When Sanzang and Monkey traveled thousands of miles and spent several months floating across the sea and set foot on the land of Nanzhan Buzhou, they couldn't help but feel as if they were in another world.
This time it was not a dream after all.
Buddhist scriptures are too true.
The monkey stuck out his tongue and looked at Sanzang.
Although Master's shoulders are empty, the pressure is not small at all.
Because what follows is not simply about subduing demons, but about convincing people's hearts.
In the real Tang Dynasty, Buddhism was spread.
Can it be successful?
The monkey felt anxious.
The people here don't seem to need Buddhism.
Along the way, they passed through villages and cities, but there were still robbers and bandits, corrupt officials, bullying of the weak, injustice and evil happening.
But generally speaking, the world is peaceful and peaceful, the kings are wise and the ministers are wise, the government is harmonious, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the dynasty is under the protection of the emperor, the gods and Buddhas are rare, and the demons dare not commit minor offences.
This is the true human atmosphere.
The monkey compared Xiniuhezhou and Nanzhanbuzhou, and gave cordial greetings to Tathagata.
Liar! Big liar! Humph!
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Without the spread of Buddhism, the mission cannot be accomplished. If Buddhism is spread, this place will not become the next Xiniu Hezhou, right?
Difficult to handle.
The monkey habitually wanted to scratch its ears and cheeks, but its shoulders were tilted under the pressure of the Buddhist scriptures, and it almost fell down.
For some reason, lately I feel that the scriptures are getting heavier and heavier.
It's not just a small mountain, it's literally hundreds of mountains stacked on top of each other.
"Wukong, let me be my master!"
Just as he was baring his teeth, Sanzang's gentle voice sounded. He stretched out his hand and took the Buddhist scriptures.
The monkey was puzzled: "Master, why are you so relaxed?"
Even if the master is the most powerful, capable of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and being indestructible, his absolute strength is not much greater than theirs.
The monkey felt extremely strenuous to read the sutra, but there was no reason why the other party didn't feel any pressure at all...
Tripitaka said: "You are burdened by the Dharma, and you are resistant and unwilling to accept it. You cannot bear the weight of this true sutra!"
As he spoke, the small mountain of Buddhist scriptures continued to shrink in Sanzang's hands, and finally turned into a golden book.
"Then Master, why do you want me to carry it?"
The monkey scratched his head and blurted out his doubts.
But before Sanzang could answer, the monkey's expression changed: "Is this a test? I failed? Master, you are not going to drive me away, are you?"
Sanzang shook his head: "Of course not, but Wukong, you have to ask yourself, why did you come to the Eastern Land of the Tang Dynasty with your master?"
"What am I for?"
The monkey thought of Sha Seng, Bajie and Xiao Bailong's torture before leaving. They had found themselves through the hardships along the way, but what about him?
From beginning to end, he didn't seem to have an obvious goal. He just followed Sanzang, was protected by his master along the way, and was captured by monsters. As time flew by, his fellow travelers all had their own destinations, but he couldn't even carry the Buddhist scriptures.
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The sky is vast, where is my home?
The more the monkey thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more painful he became. Suddenly he held his head and screamed miserably.
"Ah! Master, it hurts!"
The golden hoop on his head began to shrink, tightly constraining his head, and countless voices seemed to be heard in his ears.
There are the sounds of Buddha, Tao, and the sounds of heaven and earth.
It was as if the whole world was pressing down on my head.
"Wukong!"
Sanzang's expression changed, and he realized that the golden hoop was actually much stronger than he imagined. He reached out and grabbed it, trying to take it off.
But at the moment of contact, a huge force surged out and shook the palm open.
That power has exceeded the upper limit of Buddhism. Even if Tathagata is still there and at his peak, he cannot achieve this intensity.
"The way of heaven?"
"Heaven's imprisonment of the demon clan!"
Sanzang showed a look of surprise, finally understanding what kind of existence the golden hoop was.
It turned out to be Heaven's suppression of the demon clan, which materialized this golden hoop!
From this point of view, the monkey is restrained by the golden hoop and can still exert a fighting power that is not inferior to that of Bajie and Sha Seng. The real strength may be beyond everyone's expectations.
Unfortunately, Sanzang's external force was unable to help the monkey take off the shackles, and it seemed impossible for him to take them off himself.
Sure enough, the monkey tried various methods on the golden hoop, but it had no effect. He could only writhe on the ground in pain.
Gradually, he panted, emptied his mind, and stopped thinking about those problems. The pain in his head suddenly weakened until it disappeared.
When the monkey got up again, his temperament suddenly became docile, and he no longer had a beard. He silently came to Sanzang, lowered his head and whispered: "Master, I should memorize the Buddhist scriptures!"
