Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 749: After all, try her

Speaking, Tang Yu hugged his head tightly again.

Countless voices resounded and alternated in my mind, and pictures of countless sentient beings flickered in my mind.

He is a little demon.

It is the simplest crab soldier of the aquarium.

They have been present throughout their lives.

And the unwillingness of these four sea dragon kings.

There was a little white dragon, and the nine strangely shaped children he gave birth to.

Tang Yu’s consciousness seemed to be divided into different thoughts.

He saw that he was transformed into a bull demon, working day and night, being whipped by his master.

Then he turned into a shrimp soldier. From the time he spoke, he was running around, running for his life, and working hard to survive.

Voices of different emotions came from his mouth.

Let Lishan old mother feel the fear.

But she still walked over, and firmly embraced the struggling figure: “Tang Sanzang, you are Tang Sanzang.”

There was a hint of clarity in Tang Yu’s eyes, and he roared, “No, I am not Tang Sanzang, I am Tang Yu.”

Tang Sanzang is not him.

It was just one of the memories in his mind.

He is only Tang Yu, only Tang Yu.

He appeared in his pupils, saw the monk, and saw Brother Lai.

I also saw the little white mouse, weakly shuttled past Da Leiyin Temple.

In the end, he saw the monk put out the oil lamp, and the little white mouse drank the lamp oil.

She is Bai Susu.

Immediately afterwards, the face of daughter country appeared in front of her eyes.

She smiled shyly, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, she was dressed in dragon robes, so noble.

Then one after another familiar people appeared in front of them.

They are so familiar.

There are close people, and even those Buddhas in the West.

Tang Yu’s consciousness became more and more blurred.

His self-consciousness is divided by the countless voices of sentient beings.

His eyes became more and more hollow.

It’s just that from time to time there are two different voices from his mouth, sometimes full of hostility, sometimes full of regret, thousands of voices, with all kinds of complex emotions, come out of his mouth.

Who is he?

I can’t remember it anymore.

Who is Tang Yu?

It is nothing more than one of the sentient beings.

It is one of his fusion of the seven emotions and six desires of sentient beings.

He is Tang Yu.

He is Tang Sanzang.

He is a bull demon, a shrimp soldier…

Countless different experiences flooded my mind like a tide.

The lives of countless people and demon flashed before his eyes.

The weak consciousness that belongs to the self can no longer be remembered.

Who is Tang Yu?

Who are you, who am I.

Who is the first me, the final me?

The past cannot be found, the future cannot be confirmed, all you can remember is this moment.

So who are you at this moment?

I am not Tang Sanzang, I am Tang Yu.

Such words stunned the old mother Li Shan.

She seems to understand something.

A trace of loneliness in the outside world?

This replaced Tang Sanzang and turned it into a variable.

That was the case, no wonder Tang Sanzang was like this suddenly.

It doesn’t matter who it is.

At the very least, Mrs. Lishan thinks she likes this person.

“You are Tang Yu, you are Tang Yu…”

The old lady Lishan looked directly into Tang Yu’s eyes and said over and over again: “You are Tang Yu, you are not one of the chaotic emotions in your mind, they are not you, they exist because of you, and you are not because of you. They exist, you are only Tang Yu.”

In a daze, such words made Tang Yu feel tenderness for a while.

At this moment, the original vague consciousness has a hint of clarity.

L.

It was the sound of rain falling.

That rainy night, that rainy night abandoned by his father, he was also abandoned by the world.

“Little bastard, come to the construction site to steal things and kill you.”

Someone around kicked him hard.

Is he wrong?

He shouldn’t steal things, but he wants to live, he hasn’t eaten for a day.

“Hello, are you recruiting people here?”

A weak voice walked into a restaurant and applied for a job.

“I can do it, I can do everything.”

The waiters looked at him as busy as a fool.

They started talking behind the scenes.

It doesn’t matter, at least I can eat a full meal.

“I didn’t steal it.”

I lost something in the place where I was working, and everyone said it was him.

The little boy clenched his fists and defended himself in a low voice.

“Don’t go to the construction site to steal things today, there are people somewhere.”

“It’s a waste. I lost half a bottle of drink like this.” Picking out half a bottle of drink from the trash can, he shook his head and seemed to lament the waste of those people.

“I ate a roast chicken yesterday, but it was delicious.”

“If I have money, I will come to such a big hotel to have a meal, and I must taste it.”

He is a thief, a gangster, a gangster, and a rubbish.

But he wasn’t born to want this.

He is not a born thief, rascal, gangster…

Being oppressed again and again, struggling again and again.

The darkness is endless, and the flood of despair has no end.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you have hope in your heart, there is light.

The night will rise even in the long sun.

If there is no sun, then try to make yourself shine.

“Learn from the classics, take the classics of a hammer.”

“Wukeng.”

“Second idiot.”

“Three stunned sons.”

The voice that belonged to Tang Yu slowly reverberated in his mind, and the past that belonged to it gradually appeared in his mind.

There was a trace of clarity in Tang Yu’s eyes, and then he hugged his mind again.

The celestial phenomena all around appeared, and one person after another manifested in the celestial phenomena.

Buzzing.

The sky is unstable.

The signs of breaking apart have already begun to appear.

But Tang Yu still clenched his teeth and clung to the final Qingming.

“I’m dying.”

Tang Yu struggled and said, seeing the old lady Lishan smile suddenly.

His Dao was completely lost, and his emotions and desires were difficult to balance, causing another backlash.

This time the backlash was particularly strong.

Maybe it was because he buried too much, so the self-consciousness could not suppress the consciousness of sentient beings, which led to such an end.

“With me, you won’t die.”

Old mother Lishan suddenly smiled softly.

She stood up and danced lightly, her clothes fluttering, and her moving body appeared in front of Tang Yu’s eyes.

Old mother Lishan hugged her.

Within the celestial phenomenon, the word love emerges involuntarily.

Shrouded on the old mother Lishan, but it dimmed for a moment.

It seems that Tang Yu is also struggling.

It’s just that in the end the word love still enveloped the old mother Lishan.

Tang Yu roared and rushed over like a beast.

The word love shines brightly.

Two people were enveloped.

Invisibly turned into an invisible, continuously cut thread called love, invisibly implicated in the hearts of two people.

The chaotic and complicated voices in my mind gradually fade away.

It’s just that Tang Yu’s heart is like still water at this moment, as if he is feeling everything with a feeling of detachment from the world.

Seven emotions and six desires are transformed into seven characters.

The word love became more and more bright, and the light was dazzling…