I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The Lingbao Great Array of the Heavens is extremely mysterious, encompassing many different worlds, and it can actually allow two worlds with similar structures to connect silently.

Even a special creature like Red-haired Nezha, who has deep connections with the native world, had not noticed anything unusual before today. The process of this stable connection was really smooth.

Su Hanshan secretly calculated that if he hadn't intervened in the world of the Seven Fairies, it would probably have already bordered these two worlds.

At that time, Hebo Leishen and others will mix the East and West Heavens of this world, and join forces with the Four Dragon Kings to coordinate all the forces of this large integrated world.

Tsk tsk, such a brilliant plan, even if one third of it has been broken, we can’t let you continue to work on the rest.

"They want to capture Nezha and the monkey. You have already made friends with one of them, and you can't miss the other one."

Su Hanshan calculated the monkey's location and passed a series of information to the Seven Fairies.

The seven fairies were confident and nodded secretly.

The Seventh Princess said, "Nezha, we also hate the man-eating gods, and we want to work with you to destroy their plans. Let's go find the monkey first. Do you want to come with us?"

"Do you know where the monkey is?"

Nezha shook the spear in his hand, and the three heavenly kings dried up faster and were absorbed by his spear.

Nezha was born into this world because of the pain of the innocent death of his baby, so he has a very murderous nature.

When he was born, the gods of the East and West Heavens calculated that he had committed 1,700 crimes of killing the immortals, and that he would have to kill 1,700 ancient and eternal gods before he could completely quell his murderous intent.

Otherwise, it would take 1,700 years to eliminate his murderous nature.

After his real body was rescued, he had been hiding and recuperating in the human world for many years. He had long been unable to hold back his anger. Today's battle had made him see blood again, and his murderous intent was growing stronger and stronger.

"The monkey has no weaknesses anymore. If we want to catch him, we'll probably have to go through a tougher battle than this one. But I think the seven of you are also lawless people, and you and I can get along well. It's a good idea for us to go together!"

The Seventh Princess just smiled.

Such a world, such laws, lawlessness is actually an excellent compliment and a display of great courage.

The ropes that bound Jinzha and Muzha had been broken by the Seventh Princess. They picked up a glazed magic sword and a vajra pestle from the corpses of the arhats respectively. They did not say much, but just stood silently behind Nezha, determined to go with him.

They all flew into the air, heading straight to the south.

The southern ocean is turbulent, with no large landmasses, only some scattered islands. No mortals live there, and the gods are even more dismissive of it.

Of course, they didn't know that the areas beneath those islands had all been hollowed out and connected to the earth.

Those islands that are exposed above the sea may seem ordinary, but in fact they have become vents. The tens of thousands of caves in the seabed are the places that are truly well cared for and inhabited.

It is also a place for training!
The spacious cave was filled with glowing crystals. A group of red-bottomed little monkeys were chasing and playing with each other, waving iron bars, and smashing them against the cave walls with a bang.

Around the corner ahead, an old monk walked out with a staggering gait, holding a wooden stick in his hand and looking over with squinted eyes.

"Wukong, are you naughty again?"

The old monk muttered, "If your stick touches someone, they will die. If it touches someone, they will die. How can you swing it around like this? What if you kill someone?"

"Even if you can't hit anyone, it's not good to hit the flowers and plants."

The little monkeys looked at each other, as if they were somewhat respectful and fearful of the old monk, but also somewhat mischievous. They pushed and shoved each other and said jokingly, "Master Tang, which one of us do you think is Wukong?"

"That must be me!"

"Nonsense, it's obviously me. I look more impressive."

"You're not even a monkey, you put some corn silk on your face to pretend to be monkey hair!"

As the children were making noise, a soft cough was heard behind them.

"The kids are full of energy."

The monkey, wearing black and red armor, with a stick on his shoulder and a finger raised on his other hand, looked at the children sinisterly and grinned.

"Then let's start running around the cave now."

The child looked at his finger and said, "Running one lap, wouldn't it be ten laps?"

