Fantasy World Transmigration

Xuanzang tied her luggage to her body. When she finally picked up the body of Miss Duan, a book suddenly slipped from her arms. Xuan Zang took a moment and picked up the familiar yellow-skinned songbook from the ground. Seeing that the songbooks that have been reworked are ragged, the different pieces are spliced ​​together in a mess.

Stroking the tattered skin of the songbook, it seems to be able to see, Miss Duan, who does not know the word, in the daytime, in the night, in the moonlight, it will be put up a little bit.

A few drops of water, silently falling, wet the songbook.

He did not see the reincarnation behind him looking at the unpredictable gaze of the song, but carefully put the songbook in his arms, holding Miss Duan, and turned away from here. He tied the Miss Duan behind his back and took down Wuzhishan. .

It was a mountain and a mountain. This time, it was even more difficult. Xuanzang buried Ms. Duan in front of the unknown old temple. She was facing the vast Buddha who was boundless and returned to the city.

In front of the broken wall, there was a lot of ink paintings on the top. It was a monkey with a stick, and the face was stunned, licking his teeth, standing on top of the sky, scorning the gods on the far side of the boundless cloud. There are still paintings, but on the beautiful island of the sea, a beautiful stone.

An ignorant monkey amongst a group of monkeys, a sacred monkey with a phoenix-winged crown, an absurdly lawless violent demon monkey.

Xuan Zang out of Shinto: “Master, is this Sun Wukong?”

In front of him, the fat monk who painted on the painting wall put down the brush and turned back: “Yes, this is the king of the demon, Sun Wukong. Xuanzang, you see him this time, can you harvest?”

“The harvest is great!” Xuanzang said: “With his help, I have influenced the fish demon, the pig demon, and accepted them as disciples. There are two demons in the world, and two more people who are really atonement. I also understood my mind and met a person I really liked, loved, hurt, obsessed, and realized that I eventually lost her.”

“You haven’t failed this time… How do you understand the real power behind the “Three Songs of Children’s Songs”?” The fat monk is said with a slight smile.

Xuan Zang said: “Yes, I didn’t fail this time. But the cost of success is too cruel!”

He suddenly burst into tears: “If you can, I would rather come back. Why? Master, why? Why can’t I do anything, why, I can’t help but tempted? Why do people I love, bear such a price? Is it only heart? You can’t hurt other people.

“Master!” He looked up and looked at the big monk who was messing around. He said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Know!” The monk sighed: “Love!”

“Not this problem, Master!” Xuanzang wanted to explain, but the fat monk still interrupted him.

“Know, Baoda!”

“Master, don’t make trouble!”

“Save my mom!”

“Shizu has long since passed away!”

“Not about!”

Xuan Zang finally couldn’t help: “Master, I am talking to you seriously!”

“I am also answering you in a serious way!” The fat monk folded his hands together and sighed: “I don’t regret it!”

Xuanzang looked at him with a strange look, numb: “Do you know what I am asking? Master?”

Fat big monk said with a slight smile : “Answer, it doesn’t matter, the process is important. You ask yourself, do you really need my answer? Or when you ask for an exit, you already have an answer in your heart?”

Xuanzang couldn’t help but use his head to hit the wall. He said: “I understand what I am missing, but Master, I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t choose, I don’t dare to go. Yes! I can’t stand the heavy responsibility of Mastering, Master, Disciple! You choose the wrong person!”

The fat monk raised him and comforted him: “No, Master didn’t pick the wrong person, you just… still a little bit worse.”

The fat monk pointed to the painting wall: “This Sun Wukong, formerly known as the Supreme Treasure, is a mountain thief king, because offended a female devil named Chun Tia Niang, that is the peach blossom landing, the head is not guaranteed spring thirteen Because this mountain village was slaughtered, he liked a woman named Bai Jingjing, the Junior Sister of the Spring Thirteen.”

“The devil’s head Bai Jingjing swept him back to their lair, the master of Chun Tsiang Niang and Bai Jingjing, and the silk hole in which Pansi Daxian lived. Under the yin of the wrong, Pansi Daxian believed that the Supreme Bao and her had a destiny. The reason is that they have a marriage contract. But Supreme believes that they like Baijingjing. The Asura field between mentoring and apprenticeship begins.”

“In the end, in order to go back to find Bai Jingjing, the Supreme Treasure deceived Pansi Daxian and let her fall into the hands of another big scorpion, that is, the Great Sage – the demon king!”

“At the last moment, Bai Jingjing finally let the Supreme Master know the people he really likes, but it is too late. Chun Tsao Niang found them and killed the Supreme and White Jingjing. Pansi Daxian, swearing in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the following life, at the expense of protecting the people, finally resurrected, become a demon with the power – Sun Wukong.”

