Black Myth! Wukong kills gods and Buddhas!

After the havoc in heaven, Wukong was imprisoned under the Five Finger Mountain for 500 years. The world was cruel and time passed by. It was not until Tang Monk went west to seek Buddhist scriptures that he was freed and set out on the journey to the west. However, the unruly and proud spirit in his heart never really faded away.

One day, the master and his four disciples came to a towering Taoist temple called "Duosu Palace", where the Supreme Lord Lao practiced alchemy. The sky gradually darkened, clouds and mist swirled, and an ominous atmosphere quietly filled the air.

"Master, there is a lot of evil spirits in this place, I am afraid something unexpected will happen." Wukong, with his fiery eyes and golden pupils, could see through everything, and whispered to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha, I hope you can turn hostility into friendship and help people become good."

Before he finished speaking, a golden light was seen shining brightly in the Tushita Palace, and a figure walked out slowly. It was none other than Taishang Laojun. He was holding a whisk and had a smile on his face, but his eyes could not conceal the depth and complexity.

"Sun Wukong, you are finally here." Taishang Laojun's voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand, stood still alertly, and sneered, "Laojun, what grudge between you and me needs to be settled here?"

"The past is like smoke, yet it is still vivid in my mind." Taishang Laojun sighed and spoke slowly.

It turns out that long before Wukong was born, there was a magic stone between heaven and earth, which absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and gave birth to Wukong's spirit. As a master of alchemy, Taishang Laojun tried to refine this stone with his supreme magic power to make a peerless elixir. Unexpectedly, the unruly spirit contained in the magic stone backfired at the critical moment, not only failed to make the elixir, but gave birth to Wukong, a world-shaking existence.

"You and I were destined to be master and disciple, but your rebellion ruined this opportunity." Taishang Laojun's words revealed a hint of regret.

Wukong heard this and laughed in anger: "Laojun, you call yourself an immortal, but you do things that defy fate and change destiny. If I obey you, won't I become a puppet in your hands?"

The two sides were on the verge of a war, and there was no point in talking.

Taishang Laojun lightly waved his whisk, and suddenly, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed. Countless magic weapons emerged from the void, surrounding his body, shining with golden light and majestic.

Wukong was not to be outdone, he waved his golden cudgel, the wind and clouds changed color, the cudgel's shadow was like a dragon, and he went straight to Taishang Laojun. The two of them crossed, the sound of the magic weapon and the golden cudgel colliding was deafening, stirring up layers of air waves that swept all around.

Upon seeing this, Tang Seng, Bajie and Sha Seng knew that their own cultivation was limited, but they still tried their best to resist the escaping energy and protect their master from being affected.

As the battle continued, Taishang Laojun's magic weapons emerged one after another, including offensive diamond cutter and banana fan, as well as defensive purple gold gourd and jade bottle. Wukong, with his all-powerful skills, dodged flexibly and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

“Sun Wukong, although you have the ability to know everything in the world, you can’t escape the cycle of reincarnation.” Taishang Laojun sneered and took out the Bagua Furnace, intending to refine Wukong back to his original form.

Seeing this, Wukong's eyes flashed with determination. He knew the power of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, but he was not afraid of it. He suddenly grew in size and turned into a giant ape. He smashed the Eight Trigrams Furnace with a stick. The Samadhi True Fire in the furnace splashed everywhere, but it failed to hurt Wukong at all.

"Laojun, you are wrong! I, Sun Wukong, was born to go against the will of heaven, so why should I fear the law of reincarnation!" Wukong roared, and as he swung his golden cudgel, the sky and the earth changed color.

As the two sides were fighting fiercely, a peaceful light descended from the sky and covered the entire battlefield. Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared, holding a pure bottle and willow branches, with a smile on her face.

"You two are both rare geniuses in the Three Realms. Why should you damage the harmony just for a momentary emotion?" The voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva was gentle but powerful, as if it could calm all disputes.

Upon hearing this, Taishang Laojun and Wukong were both stunned and then stopped what they were doing.

"What Guanyin Bodhisattva said is absolutely right." Taishang Laojun spoke first, put away his magic weapon, and his expression returned to peace. "Sun Wukong, the grudge between you and me may have been a misunderstanding from the beginning."

Wukong also put away his golden cudgel and changed back to his original form, but his eyes still shone with an unyielding light: "Laojun, although I am unruly, I know how to repay kindness. If you don't do things that defy fate in the future, I, Wukong, will respect you."

