South Zhanbu Continent.

   A dark cloud hides the bright moon.

  In the dark mountains and forests, the roars of various beasts lingered in my ears.

   Pairs of eyes stared at this strange and obviously extremely dangerous visitor in the darkness.

   Sitting alone on a moss-covered rock, the six-eared macaque almost ignored the strong hostility from all around, raised its head, and watched the stars in the sky through the dark branches and leaves. There was infinite confusion in his eyes.

   In the middle of the night, facing a group of beasts alone in the woods, how familiar it feels... Have you experienced the same scene before?

  The six-eared macaque can't remember, everything is familiar, but he just can't remember the slightest. He couldn't even remember the spell he used when he just left the underworld.

  Why do you clearly remember everything, but you can't remember anything?

The six-eared macaque didn't understand, but he didn't want to go back and ask the two bald donkeys, because his intuition told him that those two were enemies.

   But what should we do if we don’t go back and ask them?

   bowed his head, and stared blankly at his wrinkled hands.

   A crow fluttered over his head.

   A few gophers huddled in the corner, not knowing what was going on.

   After a long time, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to recall hard.

   Countless memory fragments flashed in my mind, some were wailing, some were crying, some were screaming, some were fighting fiercely, blood was everywhere...

   He clenched his fists slightly.

   Countless chaotic images rushed towards him in an instant. Filled with everything at once. At the same time, severe pain also came from the depths of his soul, as if something was tossing and struggling in his head, trying to break the skull and rush out.

   He gritted his teeth. Endure it.

   The muscles in both arms stretched to the extreme, and the blue veins burst out. The whole body was trembling slightly because of the unbearable pain, and the sound of wailing rose into the sky, shocking the surrounding birds to the sky.

   He saw himself standing in the clouds with sticks and fighting with the heavenly generals, and the huge warships fell from the sky dragging billowing smoke...

   He saw himself sitting on a high throne receiving the worship of all demons, and everyone respected him like a god...

   He saw himself on the rough sea, confronting an old man with long beards who wielded four swords at the same time. Embark on a tough and unusual battle...

  …

   As the memories deepen. The severe pain from the depths of his soul became more and more terrifying, and it was even gradually approaching the limit of what he could bear.

   But he continued.

The    hurricane swept through the woods.

   He hugged his head tightly and rolled on the ground, wailing in pain, causing the sky to be filled with dust.

  Everything he touched, whether it was trees or rocks, was instantly smashed into powder by those unconscious hands.

   There are more and more pictures flashing, and the speed is getting faster and faster. It's almost to the point where you can't even see clearly.

   The whole head seems to be about to explode.

  Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned.

  Everything gradually quieted down, and the whole forest was silent. No other beast dared to make any noise at this moment.

   After a long time, he laughed slowly and collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and panting.

   "Still... can't remember anything."

   Yes, there are countless pictures filled with memories, while madly forgetting... so to remember. How could it possibly be remembered?

   Lying like this right now, he has forgotten the scene he just recalled.

   A breeze blew past, and the fluff on his cheeks quivered slightly. There is a cool and refreshing feeling.

   He stared blankly at the night sky.

   "This is the feeling of being alive..." He smiled lightly.

   Not so long ago he existed only in eternal darkness, in the endless void, but he is alive now. You can feel the cold and heat, pain and sorrow around you.

   Even the smooth feeling brought by a sip of his lips made him very fond of aftertaste.

  It is good to be alive.

   Even if it hurts. It's also good, as long as you can live.

   Closing his eyes, he remembered the words of King Jizo - it was the only thing he could think of now.

   "That bald donkey must be a liar, right? It's definitely not a good thing to grow up like that..."

  The moon slowly stuck its head out from behind the dark clouds, the six-eared macaque opened its eyes slightly, put its hands up, and spread it under the moon to look carefully.

   "You actually said that I don't have a body, hehehe... I obviously have. I don't have a body, so what is this?"

   In the next moment, the expression of the six-eared macaque suddenly froze.

   He was horrified to see that there were many cracks under the hair between his ten fingers!

   He was startled, and quickly got up from the ground with a flip, examining his body carefully by the moonlight.

   Almost every corner of the body up and down!

  The fissures as thin as silk have crawled all over the body at some point...

   A deep fear spread quickly in the heart of the six-eared macaque.

   Those cracks are like those appearing on the hands and feet of old farmers who have worked hard for many years. The difference is that when the cracks are opened, they are flesh and blood, while the six-eared macaques have only layers of hair under the cracks.

   "This is... what's going on here?"

  The six-eared macaque trembled slightly and looked around in horror.

   After a long time, when he lowered his head again, he found that the crack on his hand was expanding little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye!

   At this moment, a gust of breeze blew past, and the six-eared macaque felt a sharp tingling sensation all over its body, and it couldn't help but shrink into a ball.

