Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 126

The weather is fine, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the wind is blowing softly. Sheyang is memorizing the outline of the story in the room, and Monkey King is sitting at the side with his eyes closed, and suddenly feels a special breath, getting closer and closer, as if a fairy is coming up.This smell is very familiar, if I guessed correctly, the person who came should be Jin Chanzi.Sun Wukong glanced at Sheyang who was lying on the ground writing, looked around, thought that since Jin Chanzi found him, he couldn't live here any longer, and said to Sheyang, "I have something to go out, so you don't need to look for me."

Sheyang only cares about writing and writing, not caring about what Monkey King is going to do, remembering that he still has a candy man in his arms to give to Monkey King, and wants to wait for him to come back before it is too late to deliver, so he said: "Go early and come back early!" He continued to bow his head and write.How did Sheyang know that this farewell was a farewell forever, the candy man was not sent out in the end, and if many things were not done immediately, there would never be a chance.

Monkey King walked out of the Earth Temple, soared into the clouds, caught Jin Chanzi's breath from the wind, and ran towards Jin Chanzi to meet him.

A cloud floated from the western sky, and a young monk stood on the cloud, with picturesque features and extraordinary handsomeness, smiling at Monkey King. "Wukong, long time no see, how have you been?" The monk clasped his hands together.

"It's been years, time flies, but Master is still very handsome." Sun Wukong also put his hands together, "But Wukong is old."

It was Jin Chanzi who came. Jin Chanzi was practicing nearby. When he received the news from Drifting that Sun Wukong was here, he hurried over.

"It's not that I'm old, it's that I've grown up." Jin Chanzi put down his hands and looked Sun Wukong up and down, "I remember you never called me master but bald before, aren't you grown up now?"

Sun Wukong laughed, "Master still holds grudges?"

Jin Chanzi also laughed.

The two lowered their heads and walked side by side on the grass, chatting while walking.Sun Wukong said: "After I left, everything was thanks to Master's care, and Wukong was very grateful." Jin Chanzi said: "Why thank you, I have been looking for you since you disappeared. If Drifting told me that you were here, would you still be here?" I don’t know when I will find it, Wukong, I have something to tell you.” Sun Wukong looked at the great rivers and mountains around him, and said, “If you persuade me to go back, you don’t have to open your mouth. I’m tired of fame and status.” Jin Chanzi paused Suddenly, he seemed to be making up his mind, "What I want to talk about is about Zhenjun Erlang."

Monkey King stopped in his tracks, turned his gaze back to fix on Jin Chanzi, and quietly clenched his hands on both sides of his body into fists.

"Oh." Jin Chanzi sighed before saying anything.

Sun Wukong suddenly became nervous, and his heart beat fast.

"I really don't know where to start." Jin Chanzi opened Sun Wukong's clenched hand and smoothed it out, "Do you still remember that I set up an illusion in the No. 19 hell of the underworld to stop you?"

Sun Wukong nodded stiffly.

"Then do you still remember what happened in the illusion?"

In the illusion, for a long time, Yang Jian agreed with him to go to the fourth realm together after the end of the battle between gods and demons. Yang Jian played music and read love poems to him. Sun Wukong dared not forget these things for a moment.It is painful because I remember too clearly.Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and nodded again.

"I set up an illusion back then, and I didn't want to peek into people's privacy. I didn't know what you experienced in the illusion. I thought it was just with Zhenjun Erlang. Later, when I saw you in such pain, I couldn't help feeling anxious, so I cast the spell again and watched it again. The scene in the illusion. It took me many years to successfully see it." Jin Chanzi frowned slightly, "Wukong, Erlang Zhenjun played music with water drops and grass in the illusion, have you never doubted this?"

"Doubt what?"

"Why did he play the tune for you?" Jin Chanzi was still puzzled when he saw Sun Wukong, and the closer he got to the heart, the less he could see the truth. He asked clearly, "Can his tune control people's mind?"

Sun Wukong was shocked suddenly.

In the early days of the war between gods and demons, he supported Hua Shi'e to attack Hua Yan. Before coming, a handsome god was playing a tune in the field. Sun Wukong listened to it and praised it, what a powerful spell. It's inferior, not as good as Jin Chanzi's "Spring Breeze Smile".

Jin Chanzi's voice came into his ears clearly: "Zhenjun Erlang's mind control skills are not much worse than mine. I have tried many ways to prove it. I asked Junior Brother Subhuti to help me figure it out. In addition to controlling, there is another person in control."

Sun Wukong stared into Jin Chanzi's eyes in astonishment.

"That person is Erlang God Yang Jian."

Monkey King finally understood what Jin Chanzi wanted to say, and he remembered the idea that came to him when he saw the writing on the amulet.

