Fantasy World Transmigration - 1005. Chapter 1005

Xuanzang knelt on the ground weakly, with both hands on the ground, the bruised wound, fiery pain, between the half-dream and half-waking memories of the past and the present, he said weakly, “How would this happen?”

Xuanzang raised his hands, looked at his trembling and scarred palms, and looked up at the golden monkey standing in the ruins under the rising sun, with a stick on his back, a feeling of exhaustion from the heart. , Such as the tide hits.

“Buddha… lost!”

Xuanzang was speechless.

Wukong walked towards him and said: “Your palm is weak and weak, far inferior to the original version of Sakyamuni, strong and powerful. I think at the beginning, my grandson also interrupted the old man of Sakyamuni. The immortal gods of the Three Realms, with a respectful name-Fighting and defeating the Buddha! Although there is a reason why Sakyamuni gave in intentionally, there is also a peerless magical weapon given by my mentor in my palm, the precious iron of the fixed star god.”

“But I, Monkey King, is also the one who killed my famous name with one stick and one stick!”

At this time, Zhuang Bifan completely gave up thinking about the subtext of Wukong revealing these things. He only treated all kinds of absurd whimsical thoughts in a dream. He said dullly: “God of war, God of war… but another one. From a point of view, this setting is really interesting!”

“Buddha… will also lose?” Xuanzang looked up woodenly.

“Of course…” Wukong said: “In this world, no one is undefeated. If you regard Buddha as a god, of course you can’t accept his failure, but Sakyamuni was only a person at first. At the beginning, he was still invincible. When he was not a Buddha, some disciples betrayed him, were refuted by the Six Divisions of the Foreign Dao, and expelled by the Brahmins. Even if he became a Dao, when his native Shakya was destroyed by foreign soldiers and the Shakya tribe was slaughtered. Isn’t it powerless?”

“When Sakyamuni becomes a god and Buddha, he will not be defeated, nor can he be defeated.”

“It was you Mahayana disciples who drove him to the altar. Since then, there is no Sakyamuni, only one Tathagata Buddha remains. But Tathagata…not Sakyamuni!”

“So Sakyamuni can lose to me. This is his tolerance and generosity, which fulfills my obsession with fighting and defeating the Buddha. The Tathagata cannot be defeated… a defeatable Sakyamuni, and a puppet on the altar like a clay puppet, Tathagata who is not allowed to fail, who is closer to enlightenment?”

Wukong sighed: “So your Tathagata palm is nothing more than that!”

“Even if you have peerless mana, what can you still not recover?” Wukong looked at Xuanzang faintly and said, “This is the second lesson I want to teach you, face reality. Sakyamuni has faced reality, so he is very enlightened. The enlightened person. Choose to avoid something, and choose to face some things. But the Tathagata is omnipotent, you lift him too high, it can’t come down, so facing this reality, omnipotence, it will not become insensitive .”

“Admit that you can’t do it, is it that difficult?” Wukong asked.

“Just like you, with peerless mana and the palm of the Tathagata, but you still lost!”

Xuanzang was speechless, and Wukong continued: “Because he does not admit that he is powerless, and seeing all kinds of injustice, injustice, resentment, and hatred in the world, there are all kinds of excuses, all kinds of lies, and deceit saying: good cause and evil effect, reincarnation. Obviously. It’s because the Buddha is powerless, but he wants to say that all beings are self-sufficient.”

“Because you sit back and watch the injustice, injustice, resentment, hatred and other sufferings in this world, you are powerless and can only escape, but you call it omnipotent, so that powerlessness becomes insensitive. Because you refuse to admit it. Numbness, and all kinds of lies, claiming that all beings are self-sufficient, but gods and Buddhas are still omnipotent, sad. It’s ridiculous!”

“The reason why I stand in front of you is to destroy your lifelong belief.” Wukong asked coldly: “I’ll ask you…”

“Chen Xuanzang, I only ask you today, Buddha, can you save sentient beings?”

Xuanzang folded his hands together and said with difficulty: “Buddha…’s Buddhism can save sentient beings!”

Wukong continued to drink and asked, “Then tell me, how to save it?”

“As long as everyone has a compassionate heart, as long as everyone converts to Buddhism, there will be no misery in the world!” Xuanzang raised his head with difficulty under the power of Wukong.

