Chapter 47: Finally Seeing the End of the Western Journey

  Sun Wukong's primordial spirit followed the man in white and the man in black, stumbling along like a walking corpse.

  Through Sun Wukong's slightly transparent primordial spirit, a talisman record can be seen inside his body, constantly emitting golden light to suppress the Golden Origin within Sun Wukong's primordial spirit.

  At this moment, under the 18th layer of hell in the underworld, above the vast and mysterious Blood Sea. A mysterious withered old monk was rolling his eyes with wrinkles, turning prayer beads and reciting scriptures silently, a stream of orange Buddhist light emerged from the old monk's mouth, disappearing into a mirror in front of him.

  Suddenly, a fierce turbulence erupted in the bloody sea below him, and an extremely terrifying divine consciousness burst forth, tearing through space with unmatched pressure that struck the old monk.

  It was both unexpected and powerless, the mysterious old monk's body stiffened, the rosary in his hand 'cracked' and fell to the ground.

  At this moment, the original source of gold in Sun Wukong's body broke through the mysterious symbol that had been suppressing it all along, and Sun Wukong, who was dazed, also became more awake. After waking up, Sun Wukong vaguely raised his head to look around, under the dark gray sky, a lone black city stood out, emitting an ancient silence and oppressive atmosphere.

  Sun Wukong was shocked by this aura, and all his intoxication disappeared without a trace. He composed himself and took another look, on the top of the city gate there was still a sign that read "Netherworld Border" in three large characters.

  The black-clad man in front of Sun Wukong pulled with all his might, but felt unable to move him. He turned around and was immediately frightened, his legs going weak, his pale face covered in sweat.

  "What kind of place is this?" Sun Wukong opened his mouth with a expressionless face, his eyes fixed on the large city in front of him, without even glancing at the black-clothed man and white-clothed man.

  The two of them simultaneously knelt down on the ground, constantly knocking their heads, but didn't say a word.

  After a few breaths, without hearing the two respond, Sun Wukong's impatient face turned red with rage, his large hand grasped the Golden Cudgel and struck out, sending the two flying into nothingness.

  At this moment, the old monk on the sea of blood relaxed his body and regained his freedom. The old monk was not seen to be flustered at all, with both hands clasped together, he chanted a Buddhist mantra saying: "The little Shaolin novice has met the master of the Sea of Blood."

  After a breath, no one appeared, but a faint voice floated over: "This seat's Yin Ming Blood Sea is not something that a small Di Zang like you can plot against, scram." The faint voice was like that of a high-ranking Taoist immortal, but the killing intent churning within his words was even more bloody than this ancient existence of the Blood Sea.

  The old monk fell silent, his drooping eyelids not opening. But the withered branch-like hands in his cassock trembled unnaturally.

  After a long while, when he was certain that the divine consciousness had left, the old monk slowly spoke: "Minghe, do you think you have gone against the will of the two religious masters? But in fact, all your actions are within the plans of the two religious masters."

  He had just finished speaking when the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with an expression of unbelievable shock. His face changed color and he quickly stood up, hastily rushing towards Ling Shan.

  A few breaths ago.

  Sun Wukong stood in front of the gate of the underworld, his hands tightly grasping the golden hoop rod, his eyes fixed on the great city, his face somewhat hesitant. He looked like he was trying to restrain something with all his might.

  After a few breaths, Sun Wukong let out a long sigh, swung his staff and jumped up, charging towards the city gate.

  …………

  The next day, Lei Hao slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

  "What the, how much did you drink yesterday?" Lei Hao covered his head, wincing in pain.

  A swift circulation of spiritual power coursed through his body, forcing all the remaining alcohol in his system to his palm, and a puff of mist carrying strong fumes dispersed into the air.

  Having done all this, Lei Hao stood up refreshed and walked towards the main hall of Shui Bing Dong.

  "Have seen the Second Great King." Along the way, the small goblins standing guard all held weapons and knelt on one knee to pay their respects to Lei Hao.

  Lei Hao waved his hand lightly, and the gentle magic lifted up these little monsters. He nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself: "Now Flower Fruit Mountain finally has a demonic country's appearance."

  He strode into the great hall, only to find Sun Wukong leaning against the throne, drinking wine with a mixture of enthusiasm and listlessness.

