Sha Wujing, once a roller blind general in the Heavenly Court, was demoted to the earth because he accidentally broke a glass cup. Not only did he become a fairy in this quicksand river, but he also had to endure the pain of thousands of swords piercing his heart every day.

Use the magic sword to penetrate the heart ten thousand times. Although it does not cause death, life is worse than death.

Ten thousand swords pierced the heart for more than an hour. At the end, the chains that bound Sha Wujing turned into nothingness and escaped, and his body fell into the quicksand at the bottom of the river.

The empty eyes were filled with coldness and despair.

This Sha Wujing is definitely the worst one among the five-person teams of Journey to the West.

But the next moment, Sha Wujing, who was trapped in the quicksand, gently moved his fingertips, slowly poked out, and grabbed a handful of mud and sand. The mud and sand flowed down from his fingers, leaving a piece of glass fragment in his hand.

The fragment was extremely small and colorful, but it made Sha Wujing's empty eyes look a little more eager.

His mouth was raised, bitter and joyful,

"The first thousand seven hundred and sixty-nine pieces..."

He felt as if he had found a treasure, and carefully put the tiny fragment into a purse hanging on his waist.

"well……"

Seeing this, Jiang Chen sighed softly.

This subtle sound aroused Sha Wujing's alertness.

"You are the evil thief who wants to steal my glass cup, but you haven't left yet. Let me die!"

He was like sitting up in a dying state, striving to pull out mountains and making a great aura. With a wave of his hand, a Zen stick emerged out of thin air, and his heavy body rushed out of the quicksand, soaring into the sky, and killing towards Jiang Chen.

Now he is extremely obsessed with it.

Not long ago, Guanyin Bodhisattva and Muzha came here, and they fought with him first, and then enlightened him after subduing him.

Seeing Sha Wujing coming, Jiang Chen stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, and a large fire appeared all over his body.

"Samadhi True Fire!"

boom!

The divine fire swept across, like a fire dragon, lying across the quicksand river, and pounced down under Jiang Chen's control.

Sha Wujing lifted up the water tornado to compete with the Samadhi True Fire.

Hissing!

For a moment, the river water dissipated into a large mist, and Sha Wujing was directly exposed to the true fire of Samadhi.

The fire dragon roared and pounced on it.

"Strange, look at my true treasure trove of demon subduing!"

Sha Wujing shouted loudly, waved the Zen stick in his hand, and hit the fire dragon.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Sha Wujing flew backwards, and the demon-subduing true treasure stick flew out of his hand.

Under this extreme impact, the purse hanging around his waist was burned by the divine fire and turned into ashes. The more than a thousand pieces of glass cups contained therein were like colorful smoke and sand, scattered on the quicksand river.

At that moment, Sha Wujing went crazy.

His eyes were red and he stretched out his hands with all his strength, trying to grab the many pieces in his hands. But all this was in vain. He could only watch the pieces of the glass that he had collected for five hundred years scattered, and he could do nothing.

For him, the moment he was demoted to the earth and endured the first time he had been pierced by thousands of swords, the former roller shutter general had already died.

until--

A sage Jialan told him that the fragments of the glass cup that he had broken were scattered in this quicksand river. If all the fragments could be retrieved and pieced together again, he could return to the heaven and become a rolling curtain general.

Therefore, looking for fragments of glass cups every day has become the only bright yearning for him in boundless darkness.

However, this yearning was wiped out at this moment.

"Ah, my glass cup, glass cup..."

He trembled and roared, tears falling unstoppable, and mixed into the turbid river water.

Finally, his eyes narrowed and locked on Jiang Chen who was above the sky.

Then, he slowly stood up, looked at his figure from afar, and said coldly: "I recognize you. You are the famous master of the Three Realms Water Tribe who has recently become famous. You have been named a scattered immortal from the Three Realms by the Great Heavenly Lord and have a high status. In your eyes, I am like a dog kicked out of the door by the owner, extremely humble."

"Fortunately, the Heavenly Court did not give up on me. They threw me a bone and pointed me out a way to return to the Heavenly Court. But why... why did you take away the only bone of my dog? Is it just to see my desperate appearance?"

"You ruined my glass cup and cut off my way back to heaven. I... I will ruin you too!"

