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Chapter 94 Resurrection, My Black Monkey
"This Ruyi Book is the secret of Heaven, and it must not be revealed to the mortal world. This is because the hearts of the people in this world are not upright. If anyone gets this book, they will definitely cause trouble and harm the people."

"Besides, if you don't go through a lot of hardships while teaching the scriptures, how can you know the profound secrets of my true scriptures?"

Sun Wukong blew a breath of immortal air, and the Ruyi Book slowly rose up with the immortal air. The precious light disappeared, and the empty form returned to the treasure house of heaven.

Sun Wukong, who has been refined into the Sky-Repairing Stone and integrated into this world, is infused with a will, just like the way of heaven in this world.

He was wearing a white robe, with a red face and beard. He walked into the secret treasure house of heaven and gently closed the door of the treasure house.

A voice came from behind the door: "It is God's will that I come on stage."

With a loud bang, the door closed tightly and there was no more noise.

Everyone looked away. The young monk Xuanzang touched his head and chuckled, "Is there anything else?"

Sun Wukong pointed forward and opened a door, which was like a nebula-like vortex, five meters long and two meters wide, standing in the open space.

"I have opened the portal. If you want to return, you can leave now."

"I will go and inject the six roots into it to help the black monkey revive."

Yu Huang and the others circled in front of the portal, nodding frequently: "I'll wait here for you to go back together. Let me study this portal."

Xuanzang elbowed Nezha and said, "Look at that old Jade Emperor. He simply doesn't want to go back to work."

Nezha said nothing and looked up at the sky.

Xuanzang curled his lips and spoke to Nezha with his divine mind: "Why are you pretending to be so serious? You were never so serious when we were grilling his ornamental fish together before."

Nezha secretly said, "Don't bother, he hasn't given me Li Jing's soul yet."

Xuanzang raised his thumb and looked at Red Boy and others. Relying on his eloquence, he frequently used the great magical powers of Buddhism, and lotus flowers bloomed from his mouth.

Soon he was arm in arm with Bull Demon King and Red Boy, acting like good brothers. If Sun Wukong had not been watching, the three of them would have burned yellow paper, cut off a chicken's head, and sworn brotherhood.

Xuanzang has a cow brother on his left mouth and a red brother on his right mouth.

"Hey, brother, you and my West are destined to be together."

"Yes, I am in charge of Lingshan now. It is called the Dharma-Appearance-Only Consciousness School. There are only three Buddhas now: Fighting Victory Buddha, Sandalwood Merit Buddha, and Mount Sumeru King Buddha."

"Brother Hong, you have a grudge against us. It doesn't matter. I insist on cutting ties with the evil Buddha of the past. How about this? You come to our new Lingshan and act as the guiding Buddha. From now on, all Buddhist practitioners will be guided by you in the form of the Yaksha Demon King, testing them with demonic trials, and preventing them from attaining enlightenment."

Under Tang Xuanzang's words, the Bull Demon King and Red Boy were in a daze. With a sentence "My fellow Taoist and I have a destiny", the father and son were ordained and became the big and small demon kings who took the Buddhist examination.

Sun Wukong nodded to Xuanzang. The Bull Demon King had preserved his talent for five hundred years, and he gave the Bull Demon King's family a place to repay his kindness and clear the cause and effect.

Then he sat on the somersault cloud, passed through Xiniu Hezhou, and entered a fairy mountain.

On the top of the fairy mountain, the Bodhi tree continues to grow, from the ancient Bodhi tree to the lush young tree, withering and coming into spring again, the cycle of life and death never ends.

One year of growth and withering, one year of life and death, spring goes and autumn comes, eternal immortality.

A Taoist priest was leaning against a tree, sound asleep. He seemed to realize something, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the newcomer: "Is Wukong here?"

Sun Wukong smiled and bowed: "Disciple is leaving."

Patriarch Bodhi asked, "Where are you going?"

Sun Wukong pointed to the Flower-Fruit Mountain and said, "Go back to where you came from."

