Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 349 I definitely prefer being called by other people's names rather than "Victorious Fighting Buddha"...

Time goes back ten minutes.

In the Stone Realm, Wu Xian stood on the lake, letting the five great saintly root weapons—eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body—return into his body. His body remained still, and he quietly stared at the old monkey.

However, when her gaze occasionally fell upon the golden hoop in his hand, a hint of mockery flashed across her face.

Meanwhile, the old monkey's attention was entirely focused on the golden hoop in his hand, and he did not notice the change in Wu Xian's expression.

Or perhaps he thought everything was already predetermined, so he followed the script, taking the golden headband and walking step by step to Wu Xian, intending to put it on him.

"It's another cycle, but who knows when the next chosen one will come here..."

The old monkey was thinking this when his wrist suddenly tightened.

He looked over in surprise, only to see Wu Xian raise his hand and grasp it, then slowly tighten his grip, as if trying to break his arm.

"You...this is impossible!"

The old monkey spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

"You clearly didn't obtain the Root of Intent, so you shouldn't be resisting me..."

"Yigen? Hehehe, it's come to this point, are you still going to lie to me?"

Wu Xian sneered, forcefully shaking off the old monkey's hand, forcing the golden hoop to fly into the air, where he grabbed it.

"Just like you said, Sun Wukong died long ago, so he has no spiritual roots left. All he left behind are his past memories."

“There was a portion at Little Western Paradise, which Yang Jian kept in his third eye. It represents Sun Wukong’s fighting spirit and the core of his spirit of resisting the injustice of the world.”

"And here, there is also a memory of Sun Wukong, but in your description, it is all about the mistakes he made in the past and his repentance."

"The two memories are completely different, which also means that if someone accepts them, they will awaken different roots of consciousness, which will determine whether the successor becomes the Great Sage Equal to Heaven or the Victorious Fighting Buddha."

At this point, Wu Xian tilted his head and looked at the old monkey who had completely fallen into a daze, grinning as he said, "Do you think what I said is right? The root of the Victorious Fighting Buddha's will, or rather... the golden headband!"

Upon hearing Wu Xian's address to him, the old monkey's body trembled violently, but he quickly regained his composure, staring intently at Wu Xian, and asked, "When did you find out?"

Upon hearing this, the old monkey had already acknowledged his identity and no longer intended to conceal it.

Wu Xian chuckled, then said while turning the golden headband with his fingers, "You know what? Actually, I've always suspected that you are Sun Wukong's master, Jin Chanzi. After all, there have been too many details along the way that have guided me to believe that you are him."

“However, there are still some things about you that don’t fit Jin Chanzi’s characteristics. For example, when you were rowing just now, you referred to Huang Mei as ‘boy,’ but in terms of seniority, although Jin Chanzi is a disciple of Buddha, he always calls Huang Mei ‘senior brother’ because he entered the sect later than Huang Mei.”

"Furthermore, over the past twenty years, you have taught countless monkeys to practice staff techniques and the supernatural ability to store objects, which are all skills of Sun Wukong. How could Jin Chanzi possibly know these things?"

"Of course, there is another possibility, which is that it was Bodhi Patriarch, Sun Wukong's first master, but I don't think that he would just stand by and watch the little monkey he carefully taught become a dog of Buddhism."

"in addition……"

Wu Xian raised his hand, and a powerful suction suddenly rose up, pulling the bamboo pole from the distant boat to his face. His eyes swept across the surface of the bamboo pole and he saw a string of characters, which was a passage from the Heart Sutra.

"There is no ignorance, nor is there the cessation of ignorance, and so forth, up to no old age and death, nor is there the cessation of old age and death. There is no suffering, no origination, no cessation, no path; there is no wisdom, nor is there attainment... This is the main explanation of emptiness in the Heart Sutra, which is somewhat too obvious, after all, there is also the word 'emptiness' in Sun Wukong."

"Therefore, based on the above judgments, and considering your attempts to put the golden headband on me, I guess that you are the essence of Sun Wukong after he became the Victorious Fighting Buddha, which is the golden headband that he tried so hard to remove."

"The reason you remained on Flower Fruit Mountain in the form of an old ape was so that one day a new Sun Wukong would appear, and this golden headband, which is yourself, would be returned to him." Having said this, Wu Xian stopped turning the golden headband, grasped it in his hand, and looked at the old monkey, saying, "Well, do you think what I said is right?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would have so many flaws. You monkey are quite meticulous."

The old monkey chuckled, but his voice became somewhat desolate.

"One last question: why were you able to refuse to wear the golden headband? Although it was the root of intention that Sun Wukong gave up, it was still his root of intention. You shouldn't have resisted it before you found another root of intention."

"It's very simple, I've already said it before."

Wu Xian pointed to his head and smiled brightly: "My name is Wu Xian, not Sun Wukong. I don't need any of his spiritual roots, because I am who I am. Even if I were to have a spiritual root, it would be my own, Wu Xian's own spiritual root!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xian threw the golden hoop in his hand into the air. The moment it fell, he swung his golden cudgel and struck it. Finally, with a crisp collision, it turned into golden powder and disappeared without a trace.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha————!!!"

The old monkey watched this scene coldly, then suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with relief and liberation.

The next second, his body began to disintegrate from the soles of his feet, spreading rapidly upwards.

"Wu Xian, right? I'll remember that name."

The old monkey lowered its head again, gazing intently at Wu Xian, and solemnly said, "Keep going. No matter what happens in the future, don't give up. Don't be like that monkey, who easily harbors second thoughts, harming both himself and others."

"In the end, I definitely prefer being called... the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, rather than the Victorious Fighting Buddha!"

"Ha ha ha ha----!!!"

The old monkey vanished completely, leaving only its unrestrained laughter echoing through the Stone Realm, lingering for a long time.

Looking at the empty world around him, Wu Xian sighed, then his eyes hardened. He took a step forward and disappeared into the distorted light and shadow.

He still has a lot to do.

……

At the top of Flower Fruit Mountain, Pigsy paced back and forth around the strange rock, looking somewhat anxious.

Suddenly, the surface of the strange stone shone brightly, causing him to instinctively cover his eyes. When he came to his senses, Wu Xian's figure was already in front of him.

"Nephew..."

Just as Pigsy was about to ask, he suddenly remembered something, softened his tone, and cautiously asked, "Eldest Brother?"

Wu Xian gave him a half-smile, then turned to look at the void to the side and said coldly, "Come out. Do you really think I don't know you've been following us?"

"Golden-winged Roc!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky above suddenly brightened, and a ray of light, like that of the sun, fell down upon him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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