Chapter 216, The Monkey King, Unswervingly
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Goku seemed to be completely numb.
Anyway.
The sentient beings on the fairy boat are already numb.
I saw the three-eyed giant god again, saw him swing his axe down, and saw the scene of the world collapsing.
There was not much turmoil in their hearts.
Not even much fear.
Anyway, I will do it again.
Isn't it?
They are now the toys of the Supreme Power, trapped in this repeated cycle.
No matter how hard you struggle, it seems meaningless.
But at this moment.
Lin Yuan's figure suddenly appeared on the shoulders of the three-eyed giant god.
He looked down coldly.
He spoke lightly:
"Wukong, this is the last chance. If you still can't break through yourself, then you will completely return to nothingness."
"It is not difficult for me to open up another world."
After saying that.
He didn't care about Wukong's reaction and his figure disappeared.
Above the fairy boat, the originally numb eyes of sentient beings finally rippled after hearing Lin Yuan's cold words.
They knew that this might be the last hope, and the spark of this hope was placed on Wukong.
For a moment, countless pairs of eyes looked at Wukong, and there was expectation, fear, and a faint light of hope in his eyes.
Wukong felt the eyes of everyone. He subconsciously raised his head, but at that moment, he seemed to be burned by thousands of gazes.
His eyes were full of confusion, his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself:
"But what exactly should I do to break through myself?"
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used all his strength.
At this moment, an elderly immortal god slowly walked to Wukong.
He patted Goku on the shoulder lightly and said in a trembling voice:
"Wukong, we have experienced these eighty reincarnations with you. Every failure has made our beliefs more firm.
You are the Lingming Stone Monkey in the world, with endless potential. Perhaps, what you need is not strong power, but a brave heart. ”
Wukong raised his head and looked at the immortal god, with a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes:
"Brave heart? I have been trying my best. Am I not brave enough?"
The immortal shook his head and sighed:
"You are indeed brave, but you have always been bound by fear and despair. You are afraid of failure and afraid of being unable to protect us. It is this fear that makes your power unable to be truly released.
You must know that true courage is not to be not afraid, but to be able to move forward firmly in the face of fear. ”
At the same time, a Buddha also walked up, folded his hands together, and said softly:
"Wukong, Buddhism is about letting go of your obsessions and liberating your mind. You have always been obsessed with protecting everything in this world, but you have ignored your inner needs.
Perhaps, you should let go of the burden in your heart and find your true self. ”
Wukong fell into deep thought as he listened to the words of the immortal god and the Buddha.
His mind constantly emerged from the past, the days of fighting side by side with his friends, the efforts to protect all living beings.
He suddenly realized that he had been fighting for others all the time, but never really lived for himself.
"Living for yourself..."
Wukong repeated this sentence in a low voice, and a ray of light gradually appeared in his eyes.
His body began to tremble slightly.
He looked at the giant axe that was about to fall again, and at the sentient beings on the fairy boat who placed their hopes on him, his heart was filled with thoughts.
He asked himself, what exactly is he wanting?
Is it peace for the people? For so long, he has been working hard for this. In order to protect the countless people in this world, he has tried his best, and even after 80 failures, he has never given up.
Looking at the creatures struggling desperately in disaster, the compassion in his heart surged like a tide, and the sense of responsibility to protect them had already been deeply rooted in his heart.
He remembers every face that is twisted by fear, every cry of despair, he longs to see the peace of the people and to return to peace in this world.
But what about freedom? He was originally the unrestrained Lingming Stone Monkey, born between heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and should have been free and free in the heaven and earth without restraint.
He remembered the days when he used to play with the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain. At that time, he was carefree and unrestrained, enjoying the beauty of nature.
He yearns for that kind of free and easy life, and longs for the freedom and freedom without any restraint.
The two thoughts kept intertwining and colliding in his heart, causing him to fall into deeper confusion.
He wanted to protect the people, but this heavy responsibility made him lose his freedom. He longed for freedom, but could not watch all living beings fall into suffering.
His eyes fell on the sentient beings on the fairy boat again, and their eyes were still full of expectations. It was trust in him and a desire for life.
He remembered the courage that the immortal god said, moving forward firmly in the face of fear, and remembering the obsession that the Buddha said, let go of his obsession and find his true self.
"How should I choose?"
Wukong murmured to himself, with a hint of helplessness and pain in his voice.
His body swayed slightly, as if he was pulled by these two contradictory thoughts, not knowing where to go.
At this time, the crisis between heaven and earth became increasingly urgent. The giant axe of the three-eyed giant god was getting closer and closer to the immortal boat. The surrounding space had begun to twist and deform, making heart-wrenching sounds.
But Wukong is still immersed in his own confusion, wandering between the peace and freedom of the people.
On the fairy boat, all living beings looked at the terrifying giant axe that was so close to each other. At this moment, the fear in their hearts finally broke through the numb shackles.
In this desperate atmosphere, a person in the crowd suddenly screamed, hissing and resolute:
"Anyway, we will die. It is better to do our last little effort before we die and give all of us to the Great Sage. As long as the Great Sage can survive, we will be considered to have survived!"
This shout was like a huge rock thrown into the dead lake, instantly causing thousands of waves.
The sentient beings who were originally stunned by fear had a trace of determination flashed in their eyes.
They looked at each other, as if they had reached a tacit understanding at that moment.
Immediately afterwards, sentient beings spontaneously made amazing moves without hesitation.
They raised the magic weapon in their hands, bite their fingers or cut their wrists, and bright red blood flowed out of their bodies, and they spread the blood into the fairy boat without hesitation.
For a moment, blood light surged into the sky on the fairy boat, and the strong smell of blood quickly spread.