“Stubbornness, stubbornness, incomprehension!” Wukong hates iron and can’t make it into steel. “Well, I will let you see the truth today!” After that, Wukong jumped and jumped to the old temple’s lonely grave. Five thousand miles next door was almost destroyed, but this old temple is still well preserved.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang’s grave for Miss Duan, sneered, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it. In Xuanzang’s stern cry, “No!”, he lifted Miss Duan’s grave.

A withered bone, dressed in Miss Duan’s clothes, lay there quietly.

The magician frowned and said: “How is it possible that it will become boneless so soon?” Zhuang Bifan also frowned: “What does Monkey King want to do?”

Xuanzang wailed and rushed forward. He grabbed the soil with his hands and feet, hugged the dead bone in his arms, and said to Wukong: “What else do you want to do? You said clearly that it won’t involve the innocent. She is dead. What else are you doing? Do you want to crush her bones and ashes to make you happy and prove your arrogance that the Buddha can’t save sentient beings?”

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

He pointed to Xuanzang’s arms, where there were white bones. Xuanzang only felt a sinking in his arms. He looked down at a statue of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva carved in white jade. I don’t know when, instead of white bones, he was lying in his arms. middle. Wukong continued: “Chen Xuanzang, why don’t you think about it, why would anyone see you at the first glance, and they will be obsessed with you.”

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

“Why does Miss Duan just like you? Why does the indefinite flying ring always fall into your hands? Do you really believe it because of your courage? Do you really believe that an ordinary exorcist can do it by chance Come out of “The Truth of the Great Sun Tathagata”? Do you really believe that there will be unforgettable, unswerving love in the world?”

Wukong and Zhuang Bifan said in unison: “Unless, this is destined!”

“It is destined that this girl will fall in love with you, it is destined that she will die in your arms, and that it is destined that you will be the one who learns from you!” Wukong calmly said, “So, what is fate?”

Xuanzang stared blankly at the white jade Guanyin statue in his arms, and listened to Wukong saying in his ear: “Miss Duan is just a karma for Guanshiyin Bodhisattva to enlighten you. Your love is destined. She smiled. A sorrow and a tear, although it comes from her sincerity, but what is her sincerity?”

“In contrast, what is your sincerity?”

“Do you love Guanshiyin Bodhisattva?” Wukong saw Xuanzang’s face in horror, and then asked, “What is that young lady?”

“Now, tell me, as one of the many beings, how did the Buddha save you? Is Miss Duan counted as beings?” Wukong asked:

Xuanzang, under Sun Wukong’s question after question, his expression was shocked at first, then sad, and even with a trace of sorrow at the end. He pondered for a long time, feeling that he had a Zen heart, shaky, and he couldn’t help but want to hate fooling. My own Miss Duan couldn’t help but think of the cute and awkward graffiti behind that scripture.

He asked himself: “Compare your heart with your heart, is Miss Duan cheating on me? Is her love false?” Xuanzang gave a negative answer. In the illusion that day, he saw clearly that he had never seen it before. I can see Miss Duan’s heart clearly. Only then did Xuanzang let go of the white jade Guanyin statue in his hands and folded his hands for eleven worship. He got up and left the cemetery. Without nostalgia or hesitation, he asked Wukong: “Mr. Sun, can I ask you a question?”

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

Xuanzang calmly raised his head and asked, “Miss Duan, where have you been?”

Wukong said: “Dependent origination and demise, the cause and destiny merge, there will be a day when the cause and destiny dissipate. For you, Miss Duan is already dead.”

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

Wukong smiled and said, “A little trouble!”

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

The magician suddenly felt something wrong with the demon mirror in his hand. He lowered his head and looked inside, and saw that the shadow of Monkey King in the demon mirror was still brilliant and radiant, but Xuanzang’s figure was divided into two, a monk chanting the scriptures with his back facing one. Xuanzang, who looked up to the sky and cried, the two shadows became clearer and clearer.

The magician said in horror: “Sun Wukong did not have two hearts, but Xuanzang has two hearts!”

The suspicion after the defeat of the Buddha in the palm of the Buddha, the sorrow that is destined to learn about Miss Duan, the questioning of Monkey King’s voice torture, the uneasiness of asking whether the Tathagata can save all living beings, the origin and demise, the sadness of a lonely solitary life, the love of a life, but annoyance The guilt of Jin Chanzi, the memory of Jin Chanzi’s previous life and the memory of this life, the pain of fighting between heaven and man, and all this, the madness that forced the Zen heart to shake!

