Chen Pan exclaimed in a panic, but it was too late. The mountains and rivers appeared in front of him. The two had already entered the illusion of Sun Wukong. At the same time, Jin Chanzi was also in.

After landing, Chen Weiming hurriedly asked: "What's the situation and what's fooled?"

"She did it on purpose!" Chen Pan said hurriedly: "She thought about Jin Chanzi and didn't want his body to remain, but she couldn't break the secret robe, so she was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to let Jin Chanzi enter the illusion. She had the chance to take action just now, but she didn't. She just pretended to chase him, just waiting for us to come."

"For her, the second level of illusion can be used more. As long as she enters here, even the brocade robe may not be able to protect the Golden Cicadazi."

It was indeed a scheming... Chen Weiming thought to himself, and suddenly remembered something: "Why did you come in too?"

Before, Chen Pan could only contact himself in the first level of illusion, but now he has reached the second level of illusion.

Chen Pan frowned: "I don't know either. Maybe because of the Chaos Bell, or... this may not be just the second level of illusion, but even reached the third level."

This speculation gave Chen Weiming a headache. He knew too little about Mrs. Baigu. Wendao was going to say more before, but he himself underestimated Mrs. Baigu's ability, so he was caught as soon as he walked in, and there was no time to say more.

The first level of illusion is between reality and illusion, while the second level is deeper, directly using memory as a picture to unfold a huge chapter. What are these three levels? It is unknown.

"Don't worry, take a step by step!" Chen Pan thought about it: "The illusion with memory as the blueprint, what I have experienced is the best method of the inner demon. Mrs. White Bone's attainment in illusion has indeed been superb. Explain the situation to Jin Chanzi, and be careful yourself. I think about it, see what is the solution."

Chen Weiming nodded and immediately told Jin Chanzi about the situation. At this time, anyone could think of a way to break through.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Jin Chanzi recited: "It's good that way. I know that Wukong's heart is difficult to open, but I'm just suffering from the lack of a way to solve it. If I can find it today, it's not a bad thing."

"But more likely, we haven't found a solution yet, but we..." Chen Weiming reminded him, a little apologized, it was his actions that made Jin Chanzi fall into danger, otherwise it wouldn't have been so fast.

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly: "There was Di Ksitigarbha who said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Wukong is the disciple of the Bodhi Patriarch and the disciple of the poor monk. Even though he never recognizes it in his heart, it is already a fact. As the saying goes, he will not recognize me for one day and be a father for life, but I must recognize him."

"The Bodhi Patriarch leads his practice, and my monk leads his mind to cultivate. My Buddha is compassionate to save all those who can be saved. However, I think there is no one in the world who cannot be saved. Traveling west to seek scriptures is to promote Buddhism. If you can't even untie the knot in Wukong's heart, what is the meaning of this traveling west?"

Then he held a tin staff in his hand and walked forward slowly.

This monk... Chen Weiming was slightly stunned and suddenly realized that he had never seen Jin Chanzi clearly, which was completely different from what he knew...

I let go of my doubts and followed me.

The landscape is extremely beautiful, and you can hear the sound of monkeys coming from all directions from afar. The most attractive thing is that waterfall, which is like a water curtain falling down, is extremely beautiful.

"This should be Huaguo Mountain!" Jin Chanzi said: "Wukong once told me that that was the time he missed the most."

The two walked up to the top of the mountain and looked ahead and saw a large number of monkeys playing. One of them was particularly different, like a stone and mixed like steel. Naturally, it was Sun Wukong.

This is indeed the time when he misses the most. There is no dispute, no battle, no sadness, no pain, no loss... There is no intense thing, very dull, but very happy.

At this time, he was just a monkey, not Sun Wukong, nor the so-called Monkey King.

But he is not an ordinary monkey either. He is a stone monkey and has a... home.

There was someone at home, who was the Master Jiuyang, who was at the foot of the mountain. Every day, the monkey went out to play in the morning and came back in the afternoon. The Master Jiuyang used various medicinal materials to temper his body and build his foundation.

At that time, the Nine Yang Zhenren was kind and kind, and at that time, Sun Wukong was extremely patient with him.

Time passed day by day, and the two of them watched day by day. Until one day, Jiuyang Zhenren took him away and arrived at another cave: the Three Star Cave of Xiyue Mountain.

Life has changed since then, and Sun Wukong no longer has those playmates. It seems that he has entered a teenager from childhood. Playing has become the past, and learning has become the most important thing.

The Nine Yang Zhenren is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and is well-versed in various mysterious methods. She can teach many people. Unfortunately, Sun Wukong is not a talented disciple. He can't learn anything, gain nothing, and cannot make progress. Over the past few decades, he has only learned the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earth Evil, and is not considered proficient.

At this time, Jiuyang Zhenren was still kind, even though he could see that the patience in his eyes was getting rid of it little by little.

Sun Wukong is a stone monkey, but he is not a stern heart. He can feel that his master is expecting him, but he also feels that his master is disappointed with him little by little.

He was very anxious, very similar to change, but he couldn't find the point of exertion and didn't know how to do it. He could only practice day after day, day after day, and the only seventy-two changes of the Earth Evil that could be refined.

The Nine Yang Zhenren is very patient and is waiting for Sun Wukong to change. He has been waiting for more than 100,000 years every day.

But his patience was also limited. More than 100,000 years later, he finally broke out.

"You trash!"

That day, the Nine Yang Zhenren finally roared out the anger in his heart, and it was the first time he took action.

"Bang!"

The slap fell heavily, and Sun Wukong circled like a top, hitting the stone wall heavily.

At that moment, the true man of Nine Yang was no longer the Bodhi Patriarch, but changed back to Sun Jiuyang, the heartbroken and hatred Sun Jiuyang.

At that moment, the monkey was stunned. He suddenly felt the meaning given to him by his name, which made him no longer just a monkey, but a disciple, a disciple who carried the master's hope.

"Why, why!"

The Nine Yang Zhenren stepped forward and raised Sun Wukong: "I have spent so much effort on you. You have such a good origin. Why can't you practice, why can't you have some hope? Why can't you let me see some hope."

"Ancient Demon Ape, Ancient Demon Ape, you are a useless person, why can't you look like an ancient Demon Ape?"

"Four stones, four monkeys, why did I choose you...a useless..."

"waste!"

Amid the roar, the desolate and sadness also informed Sun Wukong of those days that he missed...
Chapter completed!