Time passed day by day, and I read "Journey to the West" over and over again. In addition to the magnificent plot and the world of immortals and Buddhas, what impressed me the most was the creation of the charming character Sun Wukong. His intelligence, liveliness, loyalty, and hatred of evil, all of which made me love it.

As the plot is promoted, I experienced it with it, from the birth of immortal stones, the monkey king of Huaguo Mountain, and the apprenticeship of Bodhi Patriarch, and learned a lot of skills, and then to the Dragon Palace and the Underworld, the Heavenly Court recruited Anbi Mawen, the Huaguo Mountain rebelled, and the Heavenly King sent a battle with the Heavenly Palace, and the Heavenly Palace was suppressed by the Five Elements Mountain. Then Guanyin enlightened him and escorted Tang Monk, and it was difficult to go all the way...

I, trapped underground, feel more and more empathetic to Sun Wukong who was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain.

Before I knew it, I felt a sound in my mind.

I talked with it, chatted with it, shared the pain, silence, joys and sorrows in my heart, and communicated with it my fear of death and my confusion about the future. I vented all the negative emotions in my heart, but it didn't care. Instead, it laughed at me, saying that life is not happy, death is not bitter, and pity my world, and there are many worries.

I said I couldn't understand, but it said in one sentence, why do you think so much?

I said that people should think when they are alive?

It says fart, people live for survival, it depends entirely on instinct. Thinking about so many things is useless?

I said, but I have no way to live now, and I can't escape death after all.

It said again, people are dying from birth - who can never die in this world? And you don’t have a way to live here, you are just waiting. I was pressing down on the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and my head was growing grass, so I still lived happily. How many eggs are you here?

I said to Dasheng, have you not eaten, drink, or suck or suck for the past five hundred years? If you scatter, how can you solve the problem of excrement...

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The voice in my mind was very blurred at first, but later, I felt its existence more and more sincerely, especially when I was reciting the vernacular book of "Journey to the West", the feeling was particularly obvious. Even if I stopped, it was like being opposite me. I could chat, talk, talk nonsense, and even discuss practice with it. This made me feel like I encountered what happened when Ma Yiao invited the gods to the body.

Did I encounter a spirit?

But what he met was Lu Dongbin and Lu Zu, and what I met was Monkey King.

However, when I broke free from that state, I recalled carefully and found that what it said to me seemed to be just another thought in my heart. Even the cultivation level of my guidance was within the scope of what I learned.

As for other things, it was not mentioned at all.

So at this time, I suddenly felt that I was very likely to be schizophrenia.

In other words, I was mentally ill.

That is, it's crazy.

When I realized this, I tried to stop reading "Journey to the West" and restore myself to normal and not enter that obsession. However, in no time, all kinds of negative emotions would appear in my mind, making me very painful, constantly hitting my head against the wall, and even trying to commit suicide, and ending all this.

And when I was lying on the ground with scars all over my body, I suddenly realized that instead of dying in such pain, I would rather enjoy the joy of being accompanied by someone.

Even that person is another me.

A split personality me.

After realizing this reality, I began to let myself go completely, and the sound in my mind began to gradually become concrete, and it actually appeared. However, the monkey-headed and monkey-headed look was exactly the same as Sun Wukong in the 1982 version of Journey to the West. Even the simple makeup and the monkey hair that was not sticky were copied.

But I think it is real and may exist.

It is the spirit of the Monkey King.

And this spirit, it attached to me...

Time passed without realizing it. How long has it been? I don’t know, because the concept of time here in the Yaheimer Han Realm is very vague, and all timers will become inaccurate due to the magnetic field. So after one month, two months or several months, I don’t know at all, and I don’t even have any concept.

But for me, this period is not difficult.

The most important thing is that I have another friend.

Sometimes I talk to it, sometimes I argue with it, and sometimes I even hand over my body control to guide my practice...

This feeling was great. At least during this period, I felt that my cultivation became more and more exquisite. The fire of the candle and the power of Gui water were also controlled by me. Wandering in the ocean of cultivation, I had simple happiness and joy, as well as inner peace, and these were not found elsewhere.

Sometimes I am silent, the ancient well is not wafty, as if I have obtained a high monk; sometimes I am unfathomable, and my heart is agile, like a liar in the world; sometimes I have a cruel temperament and arrogance, like the mountain king occupying the mountain; sometimes I laugh and cheer, and return like a young man...

I completely let myself go, but I gained real happiness.

And these happiness were something I couldn't feel before in the world, struggling and surviving, because at that time, I needed to suppress my nature, be submissive, cautious, and dare not make any mistakes.

I need to consider various situations, for fear of any mistakes.

But now it doesn't need to.

Because this world is not big, I am the only one with him.

Or another me.

However, when I thought this situation would continue until the end of time, a third voice suddenly joined my world.

A woman said to me in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that you are still alive, and I thought you were dead."

I opened my eyes, and there was still darkness in front of me.

The sound was very erratic, as if it came from nothingness, and as if it came from all directions.

It stayed in my ears for a few seconds, and then I decided that this was not an illusion. Not only that, I also confirmed who the owner of the voice was.

I said, "White Tiger."

The woman smiled and said that not only wasn't dead, but she wasn't crazy yet. I didn't expect that after four months in this ghost place, you could still maintain this state. It really made me admire you...

The monkey opposite me smiled, and I laughed as well.

I reached out and the monkey disappeared, and then I said, "Come here, are you going to take me away?"

Baihu said, "I can take you away, but you have to promise me a condition."

I said please speak.

Baihu said: "This secret realm was built by me personally. Every space has taken all my efforts, so it is not difficult to rescue you. After so long recovery, I can indeed take you away now, but you have to promise me that from now on, you should not pester Zhuque anymore, nor see her again. Even if she looks for you, you should regard it as a stranger - if you can promise me and make a blood oath, I will take you out now."

I turned my head and laughed, saying that you are a white tiger, not the Queen Mother.

Baihu didn't expect that I would laugh. She was probably stunned for a while before saying, "Yes, I just want to be the Queen Mother - Zhuque and I have their own historical missions. You are not the legendary person. She really doesn't need to spend energy on you. If you don't agree to me, just stay here and wait for death."

I said, how did you know I was not that person?

Baihu sneered and said, if you were that person, how could you be trapped here?

I laughed and said, Lao Sun, I have been under the Five Elements Mountain for 500 years, so what? When the time comes, I still soar into the sky? Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am? Do you know that the Thirteenth Taibao of Huaguo Mountain know? I am the boss! Back then, I held two watermelon knives in my hand and chopped from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road. I cut back and forth for three days and three nights, and blood flowed into a river. But I just raised my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand and got my hand

Baihu laughed and said he was crazy, crazy, and he was indeed crazy.

I said I wasn't crazy, I was the Monkey King Sun Wukong, and I was the destined person...

Baihu said coldly: "No, the person we are waiting for is not the Monkey King, but a person who can lead us night walkers to get rid of the shackles of the night, go to the light, press humans under one fell swoop, and rebuild the world pattern. You are not; even if the Monkey King came back then, it is not..."

I said calmly, "So your ambition is here."

The white tiger sighed and said, "You can't understand the glory of the ancient times, the blooming flowers, and you have never experienced the pain of catching monsters in the ten thousand sects and killing them all. You are just a night walker assimilated by humans. Maybe you think you are just a little bit of a human. How can you bring hope to countless night walkers struggling on the brink of death? Finally, I ask you one thing, did you agree to my request just now?”

I was silent for a while, and then said to her with a smile: "Get out!"

Baihu was furious and cursed angrily: "You just wait for death here, wait for a pile of mud!"

But I laughed and chanted: "As soon as wind and thunder rise from the earth, there will be sprouts of white bones.

A monk is a fool, but a demon will cause disaster if he is a ghost.

The golden monkey rose up with a thousand fishing sticks, and Wang Yu clarified the thousands of miles away.

Today I cheered Sun Dasheng because the demon fog came back again.

With the eyes of the sky, the thunder and thunder are not allowed to gather in piles of white bones.

The nine heavens and the four seas are cleared with fog, and the great disasters will be eliminated in eighty-one times.

The monk was tortured and regretted, and the pig was excited to repay the slaughter.
Chapter completed!