Patriarch Bodhi seemed to realize something and nodded: "You are leaving, but I have nothing to give you. So I will give you a Bodhi seed."

"May your mind be clear and your mind be at peace."

The Bodhi tree swayed, and the trunk of the ancient tree cracked. A Bodhi seed flew out from the heart of the tree. It was shaped like a lotus. There were Taoist and Buddhist chants on each side, blessing the body and keeping it from falling.

Sun Wukong took it with a smile. He looked at Patriarch Bodhi and said, "Disciple would like to ask for another Bodhi branch."

Patriarch Bodhi nodded: "I agree."

He broke off a branch and handed it to Sun Wukong.

"Anything else you want, little monkey?"

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Sun Wukong lovingly.

"I can't hide it from the master. I also want to know how this somersault cloud is cultivated." Bodhi Patriarch looked at the naughty monkey. The scene of their farewell in the past was the same. He gave a somersault cloud to Wukong, and now it was time for his final departure.

"Yesterday's scene is still vivid in my mind. Come closer and listen."

Sun Wukong walked forward, bowed and listened to the true words, then he understood the method of refining the somersault cloud. He bowed and bid farewell to the master.

Before leaving, he asked Patriarch Xiang if he was willing to leave with him. Patriarch Bodhi refused.

"I have another disciple who needs to be looked after."

"In that case, I will take my leave."

Sun Wukong bowed again, then turned into golden light and fled far away to the Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Patriarch Bodhi stood still, and finally leaned against the Bodhi tree. He had another dream, in which life and death, growth and decay, continued in a cycle. The dream covered the Fangcun Mountain, and the Tao was hidden in the Lingtai.

In the Flower-Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong, holding the Six Instruments, walked slowly towards them.

There was an old monkey on the mountain. He was tall and slender, very old, and wore a belt around his body. He looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief.

"Sun Wukong?"

He exclaimed, his eyes wandering between the remains of the Great Sage and Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong ignored him and walked straight to the top of Huaguo Mountain.

Once Sun Wukong's corpse was transformed, his remains fell from a high altitude and landed on the Flower-Fruit Mountain.

As spring goes and autumn comes, new people with destiny are constantly born in the broken body, allowing them to go out and rediscover the six roots.

Sun Wukong took out his six roots and poured them into the huge rock.

The old monkey watched closely, as if he understood the intentions of the man before him, and couldn't help asking, "Will it succeed?"

Sun Wukong replied: "Only a 20% chance."

The old monkey watched this scene nervously. A 20% success rate was too low.

He could only pin his hopes on a miracle. He clenched his hands, hoping that a miracle would really happen.

"Oh, failed."

"What should I do?"

The old monkey was anxious and nervous.

"It's okay, I saved the file."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and smiled. He had once gone back to the past and changed the past.

According to the realm he created, he belongs to the realm of perfection.

It can travel through the river of time to a limited extent, looking back to the past and moving towards the future. It can manipulate the river of time in the non-real world and permanently change the rules of a small range in the real world.

For a being that can manipulate time, the so-called probability problem does not exist at all.

A probability of one percent is the same as a probability of one hundred percent.

In front of them, this is a multiple-choice question.

Do you want to or not?

Looking back at the time of the stone, under the shocked gaze of the old monkey, the Great Sage's remaining body and six senses were separated again.

Sun Wukong held the six roots in his hand and injected them into the broken body again. It was like a clay ox entering the sea, and the whole huge rock shook!
The dark stone skin shattered, broke from the stone, and burst into golden light,

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Resurrection, my black monkey!"

As the golden light shot through the sky, tsunamis and strong winds appeared, sweeping away everything between heaven and earth. A pair of eyes closed and slowly retracted the divine light.

There were clanging sounds, and a black hand came towards Sun Wukong's purple, gold and red gourd.

Sun Wukong caught the thief and said with a grin, "Brother, I am the unrivaled thief!"

(End of this chapter)