Tathagata Must Be Defeated

In the blazing sun, the ruins of the Temple of the Transfiguration, the monsters rebuilt the palace in full swing.

Shuiyue Fairy sits in the clouds and looks at this scene with joy.

Three months after the end of the war, All Souls returned to calm.

Humans and monsters are rebuilding the City of All Souls, and even the children are helping to carry the stones. Their hands are worn by the stones, and the enthusiasm on their faces is not reduced.

"Why don't you help the Buddha."

A voice asked behind the water moon fairy.

The fairy did not look back: "Golden scorpion, you really found me."

"For decades."

Elder Kim Jong replied: "I am so stupid, I should find out."

He floated to the front of the water moon fairy.

"Answer my question." Elder Jin Jin asked: "Why didn't you help the Buddha."

The water moon fairy picked up long hair: "He didn't ask me to help."

"This is not the answer."

Elder Kim Jong drifted away from the distance: "Are you also looking forward to the day when the Great St. is in contact with Buddhism?"

The water moon fairy smiled.

The will of the Spirit State has changed, but some things have not changed.

Seven spiders are still flying kites.

The Shuiyue Fairy looked at the elders of the Golden Jubilee and it was no longer a answer.

The sky of Wanling State is blue and cloudless, just as her mood is as clear.

In the library, the immortals have begun to study the book of the book.

Shui Dexing Jun took a copy of "The Integration of Taoist Creation Skills" for a long time and finally realized one thing.

"This may be a fake book."

He said so.

The whole book, he can't understand a word!

"Yes."

Not only him, but other immortals also said that they had read fake books.

"We don't understand!"

"It must be written by the Great St.!"

The book of heaven consists of a type of text called Xianwen, but they simply cannot understand the immortal.

"You look at this first."

The Bodhi ancestors came over and handed them the "Xian Wen Notes": "Learn how to create a Taoist language."

Shui Dexing Jun opened the notes and knew that Xianwen was not a text.

It is similar to the strokes of the text. It can be constructed in different lengths by constructing different semantic meanings. There are a total of 28 immortals, but there are countless combinations.

"How is this so troublesome."

Shui Dexing Jun scratched his head: "Why should Dasheng change the word into Xianwen?"

“A lot of words have several different meanings and are extremely difficult to distinguish.”

The founder said: "These immortals are the oldest words, and they can be constructed more finely."

The immortals suddenly realized.

"Zu Shi." Shui Dexing Jun asked: "Have you learned the fairy text?"

"Learn, the immortal is not difficult, the hard part is to use it to create Taoism."

The ancestor touched the long beard and said, "I created a thunderbolt. Do you want to see it?"

The immortals nodded.

The ancestors took them to the center of the library.

Here, Zhenyuan Daxian led a group of monsters to study an open scroll.

The reel is the terminal of the Wanling Fairy. To make the text into a spell, you must pass this scroll.

This scroll was created before Sun Wukong was asleep. To spread the immortality, it must be mass-produced, but they have not found a way to manufacture them.

"Zhen Yuan Daxian, I want to use the scroll."

The ancestors said a word, Zhenyuan Daxian let the monsters let the road open, let the ancestors walk to the side of the scroll.

The ancestor's fingertips were a little bit, and the dense essays began to appear on the scrolls.

He wrote the thunder of his own creation, but after waiting for a long time, the writing disappeared, but the scroll still did not react.

How can there be no response?

The ancestors frowned slightly.

"Is it wrong?"

Other immortals are also puzzled.

"You try."

The founder handed the fairy tale of the thunder and lightning to other immortals, and the immortals wrote it on the scroll, but there was still no reaction.

"This Tao has a word that is wrong."

A crisp voice rang in the back.

The ancestor turned back and found that he had come over.

"Let me help you change it."

He walked to the side of the reel and reached for a hand. The rows of fairy tales appeared on the reels.

In the eyes of the immortals, after the appearance of these immortals, they turned into a strip of light and flew out of the reel.

The light belts fly in midair, and in a few moments, they gather and interweave together and merge into a round ball of light.

"This is the lightning bolt."

He has already retracted his hand and said.

The ancestors looked at her: "How are you so skilled?"

"I contacted early."

I have already answered.

She slept for a long time under the tree of Wanling, and she had long understood the essence of the Wanling Fairy. The sphere composed of this light belt was the Tao that was reconstructed by the words.

Shui Dexing Jun curiously looked at the ball of light: "This is really lightning..."

His words were not finished, and a fairy's hair had already told him the answer.

"General Guo Shen!"

Other immortals quickly pulled General Guo Shen from the ball.

"This Tao is too simple."

My eyes flashed: "I can show you more complicated."

She wrote a new fairy on the scroll, and soon a light ball appeared in her hand.

"Combination skills."

The ancestors looked at the ball of light: "You even learned this."

"Learn."

I have watched the light ball into the body, and then opened it, but the sound seemed to sound from all directions.

"This is a sound reinforcement."

The crisp sound dropped a stone on the spiritual net.

Sun Wukong felt that the fire he had created had been ignited.

His sense of sleep quietly opened his eyes.

He saw the familiar figure guarding the bedside.

She guarded day and night, and for a long time she wiped her tears and began to move forward.

After the reconstruction of the huge country, the crowd began to migrate from the West Bull Hezhou.

On the land of Nuo Da, some people cried, some people laughed, but more people were working with sweat.

The shining spiritual net illuminates a night sky and spreads toward the wider world.

The cities are rising from the ground, and adults, children, and the elderly are looking up in front of the statue.

The generations of reels were shipped out of the workshop, and the fire of the guns appeared on the floating ships.

Then, a ray of light began to flash in the hands of mortals.

Some people were injured, and some people even risked their lives.

But even so, they still have not stopped to move forward toward the future.

No matter the wind, the rain, the sun, they study hard and inspire all wisdom to create.

Sun Wukong does not know what kind of results these mortals will create.

However, the fairy tales have already been completed and the heavens are within reach.

When he wakes up, he should be able to see it.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and entered a long sleep again.

The truth of the spirit has been set.

Time begins to flow.

With the expectation of the next future, the butterfly in the dream slowly opened its wings.