"The aroma of steamed buns can be smelled even in Yun Township." The shop owner said to the customer who was queuing up to buy buns.

Sun Wukong and Caihe drove past here in a carriage, and then stopped.

Sun Wukong took out a bucket of fodder prepared in advance from behind the carriage and fed it to the horse.

Then Sun Wukong and Caihe sat on an open-air chair five meters away from the bun shop.

Sun Wukong looked at the long dragon in front of the bun shop and couldn't help but remember what happened before. He said to Caihe: "Caihe, do you want to hear a story about me before?"

Caihe replied excitedly: "Of course I thought about it." Then she lay in Sun Wukong's arms and acted coquettishly.

Looking back, when Sun Wukong was fifteen years old, he would wander around the edge of his dreams and ideals every day, running in a circle that was neither big nor small.

At that time, he had no goals, and no direction. What he said was extremely thought was all due to the pressure at that time.

And the last moment told Sun Wukong that everything in the world is not as wonderful as ideals or as beautiful as dreams.

In fact, all this is woven from a small story that cannot be smaller. After reaching a certain level, it will become a big story.

Often, this big story is the finale, or there is no ending at all. Then, it will continue in another time and space, but it still has no ending.

Finally, Sun Wukong's eyes were dyed red by the sunset.

...

"Have you finished your story?" asked Sun Wukong.

"No!" Sun Wukong replied.

"Then why don't you continue talking?" Sun Wukong asked again.

"The story of the future is not such a happy story, maybe it's very sad. If I remember it, I'm afraid that I can't control my tears. It's a shame for a man to cry." Sun Wukong replied seriously.

At this time, this old bamboo house seemed particularly terrifying in the night. There were two windows on both sides and a door in the middle. From a distance, it looked like a ferocious monster staring with eyes and opening its mouth wide.

Then Zhu Bajie said: "The real story is not as exciting as it is. The real story is monotonous and boring. Brother Wukong, maybe the story I told you just now is the real story."

Sun Wukong nodded and said:

"In fact, when the night sky and the earth blend together, they will know that the human heart holds the world, and the world in our hearts does not just mean anything. First of all, the story I want to criticize your is not wonderful, but it definitely doesn't sound boring. I actually want to let Bajie understand Bajie. The only one who really enters that story is you. The listener is like listening to a joke. The listener will also feel it, but the feeling is still a joke."

This passage from Sun Wukong is very profound, as if no one could understand the depth of what Sun Wukong said in the Song Dynasty.

After hearing Sun Wukong's words, Zhu Bajie turned around and smiled slightly at Sun Wukong, and then said:

"Actually, Brother Wukong, you now understand what you should understand. Although these things are just a small part of what you should understand, this is progress. You do not belong to this place. Similarly, this place will not accommodate you for a long time. As you said just now, a person's heart contains heaven and earth, and you are the one who contains heaven and earth."

After Zhu Bajie finished speaking, he slowly got up and walked into the bamboo house. Then the bamboo door closed with a bang. Then the bamboo house collapsed instantly, and then turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared with Zhu Bajie.

When Sun Wukong saw it, his heart was immediately filled with anxiety. With timely grief, he hurried to the place where the bamboo house stood and swayed. When he saw carefully, there was not even a shit left.

So Sun Wukong was about to cry loudly, but before he could burst into tears, a purple-red whirlwind suddenly rolled up him up quickly and disappeared in an instant.

The place where Sun Wukong came again was a dilapidated village.

The overall appearance of the village is bare, with only a few rows of ancient houses tilted in the center.

Sun Wukong was swept to a location in the center of the village by a purple-red whirlwind, and his character was immediately confirmed.

His character this time is a person who is not very smart, simple and loyal, and he is still called Sun Wukong.

"Believe me, every brick is carefully selected by me, whether it is quality or…"

Before Sun Wukong could finish his words, Huang Cheng, whose eyes were wide open and his tongue was five feet wide, holding a brick cracked in half in his hand, and asked questioningly: "Sun Wukong, is this called careful selection?"

Sun Wukong suddenly laughed, and then delayed the time he wanted to make a reason during the period. He smiled for about half an hour, and then said embarrassedly to Huang Cheng: "Huang Cheng, what you are not picking up the bricks I chose, it was picked by Xiao orange from Lao Wang's second uncle's house next door."

Huang Cheng threw away the brick in anger, patted the dust on his body and said, "No wonder, I said, Sun Wukong, you can't do such a stupid thing!"

Sun Wukong smiled with a pursed lips.

Although this reason is far-fetched, Sun Wukong has deceived someone after all. This is enough to prove that this reason is useful, and it is also proving that Huang Cheng's IQ is declining.

The sun was very strong, and the sun was like fire blasting outwards, burning Sun Wukong and his colleagues.

The big teeth on the wall could not withstand the heat, so they walked to the shade of trees not far away and sat tilted, smoking a cigarette snake.

Something that Sun Wukong could not imagine happened again, and the so-called Arc de Netherworld has rotated again. This is not a matter of making do, but an encounter with the most rare and most beautiful plot in the world.

Good things need to be laid out in a big way. Sun Wukong knows this best and the most thorough understanding.

The Arc de Nether God continued to rotate, and Sun Wukong encountered it helplessly.

The Arc de Netherworld surrounds Sun Wukong, just like the most important heart in his body.

Whether from the beginning or the end later, Sun Wukong felt extremely lucky for this.

After all, he is a protagonist who is not very hurt, and the complexity of his character cannot stop him.

Sun Wukong still remembers the ultimate mission of taking the Western Classic in his heart, even though he wanders in the complex character, in the Arc descent of the God of the Underworld.

"The most important thing about obtaining the Western Bible is. From the beginning, I am determined to fulfill my mission." Sun Wukong often says this when he returns to his true identity as Sun Wukong in his dream.

Unfortunately, Sun Wukong still has to repeat and experience it in various character designs.

Sun Wukong held up a stack of bricks and stood there, then he saw Dabanya enjoying the shade and was envious, and then said something very inconsistent with the season.

"Why is it so cool this day? It's so enjoyable."

Sun Wukong is still doing very hard.

Huang Cheng shook his sweat, looked at the huge sun in the sky, and then saw the big teeth under the tree not far away, and could not stand the heat anymore, so he walked over.

Finally, the other workers went to the shade of the trees to enjoy the cool air.

Only Sun Wukong is doing the passionate work.

Huang Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he said to Sun Wukong: "Sun Wukong, come here and cool it down for a while. It's not too late to do it if the weather is not hot later."

Sun Wukong was stunned for a while, looked at Huang Cheng and his coworkers who were cool under the shade of the trees, then shook his head and said, "You guys should rest, I have to move bricks quickly, otherwise it will take a long time for Erwazi's new house to be built."
Chapter completed!