Money Could Make Ghosts Push Millstones... and Make Buddhas Chant Sutras Too!
The so-called true scriptures that the Pilgrimage Team had taken away after enduring eighty-one trials had now become a solid barrier blocking everyone's charge into the Grand Hall of Heroes. The situation was utterly baffling. Whether they were NPCs or players who had watched the TV series, all of them were visibly confused, with no idea how to break through this strange formation.
Slashing with blades and chopping with axes had almost no effect. Even the Samadhi True Fire spat out after patting the little bull's head could not harm a single page.
At that moment, a player who had watched the TV series suggested simply splashing it with water.
As the final trial of the eighty-one hardships, these scriptures had once been soaked in water. Perhaps that could break the barrier?
The result was still no.
These scriptures could not be damaged by blades or swords, nor could fire or water affect them. They were truly incomparably sturdy.
Everyone, especially the monks from Journey to the West: The Great Sage's Fury, could vaguely sense that their ultimate objective was indeed inside the Grand Hall of Heroes below. Yet they were being blocked by the scriptures. There was a certain dark humor to it.
"Mokagaye! Ananda! Do not continue aiding evil!"
Through the occasional gaps exposed when the scripture formation freely rearranged itself like a matrix to defend from every angle, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva clearly saw the two monks inside, their faces exactly as remembered, and suddenly shouted sharply.
...Huh? I feel like I've heard those two names somewhere before?
Cheng Tian, who had not joined the attack on the scriptures and had instead been thinking of a way to break the deadlock, stirred. He immediately began precisely searching