“Keep running!”

The monkey showed a vicious look, "If I find you guys slacking off, I will change running into copying as punishment."

The children were horrified and ran away quickly.

The old monk rubbed his eyes as he watched the armored monkey approaching. "Oh, Wukong, how come you have grown so tall all of a sudden? I remember that you were shorter than my knees. Don't use your magical power secretly..."

The monkey rolled his eyes and said, "I was pressed under the mountain that year, so I looked shorter than your knees. If you are confused, just take a rest and don't wander around. If you are really scratched by these brats, you won't be able to bear it now."

This monk was known as Tang Monk, also known as Golden Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi was originally one of the gods in the Western Paradise. However, he looked down on Buddhism and could not agree with what the gods preached and the methods they used. Therefore, he was cast into the mortal world and suffered torture for ten lifetimes.

The monkey has unyielding anger and Nezha has a natural murderous nature, but they only know dissatisfaction and fighting, and don’t know how to truly win the struggle in such a world and create a world that satisfies them.

During these ten lifetimes of torture, Jin Chanzi saw a lot and thought a lot. Not only did he refuse to confess his guilt to the gods in the West, but he became a more mature rebel.

The monkey was willing to call him master because there were things worth learning from Jin Chanzi.

Three hundred years ago, they traveled west again, wanting to subdue all the god-killers known as "demons", eliminate the traitors and surrenderers among them, and improve the purity of the team.

They set up disciplines to reverse the image of demons, and then expanded their recruitment to unite more mortals and teach them methods of killing gods.

This time their actions made the gods feel the threat even earlier. Before they had walked half of the eighty-one stages, they were strangled most thoroughly by the top gods.

Sun Wukong fought his way out of the encirclement and took Jin Chanzi into hiding. Unfortunately, Jin Chanzi was too badly injured and became confused and nagging.

"Come, eat these pills."

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, unscrewed the golden hoop on the top, poured out a few meatballs, and stuffed them directly into the old monk's mouth.

The old monk chewed a few times and then felt something was wrong: "It smells good. Are you going to heaven to get the elixir again? This is not good. They will definitely not allow you to do this..."

"The more those guys above forbid us to do this, the more it proves that we are doing the right thing!"

Sun Wukong replied impatiently, thinking to himself, he hadn't even walked half the way when the Heavenly Court felt such a great threat, which meant that he was on the right track. It was a pity that there were still flaws and he hadn't developed enough strength.

Fortunately, in recent decades, the gods have been busy in seclusion, and he secretly moved those little demons and ambitious mortals from all over the place here, and built a large gathering island on the seabed.

Thousands of caves are gathered together in the middle of the sea, and this is called the Juku Island.

In addition to teaching them the method of killing gods and taking away power, the secret method of the stars obtained in the dream is now of utmost importance.

Sun Wukong gained a lot from his comprehension, especially the stick in his hand. Now it is full of spiritual energy after being nurtured by him. It can resonate with the star power and gather the star power into pills.

It is really a mature stick, it can already make its own elixirs.

It's just that the taste is a little hard to grasp. After all, it's the pill that Gunzi makes according to his own taste. Sometimes it's pitch black in color and has a strange oily smell.

Tang Seng's sense of taste had long since degenerated, and he could not taste anything. The smell went straight to his head, but he found it delicious.

"Hey, eat more. If your brain recovers, I will feel relieved."

Sun Wukong sat on a stone nearby, crossed his legs, and looked annoyed. "Teaching them how to train soldiers and learn skills is fine, but telling them stories and explaining principles every three days and every five days is really not what a monkey should do."

A voice came from the cave.

"Why do you do this if you feel unhappy and tired and you don't like it?"

I saw a tall and strong man walking out of the cave. He seemed to be wearing a brass hat on his head. I couldn't see much of his face clearly, but I could vaguely see two thick and long eyebrows hanging on the sides of his face.

