Time passed, and the winds and clouds changed.
Deep within the abyss, one vengeful spirit after another bathed in Buddha Light and chanting. Their vicious, violent auras vanished completely, turning into specks of golden light that sank into the earth and headed for the Netherworld Underworld to be reincarnated.
After a long while.
Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, flew straight out of the barrier formed by the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, and landed in front of Sun Wukong and Huanglong.
"Disciples, did you steal the treasury of Guanyin Monastery?"
Tang Sanzang spoke slowly, lightly rubbing his right hand against his left.
Sun Wukong nodded, then pushed a gourd in front of Tang Sanzang. It was filled with countless treasures of gold and silver, along with numerous golden Buddha statues and jade Guanyin statues.
"Just as I expected of my disciple. Well done."
Tang Sanzang patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder, speaking with great satisfaction.
As for what to do with these treasures, an idea came to him, and he couldn't help glancing at Ling Xuzi, who was performing Confucian Dao divine arts.
The Primordial World was vast beyond measure. Even the territory of Great Tang occupied only the Eastern Continent. In the Northern Netherland, the southern continent, and among countless mountain ranges and forests, there were still many small tribes and remote kingdoms.
For thousands of years, the people of those tribes and remote kingdoms had remained ignorant of civilization, gradually falling out of step with Chinese culture. If they were taught Confucianism and practiced Confucian Dao divine arts, that would surely be a great act of merit.
Rather than hand the treasures over to the Western Teachings, they might as well put them to use benefiting the Heaven and Earth Beings.
"Master, here are two golden pills refined