mythical visionary

Chapter 55 The new resident of the theater, Xia Mingwei's request (4000 words)
On the night of the fifth day ago, a dormitory in the church.

"When the myth sequence rises to the second level, you will meet the myth will remaining in the sequence for the first time." Qing Zhulin said, "During this period, the myth will is at its weakest state, and it will not cause you any harm. Too much of a threat, so you can try to communicate with it."

"Communication..." Xia Mingwei looked puzzled, and frankly said that he really thought that the feasibility was minimal, after all, what kind of character is Monkey King--the representative of the rebellious spirit in Chinese mythology.

How difficult is it to subdue to a human being, or to cooperate with it?Even if this kind of character is repeated in his spiritual world, it is not a strange thing to cause trouble in the heavenly palace. After all, there is no Tathagata Buddha and Bodhi Patriarch to control him now...

"Yes, communication." Kiyotake Rin flipped through Camus' "The Plague".

"Then what kind of scene was it when you first met the mythical will of Yamata no Orochi?"

Qing Zhulin flipped the pages of the book, as if organizing words, and then slowly said after a while:
"My consciousness came to a dark place, where there was only a piece of gray sand and the sea, and Yamata no Orochi stayed in that ocean. Its eight heads quarreled after seeing me, and three of them Talking about wanting to eat me, the other five heads made a fuss, like five mental patients bouncing around, they tangled together and bit each other until they lost the strength to bite, and fell into the sea, muttering He murmured: 'I'll let you go'."

"It sounds like..." Xia Mingwei was taken aback, "Yaqi no Orochi doesn't seem very smart?"

"It's not very smart." Qing Zhulin said lightly: "You should take care of yourself first, Yamata no Orochi is sleeping most of the time, so the probability of losing control is very low," she paused, "Black Wukong is It's different, it's a monkey after all... full of energy."

"Then..." Xia Mingwei hesitated for two seconds, "If my consciousness is killed by the mythical will, what will happen?"

"Mythical will can't completely obliterate your will. At most, it will crush you for a short time, and then replace you and control your body. But as long as your will can be ignited again and drive it back to the spiritual world, then To regain control of the body."

"So it is."

"This process will be very painful, so I am worried that you will not be able to make it through. After all, we are not facing a level of dilemma." Qingzhu Rin said, "No matter what, the most important thing is that you cannot be distorted and polluted by them. Being yourself is the most important thing.”

Xia Mingwei was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "It's okay, I can handle it."

In the violently turbulent fantasy theater, Xia Mingwei stared at the mythical will of Hei Wukong. The terrifying coercion was like thousands of black pythons, gradually passing through the cell, climbing up every skin of him, making his body gently Trembling, as if in a polar ice cave.

Qing Zhulin said: The mythical will will appear in the spiritual world of the sequence holder... Her Yamata no Orochi appeared in a gray ocean, while the mythical will of Black Wukong appeared in my fantasy. Here, does this mean that the visionary sequence made my spiritual world look like a theater?

Also, after Black Wukong appeared, Fantasy Cinema created a prison cell to control it at the first time... It is equivalent to a kind of defensive power of the Visionary sequence against the spirit of the holder.

So, in the future, with the advancement of the Dreamer sequence, my fantasy theater will become stronger, and the probability of Black Wukong breaking free from the prison will become smaller and smaller?
Xia Mingwei's thoughts flowed.

The trance light from the theater shone through the gap into this dark prison cell. Hei Wukong was closing his eyes, his left hand rested on his bent knee, and his right hand was still tightly holding the golden cudgel. Shadow jumps on its body surface, and the outwardly expanding fur outline is quite aggressive.

"Don't worry..." Xia Mingwei comforted himself, "The newly awakened mythical will is the weakest. If even Black Wukong of this period can't resist, then how will I get along with him in the future?"

Fantasy Theater slowly returned to calm, no longer violent and turbulent.At the same time, Goku Black woke up, raised his eyelids, leaned on his parietal bone, and asked hoarsely:
"My grandson... where is this?"

Although Xia Mingwei was mentally prepared, when he heard Wukong's words, he was still stunned for two seconds, took a deep breath, and said slowly:
"In my head."

Hei Wukong's browbones drooped suddenly, and his red pupils looked directly at Xia Mingwei: "Your brain... is ridiculous, really ridiculous, how dare you fool the old grandson."

