In Wanling City, Sun Wukong only invites everyone to get together on two festivals.

One is Mid-Autumn Festival and the other is Spring Festival.

But the Mid-Autumn Festival does not hold banquets every year, so the Spring Festival is the most lively day in Wanling City every year.

After the annual year-end summary, the Temple of All Sacrifice was dressed up in dazzling light, and immortals and monsters gathered together to celebrate the end of the year.

Wanling City and Shanhai City are also very lively, with bright stars and bustling people.

Under the night, the fairies Chang'e arrived as scheduled and danced in the sky.

After more than ten years of inheritance, this has become an unwritten convention.

*** After the noise and excitement, the immortals left one by one in the middle of the night.

Sun Wukong stood at the door of the Ten Thousand Spirit Hall to say goodbye to them, looked at the many fairy lights passing by the sky, and sighed slightly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ao Luan sensitively discovered his ups and downs.

"My path no longer belongs to me."

Sun Wukong answered.

He overlooked Wanling City. Although it was late at night, the brilliant lights were enough to illuminate the night sky.

From the beginning of learning the arts to today, Sun Wukong has shouldered the expectations of too many people and is no longer moving forward alone.

He is the leader and has the responsibility to protect those who stand with him.

"I'll leave tonight."

Sun Wukong suddenly said.

Ao Luan was shocked, but pursed her lips and said nothing.

Sun Wukong returned to the room, but found that Ao Luan followed.

"What do you do with me?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"farewell."

Ao Luan replied.

"It's just a long sleep."

Sun Wukong smiled: "I get up from time to time and take a look."

He didn't really leave the Temple of All Sacrifice, so he didn't tell a few people about this.

"I want to see my brother's spell."

Ao Luan made another excuse.

"Spell?" Sun Wukong thought for a while: "It's good, let's show it to you."

He stretched out his hand and wrote the word "Dream" in the air.

When the word Dream appears, golden light flashes, turning into thousands of glowing butterflies flying in the room.

The room suddenly became colorful, like a illusion.

"Is this Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterfly?"

Ao Luan looked at the butterflies: "What exactly are they?"

"Turn dreams into mirrors of reality."

Sun Wukong said: "My will be presented thousands of miles away through them and become a reality."

Ao Luan reacted.

"Brother wants to use dreams to create a clone?"

“Yes…not.”

Sun Wukong shook his head. What he wanted to create was not a clone, but a mirror and water moon.

Although Ao Luan didn't understand, he understood one thing: "Brother, can you directly enter the Sutra Pavilion?"

“Not for the time being.”

Sun Wukong sighed. His magical power is not that powerful yet.

At such a long distance, it is already amazing that he can turn his dreams into reality.

"I can only turn into a mortal."

Sun Wukong said, "I don't even have spiritual roots."

Ao Luan was stunned: "How do you go to the Sutra Pavilion?"

"Ladder."

Sun Wukong was concise and concise.

Emperor Donghua investigated him in advance. The Sutra Pavilion is not in the Heavenly Palace, but in the Dongsheng Shenzhou. It is one of the three thousand immortal paths and can be climbed through the ladder.

"Precautions the country of all spirits for me."

Sun Wukong walked to the bed and said, "Don't let someone wake me up unless it's necessary."

"yes."

Ao Luan bowed and watched Sun Wukong lying on the bed.

The hundreds of butterflies flew into his body and disappeared.

Ao Luan looked at it for a while and confirmed that Sun Wukong had fallen asleep before carefully covering the door and leaving the room.

Two months later, the harbour of Jamba Continent.

A middle-aged man was thrown from a merchant ship by two ship workers.

"Dumb, what do you come up to do if you don't have money?"

The two boatmen cursed: "You are so old and still have the face to rub the boat!"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times to the boatman, and said something silently.

He didn't understand why he wanted to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou, but he kept thinking about this matter in his heart and wanted to go through it no matter what.

"Give."

A voice sounded.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw the boy in front of him handing him a purse.

The middle-aged man looked over in confusion.

"Hold it."

The boy stuffed the money into his hands and said, "Don't wander around, take the money and find a place to live a good life."

For some reason, the boy's voice was very charming. As soon as he said, the middle-aged man's thought of going to Dongsheng Shenzhou disappeared.

"Secret Wu, get on the boat and you're going to set off!"

The boatman on the boat shouted.

"Here you come."

The boy responded, smiled at the middle-aged man, and then ran quickly onto the boat.

"What are you doing?"

The two boatmen grabbed the boy and said nothing about him: "This is obviously a rogue!"

"You're just so kind."

The boatmen were scolding the boy, but they were not angry.

Wu Xiang is a boy picked up by the captain on the beach two months ago. He seemed to have encountered a shipwreck and forgot everything about him. He only remembers that he was called Wu Xiang.

Seeing that he was pitiful, the captain took him to work as a boatman. The other boatmen didn't like him at first, but he was eloquent and cheerful, and soon got along with them.

"You are crazy and you actually gave the hard-earned money for nothing."

After the merchant ship left the port, the other ship workers also scolded the young man: "If you are like this, how can you get married in the future?"

"Get a wife?"

The boy subconsciously said, "What are you doing to marry a wife?"

"Of course it's time to start a family and start a business."

The boatmen smiled: "You are not a god, and if you don't marry a wife, how can you retire in the future?"

"Maybe I will become a god in the future!"

The boy couldn't help but snorted coldly.
To be continued...