“But in the end, Sun Wukong still couldn’t save Pansi Daxian, so she finally died in her arms. Because of the shackles of the oath, the headache was cracked, and the body of her lover was lost, and it fell into the flames. In this extreme anger and resentment, it killed the demon king, and it also reincarnate as a demon. Finally, it decided to abandon its vows and find revenge on the Guanyin Bodhisattva. It became a magical boundless demon. ”

“That is, the king of the demon – Sun Wukong!”

“No wonder he hates me so much!” Xuanzang said: “Is the person he wants to protect, is it me?”

The fat monk nodded: “Yes! It’s you!”

“孽缘!” Xuanzang sighed: “So, is this the source of Sun Wukong’s magic? He became a demon because of me, and made me feel the pain of losing love. He is trying to make Do I understand his grief and helplessness on the day?”

The fat monk sighed: “Yes! He is a demon because of you, so you lose love because of him, and finally you need to use the magic of his heart.”

“But he is very demon and understands everything.” Xuanzang shook his head: “Not good flicker… I mean, probation.”

“Yeah! The demon is afraid to meet the kind of heart that understands.” The fat monk said with a smile: “But fortunately he was sealed in Wuzhishan, so you have a chance. But be careful of his blackmail.”

The fat monk turned back and saw Xuan Zang looking at him with suspicion. He scolded: “What are you doing with me?”

Xuan Zang asked: “Master, I was thinking, is Sun Wukong really suppressed by seal?”

“That is of course, you have seen him! Not sealed by the cracks, where is it so honest?” the fat monk replied.

“The seal will not be bad?” Xuanzang still has some doubts.

The fat monk waved: “That is the seal that the Buddha personally suppressed. Is it really bad? No! It is there, even an ant can’t hurt. It’s very harmless! If he is dangerous, how can I let it?” Are you going to find him?”

Xuanzang asked: “But I saw with my own eyes that he killed a demon person who went to exorcism to death, so ferocious.”

“Is this the case?” The fat monk did not dare to look directly at Xuanzang’s eyes, and turned his head as if nothing had happened. Xuanzang squinted: “I saw it with my own eyes and it is very reliable.”

“That must be the seal is loose!” The fat monk said with emotion: “Five hundred years. The heavens are all New Year! Is the seal loose, is it normal?”

Xuanzang is still suspicious. He asked: “I mean, was Sun Wukong really ruined by the Buddha? Is it just a civil mediation, and then compensated him for a five-finger mountain mountain Cave Mansion? ?”

“Who said it!” The fat monk jumped like a stepped tail, complexion greatly changed: “There is no such thing! The demon monkey was born to the country of Flower Fruit Mountain. What is rumor, Guanyin Bodhisattva The Dojo Mountain in the South China Sea is not a Flower Fruit Mountain.”

“Xuan Zang, you have to talk about the evidence!”

He said in the negative test.

“Master, this is not my business!” Xuanzang said: “I just asked, is it really sealed? Where is the key to the seal?”

“Of course he was sealed. I want to be in the same year, I personally… I mean that Buddha personally used the big day to come to the scriptures, knocked it down from the sky, five fingers into the mountains, and suppressed it there. It is true, absolutely true, no False words!” The fat monk replied without looking back, and there was still a hint of anxiety in his tone.

“The key to the seal? It is the lotus flower at the hole. Remember, thousands of absolutely can’t pull out the lotus flower.” The fat monk pushed him out and said: “Probation Sun Wukong, save the world.” Give it to you! Don’t let the Master down, go! Go! Don’t let Wukong wait for him!”

He pushed Xuan Zang out and waved: “Go!”

“Master, why don’t you say it early!” Xuan Zang mouth whispered: “Why didn’t you say it last time, why isn’t that important thing, why didn’t you say it last time? Hey?… Master.” Xuan Zang headed a shoe and watched To the fat monk who had taken off the second shoe, Xuanzang had to run away.

……

The magician looked at Chen Xuanzhen, who was opposite, and said seriously: “Is this the case?”

Xuanzang nodded: “That’s the way, Sun Wukong is enchanted by this. Now, after my Master’s instructions, we finally found a way to influence him. So I want to borrow the face mirror from you and let Sun Wukong return to the past. Untie the source of everything.”

Zhuang Yifan has been numb, and he murmured: “Supreme treasure, Bai Jingjing, Zixia fairy… No, it is Pansi Daxian. How familiar is this plot?”

“Make a wish to the Guanyin Bodhisattva, go to save the Zixia Fairy…” Abe’s face is stiff and stiff: “This fucking can be? Round!”

“The original Westward Demonstration is actually a sequel to the Westward Journey!” Hans is half-baked.

“It’s very reasonable!” Viking Dahan Mark said: “The same director, still the same subject, no problem!”

Wukong sat on the cloud and looked at them. He spoke: “How can I not know, I still have such a past?”