Sun Wukong's eyes twisted, and although his body did not move, his hand holding the stick tightened a little, revealing a strange smile: "Who is this bastard god? How could you hide and show your tail like this and find your way to my territory?!" The man in the bamboo hat said in a deep voice: "Why do you have to harbor malice towards gods? You two are gods, and should be great gods."

"You are living in such a miserable and painful way now because you don't understand your own identity and insist on hanging out among these mortals."

"Mortals are the five leaky bodies, they are contaminated, lustful, cowardly, jealous, troubled, and have countless ugly sides. Mortals exist between heaven and earth just to be symmetrical with us, the purest and most holy gods."

"If gods cannot understand their true heart, they will be dragged down and corrupted by mortals. If there are mortals who have achieved great enlightenment, understand loyalty and righteousness, and draw a clear line between themselves and other mortals, they will also have the opportunity to be promoted to gods."

"This is the true way between heaven and earth, the essence of the world."

A wild beast-like sound came from Monkey King's throat, which made him grimace and chuckle.

"You speak very beautifully, just like what is sung in the script. It seems that you are from the West. You are very good at speaking. I have experienced it before."

Sun Wukong said, "But no matter how much you say, I can only hear two words...eat! People!"

The man in the bamboo hat shook his head: "You are obsessed again. The gods took the babies away because they were merciful. The babies have not been polluted too much. Letting the babies integrate into the bodies of the gods can make them pure and free. This is a blessing."

"Those babies who grow up in the human world will eventually become as ugly as all the mortals throughout the ages."

"They are greedy, murderous, cowardly, and humble. They are confused, ignorant, and repay kindness with hatred. They have no self-control..."

The man in the bamboo hat stretched out his hand and pointed into the air. A circle of light opened up, like a huge mirror.

A scene from somewhere in the human world emerges in the mirror.

It was a small town, standing next to a river. Apart from cultivating crops, most people made a living by fishing. They were poor, with old and dilapidated houses. The men had weather-beaten faces, and the women were pale and thin.

Even so, there are still thieves, rapes, people who are jealous of their neighbors' harvests, gossip about others behind their backs, and slander their relatives and friends.

"I know you think ordinary people can change, so I'll show you what will happen if you really change them."

In the scene reflected in the mirror, time passes much faster than outside.

An old man with a white beard came to the village, holding a broken basin in his hand, but he was extremely generous. He bought land in the village, hired craftsmen from outside to do the work, built a magnificent big house, and set a banquet for the whole town.

He gave money to anyone in the town who was in poverty. He bought ready-made clothing from outside for those who lacked food and clothing. He also provided food for hundreds of cartloads of horses and horses. If someone wanted to go back to visit his mother and had a bumpy journey, he asked people to repair the road. If someone was suffering from old illness, he asked famous doctors to treat them, and he bought many precious medicinal materials.

Almost everyone in the town had benefited from his kindness, and thus he earned the reputation of a great philanthropist.

But after a while, people started to wonder where the old man got so much money since he neither worked nor did business. They asked him secretly and found out that the broken basin in the old man's hand was actually a treasure that could be used to take out money from him continuously.

So people kept coming to his house to cheat and defraud, but the old man saw through their tricks every time. Then one night, a lot of people finally broke into the old man's house in broad daylight.

The next day, streams of blood flowed from the house, and everywhere were broken limbs, torn ears, and disemboweled corpses.

In order to fight for the broken basin, the people in the town hacked and killed each other. More than half of them died, leaving only the weakest women and children.

The scene in the mirror changed accordingly. This time there was no broken pot, only villages and tribes in the deep mountains.

One day, a young boy in the village who loved painting got a magic pen, which enabled him to make his drawings come true.

This pen could allow everyone to have enough food and clothing and live the best life, but the boy first drew a tiger, which bit to death the village chief who had scolded him and ate up the village chief's entire family.

With the help of Hulang, he soon became the new village chief, the new village chief, and the new city lord.

Then he was poisoned to death, the magic pen was lost, and the war never stopped.

