At the foot of Spirit Mountain.
A huge rat squeaked and chattered. Somehow, his mind had fallen into confusion, and then he slipped into Tathagata's palace and climbed straight onto the desk.
"Heh!"
At the sight, Tathagata pressed his palms together and recited, "Amitabha."
Buddha Tathagata said nothing more. He simply watched the great rat gulp down a mouthful of lamp oil from the desk. Then, as though something had frightened him, the rat bolted out of the palace like mad.
"Let me grant you a little good fortune."
Whoosh!
With that, Buddha Tathagata pointed his right index finger, and a ray of Buddhist light blasted into the great rat's body. At the foot of Spirit Mountain, the enormous rat began transforming, finally taking the form of a Yellow-Furred Marten.
The Yellow-Furred Marten looked utterly bewildered. Then, stunned, he said, "I'm... the Yellow Wind Monster?"
Looking at the steel fork in his hand, he froze.
After a little while, the Yellow Wind Monster finally blurted out, "I just fucking stayed up late surfing the internet. How the fuck did that get me transmigrated?"
"And even if I had to transmigrate, couldn't I have become anyone else? Why did it have to be the Yellow Wind Monster? Ugh!"
The thought left the Yellow Wind Monster deeply unsettled.
He had now absorbed all the original owner's memories and knew he had just consumed Buddha Tathagata's lamp oil. Under normal circumstances, he should head to Yellow Phoenix Ridge, become a monster, and create a minor tribulation for the scripture-seeking party on their Journey to the West.
The problem was that, as a transmigrator, he really did not want to fight Sun Wukong.
After all, under normal circumstances, Sun Wukong would certainly seek out Lingji Bodhisattva in the end, and he definitely was no