Tathagata Must Be Defeated

In the Hall of All Souls, Sun Wukong meditated cross-legged.

The golden light around him was sacred and sacred, but his brows gradually wrinkled and seemed to be unpredictable.

The quiet secretary who served nearby saw that he could not help but worry.

“The Great Sacred has always had a good idea, and this expression has never been revealed.”

He looked at the elders of the golden plaque who sat on the side of the tea, and whispered, "Is it so difficult for the elders, the sages that the great sage wants to create?"

The quiet secretary beats Sun Wukong from the bottom of his heart, and because of this, he will feel strange.

Even the Heavenly Palace is so helpless, how can it be troubled for a district fairy?

"This fairy road is unusual, it is difficult to climb the sky."

Elder Kim Jong put down the teacup and said: "He is against the trend, and he wants to create a fairy tales from the ancient system."

Strictly speaking, it is not Xiandao that Sun Wukong wants to create.

It is a system of practice that breaks through the imagination of all people and never seen before.

That is a great change that can subvert the Three Realms.

How hard it is, I am afraid no one can tell.

“Breaking the common sense and opening up a broad road from a place where there is no road.”

Elder Kim Jong looked at Sun Wukong’s difficult exploration and couldn’t help but shake his head.

Sun Wukong chose the most difficult road.

He sat down for tea for a while, and a ray of light suddenly lit up from Sun Wukong and turned into a jade floating in the air.

"Successful?"

Elder Kim Jong put down the teacup and felt that Sun Wukong had a breakthrough and quickly looked at Yuxi.

Sun Wukong also opened his eyes and looked at the jade.

At first glance, the jade is no different, still shiny and warm, emitting the meaning of simplicity and majesty.

A closer look reveals that a small bean sprout appears in the jade.

It was a small sapling, the whole body was shining brightly, and it just sprouted, it had only one leaf, and it looked like bean sprouts.

"It seems that there is not much progress."

Elder Kim Min looked at it for a while, and I was a little disappointed.

The bean sprouts are the rules of the fairy tales created by Sun Wukong, but they are only sprouting, and there is still a long way to go.

Sun Wukong is also a bit worried.

“Let’s go on, what time and month will it take to succeed?”

He frowned.

Just let the seed grow into bean sprouts, it took him a few years, and there will be countless deeper insights in the future to make it grow up. I don't know what year and month to succeed.

"There is not enough knowledge about poverty. I am deeply sorry."

Elder Kim Jong said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong occasionally told him to tell some of the magical powers of Buddhism, but he only read the scriptures, and there were high-powered mana, but he had never practiced many magical powers.

Sun Wukong wants to know the knowledge related to Shentong, but he can't give Sun Wukong any help.

"Nothing, people with aspirations, things will end."

Sun Wukong stood up, and his heart was firm and unsatisfactory, but it did not affect.

“I really invited me to the restaurant to eat tofu, the elders can be with me.”

He invited the elders of Kim Jong.

Wanling City has opened a new restaurant specializing in tofu banquets, which is loved by the grass-headed gods. Erlang Zhenjun also let Sun Wukong try it in the past.

Sun Wukong took the elders of Jin Yu in the past, and when he saw the restaurant, there were crowds of people, and the lights were brilliant, like in a fairyland.

"Great, please, please."

When Erlang Zhenjun waited for Sun Wukong at the door, he called him into the private room of the restaurant.

As soon as I entered the private room, the hustle and bustle of the door disappeared. Instead, it was a sweet song.

The song was heard from a note book hanging on the screen.

When Elder Kim Jong heard the song, he couldn’t help but smile: "This is a new song that Miss Yi Ji sang at Miaoyin Square last month."

Erlang Zhenjun looked over the past: "How are you so elders?"

"This note book is for sale."

Elder Kim Jong replied.

Erlang Zhenjun stunned and smiled: "I thought you also went to Miaoyinfang."

He asked the two to sit down, and Sun Wukong asked: "You told me to come over, is it related to Miaoyinfang?"

Erlang Zhenjun nodded.

Recently, he discovered that the immortals often go to the Miaoyinfang. Although it is not a mistake, it affects their work.

Erlang Zhenjun asked Sun Wukong, who is the person in charge of the underground palace, should not persuade those immortals to say a few words.

"That would advise a few words."

Sun Wukong nodded.

Recently, the monsters of All Souls are talking about Wonderful Sound Square. I didn't expect even those immortals to be affected.

This can't be done. In the long run, I am afraid that it will have a negative impact on the industry of Wanling.

"I have to do some guidance and restrictions."

Sun Wu thought about it.

"What do you want?"

At this time, a human man opened the private room and came in and asked.

Three people ordered the dishes, and Sun Wukong watched the man leave.

“Is this restaurant open by humans?”

He asked.

Most of the folks in the City of All Souls are rabbit devils. It is rare to see humans, let alone men, which makes him a bit strange.

"The boss here is not human, but the rest are human."

Erlang Zhenjun replied: "These humans originally served as gangs in the grain-producing area. They picked up water and cooked rice every day. When they saw the business of the demon king, they opened the restaurant with the husband."

"That's not bad."

Sun Wukong nodded, and the noise outside the private room suddenly became bigger. He immediately wrote a word in the air.

When the word was formed, there was a warmth that radiated around, as if there were flowers, and the sound outside quickly calmed down.

"The spell of the Great St. is becoming more and more incredible."

Erlang Zhenjun praised.

"It's just a trail."

Sun Wukong replied: "Maybe it will not be long before this magical power can teach you."

When Elder Kim Jong heard this, he could not help but be shocked: "The Great St. has this magical power, why did the immortality just sprout?"

"This magical power can only be used by immortals."

Sun Wukong shook his head, and he wanted to create a method of mortal being a fairy.

If one day he can find a way to make a mortal writing a spell, then the fairy road is almost finished.

"That is the Wanling Fairy..."

Erlang Zhenjun was also attracted by this topic: "Can you find a shortcut to Dasheng?"

"There is no shortcut."

Sun Wukong replied.

He also wants to find shortcuts, but no one has ever walked, he can only find the context from which vast boundless spells, without any shortcuts.

"The avenue is alone."

Erlang Zhenjun couldn't help but sigh: "The Great Saint has to go alone."

He has the heart to help Sun Wukong, but he does not have such a profound knowledge. Only Sun Wukong can combine so many spells.

"This immortal road is very important to us. After a few years, I will go to the Heavenly Palace."

Said Sun Wukong.

There is a sense of crisis in his heart. If he can't create a fairy tales, five hundred years later, this Wanling country is just a bubble that breaks through.

How can the technology of Wanling State develop again, and how can the society prosper, can not be used in the transformation of immortality, after all, it is still not comparable to the three thousand immortals of the Temple of Heaven.