Before a group like this, monsters could hardly serve their original purpose of "creating hardship." More often, they became tools for the group to practice on, vent their frustrations on, and casually tear apart along the way.
Guanyin added, "Besides, demons ultimately carry baleful traces. If we use them too often, Mount Ling and the Heavenly Court will leave clearer marks as well. Though Tang Monk still reveres the Buddha in his heart, he is not completely unaware. If even the master begins to harbor deeper suspicions, it truly will be difficult to contain."
Tathagata asked, "What do you suggest?"
Guanyin lowered her gaze slightly, as if she had considered this for a long time.
"Since demons will not work, then replace them with people."
"People?"
"Mortals."
The incense smoke in the hall swayed faintly.
Tathagata looked at her without speaking at once.
Guanyin slowly said, "Chu Yang and Sun Wukong are wary of demons, and they are wary of schemes. But when it comes to mortals, they will ultimately lower their guard somewhat. Tang Monk in particular has always cared deeply about the suffering of the human world. If he sees mortals who are pitiful, devout, and helpless, he will surely be willing to enter the trap. No matter how impatient Chu Yang may be, he would not strike heavily against ordinary people without cause."
"Go on."
"Further west, after passing three prefectures and two counties, there is a mountain road called Qingdu Ridge. The official road beneath the ridge is narrow and long, and most travelers going east or west stop there to rest. At the western entrance of the mountain road stands an old Taoist temple called Xuanyun Temple. It was built in the previous dynasty, and its incense offerings have waxed and waned for years. Though