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and nodded gently: "That's very good. Wukong, you and Tang Monk and his three disciples need to continue to travel west to obtain scriptures and save all living beings. Taishang Laojun, you should also return to the Taoist temple and practice hard to benefit the three realms."

After saying this, the figure of Guanyin Bodhisattva gradually disappeared and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Taishang Laojun and Wukong looked at each other and turned away. Seeing this, Tang Seng and his two disciples hurried forward to meet Wukong.

"Wukong, are you okay?" Tang Seng asked with concern.

Wukong shook his head and smiled: "Master, don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that this battle made me understand my mission and responsibility more clearly."

The four masters and apprentices continued on their journey to the west, while in the Tushita Palace, Taishang Laojun looked at their receding backs, thinking secretly in his heart.

"Perhaps, the true practice is not to defy fate, but to follow the way of heaven and help people to be good." Taishang Laojun murmured to himself, then closed his eyes and concentrated, starting his new path of practice.

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At this point, the battle between Black Myth Monkey King and Taishang Laojun came to an end, but their story, like the endless journey to the West, will be forever engraved in the long river of history of the Three Realms.

As the four masters and apprentices continued their journey westward, Wukong's mind was not completely calmed by the battle. Whenever it was late at night, he would always think back to the battle with Taishang Laojun and the indescribable anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"Have I, Sun Wukong, really let go of all my grudges?" Wukong pondered to himself, frowning.

This inner demon, like a maggot in his bones, eroded his mind day by day. He began to become irritable and angry, full of suspicion and hostility towards everything around him. Tang Seng saw it all and was anxious, but he didn't know what to do.

One day, the master and his disciples came to a desolate place surrounded by rocks and cold winds. Wukong suddenly stopped, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he had seen something that made him extremely angry.

"Who are you, evil monster? Show yourself now!" Wukong roared, holding the golden cudgel tightly and being on full alert.

However, there was silence all around except for the whistling sound of the wind. Wukong's rage grew stronger, and he swung his golden cudgel, attacking the air around him frantically, as if he wanted to defeat those invisible enemies one by one.

"Wukong, stop!" Tang Seng finally couldn't help it and shouted.

But Wukong was completely immersed in his own inner demons at this moment, and turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world. Seeing this, Tang Seng could only recite the Tightening Curse, hoping to make Wukong regain consciousness.

"Ah!" Wukong cried out in agony, holding his head. The power of the spell made him feel like dying. But in this extreme pain, he seemed to see the darkness and struggle deep in his heart.

The effect of the spell gradually dissipated, and Wukong slowly regained his composure. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily, but his eyes were clearer and more resolute than ever before.

"Master, I... I was wrong." Wukong said in a low voice, his tone full of regret.

Tang Seng came forward and gently patted Wukong on the shoulder: "It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. Wukong, your inner demons come from your obsession with the past. But you must understand that true strength does not come from defeating others, but from defeating yourself."

Wukong nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the voice of his heart, which was the desire for freedom, the persistence in justice, and the compassion and tolerance for all things in the world.

"I understand, Master." Wukong opened his eyes, with a bright light shining in them. "What I want to do is not revenge, nor escape, but to use my strength to protect those who need me and to guard this land that I love."

Tang Seng smiled with relief, for he knew that Wukong had truly realized his true nature and had become a more mature and powerful warrior.

With his inner demons gone, Wukong became more open-minded and resolute. He picked up the golden cudgel again and continued his journey westward with Tang Monk and his disciples.

In the following days, they encountered more challenges and difficulties, but Wukong always remained calm and brave. He used his wisdom and strength to resolve crises time and time again and protect the safety of his master and fellow apprentices.

As for Taishang Laojun, he was also very pleased after learning about Wukong's changes. He understood that a true practitioner should not only cultivate magic power, but also cultivate his mind. Wukong's ability to overcome his inner demons showed that he had taken a key step towards becoming a truly powerful person.

"Sun Wukong, you really didn't let me down." Taishang Laojun silently blessed Wukong in his heart, and at the same time strengthened his determination to practice.

In this way, the four masters and apprentices continued their journey to the west, their footprints covered thousands of mountains and rivers, and they also left countless legends and stories. And the grievances and hatreds between Wukong and Taishang Laojun, as time passed, turned into an indelible memory in the three realms.