The Legend Of WuKong: [01.]

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In this life, whether it is a hundred years or tens of millions of years, it is just a moment before the future.

After this moment you have nothing, all you have is yourself.

You will be lonely forever in this world, and you will never find anything to rely on your heart.

Unless you give up yourself, merge into creation, and become a speck of dust in the universe.

You will be happy.

[01.]

"Tang Monk is dead, who did it?" a voice asked in shock.

Sun Wukong then woke up from his dream.

The head still hurts a little, as if he had slept for too long, and he suddenly forgot who he was and where he was now.

The collision and noise of wine bowls came from the thatched hut, and Zhu Bajie, who was blushing, shouted: "One more bowl!" The wine and rice were mixed in the bowl, and he drank it, ignoring the villagers next to him. Look at him.

Looking at all this, he remembered again that his name was Sun Wukong, and he was lying in a haystack at the foot of a house on the roadside.

Sun Wukong came out and stood in the patio outside the house, looking at the night beyond the fence.

Tang Monk walked out of the room, smiled and raised his hand to the people in the room, turned around and saw Sun Wukong, and said, "What can you see in the darkness?"

"It's still dark with your eyes open, and it's still dark with your eyes closed. Can I stand here and wait for dawn?" Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at Tang Seng, "You actually drank too?"

"Amitabha, I am so angry that I am a monk. A monk cannot drink alcohol, only water."

"White water? Then Zhu Bajie drank twenty bowls and it was all water? Did he drink water like that?"

"Ahem... Well, since he just wants to get drunk, what's wrong with him?" Tang Monk put the empty bowl to his mouth and pretended to drink it all.

"Where is Sha Seng?" Sun Wukong asked, "Isn't he also drunk?"

"He's not like that. His hands tremble when he sees bowls, cups, etc., and he can't lift the cup. This time he lost the bamboo tube he used to eat. He has to get another one tomorrow."

Bang, the sound of a porcelain bowl breaking was heard in the room, and Sha Monk screamed.

Zhu Bajie laughed wildly and said: "Haha. Broken, the sound is nice! Broken, broken into pieces, piece by piece, piece by piece..."

Sha Monk rolled around on the floor in the house holding his head.

"Did it happen again?" Sun Wukong asked coldly.

Tang Monk smiled, holding the empty bowl to his lips and sipping: "Ah, good wine."

"When I have a headache, do I look uglier than him?"

"Well," Tang Seng thought for a while and said, "I always wonder what can make people like that."

"Huh huh huh." Sun Wukong sneered, "You never suffer, right?"

Tang Seng looked at the dark sky and was stunned for a while: "They can't use that kind of pain to blackmail me, because... I don't have that desire. Destiny can't find my weakness, so - I can be you Master."

"Bah!" Sun Wukong said through gritted teeth.

A loud singing voice came from the room: "There are flowers in life...it must be broken, don't let the golden bottle...the sky is facing the moon...ahhhhh."

"Listening to this voice, who knew that the one singing was a pig?" Sun Wukong said.

"I'm drunk. I want to go back and take a nap! Let's hit the road again tomorrow afternoon. Anyway, you like to watch the sunset. Fortunately, you don't have the habit of watching the sunrise. Ah——" Tang Monk yawned and shook He walked back feeling the fence.

"You can get drunk with an empty bowl? I really admire you, Master."

"As long as I think about it, I will naturally get drunk. The night is long, wouldn't it be uncomfortable to be too sober?" Tang Seng said as he walked away.

The night wind was blowing, the grass and insects were chirping slightly, and it seemed so quiet for a while. Only the drunk Zhu Bajie was still muttering softly: "Life... wine... must... enjoy... hoo... hoo..."

The lights in the room went out, and Sun Wukong was still standing outside, not feeling sleepy at all. He thought that God would never sleep, and fate must be waiting for tomorrow in the dark just like him.