After saying that, Sha Wujing raised his hand with one hand and fell into the quicksand river with the true treasure stick of the demon subduing, and flew into his palm.

The pair of azure blue eyes were shining with a ferocious blood-colored light at this moment. The nine skulls hanging on their chests also released blood light similar to Sha Wujing in their empty eyes.

He was furious.

The encounter he met just now made him know that he was not Jiang Chen's opponent. But at this moment, he still took all his strength.

For him, a tomorrow without expectation may be a relief, perhaps death is also a kind of relief.

But before he was liberated, he would also have to pay the price for this Master God of the Three Realms Water Division who cut off all his hopes!

"kill!"

Amid the roar, Sha Wujing's figure holding the demon-subduing staff soared into the sky, his eyes full of determination and murderous intent.

This time, Jiang Chen did not fight back or dodge. Instead, he took out a cup with a colorful luster from his sleeve - a glass cup.

A complete glass cup!

bass!

The demon-subduing true treasure stick cut through the Gangfeng and stopped less than one foot away from Jiang Chen's face.

At this moment, Sha Wujing's eyes changed again.

The thing in Jiang Chen's hand was the beginning of Sha Wujing's nightmare and the only light in his heart for five hundred years.

He dropped his Zen stick, his hands trembled, and slowly reached towards the glass cup.

When he held the glass cup in his hand, his face was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and two lines of hot tears flowed out of his eyes.

This is different from the bitter tears before, it is the tears of excitement and joy.

But the next moment, a golden light suddenly appeared in Sha Wujing's hands, completely shattering the glass cup, turning into colorful smoke and sand, dissipating on this quicksand river.

Like just now, it dissipates with the wind and cannot be captured.

"This...this is..."

Sha Wujing was stunned.

This scene is very similar to what happened in Lingxiao Palace five hundred years ago.

At the beginning, the glass cup turned into shatter in his hands as it is now.

Everyone's accusations, the rage of the Great Heavenly Lord, and the sighs and persuasion of Guanyin Bodhisattva. All of this made him forget the facts and willingly believe the so-called truth in the eyes of others.

"The glass cup was not broken by me at all. Why do I suffer this kind of suffering!"

"God, have you seen it? This was not broken by me at all. Five hundred years ago, just like before, the glass cup turned into pieces in the golden light."

"You must testify for me and explain the reason to the Great Heavenly Lord..."

Sha Wujing knelt in the air and cried at Jiang Chen.

At this moment, he was like a helpless child, his eyes full of despair and confusion.

Jiang Chen stood in front of him with a solemn expression and said loudly: "Sha Wujing, don't you understand the matter yet? All of this is a destiny. It is a destiny for you to break the glazed glass cup, and you are destined to be unable to piece together the glazed glass cup. The only way out for you to join the huge disaster of Journey to the West is your only way out, and you can't escape!"

"You will eventually be a chess piece of the great cause of Journey to the West, and under the control of Buddhism, you will become a tool for the saints to harvest merits. Since you have entered the game, you will inevitably be unable to escape and cannot escape. You can only move forward step by step and complete your own redemption..."

Jiang Chen's words involve the secret of heaven, and every word is as thunderous as the ears, and to Sha Wujing, it is even more like a fairy sound.

Let it clear the clouds and see the sun, and the clues suddenly open.

Sha Wujing gradually became calm, and there was no attachment in his eyes.

"You mean...salvation?"

He said.

Jiang Chen nodded, took out another glass cup, wrapped it in a cloth, and handed it to Sha Wujing.

"Don't hate the Great Heavenly Lord. He knows everything, but the way of heaven is hard to violate. You and Marshal Tianpeng are the pain in his heart. If you carry this glass cup with you, you will be able to use it in the future. As long as your hands do not touch this glass cup directly, it will not break."

"Your master and brothers have also known their destiny. This journey to the West will eventually be different from the established plan. You can act according to the opportunity and finally complete your own redemption."

"After all, we have to go the way we should go. But at least, we can choose how to go and which road we take."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's figure had disappeared.

Above the quicksand river, his voice still echoed.

Sha Wujing stood on the water, and there was only one lonely figure in the empty world.

He was silent for a long time, then slowly looked up and looked into the sky.

"Even if the ending is already destined, I will at least embark on a path of self-salvation..."
To be continued...