"If the illusion is controlled by Zhenjun Erlang instead of your own imagination, then everything that happens in the illusion may be what Zhenjun Erlang wants you to experience."

Sun Wukong heard his own heartbeat, "plop", "plop", so loud, the heart that hadn't felt anything since Yang Jian's death seemed to come alive.

If meeting in the fourth realm is true...

He didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't help thinking about it.

"Unfortunately, this is only a possibility. Although the illusion is controlled by Zhenjun Erlang, no one can figure out which things in the illusion are set by Zhenjun and which are imagined by yourself, so whether the fourth world exists is still a mystery .”

"No! The fourth realm must exist!" Sun Wukong shouted, took out the amulet from his arms, and held it in front of Jin Chanzi, "I cast a spell in the illusion and wrote it, and it appeared when it came into the water. Look!"

Sun Wukong pointed to the sky with his right hand, and the clouds gathered at his fingertips, swirling around his index finger, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and the clouds at his fingertips turned into rain and fell. There was a loud bang, lightning split the sky, heavy rain poured down, and Jin Chanzi was soaked immediately.Looking through the vast rain curtain, Monkey King is laughing wildly in the pouring rain, looking crazy, as if possessed by a demon.

"Look! Look!"

"Being accompanied by the king...suffering and joyful..." Jin Chanzi whispered the words that appeared on the amulet.

"It's true! It's true!" Sun Wukong seemed to have gone crazy, holding up the amulet and jumping on the ground, shouting and laughing.

"There is no substitute...never leave, never forget..." Jin Chanzi stared at the amulet intently.

"If it's an illusion, how can the characters still exist?" Sun Wukong jumped in front of Jin Chanzi, grabbed his monk's sleeve, and said with a ferocious face, "Take me to the fourth realm!" Sun Wukong's eyes were red and throbbing. Looking at the violently burning flames, the muscles on his face were twitching because of the excitement.

Jin Chanzi pressed Sun Wukong's hand and shook his head, "There is only one person in the entire Three Realms who knows how to get to the Fourth Realm, and that person is Zhenjun Erlang." Jin Chanzi watched as the flames in Sun Wukong's eyes went out bit by bit , Seeing his energy fly away bit by bit, even though he couldn't bear it, he still gritted his teeth and said, "I'm telling you this to tell you that no matter whether Yang Jian's soul flies away or he goes to the fourth realm, you will always be there." There is no way to see him again, so Wukong, forget about him, you have your own life.” Jin Chanzi pulled Sun Wukong’s shoulders, making him look at him, “Wujing told me that you are collecting polar sun. Baby’s soul, do you want Zhenjun’s body to move again? So what if you can do it? Zhenjun’s soul is gone, is a body what you want?”

Sun Wukong didn't speak, and his expression slowly returned to normal.

"Wukong, stop, stop collecting souls, let them reincarnate."

Sun Wukong sat on the ground slumped, looking at the clear sky where the rain had cleared and the clouds had cleared, he was in a daze.After a while, he took out the soul-gathering bag from his bosom and threw it to Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi caught it, loosened the silk thread, and transparent souls flew out of the soul-gathering bag. For a while, there was a gloomy wind blowing all around, and the ghostly atmosphere was overwhelming. After cupping tea, all the souls went to the underworld to reincarnate.

"Master, what do you think is the meaning of life?" Sun Wukong looked at the white clouds in the sky changing with the wind.

"Everyone is different. Maybe the meaning of life is to find the meaning of life." Jin Chanzi waved his hand, and the white clouds in the sky condensed into a smiling face.

"Does this sentence mean that if you don't look for it, life is meaningless?" Sun Wukong shot a golden light from his eyes, covering Bai Yun's condensed smiling face, and the smiling face disappeared instantly. "Life is no fun, and death is the only way to be free. Sun Wukong has no father and no mother, and the spirit of heaven and earth is born. I often wonder what the purpose of my life is. Recently, I figured it out. In fact, I live to find Yang Jian."

"What happens after you find it?" Jin Chanzi said, "Maybe Zhenjun has lost his memory and forgotten you, maybe his three souls and seven souls are incomplete and sans sanity, maybe his personality and appearance have changed, maybe he got married and had children at all, maybe he is no longer Yang Jian, Wukong, don’t say you can’t find it, so what if you find it? It’s enough for us to have a lot of things once, why bother to insist on permanence?”

"Master, you know who I am. Since I was a child, I have always wanted to do what I want to do. If I can't do it, I will feel uncomfortable. I can't let it go. I have suffered a lot because of it. Later, I found that the world's 'let go' "There are too many people, and there is a shortage of people who can't let go" like me. I don't know if I can find him, and I don't know what will happen after I find him. I only know one thing, Sun Wukong must find Yang Jian. Otherwise you can't live."

