"The person who pioneered the Hongmeng."

Walking on the corridor made of white jade, Zhenyuan Daxian asked Sun Wukong: "Brother, what does that mean?"

"I don't know."

Sun Wukong shook his head.

He really doesn't know about this.

Emperor Shouma obviously had something to hide.

However, this concealment is not important - as long as the curse of Shoumaren is untied, Sun Wukong will know the reason.

Under the leadership of the historian, Sun Wukong and Zhenyuan Daxian walked through many corridors. After twists and turns, they saw a loft built by the pool.

The attic is hundreds of feet high, covered with golden tiles, and is built with other buildings in the palace, forming a golden wave of high and low height.

"Two immortals."

The historian led the two to the attic: "The Tianlu Pavilion is in front of it."

"Is there really a curse record inside?"

Zhenyuan Daxian looked at it for a while and asked.

"have."

The historian bowed and replied: "The collection of books in Tianlu Pavilion records the history and wisdom of the Shouma people."

Sun Wukong said to Zhenyuan Daxian: "I'll go in alone."

"good."

Zhenyuan Daxian knew that he could not help him, and said, "I'll stop the idle people outside for you."

Sun Wukong nodded and strode into Tianlu Pavilion.

Zhenyuan Daxian watched him leave, and then waited by the pool with the historian.

"Where does that curse come from?"

Zhenyuan Daxian asked casually: "Your immortal body is transparent, but it doesn't seem like you have a curse to possess it."

"Strictly speaking, that's not a curse."

The historian replied: "It is an immortal method that will allow us to survive the disaster."

When the monsters all over the sky came and loved to eat shadows, the Emperor of Heaven used the immortal technique to collect the shadows of Shouma people, so that they could survive.

However, the disaster passed, and they could not understand the immortal magic.

"I see."

Zhenyuan Daxian nodded with a puzzled expression: "Since it is an immortal magic, why did it become a curse later?"

He believed that Sun Wukong would not read it wrong.

Moreover, the reaction of the people in the hall proved that it was a curse.

"At first, we only had shadows."

The historian replied: "But now, we can't even see the mirror."

He pointed to the lake and Zhenyuan Daxian looked inside, only seeing his own figure, but not the historian.

Zhenyuan's Great Immortal's face darkened, and he understood in his heart that because it was too long, the immortal magic had already deteriorated and turned into a curse.

"Shadow seems useless, but after it is lost, we realize its preciousness."

The historian said: "We, Shouma clan, have no shadow, cannot see the mirror, and sometimes cannot even recognize who we are."

"In a long time, this will become a curse for everyone."

Zhenyuan Daxian fell into deep thought.

As an outsider, it is difficult for him to understand the thoughts of Shoumaren.

On the other side, Sun Wukong is looking for books in Tianlu Pavilion.

He walked between the shelves, and the unique smell of books came towards him.

Sun Wukong likes these smells, he likes books, everything.

In this kind of book world, he looked around curiously, with light flashing in his eyes, like a child.

Sun Wukong saw many interesting books he had never seen before, and couldn't help but take them down and flip them.

This turn has been delayed for a long time.

After awakening, Sun Wukong patted his head.

"no."

His focus today is not on reading.

He pulled out the monkey hair, transformed into a hundred clones, and found a book about curses in Tianlu Pavilion.

This book is extremely thick and untainted.

Sun Wukong reached out and opened it. At that moment, the spell in the book activated.

A huge attraction came from the book, and Sun Wukong frowned slightly.

"The Book of Heaven?"

He thought about it, without any resistance, and his soul was attracted.

In the mist, he came to a city.

The city is extremely vast, prosperous and prosperous, living in all kinds of creatures dressed in gorgeous makeup.

The Qionglin Jade Palace is built in the mountains, on the water and in the sky, and mortals kneel on the stone slab in front of the immortal Taoist temple, kowtowing to seek immortality.

For a moment, Sun Wukong thought he had returned to the Kingdom of All Spirits two hundred years ago.

The world is so beautiful, but in a blink of an eye, the sky was dark and the tide of beasts fell from the sky.

Qionglin Jade Palace fell from the sky, the city was covered with blazing flames, and all living beings died in the flames.

People wanted to escape, and monsters rose from their shadows and ate them, and even the children were not spared.

However, in that darkest time, someone fled the city with the last crowd.

"Only by being wise and foolish, learn to forget, you can survive."

The man handed over the treasure tree to the crowd and was eaten by the monsters that were chasing him.

The crowd ran with treasure trees in hand, and many people died, and even the treasure trees were not protected, but in the end a group of people survived.

They cultivate new suns, forget everything, and survive on the edge of the world.

This... is the history of Shouma people.

Sun Wukong returned to his body.

He bowed his head again, and the book in his hand had become an ordinary book with ordinary words on it.

"Learn to forget, you can survive..."

He remembered what the man said.

Did the Shouma people move here just because they learn to forget it?

“It’s like this again…”

Sun Wukong closed his eyes in pain.

At this moment, he was sure again that he hated Buddhist beads.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again.

After getting the clue of that curse, this book is useless.

Sun Wukong wanted to put the book together, but he still turned over the last few pages.

He was suddenly stunned.

On the last page, the blood-red words are eye-catching.

"revenge."

"revenge."

That was a dozen revenge in different letters.

Sun Wukong seemed to see people holding this book one after another.

They stood here, writing revenge with red eyes.

The one who left the oath was the emperor of Shouma people.

At this moment, Sun Wukong understood in his heart.

The word for forgetting is simple, but did Shoumaren really forget it?
To be continued...