"I think you won't be able to leave here for a while, so we can..." Xia Mingwei spoke halfway before his voice stopped abruptly.

boom!
Black Wukong violently rose from the ground, turned into a stream of shadows and rushed onto the iron fence composed of thousands of iron chains. He raised the golden cudgel and smashed it down heavily. ring.

Xia Mingwei frowned slightly, he couldn't see Black Wukong's movements clearly at all. If it was Qing Zhulin's situation, facing the unfettered mythical will, his conscious body would have been smashed into a pulp.

"Let my old grandson go out—!" Black Wukong bared his teeth and roared, holding the golden cudgel in one hand, and firmly grasping the iron fence with the other palm.

"I can't do it." Xia Mingwei answered briefly.

"Ancestor Tathagata..." Black Wukong nodded slowly, glaring at Xia Mingwei like a wild beast, "Is it the phantom conjured up by that dog of Patriarch Tathagata? Don't think you can hide it from me... I know this is your trick! I'll kill you!" Those stinky gods and Buddhas all over the heaven, now you are the only one left...Only you can do this kind of thing!" Its face twitched slightly, its gums were sticking out, its scarlet pupils reflected Xia Mingwei's appearance, and it was unstoppable The murderous aura rushed out like a spring waterfall, Xia Mingwei's body seemed to be covered by a sticky swamp, and it was difficult to even breathe.

It killed all gods and Buddhas?The story of Black Wukong is indeed different from that of Monkey King, Xia Mingwei thought to himself, because of the different experiences, it is Black Wukong, not Monkey King, who was born.

"You imprisoned me for 500 years, 500 years!" Hei Wukong roared, "I was able to tear the six-character Daming spell, escape from Wuxing Mountain, and slaughter the land god and the five gods who suppressed me for hundreds of years. Fang Jiedi smashed the Five Elements Mountain with one stick, and you were furious, but you didn't know that I was already the Huaguo Mountain ape who was slaughtered by others!"

It clings tightly to the chains that make up the fence, and the thousands of chains vibrate like a terrifying moan from a revived beast.

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Xia Mingwei frowned tightly. He didn't expect that just now when he met Black Wukong's mythical will, the other party would regard him as the Tathagata Buddha, and Wuxiang Cinema as the illusion that the Tathagata made him fall into.

In the next few minutes, Black Wukong waved the golden cudgel and smashed the iron chain frantically, and even called out a clone to help him, but there was no tendency to break, but the whole theater trembled violently, and Xia Mingwei's spirit seemed to be torn apart. Every time Black Wukong swung his stick, it was as if he had been hit hard in the head.

In the end, seeing that the struggle was fruitless, Black Wukong tried to draw out jet-black streaming shadows from the pores on his body surface, each stream of streaming shadows gradually converged on the golden cudgel, and the stick expanded violently, turning into nearly several times its original size. roughness.It gritted its teeth, raised the golden cudgel violently, and swung it at the iron chain with unstoppable vigor.

But at this moment, the shadow of Hei Wukong's whole body suddenly collapsed, including the part gathered on the golden cudgel.

boom!
Hitting the top of the 'iron fence' with a stick, it was still so weak, the barrier remained motionless, and Xia Mingwei in the rear endured the severe mental pain, waiting for Black Wukong to regain his sanity.

"You..." Black Wukong looked at his hands, then slowly raised his head, staring blankly at the black coat of arms on the back of Xia Mingwei's hand, "You deprived me of my power? Why is it on you...Why?!"

Xia Mingwei remained silent. He already knew how difficult it was to communicate with this thing. If he said something wrong, it might anger it, so he simply stopped talking.

He now understands that it is almost impossible to communicate with such a hysterical figure, and it will only escalate the conflict between them.

It's better to wait for Black Wukong to calm down before making plans.

After a long silence, Black Wukong's face twitched, with an expression of anger and sadness, and it murmured: "I'm back again... I'm locked up again..." Knowing that it was powerless to struggle, it retreated into the cell , lowered his head, sat down against the cold wall, still in the same posture, with his left hand resting on his bent knees, his right hand dropped to the ground, and he slowly let go of the golden cudgel, his eyes inadvertently revealed emotions, that is Hundreds of years of loneliness and unresolved sadness.