  "What's this sour wine for so early in the morning?" Lei Hao asked while peeling a fresh peach on the table.

  Sun Wukong's expression was somewhat hesitant, and he didn't speak.

  Lei Hao didn't urge him either, carefully peeling the fresh peach in his hand as he watched Sun Wukong's appearance.

  Half a moment later, Sun Wukong hesitantly spoke up: "Yesterday, after getting drunk, I fell asleep in the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits. I don't know how, but my primordial spirit was taken away by two little demons..."

  Lei Hao's action of peeling the peach paused, his hand slightly stiffened, and after a breath, he continued to peel it, his expression unchanged. However, in his heart, he let out a long sigh: "Ah! It's finally come..." He had known that Journey to the West was fishy before, but it wasn't until he broke through to the Earth Immortal realm that it became even clearer. Everything about Sun Wukong's rebellion against Heaven had an air of mystery to it, just like how a dignified Golden Immortal like Sun Wukong could have his primordial spirit hooked away by two little ghosts - this was a joke so cold it couldn't get any colder, just like how an ant biting a sleeping lion to death was simply ridiculous.

  Before Lei Hao could speak, Sun Wukong continued: "When I was sober, I had already killed those two blind and weak little ghosts at the gate of the underworld, and then I wanted to kill my way into the land of death. However, I always felt that something was wrong, so after smashing the gate with my staff, I retreated back."

  Lei Hao casually tossed the peach pit in his hand, staring at Sun Wukong for a while before finally speaking: "Not bad, you've finally come to your senses, you know this isn't right."

  Sun Wukong looked at Lei Hao with some confusion and said: "I know something is wrong, but I don't know what's wrong. I've thought about it for a long time, but still can't figure it out."

  "Isn't that wrong? A Golden Immortal like you, who can't even defeat me, had his primordial spirit hooked away by just two little ghosts. You still ask if it's not wrong?" Lei Hao said with a tone of hating iron for not becoming steel.

  Sun Wukong's expression stiffened for a breath, and after that breath, Sun Wukong's face became increasingly unsightly.

  Lei Hao just looked at Sun Wukong's ferocious appearance, revealing two long fangs, his blood-red eyes bursting out with golden light from time to time, the veins on his hands trembling non-stop, and his body's aura rising and falling.

  "Who is plotting against Old Sun?" After a moment, Sun Wukong raised his head and looked at Lei Hao, squeezing out the words from between his teeth.

  Lei Hao remained silent, and after a few breaths, he pointed to the sky with his finger, then pointed westward, still not speaking.

  At this time, a steady footsteps sounded, and it was the Bull Demon King who walked in with big strides.

  "What are the two brothers talking about? How come I, Lao Niu, can hear Monkey King say that he was plotted against by someone from afar?" The rough voice shook the interior of the great hall with a buzzing sound.

  "Ha! No big deal," said Sun Wukong with a hearty laugh, "the old cow has a kind heart."

  The Ox King said in a loud and clear voice: "We are all demons of the same kind, we should be close to each other. If there's anything difficult to handle, I hope you two brothers won't despise me, old cow. Old cow is not good at anything else, but still has some strength."

  Lei Hao and Sun Wukong nodded in agreement.

  On that day, the three demons drank and feasted again. Lei Hao and Sun Wukong sent Niu Mo Wang away on a cloud, swaying back and forth.

  …………

  Xitianling Mountain Scenic Area, Dalin Temple

  A somewhat stooping figure appeared in front of the gate of Daluo Temple, but it was that mysterious old monk. In a flash of golden light, the old monk transformed into a young and handsome monk wearing a Vairocana crown, draped in a kasaya robe, with his entire body shining with golden light, striding into the temple gate.

  Two young monks standing guard in front of Dairen Temple saw the visitor and, with hands clasped together and bowing at the waist, said: "Greetings to the Great Vow Earth Store Bodhisattva."

  After King Ksitigarbha finished paying his respects with eleven bows, he didn't even have time to speak and hastily went inside.

  At the gate, two little monks looked at each other in dismay, both guessing what kind of urgent matter would make the normally easy-going Earth Store Bodhisattva so flustered.

