The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 615: Black Myth Wukong! Wu Chengen was confused: Did I write it like this? The emperors were shocked!
[Today we cheer for Sun Wukong, I just hope the evil fog will come back again! ]

[2024 is a year destined to go down in history, because a monkey appeared and saved the barren Chinese stand-alone game market. ]

[Black Myth: Wukong is online, two million people transform into Wukong and walk the journey to the West again. 】

"Black Myth Wukong? Is this a game?"

Tang Dynasty, Empress Zhangsun looked at the title in the video and asked a little confusedly.

Among the ministers below, Changsun Wuji said to his sister:
"It should be a game. We have reviewed it before."

Changsun Wuji had been knowledgeable and had a good memory since childhood. He was able to remember the previous inventory of the sky curtain. At this moment, he stood up and made everyone in the Tang Dynasty court nod their heads.

"game?"

The younger Princess Gaoyang opened her hands and looked at the sky curiously.

These two words always have an inexplicable appeal to children.

On the other side, Liu Shuang, who had been receiving patriotic education from Emperor Xuan of Han, Liu Bingyi, couldn't help but look up.

"Look, look, I'm also curious about what this game is."

Liu Bingyi patted his head, took the bamboo slips from his hand, and pulled him to look at the sky.

Under the gaze of many little viewers in the heavens, a magnificent and grand scene emerged on the screen.

[In the sky, the Four Heavenly Kings and Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun arrived at Huaguo Mountain with 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals. A monkey wearing golden armor slowly stood up. ]

[He alone is as powerful as 100,000 heavenly soldiers, he alone is as powerful as the gods and Buddhas in the sky.]

[This time, I will step into the South Sky! 】

"This is, Sun Wukong!!"

During the Ming Dynasty, he was under the Governor of Zhejiang.

A clerk was working hard when suddenly an inspiration came to him. He looked up at the sky and saw the monkey who was standing against the army alone.

He murmured something, tears welling up in his eyes. His name was not important, but he had a pen name, Wu Cheng'en.

"Sun Dasheng!"

He called out the name once again. At the same time, people from all time and space in the Ming Dynasty raised their heads and looked at that figure.

Sun Wukong already existed before Journey to the West was written, so they all read out this name.

What's more, their fathers and their grandfathers all pronounced this name.

Who’s childhood didn’t have a monkey as a companion?

Wu Cheng'en opened his mouth wide, crying and laughing, then threw down the brush in his hand, stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.

"What are you going to do? You haven't finished your work yet?"

Seeing Wu Cheng'en leave work early, his colleagues couldn't help but exclaim.

“Go write about the Great Sage in my heart!”

He should have written his own stories and compiled this unprecedented book at home when he was old.

But now, after seeing Black Myth: Wukong, the influence of that monkey has become lingering in his mind, and he wants to bring this monkey into the world himself.

Only in this way can we live up to the black myth of Monkey King in later Chinese history.

Compared to Wu Chengen's tears, more people focused their attention on the exquisite pictures that were so lifelike that they looked fake.

Liangshan Lake, the Gathering Hall.

"Wow, this looks just like the real Heavenly Palace, isn't it? Is there really Yang Jian there?"

Wu Song looked at the sky, the layers of heavenly soldiers and generals and Erlang Shen, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"How is it possible? Even if there was an Erlang Shen, he was Li Bing. How could it be Yang Jian?" Lin Chong, who had spent a few days in Tokyo City, sneered at the name Yang Jian. Yang Erlang was created by Zhao Ji himself.

Could they be able to flatter Zhao Ji? But then again, this Black Myth Wukong is really indistinguishable from the real thing!

If he could control Wukong to cause havoc in Heaven, his life would be worthwhile.

Adults still have some rationality, but how can children bear to see such a scene?

He immediately hugged his parents' legs and wanted to play Black Myth.

"Hey, this, this, where can I find this for you, my little ancestor!"

During the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youtang had a worried look on his face when facing the request of the young Crown Prince Zhu Houzhao. He only had this one son.

If he doesn't pamper her, who will?

The key is that he can't do it!

Can the Emperor play Black Myth? Dream on!
At this moment, the prologue of Black Myth: Wukong began to play on the sky curtain.

[The battle between the Great Sage and Erlang Shen shook the Flower-Fruit Mountain. In the end, Wukong was ambushed and the golden hoop reappeared on his forehead. Erlang Shen then knocked him to the top of the mountain and turned him into a stubborn stone.]

"Damn it! What kind of god is this! Destroy its temple for me!"

The big man, Liu He, the ten-year-old emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty, roared loudly and looked at Erlang Shen above his head with disgust.

Although he didn't know the story of Monkey King, he was attracted by this fearless monkey at first sight and turned to speak harshly to Erlang Shen Zhenjun.

Almost all the audiences in the heavens were standing up for Sun Wukong. Among them, Kublai Khan, who had originally wanted to suppress Taoism, was overjoyed.

"This Erlang Shen is a Taoist deity. Come on, let the Taoist priests come and debate with us and see how they oppress the Buddhist sect!"

The plot and art of Black Myth are far superior to its peers, and it also opened the eyes of audiences everywhere.

The scenes of Black Wind Mountain, Yellow Wind Ridge, Little Western Paradise, Pansi Cave, Ziyun Mountain and so on made the audience exclaim incredulously.

"How can we allow foreign races to invade our great land of China, which is so beautiful!"

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Xie An looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers above the sky with a serious expression. He decided that he must march north! Not only for the people, but also for the Chinese nation!

The plot of Black Myth progressed slowly, making the audience in front of the screen forget to eat. Even the workaholic Zhu Yuanzhang announced a one-day suspension of court.

Then he let the ministers in the court eat and watch at the same time, but after only a few bites, the above plot made Zhu Yuanzhang break down.

[When Zhu Bajie arrived at Pansiling, he met the spider spirit from the past. He remembered everything, but he didn't dare to say it.]

[The spider spirit was originally a maid of Chang'e in heaven. She fell in love with Tianpeng at first sight. When she learned that Tianpeng was demoted to the mortal world, she followed him all the way, from Miss Gao to the spider spirit, and then to the present.]

[The spider and the pig knew each other's feelings, but they could not recognize each other, because the heavens had eyes and could see everything.]

[When Zhu Bajie's spiked rake once again beat the spider spirit into a human form and it was dying, the spider spirit's voice could be heard from afar:]

[“You’re still as stupid as ever!”]

[This pig looks up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. He doesn't know what is sliding down his face. Tears?]

"It is a pity in the world that lovers cannot be together forever!"

Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma looked at each other and saw regret in their eyes.

They both have a high tear point.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Zetian patted the crying Princess Taiping and sighed imperceptibly, saying that love in the world is ultimately a luxury.

Is it true that even the gods who are high above cannot be loved?
"Mother Queen, can they really not be together?"

Princess Taiping cried so hard that she was in tears, which made Wu Zetian feel heartbroken, because she had personally sent Princess Taiping's husband to the execution ground.

(End of this chapter)