Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

Not only has Western religion failed to gain the beliefs of the entire Three Realms, but its own foundation cannot be guaranteed.

The Jade Buddha had become a nail in his eyes, a thorn in his flesh.

What makes them embarrassed is that they can't make their own shots to settle this thorn in the eye.

This is a battle, a battle of faith.

If they choose to take action, then no matter what the result is, they will all lose.

Therefore, the two saints were still led away by the Jade Buddha with Nezha.

Chapter [-] Reincarnation

Let this world change, after all, it will not be able to escape the star-shifting.

This is not actually destiny, but the original rules of this world.

Dawn is coming, and even a saint cannot slow him down.

The evidence of the saint in this world is not the saint himself, but time.

They have hurried through these tens of millions of years, and many people have turned into loess, but only saints will always stand in that time.

The Jade Buddha will continue to preach his Tao. His idea is to visit every corner of Xiniu Hezhou first.

Nezha had nowhere to go now, so he followed behind the Jade Buddha.

After that day, the two no longer have any barriers and have become the best friends.

Although the sage came to this side of the world, he did not make much noise again. Instead, they all fell silent.

The situation is unbelievably stable.

But it is reasonable, even if they are saints, they will also be subject to this world, unless they can really give up this world.

They may not be able to completely suppress Sun Wukong by taking a rash action, but this Fang Tiandi will definitely not be able to bear it.

Sun Wukong stepped into reincarnation.

In the first life, he was born in a small country in the southern state of Zhanbu.

Both parents were farmers, and he was always a little toiled every day, but when his father came home, he would tirelessly play with the family's children.

Time flies, the child gradually grew up, and there was no difference. He took the hoe from his father.

He fell in love with a girl in the next village, but he was naturally inferior, but he didn't dare to express it.

Not long after, a wealthy young man and his friend rode a horse past, trampling all the crops he planted.

He got angry.

It was the first time he was so angry since he was a child.

It's just helpless that the rich and noble son's background is indeed unusual, and then he was trampled to death with a horse's hoof.

This is his first life, very short, but only ten years.

He returned to the underworld again, and before that reincarnation, Houtu looked at him again.

All the memories returned and reorganized, and there was a trace of resentment on his eyebrows.

Why after he was reincarnated, there was no trace of that person on his body.

Such a life is too useless for Sun Wukong.

He stepped into that cycle again.

This time, he still threw himself into a poor family who couldn't raise another child and left him out of the wilderness.

Eventually a passing ranger swordsman took him away.

He grew up very smoothly in the sword, light and sword shadow. The swordsman became his adoptive father, and he became the only apprentice of the swordsman.

At the age of eighteen, the enemy finally came to the door, and the two fought bloody on the cliff all night, but in the end they couldn't stop it.

The old swordsman pulled him to him and asked, "You know, what is the most gratifying thing for me?"

He raised his head, his face was firm, but he replied, "I know, accept my apprentice!"

The swordsman slapped him on the head and said, "When can you get rid of the problem of stealing people's words!"

After only half a sound, the swordsman calmed down, and instead, he said, "We are all mortals, and we will all die."

The words fell, and the swordsman's eyes were placed on the short knife stuck in his chest, and he said again: "Can you survive?"

The latter looked at him with great doubts, there was a dead end in front of them, they had no way to retreat, and the enemy was watching them on the deathbed with cold eyes.

The swordsman grabbed his sleeve with one hand and threw him off the cliff.

It turned out that there was a big river under the cliff, so the swordsman asked if he could survive.

On that day, he did survive. There was nothing else, the cliffs were not towering, and the river was not turbulent.

Instead of holding a sword, he returned to the cliff alone, and found his adoptive father, the swordsman, among the corpses on the ground.

He ignited a great fire, burning the swordsman to ashes, and the ashes were thrown into the water.

Eighteen years, from the day he met the swordsman, he began to spend it in the shadow of swords and swords.