  Inside the magnificent Da Xiong Bao Dian, where fragrant incense floated in the air, the Tathagata Buddha was expounding the scriptures. As soon as he opened his mouth, flowers rained from the sky and golden lotus flowers burst forth from the ground. Golden swastikas filled the air, dancing and fluttering about.

  "I have committed evil with my body, spoken evil with my mouth, and thought evil in my mind. I did not know that after doing these things, I would not be able to undo them. The Bodhisattva path is always practiced with an equal heart for ten million kalpas. I have been practicing the Bodhisattva path since ten million kalpas ago. My body has committed evil, my mouth has spoken evil, and my mind has thought evil. I did not know that after doing these things, I would not be able to undo them.

  In my past life, I did not practice the Bodhisattva path. Now, I am practicing the Bodhisattva path in order to abandon evil..."

  The eight Bodhisattvas under the Buddha's seat, the four Vajras, the five hundred Arhats, the three thousand Bhikkhus, the eleven great Yakshas and the eighteen guardians of the temple were all listening with a look of intoxication, their eyes closed in an expression of profound delight.

  Suddenly, the Tathagata Buddha, who was expounding the scriptures, slightly furrowed his brow, stopped lecturing, and gazed out beyond the treasure hall.

  As the Tathagata Buddha paused, many Buddhist great powers immediately woke up from the state of understanding the essence of Buddhism. Guanyin Bodhisattva of the Southern Sea was about to ask questions when she heard footsteps outside the hall.

  Inside the Dahrayoni Temple, all the powerful Buddhist monks would walk on foot to show respect to the Buddha, never flying or using clouds as transportation. Therefore, Guanyin Bodhisattva from Mount Nanhua immediately realized why the Buddha had stopped lecturing.

  The Earth Store King Bodhisattva walked in hastily and bowed down saying: "Disciple Earth Store pays respects to the World Honored One."

  The Tathagata Buddha lightly raised his hand and said: "Bodhisattva King Ksitigarbha, there is no need for more courtesy. I saw that you looked flustered just now, what's the matter?"

  King Ksitigarbha bowed again and stood up, saying: "It's an urgent matter. Today, my disciple followed the arrangement of the World-Honored One and led the original spirit of the gibbon down to the underworld, using my talisman to control it. However, the Blood River also came as calculated by the two Masters, obstructing us and causing the gibbon to escape from my control. Unexpectedly, the gibbon did not follow the World-Honored One's plan, but instead broke into the tenth hall, tore up the book of life and death, destroyed a large gate, and then left directly. As a result, my control over the six paths of reincarnation has encountered a variable."

  The Tathagata Buddha's complexion changed slightly after hearing this, and it was clear that the news had a great impact on him.

  Then the Buddha snapped his fingers and calculated, but the more he calculated, the tighter his brow became.

  Sun Wukong has absolutely disrupted the Buddhist script this time, and the Buddhist script is set by many saints, which is both the heavenly number and the heavenly way! Since the script is chaotic, the heavenly way should have some changes, but no matter how the Buddha ancestors deduce, they find that the heavenly way remains calm, with a strange aura emanating from the calmness, as if the Buddha ancestors had never seen this deduction that has been repeated countless times.

  After a long time, the Tathagata Buddha relaxed his eyebrows and sighed softly, saying: "Since that's the case, you can take it by force. The heavens have decreed that my Buddhist teachings will flourish greatly, so bearing some karma won't be a problem." That Netherworld Department was transformed from the ancient ancestral witch, with great merits and auspicious fate bestowed upon it since the ancient Honghuang era, and also contained the last legacy of the witch tribe, making it a hot potato.

  However, the Six Paths of Reincarnation is an important part of Buddhism's prosperity, so the two Buddhist saints would calculate Sun Wukong, the protagonist of the fate, to use his hands to disrupt the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and take this opportunity to enter the underworld, control the reincarnation.

  However, this time Buddhism, which has always borrowed the prosperous energy of good fortune, did not go as expected. Sun Wukong did not sell the Book of Life and Death as they calculated, disrupting the six paths of reincarnation, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of it.

  All of this was because of Lei Hao at that time.

  Lei Hao, this small butterfly, has finally begun to flap its small wings and stir up a big storm.