"But..." Jin Chanzi wanted to say something more, but Sun Wukong interrupted, "You are right, especially right, but I just don't want to listen to you, if I am wrong this time, I will be wrong to the end. There are so many people in this world besides Yang Jian, they are all very good, very good, but I just don’t want it, I fell in love with one person, it’s for the rest of my life. In my life, I have won the world for my brothers and won for monsters Freedom, now, it's time to think about yourself and do something for yourself."

Monkey King stood up, straightened his gray clothes, patted the grass leaves on his buttocks, his eyes glowed again, and strode forward.

"Where are you going?" Jin Chanzi's worried voice followed him.

"The No. 19 Hell of the Underworld. Yang Jian disappeared there. I will go there to see if there are any clues. If I am lucky enough to find the entrance to the Fourth Realm, I will destroy the No. 19 Hell before I leave and restore the order of the Three Realms." without confusion."

Jin Chanzi had a bad premonition, as if Monkey King had left and would never come back again.Jin Chanzi pinched his fingers and counted, but he didn't know what he had counted, with a reassuring smile on his face.

"If you go to the Fourth Realm, will you still be called Sun Wukong?"

Monkey King didn't look back, but walked towards the direction of the rising sun. There was no road in the wilderness, and Monkey King made a way to walk. He straightened his back, looked ahead, and his eyes were firm. "I like the surname Yang." He said it as it should be.

The wind blew the corners of his clothes, and the tattered corners of his clothes shone dazzlingly in the golden sunlight, no different from the golden chain armor he was used to wearing.

He didn't wear the purple gold crown with phoenix wings he snatched from the Dragon King on his head, nor did he wear the tight hoop that he wore when he traveled to the west, so he felt quite at ease with his messy hair dancing in the wind.

The road met a big tree, broke off a branch, and casually pressed it with both hands on his shoulders, just like he used to carry a golden cudgel.

The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, and the wind is so fragrant. A life with hope is different. I am happy to see any scenery.

Sun Wukong waved goodbye to Jin Chanzi, then turned around, facing the wind and the bright sunshine, and ran towards his happiness without hesitation.

Jin Chanzi watched the figure of Monkey King walk out of his sight, bowed his head and said silently "Amitabha".

Sun Wukong did not pass the golden cicada, walked for a while, and caused somersaulting clouds, which rose in mid-air.

The sea of ​​clouds is tens of thousands heavy, and there is no one to see, but Monkey King seems to see a god looming in the clouds.

He saw Yang Jian wearing a silver armor and a black cloak on his back flying over Huaguo Mountain.

He saw Yang Jian, who came to catch the demon, stand out from the crowd, and he cupped his fists and saluted him. My surname is Yang, and I am a second-hand man at home, so I am called Erlang God.

He saw Yang Jian take the imperial decree from Tian Nu, turn around and plunge the three-pointed two-edged spear into his body.

He saw Yang Jian approaching the Demon Subduing Pillar under the Demon Slaying Stage, stepped on the pool of blood, knelt down and sucked the blood with his fingers, and raised his head to look at him mockingly.

He saw the white-haired Yang Jian bathing in the cave on Pingdingshan. Under the sunlight, he had an unreal beauty.

He saw Yang Jian slice peacock meat and cook for him.

He saw himself and Yang Jian hiding on the Yuquan mountain of Yuding real person and making love.

He saw Yang Jian lying on the ground, with his blind eyes wide open, and said, Yang Jian never owed anyone in his life, and it's no big deal if I return your eyes.

Countless scenes flashed before his eyes, and countless emotions surged up alternately. He tasted all the ups and downs one by one, and finally he saw Yang Jian lying next to him playing music with water drops and grass, looking at him tenderly and affectionately.For a moment, an inexplicable emotion surged up in my heart, I felt the world was spinning, I couldn't even stand up, and I couldn't help squatting on the somersault cloud.In the chaotic emotions, all the scenes he saw before surged together, frantically, overwhelming, pressing him tightly like a dark cloud.The myriad thoughts formed a huge vortex, and Sun Wukong was involved, making him dizzy, turbulent, involuntarily wanting to resist, eagerly looking for something he could grasp.So he recognized the handsome man in the silver-white armor and the black Beaulieu cloak on his back among the mixed images.He reached out to reach.But the image gradually drifted away, and it was impossible to reach it.He shouted suddenly: "Yang Jian! Don't go!"

When Monkey King came back to his senses, tears were streaming down his face.

Yang Jian, don't go...