   It was a feeling as if there were slender stab wounds all over his body, and someone sprinkled a handful of salt on the fire.

  In a trance, he saw with his own eyes that the hair that fell off his body instantly turned to ashes in the wind...

   At this moment, his eyes widened in fear.

   Drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The heart seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, beating violently.

   "He...he said...is it true?"

   He stretched out his hand trembling slightly and plucked two hairs from the back of his hand.

   Soon, the hair turned to ashes in the breeze as before.

   The six-eared macaque was stunned.

When    looked at his palm again. He found that his thumb was gone!

   The corners of his eyes and mouth, at this moment, his entire face was twitching slightly. There was only one word left in his mind: "death".

  The real death is not as simple as stripping the soul from the body and re-casting the six realms of reincarnation. But the real, complete disappearance...

   The six-eared macaque looked at all this in horror and stood up suddenly.

   "That guy... what did that guy just say? He said he wanted to **** blood! Yes. Blood sucking! Any blood is fine. Where is blood? Where is blood?"

   He panicked and started running through the woods, roaring all the way.

   Countless birds were shocked to the sky.

   A frightened wild boar howled and ran away.

   The six-eared macaque clenched his teeth and jumped up, and the next moment, he had already smashed heavily on the wild boar.

   With bloodshot eyes open, the six-eared macaque got up from the wild boar trembling slightly, looking down at the wild boar that he had knocked unconscious. Breathing heavily.

   "He said...he said that in addition to blood, he also needed essence...yes...he wanted essence."

   Straightening the wild boar's head, he inhaled a milky white breath from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose towards its head.

  Suddenly, he suddenly felt a little bit more lucid. And the wild boar that he had sucked in his essence was completely dead.

   Immediately after, he couldn't wait to take advantage of the still warm body of the wild boar, and he pounced on it like a hungry wolf, biting its throat and sucking blood greedily.

  Scarlet blood dripped down the corner of his mouth on the sand under his feet, fainting.

   In the darkness, countless creatures are watching this scene in horror.

   After a while. He struggled to get up from the ground.

   "No...not enough..."

   Leaving the corpse of the wild boar that had turned into a mummified corpse, he madly ran forward.

   A ray of spiritual power exploded with the monkey at the center, and instantly spread to the entire forest.

   The next moment, countless essences scattered from every corner and gathered on him.

   Carcasses of animals of all sizes fell all over the floor.

   Bowed down, he picked up animal carcasses one by one and bit them down heavily. The blood was quickly drained and discarded.

   "No, still not enough... No, still not enough, still not enough—!"

   A shrill roar echoed slowly in the night sky.

   At this time, in the direction he was heading, in a prosperous human town, people still knew nothing about the approaching danger...

  …

  Underworld, on the empty altar, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata bowed and grabbed a handful of hairs from six-eared macaques.

   A gust of breeze blew past, and in an instant, the hair that was caught in his hand turned to ashes along with those scattered on the ground.

"The hunting should have already started." Ksitigarbha King on the side said lightly: "It is a big project to accumulate a body as strong as the past with the blood of living creatures. Similarly, it is necessary to maintain the soul with the spirit of living creatures. , is also a big project. Before the body is fully condensed, he needs to struggle on the edge of life and death all the time. Just now, he should want to recall the past... It will make him overdraw his spiritual power and die faster. "

   wiped the ashes from his hands, Zhengfa Ming Tathagata stood up slowly: "Can you remember?"

   King Ksitigarbha shook his head slowly and said, "How can I remember the memory washed away by the robbery? The more I think about it, the more I forget."

"The same sentence, you released a complete evil ghost. An evil ghost that can break through to the realm of heaven at any time. Without memory, he will be stronger than the original Monkey King and more difficult to deal with. .Almost no weakness at all."

"Worry too much. As long as he's still Sun Wukong, he won't be able to deal with it. Besides... If Xuanzang's way of Purdue is feasible, why can't he be Purdue?" Speaking of this, Ksitigarbha King suddenly smiled meaningfully. He got up and said, "The poor monk really wants to know that if there are two demon monkeys in front of you, only one can be saved, and the other must be destroyed. You said, 'Purdu', how would you choose?"

   Zhengfa Ming Tathagata gave Ksitigarbha King a meaningful look, and said, "What's next? What are you going to do?"

   King Ksitigarbha replied with a half-smile, "Go up Lingshan."

   "Up to Lingshan?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata couldn't help but be stunned.

   "Yes." Ksitigarbha King Youyou said: "Everything that needs to be done has been done. Next, we just need to wait for the good news in Lingshan." (To be continued~^~)

  PS:  Why, it's a bit cumbersome to say in detailing the outline. Forgive everyone~