Tathagata Must Be Defeated

However, Sun Wukong said beautifully, how to combine Taoism with craftsmanship, but he did not elaborate.

The monsters in Huaguoshan are completely puzzled.

In the evening, I found Sun Wukong in a mountain.

"Brother."

He said: "They don't know how to do it, let me find the answer for you."

Sun Wukong is watering some herbs: "Every line is different, let them use their imagination, and try to know more."

I thought about it: "I have heard that the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven can weave the sky, and the mortal can fly to the sky. The brothers want the monsters to do this technique?"

"That is also a kind."

Sun Wukong nodded.

He smiled and shook his head: "Brother, you are too difficult for us, and the immortal mana can create a fairy, how can we do it."

"The gods created things with immortals, but there is no deep craft."

Sun Wukong stopped watering and said: "I don't need you to make Yunjin Tianyi. Huaguoshan has to do something that is universal and can be used by mortals."

I frowned. "Since it is for mortal use, why is it spiritual?"

It is not a spiritual thing, how to change the world.

Sun Wu hollowed up this thought.

He explained: "Our trade with humans can only make money if we create something they can't create."

This is another reason, I can understand it right away.

These years of trade have made her aware of the terrible humanity. They are naturally good at making things and pursuing craftsmanship. After the popularity of "Tiangong Creation", nothing is created worse than monsters.

"I understand the idea of ​​my brother."

He said: "But the definition of spiritual objects is too broad. Can you ask your elder to be a marker?"

Even if I understand the idea of ​​Sun Wukong, how to combine Taoism with craftsmanship, there is still no clue.

Besides, can they really create the spiritual things that mortals use?

There is still suspicion in the pride.

"You bring these herbs to the little demon who learns to cultivate."

Sun Wukong pulled out a few herbs from the muddy soil and handed it to him: "They naturally know how to cultivate them, and others will see it, and they will definitely get some inspiration."

I took the herb with doubt: "What is this?"

Sun Wukong grabbed a squirrel from a nearby tree, cut its skin, and then took a herb and applied it to the squirrel's wound.

Under the gaze, the squirrel's wounds immediately recovered, and even the scars could not be seen.

"I call it hemostatic grass."

Sun Wukong released the squirrel and let it run on the tree: "I screened out the plants with hemostasis effect, mainly based on the cultivation method in Tiangong's creation, and cultivated it with Xianfa. It took ten years to create it."

I don’t think so: "I can do the herbs that stop bleeding."

She is the right dragon girl, spit on the grass and they will all be different.

Sun Wukong smiled and shook his head: "This herb is different from the medicine you made. It is formed independently, absorbing the essence of the heavens and producing the grass, and not taking care of the fairy."

This is already the breed he has cultivated.

I was surprised and wide-eyed, once again looking at the herb: "Can it be planted on a large scale?"

"can."

Sun Wukong nodded, even if it was a very barren place, this herb can also absorb the Japanese Jing Yuehua, and grow in two years.

"Brothers are really talented!"

His eyes are light, as if he saw a steady stream of gold and silver treasures behind the herbs.

She said with joy: "I will cultivate people right away."

After that, he went to the water curtain hole.

Half-flying, I suddenly remembered that there was one more thing, and turned back and flew back.

"Brother..."

The sly voice stopped in half.

Under the night, Sun Wukong stood in the foothills and looked up at the starry sky.

The pride is floating in the air and I dare not bother him.

Under the moonlight, Sun Wukong’s hair sparkles, and the eyes reflect the depths of the sky, like a clear mirror.

"What is your brother thinking?"

I can't help but think that many times, she can't figure out what he is thinking.

After watching it for a long time, I finally said nothing and turned and left.

Sun Wukong looked up at the stars.

There are countless fairy buddies on the stars, they have unparalleled power, can create countless possibilities, but never use them to transform the world.

The so-called universal living, shouldn’t it lead everyone to be happy?

"That person should understand."

Sun Wukong retracted his gaze and said that he should visit the immortal.

Huaguoshan is a pilot area, and Sun Wukong does not expect the monsters to do too well, as long as they have a good head.

But even in the test area, if there is a big opportunity, Sun Wukong will seize the opportunity.

He was a muscle cloud, and turned into a golden light to leave the Huaguoshan.

At dawn, he fell before a Taoist temple.

"Sun Wukong seeks to see Zhenyuan Daxian."

Sun Wukong said loudly.

"You are here, how come again!"

Two Fairchildes walked out of the Taoist Temple and shouted: "The ancestors refused to see you, how do you hang on!"

They don't like Sun Wukong very much. This monkey has been coming every few months for more than a decade. It has been nearly a hundred times, so I can't keep going.

The two fairy tales are all acquaintances. They tried to drive away the monkeys with various spells, but they didn't think the monkey was unfathomable. He stood there and let the fairy boy drive away, but he never moved. Also can't move.

Over time, the Fairchildren have now given up their drive. Anyway, Sun Wukong will take the initiative to leave.

Of course - abusive is essential.

Sun Wukong allowed them to be insulted, and the honor and disgrace were not shocked. He was hungry in his heart and was sure to win the town of Yuanyuan.

In this world, there are only two of his most wanted helpers - one is Bodhi and the other is Zhenyuan Daxian.

Sun Wukong stood at the gate of Wuzhuang Road for a day, and the town of Yuanxian did not come out.

After the darkness of the sky, Sun Wukong knew that this time it was no return.

"After March, I will come again."

Sun Wukong said aloud, bowed slightly to the Taoist temple, and flew away.

After he left, there was a sigh in the main hall of Wuzhuangguan.

"It's a crazy monkey."

Everything that happened outside, Zhenyuan Daxian naturally sees clearly.

If Sun Wukong is not so mysterious, relying on his sincerity, Zhenyuan Daxian is willing to be friends with him.

But he can't figure out the monkey, he can only analyze that Sun Wukong's every move is implied.

Making friends with him, I am afraid that the future will involve a big change.

In this case, it is better not to see.

"It's a pity, but --"

Zhenyuan Daxian shook his head and looked at the two characters of "Heaven and Earth" hanging on the table.

His table is not for the immortals, nor for the Buddha, but for the heavens and the earth to serve the incense.

The monkey did what he wanted, but he was more happy than the heavenly Buddha.