abnabooks Chapter 14 Guanyin issues a cold-blooded death order: Tang Sanzang, don't feel sorry for him, t
Chapter 14 Guanyin issues a cold-blooded death order: Tang Sanzang, don't feel sorry for him, t
Sun Wukong looked at Di Ting.
His expression underwent a very complex process of change.
First came anticipation. Then confusion. Then blankness. Then a distorted expression that's hard to describe. That kind of expression probably only appears when someone spends three hours explaining a problem to customer service, and the customer service representative says, "I understand," and then gives a completely unrelated solution.
"You summoned a mythical beast called 'Di Ting' for me?"
"Not bad." Guanyin's tone carried a sense of relief, as if she had been "so worried about you." "With Di Ting on the scene, no matter whose incarnation that person is or what disguise they are using, they can see through it at a glance. When the truth comes out, they will either reveal their true form and surrender, or they will realize they can't hide it anymore and retreat on their own."
She looked at Sun Wukong with an expression that said, "Look how considerate I am."
"Is the problem solved?"
Sun Wukong stared at Di Ting.
Di Ting stared at him, its tail wagging slightly.
Sun Wukong took a deep breath.
"Buddha."
"Um?"
"What I, Old Sun, am saying is that we can't beat them."
"I know."
"Not being able to beat him means you can't defeat him. It doesn't mean you don't know who he is."
"I know. That's why I asked Di Ting to help you see who he really is, so you don't have to worry about it."
"I have no reservations!!!"
Sun Wukong jumped up from the stone bed.
Monkey wine was spilled all over the ground.
The little monkeys were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands.
Di Ting was also startled and shrank behind Guanyin.
"I've said it a million times!"
Sun Wukong spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice so loud that the waterfall in the Water Curtain Cave shook.
"It's not a concern! It's not about background! It's not about identity! It's not about knowing or not knowing who he is!"
"We can't beat them!"
"I can't beat him even at full strength!"
"Even if all three of them attacked together, they couldn't beat him!"
"There's no way to avoid it!"
"What's the use of summoning Di Ting? Even if Di Ting tells me he's just an ordinary mortal, does that mean I can defeat him? Does knowing who he is give me an extra hand?"
"Are you Buddhist monks all deaf?!"
Sun Wukong's roar echoed in the Water Curtain Cave, lingering for a long time.
Guanyin sat on the rock, motionless.
She looked at Sun Wukong, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was a cold calm.
She clasped her hands together.
"Wukong".
The sound wasn't loud, but the Water Curtain Cave fell silent instantly.
Even the sound of the waterfall seemed to have diminished.
"I'm asking you one last time."
Guanyin looked into Sun Wukong's eyes, her gaze like two ice blades.
Are you going or not?
Yin's patience ran out.
Even a clay figure has a bit of fire in it, let alone someone who is Guanyin Bodhisattva.
She personally came to Flower Fruit Mountain, personally invited the Monkey King's listening ear, and personally gave him a way out. She had already lowered her stance to the lowest level that a Bodhisattva could adopt.
The results of it?
The monkey is still roaring.
In this situation, Guanyin can only draw one conclusion.
This monkey is just asking for an exorbitant price.
All those previous claims about "not being able to beat them" and "not having a background problem" were just rhetoric to pressure the Buddhist community to increase their demands. He hasn't received the benefits he wants yet, so he's still causing trouble.
Ok.
"Wukong".
Guanyin stood up, her white robes fluttering in the wind.
"If you won't listen to my kind advice, then don't blame this humble monk for being impolite."
When Sun Wukong saw her expression, his mind went blank.
Oops.
He knew that expression all too well.
"Bodhisattva, how dare you..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Gate Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha."
Tightening curse.
A standard opening. Not a single word was omitted.
The golden headband on Sun Wukong's head instantly became hot.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
He clutched his head and fell to the ground, the ground of the entire Water Curtain Cave resounding with his impact.
He knocked over all the jars of monkey wine, and the wine mixed with saliva spilled all over the floor.
The little monkeys were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands. Even Di Ting hid behind Guanyin, peeking out with his big eyes in terror.
"Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva, please stop chanting!!"
Are you going or not?
Guanyin's tone was so calm, as if she were asking what to eat today.
"I... Aaaaaah!! My head's going to explode!!"
"Are you going or not?"
"Go! Go! Go away!! I, Old Sun, am going!!"
Guanyin stopped.
The Water Curtain Cave fell silent instantly.
Sun Wukong collapsed to the ground, his fur soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his body in clumps. The golden headband on his head was still slightly hot and throbbing with pain.
His eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving violently.
Tired.
It's not physical exhaustion, it's mental exhaustion.
He couldn't beat that evenly matched opponent, and after telling people for half a year, nobody believed him. He finally managed to escape back to peace and quiet for two days, but the curse pulled him back down again.
He suddenly realized something.
This is the fate of working people.
You have to do it whether you want to or not.
If the boss tells you to work overtime, you have to work overtime, even if the work isn't your responsibility in the first place.
"Let's go." Guanyin's tone returned to calm, as if she hadn't been the one reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra just now. "On the journey to the West, Tang Sanzang is still waiting for you."
Sun Wukong got up from the ground.
He shook off the alcohol, but didn't say anything.
Following behind Guanyin, a golden light and an auspicious cloud flew one after the other towards the place where they were to obtain the goods.
Speechless all the way.
The Water Curtain Cave was left in a mess. The little monkeys peeked out from the corner, looking in the direction their king had left, and one after another they began to cry.
The king has left again.
Acquire business location.
As soon as Sun Wukong landed, the first thing he saw was Zhu Bajie.
He froze for a moment.
Pigsy is back too.
And it was so horrible it was unbearable to look at.
His face was bruised and swollen. One of his pig ears was longer than the other, and the longer one was crooked. His robe was torn in several places, and there were several red marks on his face.
It wasn't because it was attacked by a monster.
He was dragged back by the ear.
Pigsy squatted in the corner of the camp, hugging his nine-toothed rake, his head drooping, his eyes filled with only two words.
despair.
"Second Senior Brother?" Sha Wujing slowly walked over.
"Don't ask," Pigsy's voice was hoarse like a broken gong. "It's no use asking."
"..."
"Guanyin Bodhisattva's disciples were waiting for me at the entrance of Gao Village." Pigsy gave a bitter laugh. "It took me half a month to get back to Gao Village, and I didn't even get to see Cuilan."
"They didn't even get through the door."
"Right at the door, they grabbed my ear and dragged me back. My ear was dragged for hundreds of miles, almost torn off."
He wiped something from his face that he couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.
"Old Pig will probably never see Cuilan again in his life."
Looking at Zhu Bajie's miserable appearance, Sun Wukong suddenly felt much better.
He was truly miserable being subjected to the Tightening Spell.
But at least he wasn't dragged here by the ear from Flower Fruit Mountain.
At least he flew back with Guanyin with dignity, instead of being dragged back like a pig.
Well, he was a pig.
Even worse.
Guanyin stopped at the front and looked around the pilgrimage team.
Tang Sanzang was the first to come forward, and he put his hands together in a gesture of respect.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva."
Guanyin nodded, her gaze lingering on Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie for a moment before turning to Tang Sanzang.
"Tang Sanzang".
"Please speak, Bodhisattva."
"This humble monk has something to tell you."
Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said, "This disciple listens respectfully."
Guanyin paused slightly.
"Don't feel sorry for your apprentice."
Tang Sanzang was taken aback.
"What the Bodhisattva said..."
Guanyin's gaze swept indifferently over Sun Wukong.
"The golden headband must still be recited."