Fantasy World Transmigration

Xuanzang fell to the ground with powerlessness, a pair of hands on the ground, a wound that was rubbed, a burning pain, between the past and the life and the memory of the half-dream and half-awake, said weakly: “So will this be?”

Xuanzang raised his hands and looked at his constantly shaking, bruised palms, and looked up to see the golden monkey, the monkey standing on the ruins with a stick, a feeling of exhaustion from the heart. If the tide hits.

“Buddha… lost!”

Xuanzang is speechless.

Wukong came toward him and said: “Your method, weak and weak, is far less powerful than the original version of Gautama. I thought that at the beginning, the old grandson also interrupted the old man of Sakyamuni before he was the third world Immortal God. Respectfully, it is said to be a victory over the Buddha! Although there are reasons for the release of Sakyamuni, there is also a gift from the master of my hand, the god of the world, the god of the gods.

“But this is the name of He Huwei, and it is also my Sun Wukong, a stick and a stick!”

At this time, Zhuang Yifan completely gave up the deep thoughts of Wukong’s subtexts revealing these things. He was only a dream, and he was ridiculously ridiculous. He was sluggish: “When God is fighting War God Buddha… but From another point of view, this setting is really very special!”

“Buddha… will it be defeated?” Xuanzang looked up.

“Of course…” Wukong said: “No one in this world is unbeaten. You can’t accept the Buddha as a god, of course you can’t accept his failure, but Shakya was originally just a person. At the beginning, he still When he was not a Buddha, there was a discipline who betrayed him, was refuted by the Sixth Division of the outer road, and was expelled by Brahman. Even if he became a Tao, when the country of the country of Sakyamuni was destroyed by foreign troops and the Sakyamids were massacred. Not powerless?”

“When Sakyam became a god Buddha, he will not be defeated, nor will he be defeated.”

“It is these Mahayana disciplines that have brought him to the altar. Since then, there has been no Sakyamuni, only one Buddha is left. But if…not Gautama!”

“So Shakya can be defeated to me. This is his tolerance and generosity. It is the slogan of my fight against the Buddha. If you can’t defeat it… A defeated Sakyamuni, and a clay puppet on the altar. Even if failure is not allowed, who is closer to enlightenment?”

Wukong sighed: “So your Buddha’s Palm is just that!”

“Even if you have a peerless mana, what can you still save?” Wukong faintly looked at Xuan Zang: “This is the second lesson I want to teach you, facing reality. Shakya is facing reality, so he is a big man.” The conscious person chose to evade some things and chose to face something. If you can do anything, you will lift him too high, and it will not come down, so facing this reality, you can do nothing, and you will not become numb. “”

“Is it hard to admit that I can’t do it?” Wukong asked.

“Like you, you have a great mana, you have Buddha’s Palm, but you are still defeated!”

Xuan Zang is speechless, and Wukong continues: “Because you don’t admit that you can’t do anything, you can see all kinds of injustices, injustices, grievances, and hatreds in the world. There are all kinds of excuses, all kinds of lies, deceptions: good cause and bad consequences, reincarnation. It is because the Buddha is powerless, but it is said that all beings are self-sufficient.”

“Because sitting in this world of injustice, injustice, anger, hatred and other hardships, this is powerless, can only escape, but you are said to be omnipotent, so that powerless, it becomes insensitive. Because refused to admit this Insensitive to numbness, there are all kinds of lies, saying that all beings are self-sufficient, and the Buddha is still omnipotent, sad. Ridiculous!”

“The reason why I stand in front of you is to destroy the faith of your life.” Wukong coldly asked: “I will ask you…”

“Chen Xuanyuan, I only ask you today, Buddha, can’t save the beings?”

Xuanzang’s hands clasped together, and it was difficult: “The Buddha’s Dharma can save all beings!”

Wukong continued to ask: “Then tell me how to save?”

“As long as everyone has a compassionate heart, as long as everyone converts to Dharma, there will be no bitterness in the world!” Xuanzang looked up under the mighty power of Wukong.

“I don’t want to be obedient, I don’t know how to be obsessed!” Wukong hated the iron and said: “Well, I will let you see the truth today!” Wukong jumped and jumped to the old temple before the grave. Five thousand miles next door, almost destroyed, but this old temple is still intact.