At the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain, in the mirrored heaven and earth in the old temple, the five strange beads in a strange state seem to be in Xuanzang’s heart, the chaotic emotions, the emotions, like These five wonderful beads converge.

The magician sensed such a change, and suddenly his face changed greatly and said: “No!”

Zhuang Bifan and others turned their heads and saw the magician panicked and said, “How could this be? Why were all the five magic beads inspired by Xuanzang?”

“What five magic beads?” Zhuang Bifan asked with a frown.

The magician’s expression was distressed. The five magic beads originated from the mysterious world of the magic weapon, and the ten magic orbs split by the ancestor heavenly demon body. The magician and their team paid an unimaginable price when they experienced the magical world. Take away three magic soldiers and five magic beads that have not yet formed a magic soldier.

The magician came to Journey to the West to descend the world of demons. They wanted to use the magic orbs and the aliens. Their team worked hard to collect the mind and magic power of many worlds such as the wind and the fire, the fire and phoenix starting a prairie. The five magical beads of Xuan Zang, Zhu Ganglu, Sha Wujing, Monkey King and others’ magical thoughts, cooperate with the magic mirror, and cut out their two hearts entrusted to the magic beads, so as to eliminate the four previous immortal gods. Two hearts, get a lot of rewards, and can harvest five earth-shattering magic soldiers.

The reason why he dared to say that he wanted to kill the Monkey King was that he wanted to use the Demon Soldier to entrust a Monkey King who had only crazy magical thoughts and no sense of reason. Only in this way can we bypass the Tathagata and slay the Great Sage Qitian.

But the only thing they miscalculated was Wukong’s true strength.

And at this moment, Xuanzang awakened Jin Chanzi’s ninth Zen mind, but was shaken by Wukong. When the magical thoughts were blazing, the amazing magical thoughts conceived by this ninth Zen mind unexpectedly surpassed the magician’s imagination and broke through the magic in one fell swoop. The teacher’s prohibition caused the magic bead’s instinct on its own, and the five magic beads responded in one fell swoop.

On the back of Jin Chanzi’s ninth world Zen mind, that backlog of demonic thoughts of the ninth world, transforming into a second mind, is about to cut out of Xuanzang’s body and turn into a shocking demon.

The magician was sweating profusely and couldn’t say anything: “How could it be possible that a warrior like Xuantian can only breed one magic orb. According to our calculations, only two magic orbs can contain its magical nature. Why is Chen Xuanzang’s magical nature, which has attracted five magic beads, and can’t be accommodated, and even has to be controlled by Chen Xuanzang’s two hearts?”

“Originally, it should have been five different magic orbs, and there is no reason, not this kind of magic orbs that are controlled by two hearts, but still retain the wisdom of the body, five magic orbs!”

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

Five magic beads shot out of the mirror, dazzling Xuanzang’s head, a beautiful, well-mannered man, dressed in a moon-white robe, and a pair of smart eyes, like a phantom young monk who can see through people’s hearts, behind Xuanzang, facing him with his back. .

Behind the seemingly smart eyes, there is endless madness.

A magic bead was thrown into his hand, turned into a nine-ring tin rod, one turned into a purple golden bowl, another turned into a Jinlan robes, and a magic body entrusted to him, turning the shadow into substance, and turning it into essence. It is an ink relic, hanging behind his head. The monk walked out of the void, walking slowly, every move was graceful and calm.

He opened the mouth and said: “The little monk’s dharma title is three burials. It comes out of Chen Xuanzang’s Zen heart, and is enlightened by Wukong’s donors. Burial ground, burial common people!”

After that, Tang Sanzang laughed wildly with a palm, “Just let the poor monks bury you!”

The body formed by the magic bead was unusually tall, but the giant palm of mana condensed almost covered the remnant peak of Wuzhi Mountain. A Pei Qingming roared, and around her body appeared 800-style gods, Hundred Ghosts and Nights, who wanted to resist, but where Tang San was buried. Under the palm of the palm, the speed of Hundred Gods’ defeat, Abe was caught off guard, screamed in horror, and was photographed into meat sauce without being able to avoid it.

All Shishen carrying essence and blood broke out of his body and was swallowed by Tang Sanzang.

At this time, Wukong sighed in front of Xuanzang: “I am not the king of monsters, because I am not a monster. But you really gave birth to a king of monsters!”

“Tang…San…buried!”