The Legend Of WuKong: [36.]

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[36.]

Heaven

"The demon monkey has been captured!" Cheers echoed in the Heavenly Palace, as the gods celebrated a carnival festival.

Zixia stood on a cloud, looking at the palace that was surrounded like an iron barrel, her face was calm, and there was no trace of her sorrow or joy at all.

"What are you doing with these for me! I am already the Monkey King...I don't need them anymore..." Zixia recalled how Sun Wukong yelled at her back then, "This shawl is actually purple. ’s... don’t tell me you made it with the sunset in the western sky!”

Monkey King? Why, after being defeated five hundred years ago, will we still be defeated five hundred years later? When did he escape from the palm of heaven again?

Zixia left the place where the gods gathered and walked to a corner of the heaven alone.

She came to the cloud again.

"Little girl, you can't find your way home? If you want to cry, don't squat at my door. People think I have a purple dog to guard the door!"

Dead monkey, dead monkey! Why is he different from the gods? Why does he want to be a **** again?

Zixia took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. She thought, when I turn around, I will forget about the monkey from now on.

She looked at the sea of ​​clouds for a long time, and finally made up her mind and turned around...

"Little girl, are you crying here again?" said a familiar voice, a pair of eyes looking at her with a smile.

Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong stood like that, as if he had never left for five hundred years. He was still chewing a flat peach in his hand, and his smile had not been tainted by any weather from five hundred years ago until today.

"Sun Wukong?" Zixia stared at him for a while and asked.

"You know? Your eyes are beautiful, let me

Thinking of... delicious grapes. ”

"You are not Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong doesn't talk like this." Zixia said.

"Ha, actually I wanted to say this when I met you here five hundred years ago, but when I opened my mouth, it turned into something else. I am no longer that worthless."

"Do you remember who I am?"

"Aren't you just Ah Yue! Ask Canopy for me...yoyoyo, you're staring, ha, when you're angry, your eyes are like peaches!"

"Nonsense, I'm not that ugly!"

Sun Wukong suddenly became serious, and he stared at Zixia.

"Azi, do you recognize me?" He said calmly.

Zixia suddenly wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry.

But she said coldly: "Didn't you go to the West?"

"The Western Heaven? Ha, where is the Western Heaven? When Old Sun is happy, he turns the sky over and it becomes the Western Heaven!"

“Didn’t you make a big fuss in Lingxiao Palace and get captured?”

"Hahaha, Old Sun has not been caught since he was reborn in the alchemy furnace five hundred years ago."

"Then who did they arrest?"

Sun Wukong looked in the direction of Lingxiao Palace and sighed: "A fool who likes to wear gold hoops on his head."

Zixia suddenly felt confused. The memories of the past five hundred years were in chaos. Which ones were true and which ones were false? Did Sun Wukong really die? Are what he said to himself true, or is it just his imagination? Did that skeletal hand really hold that purple gauze scarf?

But Sun Wukong looked around the heaven: "Damn! I haven't been here for five hundred years, and it's still so gloomy and boring here. Let me open a skylight for some fresh air!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the golden cudgel turned into a beam of golden light and shot straight into the sky.

"Boom!" The heaven was shaken.

A large hole was broken in the ceiling, and fire flowed down from there, burning the sky.

Zixia was shocked. The sky had never cracked since Nuwa patched it up.

"Fresh air, how fresh the air is, like the sea breeze by the Huaguo Mountain. Hahaha, smell the purple clouds!" Sun Wukong laughed wildly.

"Sun Wukong, you are crazy, this will cause great disasters in the three realms!"

"Hahahaha! Burn such a broken world!" Sun Wukong roared, "Fire! What a big fire!" Suddenly he hugged his head and started sobbing again, "Fire... don't burn, don't burn me. The Huaguo Mountain..."

He seems crazy.

When he raised his head again, Zixia saw that Sun Wukong's eyes were red with fire, and his expression was particularly ferocious.

On the other side, the gods in the Heavenly Palace have long been shouting at the sky and the earth, and they are in chaos.

"What's wrong?" Taibai Jinxing shouted.

"It must be that Mr. Taishang didn't watch the stove after lighting it. No, it's burning. It was like this when the monkey was resurrected five hundred years ago!" shouted the giant spirit god.

"It's not me!" the Supreme Being shouted, "This fire... this fire... ah! ah! Look, the sky! The sky..."

When the gods looked at the sky, they suddenly screamed. The Queen Mother fainted from fright on the spot.

Sun Wukong looked at it with a smile. He turned back to Zixia and said, "It's fun, isn't it?"

The fire was soaring into the sky, but Zixia felt a chill in her body.

Sun Wukong looked at her: "Do you know what is outside the sky?"

Zixia hugged her body tightly and shook her head.

Sun Wukong said: "I don't know either. I wonder why no one wanted to open it and take a look before."

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, but the palace is getting colder and colder.