"Do you still hate me?"

Tathagata turned into a little novice monk and walked calmly to the demonized Bodhi. The Buddha who was once high and above called himself, but now he thought of the four words equality of all beings.

"If Sun Wukong was willing to wear the golden hoop, I had nothing to say, but if you use the Five Elements Mountain to suppress him and use the West Heaven Road to deceive him, I can't stand this ending. He will always be my Bodhi Patriarch's most proud disciple..."

"Bodhi, you became a demon because of your obsession. It was because of my control over Sun Wukong that made you feel jealous. Like you, I went astray and wanted to use my power to control sentient beings, but I did not expect to harm sentient beings. Now that Sun Wukong is dead, your resentment should be gone, right?"

"What? Sun Wukong is dead?"

Bodhi Patriarch looked at his hands repeatedly, and the unwashable smell of blood made him fall into an endless sneer. However, he could no longer see clearly in his eyes and hearts, and could not remember the innocent souls who were trampled under his feet.

Sinking in the darkness, unable to distinguish between right and wrong in the world, only the golden monkey in Bodhi's eyes, like mature millet, bringing endless harvests.

"Bodhi, when your inner demons are eliminated, I will send you away from Lingshan."

...

Inside the iron cage, the gate slowly opened. The little novice monk helped the phoenix-tail butterfly up from the ground and asked, "Donor, do you want to leave or stay?"

"Are you Tathagata?"

Faced with the doubts, the little novice monk just chuckled and did not respond.

"Can you save him for me?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"The donor is deeply in love with him, and he does not hesitate to commit heinous crimes and kills ninety-nine babies. Even if he is bewitched by the Demon Lord, the sins on you will be hard to clear away..."

"Buddha, I know I'm wrong. You can punish me anyway, as long as you can save him."

The little shaman pointed his finger at the sky above Lingshan and said, "There is a glazed fairyland called Tianchi in that sky. There is a time tree in the center of Tianchi, which controls the flow of time in the world. If you are willing to guard the time tree for me, you will see him again in a thousand years."

"A thousand years?"

"If it weren't for the red-faced macaque's eyes, I'm afraid that my inner demons would not have been eliminated, so this is my biggest concession. When you redeem all the sins in this life, you will be able to renew your relationship with him."

Life is like a dream, and the joy is everywhere. The butterfly waves its wings, like a dark flower blooming in the wind. The little monk raised his head, and the dazzling sunshine in the air reflected a butterfly transformed into a phoenix, flying silently under the time tree, just for the only name he cared about in his heart.

"For you, I will do it for a thousand years or ten thousand years."

...

The sea of ​​bitterness is vast, with a hundred flavors floating in the sky, the red dust is rolling, and the aftermath is scattered, and a hint of regret floats.

The flames wrapped the purple clouds and turned into ashes overnight. The spiraling burnt smell was like the soul wandering in front of the Ghost Gate. On the Huaguo Mountain, he was reluctant to disperse. The little shaman smiled and said, the flowers and trees were reborn on the Huaguo Mountain, and all things were revived. A familiar monkey popped out of the stone on the top of the mountain.

Sun Wukong returned to the world, and the little novice monk presented the golden cudgel with both hands and said, "Great Sage, it's been a long time since."

"Buddha?"

"Look at who is coming from heaven?"

When Sun Wukong looked up, the purple glow hung a purple shawl on Huaguo Mountain. In the sea of ​​clouds, a familiar figure slowly fell down.

"Sun Wukong, do you miss me?"

Sun Wukong lowered his head shyly. He only knew how to cherish it after losing it. He only knew how to regret it when he missed it. He would never escape all this and muster up the courage to say what he buried in his heart five hundred years ago.

"No matter whether I or Huaguoshan, you are all from Zixia."

The laughter of the two people rippled on the Huaguo Mountain. The monkeys who were watching the show cheered on the side. The little novice asked, "Sun Wukong, are you back to Lingshan?"

"Huaguoshan and Zixia are my home."

Under the purple sky, the two people's backs were closely attached to each other and became the most beautiful story in the world. The little shaman turned around and left silently, and suddenly was mixed by the stone under his feet. He reached out to peel off the soil on the ground and saw the circle of golden hoops. The little shaman quietly put the golden hoops into his sleeves. Perhaps this was his greatest blessing to Sun Wukong, and that free laughter will always remain on Huaguo Mountain.

...

The little shami inexplicably called Tang Sanzang to the backyard of Lingshan and bypassed the Zen forest. The little shami asked, "Jin Chanzi, have you seen that well?"

"See it."

"Then do you see the spider inside?"

This sentence hurt his heart again. He walked towards the Sun and Moon Well step by step. The figure that jumped without regrets was deeply imprinted in his mind. The demon who had been waiting for three lives, I wonder where he is now reincarnated?

He lowered his head and looked into the well, but saw a golden carp swimming in the clear water. She kept blinking at Tang Sanzang, as if saying: "It's me, it's me, don't you recognize me anymore?"

Tang Sanzang's tears came from the sky, stirring up waves of ripples in the well. This was her fourth life, and she was so close to him. He turned around and asked, "Buddha, is this?"

The little novice monk's back gradually faded away, and he replied, "You can come here to recite scriptures every day in the future."

...

The Maitreya Buddha in the infinite sea and the yellow-browed boys in the Buddha Realm were all released one by one by the little novice monks. They asked, "Buddha, where are the monkeys?"

"He died to save me."

"Aren't you going to resurrect him?"

"But I'm afraid I can't restrain him."

Maitreya Buddha sneered contemptuously and looked up at the silence of the sky, silent. The gray cloud stopped and could only leave a desolate sigh in regret with the first tear of his life.

...

A hundred years later, the prosperity changed hands, and the little novice monk came to the shore of the Bohai Sea. Seeing two familiar backs appearing on the shore, he showed a gratified smile. He threw the night pearl into the Bohai Sea, watching a white dragon churning in the water, protecting the safety of the water fox demon.

In fact, Tathagata did not want to resurrect the monkeys, but respected everyone's different choices. On Lingshan at that time, the monkeys and the little novice monk stood in confrontation.
Chapter completed!