The eighth day when Sun Fan went to Heaven.

The three realms are peaceful.

The immortals and Buddhas have not moved, and the demons are dormant.

It seems that he is not prepared for the coming great disaster of heaven and earth.

Sun Fan came back from the Tushita Palace and sat in the bedroom prepared by the Emperor of Heaven for him.

He was playing with a small alchemy furnace in his hand, thinking about something.

"The Taishang Laojun, who has been in Tushita Palace for many years, is actually just a clone that takes a picture... interesting, really interesting."

Others can't see the true face of Taishang Laojun, but Sun Fan, who is very proficient in his clone, can see the clues at a glance.

I believe that the Emperor of Heaven in the Heavenly Court has already observed it.

This is intriguing.

This also explains why the Supreme One, one of the Three Pure Daozhe, would be an old alchemy in the Heavenly Court to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's character.

What he represents is probably the ancient gods who have collectively broken through the realm.

The alchemy furnace in Sun Fan's hand was obtained from the Tushita Palace.

No waste of effort.

It was when the Emperor Taishang Laojun saw him coming and took the initiative to send him off.

And there were also thirty-five pieces of strange stones inside.

It is exactly the same as the thirty-seven pieces of the Great Saint's clone in his body.

At this time, seventy-two pieces gathered in the alchemy furnace, and flames emerged in the void, and light flowed.

"Who are you in the existence of Sun Wukong? What is your connection with the ancient gods?"

"Does the great disaster of heaven and earth really exist..."

The more he understood this world, the more he felt that if it were Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do what he did back then.

Sun Fan's aura became deeper and deeper.

Thinking of the source of black energy in the underworld, the nineteenth level of hell, thinking of the six realms of reincarnation, thinking of the Bodhi Patriarch, the gate of transcendence beyond the chaos...

Suddenly.

A figure separated from him.

Sun Fan's breath converged and disappeared from the bedroom.

Only a exactly the same "Sun Fan" was left on the spot, sitting in the cushion.

He is going to go alone.

A person who is extremely weak in the present time and space, but can see the future.

Maitreya Buddha.

——

Beijuluzhou.

Among the three realms, the poor mountains and rivers are all gathered here, the four evils and four sins, and the ancient remains.

The endless miasma and evil spirits are like air here. The creatures that can survive here are all extremely vicious people.

Even the power of immortals and Buddhas is unwilling to retain here.

However.

The extreme north of Beijuluzhou is connected to the extreme north of the Dead Sea, but there is a valley where birds sing and flowers are fragrant, just like the Flower and Fruit Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

This place is very hidden.

A bizarre light shrouded the valley, and birds could not enter, and the beasts could automatically stay away.

The ground in the valley was as dark as the underworld, and bright red flowers bloomed.

The other side of the river.

The strange flowers that have already disappeared in the underworld are everywhere here.

A stream of light fell from the sky.

Silently walk into this mysterious valley.

‘Shit~~’

The sea of ​​flowers swayed, like sunflowers facing the sun, blooming buds towards Sun Fan.

A stream of scarlet colors spit out like light, and instantly wrapped his figure.

Suddenly.

The scenes of boundless purgatory appeared before Sun Fan's eyes.

"Born towards death, you can even transcend the constraints of reincarnation. Haha~~" Sun Fan smiled faintly: "Maitreya Buddha, your understanding of life and death is probably no less than that of the Emperor of Heaven and Tathagata. Even the six realms of reincarnation cannot erase the mark of your existence."

Surrounded by the strange flower fog, he looked unmoved.

There was a quiet surroundings.

The sea of ​​flowers sways in the wind, but no one answers Sun Fan's words.

"If I guess correctly, this valley on the other side is your essence, right? Dead in the cycle of reincarnation and reborn with the sea of ​​flowers on the other side. It is really a method of non-birth and immortality. If..."

Sun Fan whispered: "Will you be angry if I destroy your endless sea of ​​flowers?"

'call--'

A strong wind blew.

The whole sea of ​​charming flowers, the flowers on the other side seemed to have life, staring at his figure fiercely.

A ray of light burst into Sun Fan's eyes.

Suddenly.

I saw a golden Buddha sleeping on his side in the sea of ​​flowers.

Three feet in size, like a baby.

But his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a hint of solemnity.

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore. The monk has already hidden here and practiced Nirvana again. Why should the donor be forced to force each other?" Before the face of the golden Maitreya was moved, a voice came from inside.

At the same time, a trace of sorrow appeared on his eyebrows.

"It's just a small matter. I want to ask the future Buddha Lord for help. I think you will definitely not refuse, right?"

Sun Fan is in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and there are countless past and future scenes of purgatory flashing wildly, as if he is in a time tunnel.

But he seemed to have an immortal golden body, which allowed time to flow, and never wasted a trace of golden light outside his body.

The confrontation between the two began as soon as Sun Fan stepped into the valley on the other side.

"well……"

Maitreya Buddha sighed deeply and said helplessly: "The donor is now the supreme emperor of the Three Realms, the lord of all demons, why bother to make things difficult for me again?"

“I just want to know the ‘answer’.”

Sun Fan said in a deep voice.

"Answer?"

"There are many answers in this world, many..."

"How do you know that what you see must be the kind you want to know? I have seen countless pictures of the future, but the future is always changing... and constantly changing..."

"But five hundred years ago, I was still pressed by a monkey... into the six realms of reincarnation."

"Five hundred years later, another monkey..."

"He has trapped me into the six realms of reincarnation once, but that's not enough..." A trace of bitterness appeared on Maitreya Buddha's golden face, "Now, you have to press my head into the reincarnation again."

"Why do you have to come..."

"Why do you have to do it!"

The Buddha of the three generations of Buddhists showed humiliation and grief at this moment.

"..." Sun Fan.

Speaking of this, what their two generations of Huaguo Mountain Monkey Kings seem to be a bit too much.

"so--"

"Even if I know the future, is it useful? I have seen countless clips of the future, but in the end, it still cannot be changed?"

Maitreya Buddha said bitterly.

"What you said really makes sense."
To be continued...