Sanzang stared deeply at the monkey: "Wukong, what you want to realize should not be this kind of emptiness!"
The monkey trembled slightly: "Master, I am very good, I am really very good..."
Sanzang didn't say much, turned around, took the Buddhist scriptures and walked forward.
The monkey caught up.
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The atmosphere between master and disciple became even more oppressive, until one day, a dark cloud rumbled towards us in the distance.
It was no ordinary dark cloud. In the center was a giant whirlpool of strange colors. There were dozens of powerful figures inside, sitting, standing, or walking, forming a strange scene.
They are all top immortals.
Sanzang and Monkey couldn't help but stop.
Before, I praised the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty for not being influenced by gods and Buddhas. How could you be slapped in the face so quickly?
That's not right, these gods and gods don't seem to be here to teach the Taoist tradition, but rather to practice cultivation.
Practicing in the human dynasty in Nanzhan Province?
They didn't know that it was the alien space created by the Dragon Queen with two hundred sources of power when she sent Bleeding Shura to the lower realm.
This is a conspiracy.
Take the initiative to create a heavenly paradise where you can understand the adversity of gods and demons. Please enter the urn.
The goal of gods and demons in adversity is the way of all worlds, with all contracts and only one, and there is a database of all heavens in the source power, which is extremely attractive.
Hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening, taking advantage of the immortals' desire to break through their own realm, delayed it here. It was so long that the main plot was almost over, and I was still mesmerizingly comprehending it.
It will take a long time to attack the adversity of gods and demons with this method. Let alone a day, a month, dozens or even hundreds of years, it may not be possible to succeed. In this process, these gods and demons who are in seclusion are equivalent to losing their combat effectiveness.
, allowing the reincarnators to flourish.
Of course, there is no loss in standing on the side of the heavens.
Taking this opportunity, as long as we can achieve a few guards, it will not only defend the world in the future, but also help the overall situation at the critical moment of dominating the inheritance.
The greater the number of guards and patrols, the easier it is for the master's inheritance to fall into the hands of one's own people, rather than being tainted by the evil gods and demons that have separated from the main temple.
Both sides had their own gains and losses, but Sanzang and Monkey were stunned until a call came from above: "Why don't you two come up and talk?"
A corner of the dark clouds dispersed, and on a spiritual peak, two Taoists with immortal style were playing chess on the top of the mountain.
Sanzang looked to the left and recognized the person as Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortals. He had had a lively chat with him at a Dharma gathering and served him tea with his own hands.
The one on the right is very unfamiliar, but his aura is unfathomable, and he seems to be still above Zhen Yuanzi.
"Master?"
The monkey's hesitant voice came from behind him, and Sanzang was keenly aware that he was not calling him. When he looked sideways, he saw the monkey looking at the white-bearded old man on the right with tears in his eyes.
That was none other than Patriarch Bodhi. He looked at the monkey and gently stroked his beard: "Idiot! Idiot!"
But at this time, the monkey shook his head again, and the golden hoop tightened again. The severe pain caused his facial features to deform, and he muttered to himself: "No, I am not him. I am a Buddhist fighting and defeating Buddha. I should preach the scriptures honestly. Don't
If you think about it, it won’t hurt anymore! Ahhhhh!”
Along the way, he heard many scoldings from monsters and realized that he was not the unparalleled Monkey King, but just a Buddha created by Buddhism.
This is also the source of self-torture before. If I am not me, what is the point of existing?
Patriarch Bodhi seemed to have understood what he was thinking: "How do you know you are not him? If you don't want to give in, come and sit down with me!"
The monkey's eyes struggled again.
yield?
Or resist?
But is the result I get after resisting what I want to see?
It's better to just give in and keep going like this.
"Wukong, be yourself!"
At this moment, a hand touched the top of his head.
It's Sanzang's hand.
He grabbed the golden hoop again, but was also counterattacked by Heavenly Dao. A brilliant golden light glowed on his palm, but it dissipated in pieces.
"Master, let go!"
The monkey was frightened.
"Wukong, be yourself!"
Sanzang did not let go, and allowed his golden palm, which had been reshaped in the Golden Horn and Silver Horn disaster, to be washed into white bones by the power of heaven, then healed, and then turned into white bones again.
He stood in front of the monkey, like a harbor sheltered from the wind and rain, unmoving.
This determination deeply shocked the monkey.
And Patriarch Bodhi on the top of the mountain also took action to stop what Heaven had accomplished, regardless of the backlash.
"Master! Master!"
The monkey roared twice, abandoned all fear, turned over and jumped, and came to the seat of Patriarch Bodhi.
He saw a ruler.
Too familiar.
When he was preaching, Patriarch Bodhi picked up a ruler and struck it on the top of his head.