Wukong looked at Xuan Zang as the grave of Miss Duan, sneered, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it. In Xuanzang’s screaming, “Don’t!”, the tomb of Miss Duan was picked up.

A dry bone, dressed in the clothes of Miss Duan, lying there quietly.

The magician frowned. “How could it be so fast?” Zhuang Yufan also frowned. “Sun Wukong What do you want to do?”

Xuanzang sighed and rushed forward. He pulled the soil with his hands and feet and hugged the bones in his arms. He said to Wukong: “What else do you want to do? You clearly said that it will not imply innocence. She is already dead. How are you still? Is it necessary to make her frustrated, and you are happy, only to prove that your Buddha can not save the madness of all beings?”

Wukong did not refute, just coldly said: “Look again!”

He pointed to Xuan Zang’s arms, and there was a bone in it. Xuanzang only felt a sinking in his arms. He looked down and saw a white jade carved Guanyin Bodhisattva image. I don’t know when, I have replaced the bones, lying on him. In the arms. Wukong continued: “Chen Xuanyuan, why don’t you think about it, why would anyone see you at first sight, and you will never change your mind.”

“Why would someone be obsessed with your cold words?”

“Why does Miss Duan like you, why is it that the flying ring will definitely fall in your hands? Do you really believe that it is because of your courage? You really believe that an ordinary exorcist can make a concerted effort. Out of the “Da Ri Ru Ru Jing”? Do you really believe that there will be love in the world for no reason, no death?”

Wukong and Zhuang Yifan have the same voice: “Unless, this is destined!”

“The fate is destined to be a girl who will fall in love with you. It is destined that she will die in your arms. It is destined to be the master of the matter!” Wukong calmly said: “So, what is life?”

Xuanzang stared at the white jade Guanyin in his arms and listened to Wukong in his ear: “Miss Duan is just a singer of Guanyin Bodhisattva, your love is destined. Her smile One sad and one tear, although sincerely sincere, but what is her true heart?”

“In contrast, your heart, what is it?”

“Do you love Guanyin Bodhisattva?” Wukong saw Xuan Zang’s face horrified and then asked: “What is that lady?”

“Now, you tell me, as one of the mortal beings, how did the Buddha save you? Is Miss Duan a living being?” Wukong asked:

Xuan Zang’s questioning from Sun Wukong, the look from the very beginning, then sad, and finally even with a trace of wood, he pondered for a long time, feeling his own Zen heart, crumbling, he could not help but want to hate Missing her own paragraph, she couldn’t help but think of the cute and poor graffiti behind the truth.

He asked himself: “Because the heart is more than heart, is Miss Duan cheating me? Is her love false?” Xuanzang gave a negative answer. In that illusion, he saw it as never before. I also saw the heart of Miss Duan. At this time, Xuanzang released the white jade Guanyin in his hand and folded his hands together. He got up and left the cemetery without any attachment or hesitation. He asked Wukong: “Mr. Sun, can I ask you a question?”

Wukong said: “You ask! I try to answer you.”

Xuan Zang calmly looked up and asked: “Miss Duan, where have you been?”

Wukong said: “The fate of the origin, the combination of the cause, there will be a day of dispersal, for you, Miss Duan is dead.”

“So what is Miss Duan for Bodhisattva?” Xuanzang continued to ask.

Wukong said with a smile : “A trace of trouble!”

“I understand!” Xuanzang closed his eyes and thanked Wukong: “Thank you Mr. Sun!”

The magician suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the mirror in his hand. He looked down and saw that the shadow of Sun Wukong in the mirror was still brilliant and bright, but the silhouette of Xuanzang was divided into two, and the monk of Muran’s chanting was facing away. A Xuan Zang who is crying in the sky, the two shadows are getting clearer and clearer.

The magician said with amazement: “Sun Wukong has no second heart, but Xuanzang has born two hearts!”

Buddha’s Palm’s suspicion after the defeat of Buddha, the sorrow of Miss Duan’s fate, the questioning of Sun Wukong’s voice, the questioning of whether it can save the uneasiness of all beings, the fate of the life, the sadness of life, the love of life, but the troubles The guilt, the memory of the previous life of Jin Zizi and the pain of the battle between the heavens and the human beings in this life, and all these kinds of things, forced the madness of Zen heart to shake!