Scene after scene flashed across the mirror at an extremely fast speed, but Monkey King could see them all clearly.

"You should be able to tell that these are things that have happened in the human world. The old man is the incarnation of God, and the magic pen is also a treasure of God. The gods have given them countless opportunities, but they have all missed them. It only proves again and again how ugly their hearts are."

The man in the bamboo hat spoke in a low voice, "Monkey, you have been sinking in the world for eight hundred years. Golden Cicada, you have suffered in the world for ten lifetimes."

"During your long time in the human world, you have seen and heard countless things that can confirm what you just saw in the mirror."

The light and shadow from the mirror flickered on the faces of the monkey and the cicada, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Accompanied by the voice of the man in the bamboo hat, it seemed to contain unparalleled magical power, evoking the experiences in their hearts.

The resolute mind was also twisted unconsciously.

The mortals are indeed ugly, but the gods can be as bright and beautiful as the stars.

To become a god is to become an eternal and shining star.

"you……"

The man in the bamboo hat put his palms together, and his mouth seemed to contain a rumbling thunder sound, "Are you still not awake?"

Except for this thunderous sound of questioning, everything in the cave was silent.

"Why wake up?"

Tang Seng raised his hands tremblingly and dug his ears, "I'm not sleeping yet, why should I wake up?"

"That mirror was flashing just now. What was in it? Never mind. It's not important."

Tang Seng's eyes were blurry, so he rubbed them and said, "Anyway, I roughly know that it's just a story about a stinking ditch."

"The heaven and earth originally have great power, abundant resources, and have evolved for a long time. All living beings should not have remained in ignorance. However, the gods confuse, intimidate, and kill all living beings, making them regard seeking gods as their duty. The number of newborns will always decrease a lot. People have been poorly clothed and hungry since childhood, and can only survive by being savage and treacherous."

"At this time, you suddenly throw a big pie from the sky to them, and expect them to show their sincerity, kindness, beauty, humility, courtesy, and gentleness."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Tang Seng laughed twice, coughed repeatedly, and pounded his chest hastily, "Sorry, this is too funny, I laughed so hard that I almost got a stitch in the side."

“Human nature is like water. You force them to live in a stinking ditch, then dig a channel for them to get to an even stinkier ditch. When they finally wade through it, you call them evil.”

"But even in such a stinking ditch, looking around the world, I have seen many good things in people's hearts, but they are rare, not non-existent. What would happen if we could give them a clean water channel from a young age?"

"Let them get used to living in peace and quiet. Even if you want to make them smelly again, I'm afraid there will be many people who will reject them, right?"

The confused old Tang Sanzang looked around the world and felt that there were gods everywhere. He smiled and said, "You guys, are you worthy of comparing yourselves to the stars? You are all rotten insects raised in stinky water."

"Just because you like to splash around in the stinky ditch, you think no one in the world likes clean water and no one is willing to build a clean water channel?!"

The thundering sound suddenly stopped, and the round mirror of light collapsed.

He lifted his bamboo hat slightly, and his eyes from beneath his thick eyebrows stared coldly at the monk in front of him.

"Okay, okay, when it comes to nagging... oh no, when it comes to reasoning, you are the best, Master."

The monkey stood up from the stone, hooked the feathers on the purple gold crown, bit them in his mouth, and shook his head.

"I, Old Sun, am not that eloquent. I just have one thing to say: when I see you gods are unhappy, I am happy!"

The man in the bamboo hat drooped his eyelids and sighed compassionately, "You are stubborn and refuse to change. It seems that after all these years, I still cannot tame you. I have no choice but to force you."

"Poor, poor, poor this Juku Island, it has to accompany you for your stubbornness..."

"Hey!!"

Sun Wukong roared, and a feather popped out of his mouth, flying straight up. His eyes were bloodshot, and black air was rising like flames.

"You have killed so many of our companions. Do you think we are still afraid of sacrifice now?!"

"Rulai, take this stick from me!"

(End of this chapter)