MTL - Tathagata Must Be Defeated-v2 Chapter 165 : Source world

The soul of Sun Wukong soars in a vast totem world.

This is a perfect world, mountains, canyons, boundless oceans, vast land.

In this world where the marginal world is not seen, he is as small as a sea of ​​scales.

But everything in this world is a totem.

Totem is a kind of text that can make everything.

The world it created is the reflection of the world of Hongmeng.

Sun Wukong soars in the sky, and the seventy-two changes are as simple as breathing. He sometimes changes the birds, sometimes changes the beast, and sometimes sneaks into the sea...

Every time there is a change, a totem appears on Sun Wukong.

And each totem has its special meaning.

Through the seventy-two changes, Sun Wukong learns the meaning of those totems and understands the story of the lost world in ways that others cannot understand.

Everything in this world is not static, but flowing.

The world is moving, the boundary is orientation, it is a real world.

In this world, Sun Wukong feels the vastness of the sea and witnesses the world. He is born and multiplied under his eyes, running forward and moving forward.

A vast emotion poured into the heart of Sun Wukong, warmth, enthusiasm, and something beyond everything.

What he is looking for is just ahead.

Sun Wukong has been flying, has been learning, and finally... he arrived at the center of the world.

Here is an ethereal cloud of smoke, and countless totems are hidden inside. In the midst of it, it is impossible to get here.

Sun Wukong walked into the cloud and saw it for a long time. He sat down on his knees.

He stopped the tour in this world, began to receive and understand the world of the people behind the totem, and gradually became aware of everything.

Tianting, the Sanskrit sounds in the palace, and the rain is falling.

The busy cockroaches suddenly moved in the heart and stopped the work in their hands.

She walked out of the palace and looked up. Sun Wukong sat under the Bodhi tree, surrounded by eight totems, as if it were supreme.

Every totem can be seen in every star palace.

Sun Wukong has been sitting for seven days and seven nights. On the third day, more and more totems are around him.

His breath has become higher and farther away, and sometimes the totem bursts around him, turning into a large brilliance.

Chaos, in addition to the Buddha's Sanskrit, the Quartet is quiet. ?

There is a feeling in my heart, and Sun Wukong will wake up immediately.

Sure enough, just as she looked up, the two lights suddenly appeared in the center of the chaos, as if the dazzling gods crossed the sky.

"Brothers are out."

A smile on his face: "That is the light in his eyes."

"eye?"

The emperor who came out behind her was shocked: "Does his eyes have such magical powers?"

The two gods, not ordinary spells, hit him, and he may not have to bear it.

"Why didn't he fight this with me before?"

Emperor Sui looked at the void: "Is this a little me?"

How much in his heart still has a slap in the face of the previous battle.

He didn't care for him, and he flew to chaos with joy.

Under the Bodhi tree, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, and the pupil was almost transparent like a glass, and the golden flame burning inside could be clearly seen. ?

"You are getting stronger again."

The Buddha stopped singing and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong’s eyes are bright and the golden armor is not dusty, and it has a **** style.

When he got up, he looked at him behind him, where there was a phantom that was gradually dissipating.

"Thank you."

Sun Wukong began.

The shadow shook his head and disappeared.

"Does he still have the possibility of resurrection?"

Buddha came to Sun Wukong and asked.

"Have."

Sun Wukong looked at the Bodhi tree: "The avenue is not destroyed, he has the possibility of resurrection."

The Buddha smiled and asked: "Do you find the truth of chaos?"

Sun Wukong nodded, reaching out, an egg rising in his palm, looming, like the flower in the mirror, did not reveal a half breath.

The Buddha looked at it, then reached out and passed the palm of his hand through the egg without touching anything.

"Void."

If the Buddha has realized: "The original world is what Hong Meng has, and what Chaos does not have."

"It's the real name, not the void."

Sun Wukong put away the egg and said: "That is the source."

The source world, that is the place where the spirits gather. Everything in the chaos, birds, beasts, insects, fish, flowers, grass, trees, stones, all kinds of things, everything is spiritual.

"The source world is the space of all things, and it is made by the will of all things."

Said Sun Wukong.

"Will?"

The Buddha slightly frowned: "But what we mean?"

"Yes."

Sun Wukong nodded: "The chaos of today, the willingness to reach the source."

He knew the will in the world of totems, and many of the questions in his heart were answered.

For example, the so-called merits of merit, why can you become a fairy without cultivation? The so-called incense, why the incense can make the heavens and the heavens live together, and the evils do not invade.

Sun Wukong once asked these questions about Taishang Laojun. Taijun Laojun also had no answer. He only said that this was a fixed number since ancient times.

But now Sun Wukong understands.

Whether it is merit, or incense, it is a form of willingness.

Willingness is the supreme power of chaos and the source of endless life.