Lin Zhu's Righteousness Crushes Yaoshi Buddha

Strength... isn't everything! Sun Wukong roared inwardly, unprecedented light blazing in his eyes. Old Lin... he found another way! A way to make those bald donkeys of Western Heaven suffer, stew in frustration, even bow their heads! He is the answer! He is this Old Sun's hope!

From beginning to end, Lin Zhu had never offered him any impassioned words of encouragement, nor had he explicitly promised anything. Yet there he stood, in his uniquely lazy yet unyielding way, forcibly tearing open a gap in the net woven by Western Heaven and revealing an entirely different possibility.

His very existence was like a flame lit in the darkness, instantly igniting the fighting spirit and fire of hope in Sun Wukong's heart, which had nearly been frozen over by despair! Sun Wukong etched Lin Zhu's current image deeply into his heart, seeing him as... a role model for the road ahead!

At that moment, Lin Zhu, the very "role model" Sun Wukong admired, was calmly hiding behind Tathagata's constantly collapsing Buddha projection.

As though the scene was not exciting enough, he actually tilted his head slightly and addressed Guanyin Bodhisattva beside him, who was equally dumbfounded and at a loss over the sudden turn of events, in a matter-of-fact tone that even carried a hint of "weakness."

"Great Master Guanyin, what are you standing around for? Can't you see that blasted Glazed Illusionary Light nearly beat me to death? My waist aches, my back hurts, and my mind is exhausted! Hurry over and massage my shoulders, pound my back, and soothe my frightened soul."

"You...!"

Guanyin was so angered by the shameless demand that she nearly fainted. Her delicate body trembled wildly as she pointed at Lin Zhu, her lips quivering, yet she could not utter a complete sentence.

She looked