Underworld Buddhism Brainwashes Wukong

"You go running to Buddha Tathagata right now and tell him, 'Buddha Ancestor, this is bad! Golden Cicada Reincarnation has turned into a violent maniac! He can kill a tiger with one punch, and he loves drinking blood and skinning creatures'... Tell me, after Spirit Mountain was torn apart, his reserves were emptied, Merit suffered massive losses, and he still had to force a smile while restarting Journey to the West—how do you think Buddha Tathagata would feel upon hearing that?"

Lin Zhu spread his hands.

"He's already physically and mentally exhausted. If you provoke him like this and he gets so enraged that his Golden Body becomes unstable, his Dao heart collapses, and he passes out on the spot, then what? When that happens, who's going to hand out the... no, I mean, the salaries of everyone in Western Heaven? You, Great Master Guanyin? Can you afford it?"

That string of questions was like a bucket of cold water over Guanyin's head, instantly calming her down.

She thought of Spirit Mountain's current miserable state, Amitabha's dark and weary expression, and the profound helplessness hidden beneath Buddha Tathagata's forced calm... Yes. What Buddha Ancestor needed most right now was stability, good news that Journey to the West was proceeding smoothly—not an "abnormal" report capable of overturning everything he knew and driving him further into despair!

If she reported this now, not only might they fail to find an effective solution, but they might also make the already fragile situation even worse. They might truly anger Buddha Ancestor into some grave condition... She could not bear those consequences.

At that thought, Guanyin deflated like a punctured balloon. She could only forcibly suppress the fury and worry filling her heart, turning them into a helpless, heavy sigh.

She began consoling herself.

*Perhaps...