Yuan Hong Beats Mahasthamaprapta Senseless

Jingwei coughed and said, "Cough, cough, Holy Envoy, just because he's Zhunti's disciple, you're going to mess with him? Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

Yun Ting frowned. "Inappropriate? I think it's quite appropriate... Hmm, after all, I don't feel the slightest psychological burden about screwing over Zhunti's disciple. Or would you rather have Mahasthamaprapta beat up your Yuan Hong? Could you bear that?"

Jingwei spread her hands and nodded. "Mm, you're right. Knowing Yuan Hong was at Flower-Fruit Mountain and still taking the job was his mistake to begin with. He deserves to be beaten."

Yun Ting nodded solemnly. "Mm, now that's more like it." Then he sent a voice transmission to Yuan Hong, telling him to hit Mahasthamaprapta hard.

Elsewhere, above Flower-Fruit Mountain, Buddhist light shone everywhere as Brahma sounds rang out in waves. Mahasthamaprapta descended with a solemn expression and a dignified, treasured appearance, standing atop a lotus platform and holding a Pure Glazed Vajra Pestle.

Yuan Hong curled his lip and said to the little monkeys, "See that? These bald donkeys love putting on airs. Our monkey clan should remember this—we can't learn from them. None of them are any good..."

"Amitabha. Monkey King below, this humble monk is Mahasthamaprapta. By the decree of my Buddha Rulai, I have come specifically to persuade you. Since the Monkey King has already attained spiritual awareness, you should know that Heaven's mandate follows its order. Being king of Flower-Fruit Mountain is nothing but an empty title. Why not cast aside your obsession, find a place for quiet cultivation, and seek the true fruition?" Mahasthamaprapta's voice was gentle, carrying a power that beguiled the heart.

Yuan Hong dug at his ear, looking thoroughly impatient. He slammed the Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar onto the ground, making the mountains and rocks tremble wildly,