Under the Wuzhi Mountain, in the world where the Mirror Flower Water Moon is reflected in the old temple, there are five non-existent, strange beads in the strange state seem to have sensed the mysterious heart, the chaotic emotions, the silky Emotions, like these five beads meet.

The magician sensed this change, and suddenly the complexion has been changed: “Not good !”

Zhuang Yufan and others have turned back and saw the magician lose one’s head out of fear: “How could this be? Why are the five magic beads all spurred by Xuanzang?”

“What five magic beads?” asked Zhuang Yufan frowning.

The magician’s face is stunned. The five magic beads are derived from the gods’ mysterious world, the ten magic beads of the Yuanzu’s demon magical division, and the magician’s squad has paid an unimaginable price when they experienced the world of the gods. Take away three magic soldiers and five magic beads that have not yet formed a magic soldier.

The magician came to the Westward to demolish the world, just want to use the magic beads and the different devils, and their team worked hard to collect the world’s Heart Demon, such as Fengyun, Huofengyuan and other worlds, with Qilin’s magic blood, different magic, and cultivated more mysterious The five magic beads, igniting the magical thoughts of Xuan Zang, Zhu Gangzhen, Sha Wujing, Sun Wukong, etc., together with the demon mirror, put their two hearts on the magic beads, so that they can eliminate these four former Immortal God The two hearts, get a lot of rewards, and can harvest five pieces of world-shaking magic soldiers.

The reason why I dare to kill the Great Sage Equal of Heaven is to use the magic soldier to send out a Great Sage Equal of Heaven with only a madness and no sense of reason. Only in this way can we shun the Great Sage Equal of Heaven.

But the only thing they miscalculated is the true strength of Wukong.

At this moment, Xuanzang awakened Jin Zizi’s ninth Zen heart, but was shaken by Wukong. When the magic is blazing, the amazing magic thoughts of this ninth Zen heart actually surpassed the magician’s imagination and broke through the magic. The division’s ban, which triggered the instinct of the magic beads, triggered the five magic beads to respond in one fell swoop.

On the back of Jin Zizi’s ninth Zen heart, the back of the ninth magical thoughts, the metamorphosis of the two hearts, is about to take out the mysterious within the body, turned into a stunning head.

The magician is sweating and can’t be channeled: “How is it possible? Xuan Tiandi is close to Divine Martial, and only one magic bead can be born. According to our calculations, only two magic beads can accommodate it. The devil’s devil. Why does Chen Xuan’s magicality lead to five magic beads, which can’t be accommodated, or even to be controlled by Chen Xuanzang’s two hearts?”

“The original birth, it should be five different magic beads, and there is no reason, not this is controlled by the two hearts, but also retains the body intelligence, five magic beads!”

But at this time, it is too late to say anything!

Five magic beads shot Mirror Flower Water Moon, after entering the mysterious brain, a delicate and pretty beautiful, gentle and graceful, wearing a white moon, a pair of eyes are very smart, as if you can see the young 僧 phantom, behind Xuanzang, Against him.

Behind the seemingly astounding eyes, there is endless madness.

A magic bead is put into his hand and turned into a nine-ring tin cane, one turned into a purple gold cymbal, one turned into a koi, and one magic body pinned by him, turning phantom into essence, one turned into Ink relic, hanging behind his head. The monks walked out of the void and walked slowly. Every move was not elegant and calm.

He started talking: “Small 僧 僧 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 三 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , burial place, burial!”

After all, one palm cover, Tang San funeral said with a smile: “Let this poor monk, for the funeral!”

The body of the magic beads is unusually tall, but the giant palm of the mana condensation almost covers the peak of the Wuzhishan Mountain. Ampere is screaming and screaming, and there are eight hundred Shikigami, Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, who want to resist, but where is Tang San Under the burial of one palm, the speed of the gods’ defeat, the fast Abe was caught off guard, and the horror was screaming, and it was taken as a meat sauce.

Shikigami carried the blood essence and broke out, and was devoured by Tang San.

Wukong At this time, he sighed in front of Xuan Zang: “I am not the king of the demon, because I have not been a demon. But you, but really gave birth to a demon – the king of the demon!”

“Don…three…buried!”