Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

After a while, Zhunti said: "I guess that Sun Wukong should be looking for an opportunity to kill three corpses. It is very likely that he has already stepped into the cycle of reincarnation. Maybe a trip to the underworld will yield something."

Nu Wa didn't know what to think, her eyes became dim.

In the underworld, Sun Wukong once again ended his life and was sitting beside the back soil.

He has already started the increase of the comprehension ten thousand times, but even so, these hundreds of years have passed, and it has only increased his experience.

He threw himself into reincarnation again, but in this life, he became an ascetic.

When Sun Wukong first stepped into reincarnation, Nuwa came here.

Hou Tu and Sun Wukong, the fake saint, shouted a lot, so facing this real saint at this time, there was not much surprise in his eyes.

Nuwa studied Houtu and sat down just before the reincarnation.

"How many lives has he been through?" she asked.

There is no number of Houtu, but she and Samsara are one body. With a thought, she replied: "Counting this time, the eighteenth."

Nuwa looked at Samsara with a faint gaze, and said softly, "This is a good number."

The two waited for nearly a hundred years before that reincarnation before they saw a monk walking from the Yama Temple with a blank face.

Houtu sensed that this was Sun Wukong, and immediately handed back the memory to him.

Sun Wukong woke up suddenly, and after the two memories were rubbed together, the feeling became stronger and stronger.

The life of this ascetic is the longest he has experienced, nearly a hundred years.

He also saw Nuwa, but he didn't have time to pay attention to her at this time. He returned to his original body and sat up with his knees crossed.

In this life, he realized his own goodness.

The ascetic monk did not know how many roads he had walked or how many good deeds he had done.

But at the end of his life, he realized that his life was nothing but loess.

Whether it is good or evil, it is not the standard by which people are judged.

Good and evil are two of three corpses.

Therefore, with this sword, Sun Wukong first went to cut off the good corpse.

Nu Wa looked at Sun Wukong with great interest. The latter seemed to be extremely focused on his cultivation.

Instead, wait.

A hundred years have passed, and it's not too short of time.

Soon, a body exactly like him appeared in front of Sun Wukong.

The former also opened his eyes at this time, and there was a face that was exactly the same as his, accurate to the hair, and there was nothing different from him.

However, there was something very gentle in the eyes of the other party, and that look of compassion and compassion made Sun Wukong a little uncomfortable.

Both of them stood up at this time.

"I am your kindness, do you really want to kill me in order to be that saint?" Shanshi said.

Sun Wukong nodded without any hesitation.

The golden hoop was already in his hands, but at this moment, the good corpse laughed.

"You won't, even if people from the outside see how arrogant you are, but there is always goodwill in your heart, you will never harm innocent people for no reason, so you rescued a city of people under Qiming's hands, and you devote yourself to it. In reincarnation, goodness is the main thing, you are a good person, why should you deceive yourself..."

Sun Wukong looked at him coldly, and finally sneered.

"Are you my good corpse, you don't seem to know me!"

When the voice fell, the golden hoop swung out.

Taking into account that this is the place of reincarnation, Sun Wukong did not use all his strength.

However, the golden hoop rod penetrated from the body of the good corpse.

At this moment, he laughed and said: "Do you really think that the three corpses were cut off with a knife, the sharpest thing in this world is never a sword, and the most powerful thing is not those so-called innate weapons, It's people's hearts!"

Sun Wukong stopped, staring blankly at his good corpse.

It's just that, without a knife, what should he use to behead?

Nu Wa showed a faint smile on the side.

Three corpses and three corpses, how much the existence of the Primordial Golden Immortal has been blocked, how can it be cut off with a knife and a stick.

You must know that these three corpses are not others, but themselves.

Good corpse, evil corpse, self corpse.

In fact, it's just some kind of obsession.

As long as that obsession is cut off, people will become saints.

It is a pity that Sun Wukong at this time does not seem to know the key, so he is confused.

Chapter [-]: Grab the Tree

He raised his head, looked at the good corpse, and finally laughed suddenly.