Eighty-one difficulties, this is the road of Jinchanzi.

However, the eighteenth difficulty among these eighteen difficulties is the most critical part of the entire plan. For nothing else, it is because the eighteenth difficulty is the most important part that resonates with the Hongmeng purple qi.

Unfortunately, this disaster fell into Zhen Yuanzi's hands.

Nothing else, just because the key thing in this disaster is the ginseng fruit tree in Zhenyuanzi Wuzhuang Temple!

It has grown on this journey to the West, and the key point of Hongmeng purple air suppression!

Overthrow the ginseng fruit tree!

This is a must-have!

Zhen Yuanzi also knew it, but this is not the beginning!

Because of the change in the plot, this Journey to the West has long been beyond recognition!

Very direct...

After the monkey and his group arrived here, they were no longer just seeking scriptures, as if they had turned into a god of killing!

As soon as he entered Wuzhuang Temple, Sun Wukong raised his stick!

indifferent!

ruthless!

Arrogant!

warlike!

Bloodthirsty!

Zhen Yuanzi's two disciples died directly under the ginseng fruit tree without having time to resist, and the ginseng fruit was eaten directly by Sun Wukong, Bajie and others.

The entire ginseng fruit tree was also pushed down, revealing the deep hole.

"You shouldn't kill anyone!"

Jin Chanzi looked at Sun Wukong with a little angry.

Sun Wukong sneered: "If you don't kill someone? Then what are you doing to get the scriptures? Are you qualified to talk about your compassion? If you are truly compassionate, you shouldn't have come!"

Zhu Bajie Sha Seng didn't speak, but he also sneered when he looked at Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi was speechless and had to whisper the Buddha's name...

Sun Wukong continued to sneer, but looked at the hole where the ginseng fruit tree fell, where the blood of some disciples of Wuzhuangguan flowed into it.

There, a strange red light suddenly flashed, and then a ray of red light shot directly into Jin Chanzi's mind.

Jin Chanzi was stunned for a moment, and a red light flashed across those clear eyes. The breath changed for a moment, just like Jin Chanzi in front of him for a moment, and changed for a different person, but he quickly returned to peace.

"Sure enough, from this eighteenth difficulty, will some Hongyun's memories begin to be restored from each difficulty?"

Zhu Bajie looked at this scene and felt a little surprised.

Sun Wukong just took a cold look, stopped talking, and instead stopped running away, just stayed at Wuzhuang Temple.

Jin Chanzi was a little scared. After all, he offended Zhen Yuanzi's great immortal. He was the existence of a golden immortal. How could he not be afraid?

However……

He also knew clearly that the disaster had just begun.

It is a disaster to overthrow the ginseng fruit tree!

But there is still cause and effect, and every disaster is a cause and effect, and it is also a difficulty.

Even after this disaster, you have to deal with this cause and effect well. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to get the recognition of that thing in the end!

Zhen Yuanzi is back.

But there was another person who came, and that person was Cihang, who is also the current Guanyin...

It can be said that meeting Sun Wuzi is like meeting enemies, and they are extremely jealous...

However, both monkeys and Guanyin endured it.

Especially Guanyin, I have to endure it.

We already know the frustration between the West and the East, but now it is not the time to break out. Sun Wukong needs Guanyin, a Westerner, to deal with the cause and effect of the aftermath.

The West needs Sun Wuzi as a person to make the journey completely complete, not to mention that Sun Wuzi is also the key!

What can I do? I can only endure it!

Like in the original work, Guanyin saved the ginseng fruit tree, and the dead disciples, the West wanted to make them resurrected, and even lost some favors. Zhen Yuanzi gave up!

Journey to the West, stepping on...

And the disaster...

It also starts to happen!

Just like in Wuzhuang Temple, every place I pass is blood...

All of these people died at the hands of Sun Wukong, which was destined.

Because only the physique of Sun Wukong and Nuwa's five-colored stone has a lot of merit and can it not be affected by karma.

Not only that, you can rely on blood and become more courageous as you fight!

Fighting Saint Buddha...

This is the future Buddhahood of Sun Wukong!

This is not unreasonable!

But this time, he is no longer a Buddha, but a war god, a war god who becomes more and more brave as he fights!

In just a short time, Sun Wukong finally began to move towards the cultivation of the Golden Immortal, until he finally achieved the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit during the fifty difficulties!

And along the way, Jin Chanzi became more and more silent.

Sun Wukong became stronger and stronger along the way, and the memories he had taken back were getting more and more!

Most of these memories are from the beginning, how he appeared, how he practiced, and what he experienced!

It was not until the fifty-year-old that he finally appeared to go to the dojo and listen to Hongjun's third sermon, and obtained the eighth Hongmeng purple aura given by Hongjun!

But, it's just over here!

Sun Wukong looked at Jin Chanzi and finally grinned. Zhu Bajie and Rolling Cloud looked at each other and didn't dare to speak at first!

They knew why Sun Wukong grinned.

That's because they know what memory Jin Chanzi got this time...

Has that thing finally started to appear?

Then, he was attacked, Hongmeng purple aura was taken away, and then Nuwa took action to seal Hongmeng purple aura, and then, how to open the space for sealing Hongmeng purple aura!

"Let's go, there is no possibility of retreating on this road!"

Jin Chanzi suddenly said.

He is still Jin Chanzi. Although he has different memories, he is still Jin Chanzi. He will not change until the end!

Sun Wukong grinned, shook the golden cudgel, resisted it on his shoulder, and shouted: "Let's go!"

This strange team embarked on a journey once.

...

On Kunlun.

Wei Ziqing sat on the edge of the cliff of Kunlun Mountain...

Within a few kilometers around, green lotus bloomed, the cliff beneath was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sky was filled with cranes and phoenixes.

And the ancient pine trees lying on their backs, the indescribable vicissitudes are as if the old pine has experienced countless years and epochs.

Wei Ziqing sat under the ancient pine, slightly closed his eyes, and the breath around him was calm, but heavy, full of vitality.

He is practicing!

Take all the time to practice!

Wait for the upcoming battle!

This day...

Wei Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes, and a calm voice came from his mouth: "How long have I been in seclusion?"

"It's been three years and seven months!"

Yao Chi walked out, and the Qinglians had already followed Wei Ziqing to open their eyes and completely disappeared!

"Three years and seven months? That Journey to the West..."

"Yes!"
Chapter completed!