give him a glimmer of hope, and then plan to destroy it with his own hands.
This attack on his belief further shattered his unruly self-confidence and natural pride, just to make him understand a truth.
Sun Wukong is a dog from Buddhism.
If you call it, it will come, if you wave it, it will go. He can only bite whoever you let him bite.
Don't imagine that resistance and struggle don't matter.
"Do I hate it?" Sun Wukong murmured to himself softly. Deep in his pale golden eyes, a hint of strong resentment appeared. He murmured silently: "How can I humiliate a great enemy like this?
Don’t hate it!”
"But what can we do? After all, we can't break free from the shackles of slavery on our heads...!"
Think about it.
The traces of strong hatred emerging from the depths of Sun Wukong's eyes actually tended to dissipate and disappear.
Five hundred years of day and night torture and training and today's vicious slavery collar have left an indelible psychological shadow in his heart. Having lost his natural pride and unyielding faith, what is the difference between him and the walking dead now?
"You say you hate it, but in my eyes, you seem to be surrendering." Duanmu Wan'er still had a calm and calm posture, her eyes staring at the person kneeling in front of him.
Sun Wukong seemed to be talking to himself.
"You are not worthy of the title of Monkey King. You'd better take it."