Vol 2 Chapter 43: : Brilliant treasure tree

"Open up the people of Hongmeng."
Walking on the corridor made of white jade, Zhenyuan Daxian asked Sun Wukong: "Xiandi, what does that mean?"
"I don't know."
Sun Wukong shook his head.
He really doesn't know this.
Emperor Shouma obviously has something to hide.
However, this concealment is not important. As long as the curse of the Shouma people is solved, Sun Wukong can know the reason.
Under the leadership of the historical officials, Sun Wukong and Zhenyuan Daxian walked through the cloisters. After the twists and turns, they saw a loft built by the pool.
The high level of the attic, covered with gold tiles, and other buildings of the palace, built a high and low undulating golden waves.
"Two on the fairy."
The official took the two to the attic: "The front is the Tianlu Pavilion."
"Is there a curse inside?"
Zhenyuan Daxian looked for a while and asked.
"Have."
The historian arched his hand and replied: "The collection of Tianluge records the history and wisdom of the Shouma people."
Sun Wukong said to Zhenyuan Daxian: "I am going in alone."
"it is good."
Zhenyuan Daxian knows that he can't help him any more, and says, "I am outside to stop the idlers for you."
Sun Wukong nodded and strode into Tianlu Pavilion.
Zhenyuan Daxian watched him leave, and then waited with the history officer at the pool.
"Where did the curse come from?"
Zhenyuan Daxian asked casually: "Your body is transparent, but it is not like a curse."
"Strictly speaking, that is not a curse."
The historian replied: "It is a fairy law that allows us to survive the disaster."
At the beginning of the day, the monsters came and loved to eat shadows. The Emperor used the fairy method to take away the shadow of the Shouma people and let them survive.
However, if the disaster is over, they will not be able to solve the fairy law.
"It turned out to be."
Zhenyuan Daxian nodded and looked confused: "Since it is Xianfa, why did it become a curse later?"
He believes that Sun Wukong will not be wrong.
And the reaction of the people in the hall also proved that it was a curse.

In the beginning, we only had a shadow.

The historian replied: "But now, we can't even see the mirror."
He pointed to the lake, and Zhenyuan Daxian looked inside and saw only his figure, but he could not see the official.
Zhenyuan Daxian’s face sank and he understood that because the time was too long, the fairy law had already deteriorated and became a curse.
"The shadow is such a thing that seems useless. After we lose it, we discover it is precious."
The official said: "We have no shadow in the family of Shouma, we can't take pictures, and sometimes we can't even know who we are."
"After a long time, this became the curse of everyone."
Zhenyuan Daxian fell into meditation.
As an outsider, it is difficult for him to understand the thoughts of Shouma.
On the other hand, Sun Wukong was looking for a book in Tianlu Pavilion.
He walked between the shelves of the layers, and the unique smell of the book rushed.
Sun Wukong likes these smells, he likes books, everything books.
In the world of such books, he curiously looked around, his eyes flashing like a child.
Sun Wukong saw many interesting books he had never seen before, and even couldn't help but take them over.
This turn has dragged on for a long time.
After waking up, Sun Wukong patted his head.
"No."
His focus today is not reading.
He pulled out the monkey hair, changed his body, and found a book about the curse in the Tianlu Pavilion.
The book is very thick and unstained.
Sun Wukong reached out and opened the moment, the spell inside the book started.
A huge attraction came from the book, and Sun Wukong frowned slightly.
"Tianshu?"
He thought for a moment, without any resistance, the soul was attracted.
In the misty clouds, he came to a city.
The city is vast and prosperous, and it is full of life and life.
The Qionglin jade temple was built in the mountains, on the water, in the air, and the mortal squatted on the slate in front of the Xianjia Taoist Temple.
For a moment, Sun Wukong thought that he returned to the state of Wanling two hundred years ago.
The world is so beautiful, but in a blink of an eye, the sky is dim and the beasts are falling from the sky.
The Qionglin jade hall fell from the sky, the city was covered with blazing flames, and all the souls died in the flames.
People want to escape, the monsters rise from their shadows, eat them, even the children have not let go.
However, in the darkest hours, someone held a brilliant treasure tree and fled the city with the last crowd.
"If you are too wise, learn to forget, you can survive."
The man gave the treasure tree to the crowd and ate the monster that was chased.
The crowd was running with a treasure tree, and many people died. Even the treasure tree did not guard, but eventually a group of people survived.
They cultivated a new sun, forgot everything, and survived on the edge of the world.
This is the history of Shouma.
Sun Wukong returned to his body.
He bowed again, and the book in his hand had become an ordinary book with ordinary words.
"Learn to forget, you can survive..."
He remembered the sentence that the man said.
After the Suma people migrated here, did they learn to forget?
"It is the same..."
Sun Wukong closed his eyes in pain.
At this moment, he determined again that he hated the beads.
After a long time, he opened his eyes again.
I got the clue of the curse, and this book is useless.
Sun Wukong wanted to put the book together, but he still finished the last few pages.
He suddenly saw it.
On the last page, the blood red word is eye-catching.
"revenge."
"revenge."
That is a revenge of more than a dozen copies of different handwritings.
Sun Wukong seems to see one person after another holding this book.
They stood here and wrote revenge with red eyes.
Those who left the oath are the emperors who have served as Shouma people.
This moment, Sun Wu hollow understands.
It’s easy to forget the word, but is Shouma really forgotten?
In the eyes of the people who left the city, they clearly showed tears and hatred.
Sun Wukong sighed.
He put together the book and walked to the top of the Tianlu Pavilion, sitting cross-legged.
"Starting to evolve."
A glowing rune flew out of his hand, followed by the second and third, and countless rays flew into the sky.
In Weiyang Palace, the Emperor of Shouma looked at the location of Tianlu Pavilion by the window.
"His Majesty."
The queen stepped forward and asked: "It is dark, do you want to go to bed?"
"No need to."
The emperor shook his head: "Let's wait."
At this moment, a light from the distance lit up.
Those lights fly into the sky and gradually become a phantom of a tree.
"That is……"
The emperor clenched the carved window.
"Brave Tree!"
The treasure tree that absorbed the shadow of Shouma, lost hope in the robbery, is forming.
"It really can..."
The emperor's body trembled fiercely.
In this world, someone can create something that has disappeared with just one glance.
That person is really a hope to change everything!
The emperor burned a flame in his eyes.