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Chapter 188 Don’t forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng!

The worry-free story quickly attracts people.

The story of Journey to the West is full of charm, and the TV series has remained popular ever since it was filmed. Even now, Sun Dasheng can still be seen on TV every summer vacation.

In the age of information explosion, there are so many entertainment projects to choose from, but people still like Sun Dasheng very much when it comes to it.

What's more, the entertainment is very boring, and the number of entertainment items is even ridiculously old.

This story is too legendary, more fascinating than those stories about emperors and generals.

Not only the common people were dumbfounded, but even the emperors and generals also listened.

In the main halls of the palaces of all dynasties, many ministers stretched their necks and showed various expressions on their faces.

One moment his face was smiling, another moment his face was solemn, another moment he looked panicked, and the next moment his face was full of fear...

This is not a place where court affairs are discussed. It is clearly the readers' meeting.

Sun Dasheng turned his head and looked up at the sky.

Wuyou's voice sounded in his ears.

When he thought back to those unrestrained years, he felt a little crazy.

"Damn Buddhist, how come you haven't been born yet... How long do I, Sun, have to wait for you?"

Wuyou talked for a long time.

"That's it. The great sage Qitian who was so majestic and causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace was pinned down by Tathagata at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. He hasn't come out yet. I happened to pass by there a few days ago and thought that the great sage Sun was there, so I went to visit. After a while, I had a drink with Sun Dasheng, but I didn’t expect Sun Dasheng to give me monkey hair..."

"I think this monkey hair must have been specially refined by the Great Sage, and through various changes, it may become a weapon to help me resist danger... Anyway, I am really grateful to the Great Sage for his kindness."

Sun Wukong laughed when he heard this.

"The little girl is quite sensible."

And those who listened to the story felt indescribable in their hearts.

It is really unexpected that a great hero like Sun Wukong would end up like that.

Even Han Xin couldn't help but sigh after hearing the story of Sun Wukong: "Such a hero... is really a pity. Compared with the great sage, my death is nothing."

Liu Che felt so sad at this time.

He also wants a piece of Monkey Hair from the Monkey King, and he wants it even to death.

But he didn't dare to tell Wuyou.

But, he wanted to meet Sun Dasheng.

For Sun Dasheng, Liu Che really loved and admired him wholeheartedly.

Not only did he like it, but throughout the dynasties, from emperors to common people, there were very few people who disliked Sun Dasheng.

Some people are already discussing among the people: "How about we worship one more god, the Great Sage Qitian..."

"it is good."

"Dad, tomorrow you go find the carpenter in our village and ask him to help carve a statue of the great saint. Our family must enshrine the great saint."

"Well, listen to you."

Of course, there are also many literati who like to write storybooks and are thinking about how to write a story with the Monkey King as the protagonist.

In the Ming Dynasty, a certain scholar raised his head and looked at the sky.

He was confused.

This, isn't this the storybook he wanted to write?
He just had an idea, but before he started writing it, the fairy actually said it... Could it be that there really are heroes like the Monkey King in this world?

The fairy has already talked about it, but what did he write?

Fortunately, Wuyou quickly said: "There are some people who can have a glimpse of the world, but they don't know it. They only think that they have imagined it, so they write down what they have glimpsed... For example, Wu Chengen and Wu during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty Sir, he wrote a story called Journey to the West. What Shangcheng records is the story of Sun Dasheng. Of course, Sun Dasheng is only the protagonist, and there are several other protagonists. I won’t go into details here. If I have time, , everyone can read Mr. Wu’s storybook.”

Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that my Ming Dynasty would have such capable people."

But later he thought that he was from the Jiajing period, and Jiajing was the unfilial son and grandson who had not been in court for more than 20 years and made people want to beat him to death with a stick. His mood never got better.

On the contrary, Emperor Jiajing, who had been asking for immortality, was so happy that he danced for joy: "Quickly, send someone to ask for Mr. Wu quickly. I want to have a long talk with him... I want to worship him as my husband and ask him for advice on the journey to the west." ." Han Dynasty
Liu Che was sore again.

"Damn it, why don't I, a big man, be so strange?"

He looked at Dongfang Shuo again: "Sir, you are well-informed, have you ever heard of such a person in our Han Dynasty?"

Dongfang Shuo shook his head: "Your Majesty, I have never encountered him before."

Liu Che sighed: "How can we meet such a capable person?"

Later, he said: "Let's find some scripts from various places..."

Halfway through, he thought that if this idea were to be passed down, it would cause unrest among the people, and many people with ulterior motives would try their best to deceive him, so he quickly turned away the topic: "I want to set up an official school. I have searched all kinds of capable people for my use."

After Wuyou advertised for Wu Chengen, he continued: "As for what will happen to Sun Dasheng after being suppressed for 500 years? Has he regained his freedom? Who saved him? Who are the other protagonists? Characters... let’s not talk about them today.”

"do not."

Many people were anxious: "Fairy, please finish speaking, otherwise we won't be able to sleep at night."

"Fairy, tell me."

"Fairy, I'm so worried and want to hear it. If you don't want to talk about it anymore, what do you want me to do?"

For a time, many barrages appeared on the screen, each one wailing and begging.

It's as if Wuyou is an irresponsible scumbag who plays with other people's feelings and then abandons them.

worry-free: ...

Is it okay for you to do this? Are you all losing face?

Many people said that as long as they can finish listening to the story of Journey to the West, face is nothing.

Especially the First Emperor.

He said with a dark face: "I don't care to hear about the big man's things."

Isn't that right? The First Emperor naturally disliked the Han Dynasty, and the emperors became angry when he mentioned the Han Dynasty. Hearing stories about the Han Dynasty that he didn't want to hear, it would be better to listen to Journey to the West, which would at least make him feel happier.

Fusu glanced at the First Emperor cautiously and said softly: "Father, let's listen to the story of the Han Dynasty. I want to know why the Han Dynasty can stretch the country for more than four hundred years."

The First Emperor was silent.

After a long time, he nodded to Fusu: "Yes."

Fusu touched his nose and thought to himself, "You can't control the fairy. What's the use of saying that?"

But his face still showed a look of joy: "Thank you, Father."

Wuyou doesn't care how others make trouble.

She can say whatever she wants.

"Right now, Sun Dasheng is still suppressed at the foot of the mountain. It's too early to say what will happen next. Let's wait. After a few more decades, he will be able to get out of trouble."

Before they finished speaking, many people's vision went dark and they almost fell down.

what?
How many more decades will it take to continue?

Are they still alive by then?
Some older people have already held the hands of their sons and grandsons and cried: "Son, dear grandson, after I die, when you hear the story of Journey to the West, remember to burn it with me."

The son also cried and nodded: "Don't worry, father, I may not be able to hear you. I'm counting on your grandson."

Then the little grandson opened a pair of innocent and stupid eyes: "Master, dad, you can't read, I'm burning you, can you understand?"

This unlucky boy...

Immediately afterwards, two generations of father and son taught the poor eyesight children, and the children burst into tears after a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat.

His father scolded: "Just burn the unfilial things. We are just illiterate. There must be some literate ghosts in the underworld. Just ask people to read them to us."

The little baby's face turned red from crying: "Why do you want me to keep burning up? There are always storytellers in the underworld. Why don't you just go to the teahouse and listen to them?"

The little baby was greeted with another lesson.

(End of this chapter)