Xia Mingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that if you continue to make such a fuss, my brain will really crack, or at least I will have a concussion.

"Listen to me, Tathagata old man..." Hei Wukong said hoarsely, "I have already sworn at that time, if all the gods in the sky are against me, then I will kill all the gods and Buddhas, including you... …Old Dog Tathagata, don’t think you can imprison me again, don’t think…”

"I'm really not the Tathagata Buddha, believe it or not." Xia Mingwei said with a blank expression.

Black Wukong smiled sadly and did not reply.

"I have something to do next, but I feel that it's too boring for you to stay here alone." Xia Mingwei picked up the remote control of the fantasy theater, which he discovered when he was researching the theater before, and it can be used to play movies, "so Let me show you a movie, um...for example, the animated version of "Havoc in Heaven" is not bad."

It is miraculous that Xia Mingwei can show all the movies and TV series that Xia Mingwei has watched in his life. In the future, he does not need a TV to revisit any movie, just watch it directly in the theater in his mind.

Usually, when Totoro stays alone in the theater, he will pat the remote control with his paw until the movie "Doraemon" appears on the screen of the theater.This little black cat likes to watch "Doraemon" very much. When Xia Mingwei is away or does not need it, it will always lie on the seat and watch the life of Nobita and the robot cat "Doraemon" quietly , as if envious of their warm life.

In order to prevent Black Wukong from getting too bored and making too much noise, Xia Mingwei decided to hand over the theater's remote control after careful consideration.

He glanced at Brother Hou's expression, and after a while, he slowly inserted the remote control through the gap between the iron nets and landed on the ground in the cell.

After doing this, Xia Mingwei sat down against the iron net to see if he could see the big screen in the theater from Wukong's perspective.The result is that it can be done, although it will be obscured by the rows of seats to a small part of the bottom, but at least generally no problem.

"Old Tathagata, what kind of bullshit are you talking about?" Hei Wukong asked, "What is the animated version of Havoc in Heaven?"

"This thing can watch movies, even though you don't know what movies are." Leaning on the iron net, Xia Mingwei said lightly, "You can try it, just integrate it into modern life." He paused, "Well, actually, "Duo Doraemon is also good, suitable for all ages, and Totoro also likes to watch it, is it not good for monkeys to bully cats?"

Black Wukong frowned, and after a while, he suddenly raised the golden cudgel and smashed it at the small black remote control.

As a result, he failed to smash the remote control, because this thing is not broken.Instead, "Doraemon" was played on the screen of the theater. Because My Neighbor Totoro happened to be watching it before and still kept the playback record, so it was this animation that was played the first time.

The Totoro, who was lying on the seat too frightened to move, its fur bristling, slowly raised its furry head, opened its big round eyes, and stared at the picture on the screen.

After a while, Totoro straightened up, sat on the chair, and watched the big screen quietly.The black fluff reflects the slight light, and the tail sways gently, representing that the cat's mental state is gradually soothing.

Black Wukong raised his head and looked at the screen: Doraemon took out any door from the treasure bag and took Nobita to Jurassic World.

It frowned and asked slowly: "Old Dog Tathagata, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Xia Mingwei shrugged: "Knock the remote control a few more times with the golden cudgel, you can change the channel, if you don't like watching cartoons, you can change to something else." He stood up, "I'm leaving, there are still things to be busy in reality, come back later Let me chat with you, this place is not as boring as the Five Elements Mountain, if I can just sit and watch movies without doing anything every day, that is really my ideal life." After a pause, he added, "But I have to put Killed my enemy."

Hei Wukong was only half-knowledgeable, and his face was full of confusion. Only the word "enemy" could be understood by him.

It said in its heart: all Buddhas and Tathagatas have enemies?No matter how hypocritical he is, he is still a god and Buddha. It is unreasonable to say such a thing, and he is ashamed of the name of a god and Buddha.

"Enemies?" Wukong asked.

"Fire giant, Surtur." Xia Mingwei lowered his head and looked at the black Wukong emblem on the back of his hand, "To me, it is like the Tathagata Buddha who has kept you under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years... so powerful that it makes me hysterical, Make me powerless and furious, so I can understand your feelings." After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at the monster in the cell, "Sun Wukong, I need your strength to help me kill it .”

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