These few shouts were louder and louder, and their tone was filled with intense excitement, just as if people buried deep in the ground for countless years saw a ray of light.

"My master is here!"

It was obvious that this sound was like a loud thunder, but it came into Tang Sanzang's ears, which made Tang Sanzang feel a sense of sadness inexplicably.

free……

This louder than the louder shout was filled with the words "freedom".

The monkey was happy that he was about to regain his freedom. Even if the price was to make him kneel down and a stranger as his teacher, he was willing to do so.

For a moment, Tang Sanzang clamped his legs and drove the white horse to walk towards the connected shouts, but inexplicably a little complicated in his heart.

As Tang Sanzang officially stepped into the Wuzhi Mountain realm, the hidden eyes of the many gods, Buddhas and ants disappeared again, and the white horse seemed to be frightened under the sound of thunder. He stepped onto the spot and did not dare to cross the line.

Helplessly, Tang Sanzang got off the white horse, tied it aside, and walked towards the source of the sound without any haste.

A few miles away came within a short time with Tang Sanzang's pace of slowness and fastness.

As Tang Sanzang passed a valley, he saw a monkey head that was towering into the sky, as if it had grown from the foot of the mountain. His eyes were glowing, and his eyes were full of surprise and he shouted.

"Master, is the one who comes here?"

Listening to the monkey's ridiculous question, Tang Sanzang patted Subai's monk's robe, slapped off some stains that were stained on it, walked to the monkey and asked in anger.

"You monkey, you monkey, don't even know who your master is, but you shout so casually?"

While talking, Tang Sanzang also quietly looked at the legendary "Sage of Monkey King".

A messy hair was like a weed. I didn't know how much dirty things it had been stained for hundreds of years, and even the original color of these hairs was not clearly visible. In addition, a few leaves fell on the top of his head, and it looked like a lonely wild monkey.

Who could guess that the messy monkey head in front of me was the Monkey King who once relied on an iron rod to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, causing countless immortals and gods to be helpless?

As Tang Sanzang's eyes gradually became gentle, the monkey's originally impatient thoughts gradually calmed down. He even suddenly realized that "the person in front of him must be the master he was waiting for!"

It was not until this time that the calm monkey raised his head with difficulty and looked at Tang Sanzang's appearance carefully.

Her eyebrows were heroic and slightly soft, but as she looked at her eyes, she could feel that it contained deep love for all living beings. She was wearing a white monk's robe. Even if she was standing in place without auspicious light or Buddha's light, the monkey felt inexplicably that the person in front of her was a Buddha.

Buddha?!

As soon as I thought of this, the monkey's mood that had just calmed down suddenly surged, with unwillingness, anger, and hatred. This strong and complex mood swing even made the monkey's face distorted, making it look extremely hideous and terrifying!

"Amitabha……"

A faint sound came into the monkey's ears, but it made the monkey's ferocious facial features froze instantly and he was completely stunned.

"Not good!"

This thought instantly swept the monkey's heart and even made him panic.

What should be put aside hatred, what should be hated, what should be angry...

For five hundred years, for monkeys who are free of nature, they have been pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years. They are alone and unable to move for five hundred years. There is nothing more important than freedom.

If you miss the master in front of you, the monkey doesn't know if he has the chance to escape from the trouble and taste the peaches in Huaguo Mountain again.

Just when the monkey was frightened, he raised his head and wanted to explain to Tang Sanzang, explaining that the fierceness and ferociousness he had just made was not targeting him, but for another reason, and that he had already changed his past and was devoted to goodness.

To the monkey's surprise, it was just a mortal monk. His eyes were neither frightened, nor rejected, nor disgusted. Instead, it was still a slight gentleness and a little understanding.

The monkey was stunned. For five hundred years, the belly filled with iron balls and copper juice was filled with inexplicably felt a trace of warmth.

At this moment, the monkey seemed to have spanned hundreds of years in a hazy way, and returned to the three-star cave of the slanting moon. When the Patriarch Subhuti blamed himself for being naughty and teased his fellow disciples, he also had this look.

"Master..." Subconsciously, the monkey murmured inadvertently.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, but this time he responded gently.

"Hey!"

Immediately, Tang Sanzang, who had always paid attention to his image, didn't mind the dirty ground. He sat straight next to the monkey, and his white and slender hands carefully helped the monkey remove the dead leaves and weeds on the top of his head, and sorted out his hair that had not been sorted for hundreds of years.

"Master, what are you doing?"

However, the monkey said this with a hint of crying.

Tang Sanzang pursed his lips slightly, but his movements in his hands did not stop at all. He tried hard to help the monkey straighten his hair a little, and then said with a sigh.

"Monkey, these years have been a bit hard, right?"

"It's so bitter!" After Tang Sanzang asked, the monkey's loneliness for the past five hundred years really washed away his psychological defense like a flood, and said subconsciously.

"Master, please let me go out. I am willing to worship you as my teacher and protect you from going to the West to obtain scriptures."

"You..." Tang Sanzang stroked the monkey's head and asked softly. "I'm willing?"

Relaxed?

Tang Sanzang asked this lightly, but he easily defeated the monkey's psychological defense and hit the deepest part of his heart.

How could it be willing?

How could it be willing?

How could it be willing?

But...what can I do if I'm not willing to give up?

What if a monkey pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain is unwilling to give up?

What if a monkey who can't even lift up a mere Five Finger Mountain is unwilling to accept it?

A violent struggle appeared on the monkey's face, and finally he turned into powerlessness and said calmly. "I am willing to do it, for freedom, my grandson is willing to do it."

"free?"

Tang Sanzang repeated this word, looking at the sky that seemed to be at the end, but he understood that at the end of the sky, there was a heavenly court, and said.

"Monkey, after coming out of Wuzhishan, will your heart really be free?"

The monkey's expression became completely stiff at this moment, and all the expressions on his face were frustration and powerlessness.

"The body gains freedom from the Five Fingers Mountain, but your heart is completely bound to layers of shackles. Is this freedom what you want?"

Tang Sanzang's plain voice hit the depths of the monkey's soul.
Chapter completed!