Now, just like back then, when Patriarch Bodhi struck, the monkey stepped forward without hesitation, while Tripitaka held on to the golden hoop.
All three in one!
Snap!
An indescribably brilliant radiance suddenly exploded. The nearest Zhen Yuanzi covered his eyes with his sleeves, unable to look directly. He could only faintly notice that the monkey's expression had completely changed.
Because the strike of the ruler is a sudden enlightenment, a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, and an opportunity to completely unfold the three glorious periods before your eyes like a picture scroll!
The first paragraph is Wu Zhiqi.
An ancient demon who competed with Dayu for supremacy and had the ideal to establish the Demon Court.
He is also the great disciple of Patriarch Bodhi.
The second section is about the four monkeys.
The last spirit of the demon clan, Suo Zhong, defied the will of heaven and was born into the world.
However, the chimpanzee and the red-necked horse monkey were finally lost to the public, and only the bright stone monkey and the six-eared macaque competed in the world, becoming saints both internally and externally.
In the third paragraph, he...
Wearing a golden hoop, you can't defeat the monsters every time, but you have to go around asking for help to defeat the Buddha?
"No, I am transformed by Tao Fruit!"
The monkey murmured to himself, finally understanding everything.
Five hundred years ago, although the Monkey King was wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace and fighting against gods and demons, his Taoism and Fruition were not perfect and still had some flaws.
So, in the bet with the six-eared macaque, the six-eared macaque transformed into a Tathagata and sat in Lingshan. The Lingming Stone Monkey accumulated the Tao Fruit and became this monkey. He carried the golden hoop all the way, bound by the heaven and the earth, and traveled eastward to spread the scriptures.
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Dancing with the shackles, let the Taoist fruit in its purest state go through a sutra-transmitting journey that is favored by heaven and earth.
If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't be able to catch the tiger's cubs. Practicing in this way has exceeded expectations and is in the process of being cleaned up.
Traveling to the west is to enter the Buddha; traveling against the west is to find myself.
Looking back now, have you found it?
"Hahaha!"
The monkey jumped up and laughed heartily.
Even though he was still restrained by the golden hoop, the power of Heaven's Dao surged in like a tide, causing him to continue to grin with pain, but he still laughed and laughed wildly!
Fighting against the Buddha?
Damn the fighting Buddha!
The sky is vast, where is my home?
Nowhere!
Jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements!
"Master, I, the old grandson, have to go!"
Sanzang released his palm, Bodhi took back his ruler, and the monkey bowed to the two mentors and jumped up.
Before the golden hoop was taken off, it started to vibrate more and more violently.
But the monkey had already somersaulted and jumped towards the sky. Even if it was forced to fall under the restraint of the golden hoop, it didn't care and jumped up again.
One by one, he broke through the high mountains, tumbling on the high mountains, breaking through the sea of clouds, swimming in the sea of clouds, breaking through the sky wall, and lingering at the sky wall.
Higher and higher.
Higher and higher.
The tribulations and troughs along the way turned into the most precious resources, allowing him to rise infinitely, becoming more and more stalwart, and finally standing firm in the world.
The top of your head is dry and your feet are stepping on the earth, and there are thousands of autumns and thousands of springs!
The golden hoop on his forehead had been stretched to the extreme at this time, and finally began to tremble, and fine cracks appeared one after another.
The way of heaven is no longer supported.
From the suppression of prosperity to the crumbling, it is just an epiphany to see oneself clearly.
This is the Great Sage!
This is detachment!
"God's way, I, Old Sun, will make you convinced!"
The monkey roared, jumped up, and this time somersaulted up, jumping directly out of the human world and into the heaven.
There is absolutely no problem in confronting Heaven and venting your anger on Heaven.
It's absolutely fine to vent your anger on Heaven and fight the Jade Emperor.
Ever since, the first thing the monkey did when he regained his divine power was to raise the extremely thick Ruyi golden cudgel, aim it at the Nantian Gate and plunge it down wildly.
For a time, countless miserable howls sounded.
Lingxiao Palace.
The Jade Emperor summoned his ministers to discuss how to resolve the war in Lihentian. Those gods and demons were so presumptuous that they regarded heaven as nothing. The Jade Emperor was very angry.
Just when he was about to once again prove that his orthodox status was inviolable, the frightened voices of the four heavenly kings suddenly came: "Your Majesty, that monkey is attacking again!"
All the ministers changed their expressions, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Taibai Jinxing didn't believe it, so he specifically checked: "Which monkey is it?"
The four heavenly kings were about to cry: "Which monkey can there be? It's him, it's him, it's him! The Monkey King is here again!"
The one who really wanted to cry was the Jade Emperor. He sat on the throne, his lips trembled slightly, covered his mouth with his sleeves, tried hard to maintain the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven, and quietly uttered two words: