"You are the emperor of the world, can you save me? I will protect your kingdom for thousands of years." Sun Wukong looked at Yang Guang in front of him, with surprise in his eyes.
"Sun Wukong, how can there be a dynasty that lasts for tens of thousands of years in this world? When you were in Heaven, didn't you also say that the Emperor of Heaven would also take his turn?" Yang Guang laughed loudly and sat down without caring about the mess on the ground.
On the big stone next to him, he said: "Moreover, even if the country lasts for tens of thousands of years, I don't dare to ask you to protect it! Sun Wukong, do you know why you are today?"
"It's all Tathagata who lied!" Sun Wukong roared up to the sky. Above his head, there was a faint giant ape roaring up to the sky. The sound was shocking and shook the three realms.
Yang Guang said calmly: "After five hundred years of vicissitudes of life, the great sage still has resentment in his heart. It seems that you have not paid attention to the painstaking efforts of the Buddha! At the beginning, you were just a little Taiyi Golden Immortal, relying on your golden body and iron bones.
Wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Court, do you know where the Heavenly Court is? Not even the Buddha dares to mess around there?"
"Is that true?" Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.
"Of course it is. It was given by the Taoist Ancestor. Who dares to act arrogantly? If you disturb the heaven, it is a capital crime in itself. The Buddha spared his life and suppressed you here. It is already a great favor." Yang Guang said lightly: "
In the Three Realms, no matter who makes a mistake, you will have to bear the consequences, and so will you. Five hundred years of suppression is just a passing moment for you, Sun Wukong."
"But I, Old Sun, are still suppressing him here." Sun Wukong looked at Yang Guang in confusion.
"It's not the time when your disaster is over yet." Yang Guang looked at Sun Wukong, nodded, and said: "It seems that five hundred years ago, you did understand some truths. Great Sage, the three realms are not great for you and me.
As you can imagine, Taiyi Golden Immortal is nothing. The depth of heaven is unfathomable!"
"It seems that you, the emperor, are not simple either." Sun Wukong's eyes returned to clarity.
"That's natural. If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't be able to come here." Yang Guang said with a smile: "Great Sage, do you know the most essential difference between gods and monsters? It's civilization. There are gods.
There is civilization, but there is no demon. Therefore, the demon is just a demon and cannot become a god. The same is true for the great sage."
Sun Wukong fell into deep thought. In the past five hundred years, from the initial violence, to despair, to calmness, Sun Wukong had been thinking about it for a hundred years, but he still could not figure out this problem.
"The majesty of heaven is unfathomable!"
"Buddha protects himself?"
"The biggest difference between gods and monsters is civilization?"
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One question after another appeared in Sun Wukong's mind.
"It is a pity that Sun Wukong has been abolished like this. I am going to send someone to teach him how to read. What do you think?" Yang Guang asked the golden-headed monk aside.
Since he couldn't find an excuse to ask Sun Wukong to write, Yang Guang couldn't get rid of the wool, the great art of heavenly immortals, and the seventy-two transformations of earthly evil. His mouth watered just thinking about it.
"Buddha has no law." The golden-headed Jiedi looked stern.
"Buddha?" Yang Guang shook his head, looked at the sky, and said loudly: "Did the Buddha's order be correct?"
After hearing this, Wufang Jieyi couldn't help but shake his head. Buddha had no objection.
"That's fine. As long as Buddha didn't expressly object, it would be acquiescence." Yang Guang looked at Sun Wukong with a smile, like a fox smiling.
"What do you want to do? I don't study." Sun Wukong shook his head without thinking.
"I heard in the mortal world that the Great Sage Qitian was illiterate, so he was deceived into becoming Bi Mawen."
"My old grandson is literate, how can I not be able to read?" Before Yang Guang could speak, Sun Wukong roared loudly. Above his head, the violent ape flew up and shook the Five Elements Mountain. The power of the five elements circulated again, creating and restraining each other.
, connect with the earth and suppress Sun Wukong.
"Are you literate? Then you write an article for me to read. Come and serve some wine." Yang Guang's eyes lit up, pretending to be disdainful, and loudly said: "I want to see how your monkey handwriting is?"
Of course Sun Wukong can write, otherwise he would not have written the sentence "Sun Wukong is here for a visit" on Buddha's finger. But it would be false to say how much culture he has. With such an unconventional mind, how could he have the heart to read and read?
, I was lucky enough to know some words, probably because Patriarch Bodhi forced him to do so.
The gods in heaven bullied an uneducated person like him.
Qin Qiong was also very curious. He asked people to get pens and paper, wine, and went to the mountains to shoot a rabbit.
Yang Guang opened the jug, and a smell of wine suddenly spread out. Sun Wukong had not drunk good wine for almost five hundred years. Smelling the aroma of wine, his mouth almost watered down.
Yang Guang held the wine pot in his hand and fed Sun Wukong a sip.
"Although you are not a good emperor, you are the first to give me a drink in the past five hundred years." Sun Wukong sighed. There was a hint of despair in his voice.
Thinking about how majestic and majestic He was back then, with friends everywhere in the mountains and mountains, but after he fell into trouble, no one came to see him. In the end, a human emperor who had only known him all his life came to see him.
He never thought that the purpose of the Buddha's Dharma was here, and it was protected by the Gods of Revealing Truth from the Five Directions. Anyone who dared to come here and come within a hundred miles would probably be saved by the Buddha's Dharma, or simply killed.
"I'm indeed not a good person. I seem to be discriminating against you, so forget it. I'll give this wine to you." Yang Guang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.
"Wait a minute, I don't want to owe you any favors." Sun Wukong stopped Yang Guang and said, "Boy, have you ever seen a Pegasus? I used to raise horses in Tianhe and made the Pegasus fat and strong.
, today I’m going to let you see what a Pegasus is. Come on, two people, grab the paper, let me, Sun, draw the horse, and let you see the Pegasus.”
Yang Guang was stunned at first, and then quickly called Qin Qiong. The two of them held a piece of white paper and asked Sun Wukong to draw a horse.
The horse is handsome and graceful, like a dragon, with clouds forming under its feet. It is galloping by the Tianhe River, with the river water splashing. It has a unique momentum. Although it is in the painting, it still makes Yang Guang feel like it is lifelike.
Once you have reached the level of Sun Wukong in cultivation, as long as you want to do it, there is nothing you can't do. This is especially true for a painting.
"Ding! You read "The Picture of Pegasus Bathing in the River" by Monkey King, the Monkey King, and obtained the great art of Immortal Art."
Yang Guang felt disappointed. Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations were famous in the three realms, and he wanted to see it.
However, according to the nature of the system, it has always been magic, magic, and mana. In the system's view, Sun Wukong's great immortal formula is the foundation, and the seventy-two transformations are only secondary.
"Boy, how is my grandson's painting?" Sun Wukong called to Yang Guang and said, "Quick, good wine, good wine, I haven't drunk good wine in hundreds of years."
"Very good. From now on, I will be the first to object to anyone who says the Great Sage is uneducated." Yang Guang accepted the picture of Tianma Bathing in the River and said with a smile.
