Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

"Do you know what the heaviest thing in this world is?" Sun Wukong asked at this moment.

The six-eared macaque thought for a while before answering, "Your Majesty's wishful golden hoop?"

Sun Wukong shook his head. Although the golden hoop is [-] jin, it is not the heaviest in the world.

The six-eared macaque thought again. He thought that Sun Wukong was talking about the weapon. Since it was not a golden hoop, what else could it be?

He expanded his scope of thinking a bit, and then chuckled: "Should it be the earth under our feet?"

Sun Wukong withdrew his gaze from Jin and walked out.

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Chapter [-] The Heaviest Thing

The six-eared macaque followed Sun Wukong, walking behind him, frowning slightly, and asked, "Then what is the heaviest?"

Sun Wukong said softly: "Responsibility."

The body of the six-eared macaque suddenly stopped.

"Everyone in this world has their own responsibilities. It is the most heavy thing in the world, but if you look at the world today, you don't know how many golden bodies there are, but who really takes responsibility?"

"They eat the incense, but they still let the world go chaotic, people and monsters have different paths, friction is constant, and droughts and floods are afflicted. Who will really deal with it, instead, the source of these disasters is triggered by them."

"Which place makes the Jade Emperor unhappy, the Jade Emperor either doesn't rain, or it rains heavily, don't you think this is a very ridiculous thing, everyone thinks that the gods seem to be able to enjoy it in a high-sounding manner, they They feel that all this is what they deserve, and that they are in high positions, so they can treat this big world as a game of chess."

Sun Wukong kept talking, and the six-eared macaque kept listening.

"Don't you think it's unfair?" At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly asked.

The six-eared macaque nodded subconsciously, which seemed really unfair to Sun Wukong.

In turn, Sun Wukong continued: "Some people have forgotten their responsibilities, then we will wake them up, if they can't wake up, they will wake up, what heaven, what Western religion, let him go, I want to reorganize the situation, Even a saint can't stop me."

The six-eared macaque only felt a slight chill down its spine, but it still bowed respectfully to Sun Wukong.

The two left Fuliu City and headed for the next place.

They have passed through countless great rivers and mountains, and they have also seen countless human affections, as well as the alternation of four seasons.

They live as a mortal with other mortals, and every twenty years, they leave to go to the next place.

The identities of the two are changing, and what has never changed is the heart.

Not only that, but their travels during this period of time have made their Taoism more determined.

People can understand many things in one lifetime, but they live many lifetimes.

They also saw many things that mortals have not seen.

Probably hundreds of years, their footprints are far enough.

Dynasties fall and new dynasties arise.

Monkey King and the six-eared macaque left the place where they had lived for more than ten years and walked towards a place called Chang'an.

A heavy rain swept the entire Chang'an City. The six-eared macaques were busy avoiding, but Sun Wukong walked unhurriedly.

"Master, come here!" The six-eared macaque found a perfect place to hide from the rain, and hurriedly shouted to Sun Wukong.

The latter smiled helplessly and walked over.

The people in Chang'an City, because of the sudden heavy rain, became like ants on a hot pan, scurrying around.

Outside the city, a red figure was out of tune with this dark rainy day.

It was a barefoot monk, but there was not the slightest bit of monk kindness between his eyebrows, but a hostility.

He stopped and looked at the city of Chang'an for a long time.

In fact, he was looking at the dragon energy that was rolling and flowing above this Chang'an City.

The Tang Dynasty will become the main kingdom of the mortal world for hundreds of years. The dragon is a newborn dragon, but it is very masculine.

When he left Lingshan, about five hundred years later, he killed outside for five hundred years.

Now he has become a blood Buddha through and through, a carriage galloping on the official road, galloping towards Chang'an City.

The carriage ran over the mud pit, but it poured all the sewage on Ksitigarbha Buddha's body.

He covered his face and grinned.

The carriage rose out of thin air, and then fell heavily, torn apart, and several figures fell out of it.

Ksitigarbha Buddha walked there step by step, and after getting closer, he seemed to see the pain on the faces of those people.

He lowered his head, his voice pierced through the rain.

"Buddha does not overcome suffering, I will."

He inserted his palm directly into a man's chest, and pulled out what was still beating.

Several tragic screams sounded in the rainy day, but they were eventually wiped out by the heavy rain.

This rain has become the accomplice of Ksitigarbha Buddha.

At this time, Sun Wukong and Liu Er were in a teahouse.