An elderly woman with calmness and firmness in her eyes. She slowly cut her arm and let blood drip down her arm on the fairy boat. She murmured:
"Great Sage, this is the last strength of my body. I hope you can succeed."
A young fairy child with a childish face still on his face. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the blood in his heart, sprinkled it onto the fairy boat. His voice trembled but he was extremely firm: "Great Sage, you must live!"
The Buddhas folded their hands together and recited the Buddha's name in their mouths. The Buddha's light around them turned into wisps of blood and merged into the fairy boat.
The immortals and gods also sacrificed their natal magic weapons, injected the power from the magic weapons into the immortal boat, and then allowed the magic weapons to be broken.
Blood continued to gather, forming strange blood patterns on the fairy boat. These blood patterns intertwined each other, emitting a mysterious and powerful force.
Under the injection of this power, the originally shaky state of the immortal boat gradually stabilized, and the hull began to emit a faint light, which was filled with the hope and belief of all living beings.
Wukong looked at this scene with shock and emotion in his eyes.
His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any noise.
The contradictions that once tangled in his heart seemed no longer so important at this moment.
He felt the power given to him by sentient beings, which was a power that transcends life and death and transcends fear, a power that he could not live up to no matter what.
"You."
Wukong's voice trembled, and he clenched his fists, and an unprecedented sense of courage surged in his heart.
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He could no longer suppress his inner emotions.
He raised his head and made a long roar that shook the sky and the earth.
"Master, this is the last time I call you Master!"
Wukong's voice exploded like thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.
In his eyes, golden light flashed, as if there was a blazing fire.
"I know you want me to become stronger, but have you ever asked me about my wishes? Have you ever asked about the wishes of these sentient beings?"
His eyes scanned the devastated world around him, and looked at the sentient beings on the fairy boat who had given everything for him. Some of them collapsed weakly to the ground, while others even held their eyes to him, their eyes full of trust and expectation.
"I, Lao Sun, struggled and failed again and again in these eighty-one cycles of reincarnation, but I have never given up. I have always wanted to protect this sentient being and to bring peace to this world."
Wukong's voice trembled slightly,
"But what do you think of us as? You used it as a pawn for your experiment, as a toy you fiddled with at will!"
He clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and the magic power around him surged wildly, as if he was about to break through his body's restraint.
"I, Lao Sun, will break off your kindness with you today!"
His voice was full of determination,
"I want to seek justice from you for all living beings! My old Su, you will never let you act like this again and treat our life and death as a joke!"
At this moment, Wukong was no longer the confused and wandering Lingming stone monkey. His eyes were full of determination and courage to resist.
He no longer feared the powerful Lin Yuan, nor was he troubled by the contradictions in his heart.
He wants to challenge the noble master and the person who controls everything for all sentient beings, for himself, and for this world.
"Today, even if I am broken into pieces, I will let you know that we are not ants at your mercy!"
Wukong's roar echoed between heaven and earth, as if a lightning bolt that cut through the darkness, instantly igniting the flame deep in his heart.
at the same time.
An invisible shackle seemed to be shattering in his heart with a "click".
This shackle was formed quietly at some point, bound his mind and imprisoning his power, allowing him to wander in confusion and fear.
At this moment, under the trust and expectation of sentient beings, and in his resistance to the unfair fate, the shackles were finally overwhelmed and completely broken.
As the shackles were broken, the force that had been suppressed for a long time surged out like a flood that broke through the dam.
The power that originally restricted him disappeared at this moment.
Around his body, golden light surged and hovered wildly, and the light became more and more dazzling, as if it was about to illuminate the entire world.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to feel the impact of this powerful force and began to resonate with his voice.
In the sky, the originally dark clouds began to tremble violently, and lightning danced like a silver snake, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if cheering for Wukong's awakening.
On the earth, mountains, rivers and rivers were trembling, and the traces of being destroyed by the power of the giant god seemed to be slowly healing at this moment.
Wukong's power surged like an unstoppable torrent.
His figure gradually became blurred in the light, and at the same time, the scene of the whole world began to undergo wonderful changes.
Everything in the world, mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, trees, and even the dust floating in the air began to merge with him.
Gradually, the whole world turned into his appearance.
His body seemed to have become an endless sky, accommodated all things in the world.
His breath is like the pulse of the earth, nourishing every creature.
And sentient beings are also closely connected with them in this wonderful change.
Their power of life, their hopes and beliefs have all become part of Wukong's power.
At this time, Wukong was no longer the lonely Lingming stone monkey. He turned into the entire world. All beings are him, and he is also sentient beings.
He could feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of every creature, and could hear every faint heartbeat.
His heart was filled with love and responsibility for all living beings, and his determination to fight to the end of the unfair destiny.
And the giant axe of the three-eyed giant god who was about to fall seemed to become smaller in the face of such powerful power as Wukong.
He has become one with all living beings in heaven and earth!
Under his control, the fairy boat carrying the hope and sacrifice of all living beings flashed and quickly changed.
In the end, it turned into a Ruyi Golden Hoop again.
Wukong reached out to hold the golden cudgel and felt a familiar and even stronger force pouring into his body along his arms.
The golden cudgel trembled slightly in his hands.
He looked down at the golden cudgel in his hand, his eyes full of determination.
At this time, the giant axe of the three-eyed giant god had already arrived with a breath of destruction. Wukong raised his head, his eyes as lightning.
He took a deep breath, and the power around him gathered frantically on the golden cudgel in his hand.
The golden cudgel began to emit a dazzling light, illuminating the endless darkness.
"Eat my old grandson!!!"
Wukong shouted loudly, and his voice rang through the world like a bell.
He tried hard to swing the ultimate stick, and the golden hoop, with unparalleled power, cut through the sky and faced the giant axe of the giant god.
(This chapter ends)