Resurrection

Everyone stared at Tang Sanzang, buried beneath the ruins, and fell speechless.

He had drunk with Sun Wukong, gotten Sun Wukong drunk, and then gotten himself buried?

Many of the Buddhas in Western Heaven suspected that Tang Yu was the variable.

But now Tang Yu had gotten himself killed, thoroughly clearing himself of suspicion.

After all, even a variable could not play around with his own life.

"Buddha, this..." Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's mouth twitched. "What should we do?"

The scripture pilgrim was dead.

What the hell was there left to retrieve scriptures for?

Tathagata pondered for a moment. "Samantabhadra, go to the Buddhist Sect treasury and select some treasures. Exchange them with the Old Lord for two Nine-Turn Golden Elixirs, then trouble yourself to revive Tang Sanzang."

If they did not revive him soon, his soul would be entering the underworld before long.

Of course, as long as they wished to revive him, they could drag him back even if he had already reincarnated.

This was far too dramatic. The great undertaking of obtaining scriptures had eighty-one trials, yet before anything had even happened, he had gone and gotten himself killed.

"Yes, I obey the Buddha's decree."

Samantabhadra accepted the order and hurried toward the Heavenly Palace.

Guanyin Bodhisattva learned of everything that had happened to Tang Yu immediately.

She even felt a faint bit of delight. It was clear just how badly Tang Yu had angered her.

Still, he deserved to die. The Golden Fillet had been meant to restrain that monkey.

Yet he had stubbornly refused to use it. Wasn't that simply courting death?

Now the monkey had gone berserk and killed him.

Arriving at Guanyin Monastery, Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the rampaging Sun Wukong and recited a Buddhist invocation. "Amitabha. Wukong, stop at once."

Without the Golden Fillet, even she found dealing with this monkey somewhat troublesome.

At that moment, Sun Wukong felt his blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to charge into Western Heaven and fight Tathagata to settle the grudge from five hundred years ago.

The facts proved that one really should not drink too much. When people drank too much, they easily went crazy with drink.

When this monkey drank too much, he wanted to fight Tathagata.

The moment he saw Guanyin, he shouted, "Guanyin, take a blow from Old Sun's staff!" As he spoke, he raised the Golden Cudgel and struck down at her.

Guanyin froze. She had not expected the monkey to dare attack her outright. Her figure repeatedly flashed through the air as she dodged.

"Sun Wukong!" she shouted. The Jade Pure Vase radiated Buddhist light, blocking Sun Wukong.

Guanyin Monastery had still had one or two rooms standing, but now there was nothing left at all.

When the monks of Guanyin Monastery saw the Bodhisattva, they had initially intended to kneel in worship. But that monkey had suddenly gone mad and charged forward to fight the Bodhisattva.

If it had not happened before their very eyes, who would have believed it?

Normally, gods and Buddhas stood high above all others.

Forget fighting them—they did not even dare speak disrespectfully of them.

Yet now, a monkey with the audacity to defy Heaven was actually fighting a Bodhisattva.

This left the monks rather bewildered. Weren't gods and Buddhas omnipotent?

How could they still be unable to subdue a mere monkey?

"Wukong, stop!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva arrived at that moment as well. Only when he and Guanyin Bodhisattva attacked together did they finally suppress Sun Wukong.

Overall, both Sun Wukong and Guanyin were at the realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortals, but Sun Wukong's combat strength was extraordinary.

Neither of them could do anything to the other.

But with Samantabhadra Bodhisattva added to the fight, things were different.

Thus, Sun Wukong hurriedly stopped. He had merely drunk too much and failed to control his aura at first.

He had not expected to bury Tang Yu because of it, but he did not care much whether Tang Yu lived or died.

At worst, he could return to Flower-Fruit Mountain.

It had already been many years since he had gone back.

"Sun Wukong, are you trying to rebel?" Guanyin Bodhisattva shouted furiously.

It was all Tang Sanzang's fault. If he had put the Golden Fillet on the monkey, why would there have been so much trouble?

One recitation of the Golden Fillet would have hurt the bastard to death.

Sun Wukong grinned. "Old Sun drank too much, Bodhisattva. Now that Old Sun has buried the scripture pilgrim, it seems Old Sun can no longer go to Western Heaven. Why not let Old Sun return to Flower-Fruit Mountain?"

"Amitabha. Wukong, do not act willfully."

With a wave of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's hand, Tang Yu was revealed beneath the ruins, lying in great peace. His mouth hung slightly open, as if he had been calling for help—or cursing Sun Wukong.

Even that faint emotion at the corner of his mouth had not changed, showing that it had all happened in an instant.

He had suffered no pain and gone very peacefully.

Wasn't that the truth?

In that instant, a roof beam had come down and struck him right on the head.

Had he known it was this dangerous, he never would have drunk with that monkey.

Thankfully, the Buddhist Sect had revived him. If they had not, he would truly have been finished.

After being revived, Tang Yu sat up and gave Sun Wukong a resentful look.

At that moment, he completely understood that his identity as Tang Sanzang was a get-out-of-death-free card.

Otherwise, he had smoked and drunk, practically collecting all five poisons, yet the Buddhist Sect had never stepped in to do anything to him.

All they needed was for him to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation as quickly as possible. They did not care in the slightest about what he did along the way.

"Wukong, you must not grow lazy again. Protect your master and continue westward."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva issued a warning, recited a Buddhist invocation, and departed on a cloud.

His task was complete, and he still needed to return to Western Heaven to report.

He could leave, but Guanyin Bodhisattva could not.

She still needed to arrange the trials ahead, and she also had to take Black Bear Spirit back to Mount Putuo of the South Sea.

Guanyin glared fiercely at Tang Yu. If not for your little stunt, why would she have needed to go through so much trouble?

Only then did the monks of Guanyin Monastery come back to their senses and fall to their knees.

"We pay our respects to the Bodhisattva."

Elder Jin Chi trembled as he knelt, tears streaming down his aged face. "We pay our respects to the Bodhisattva."

He was a devout believer in Guanyin Bodhisattva, and now he had actually seen the Buddha he worshipped.

How could he not be excited?

Guanyin Bodhisattva glanced at Tang Yu. Her meaning was obvious: Look at him, then look at yourself. You have no reverence for me whatsoever.

The monastery around them had already become a field of ruins.

With a wave of Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand, it gradually returned to its original state.

"Tang Sanzang, the road west is long. I hope you set out as soon as possible and do not delay along the way."

Tang Yu sneered. This was all a conspiracy.

The Buddhist Sect's damned conspiracy. There were probably more trials waiting for him ahead.

According to the so-called plot, the next one should have been the Buddhist Robe Assembly.

But he had already given the cassock to Jin Chi. He would just wait and see how they planned to handle it.

Besides, Tang Yu no longer cared at all. He was even looking forward to it.

He wanted to see what schemes those bastards from the Buddhist Sect were plotting.

As for Black Bear Spirit?

He had better behave himself, or Tang Yu would not mind finding a way to beat him to death.

If he were taken back to the South Sea, he would strengthen the Buddhist Sect's forces.

Rather than let that happen, Tang Yu might as well send him to his death himself, so the Buddhist Sect would not benefit.

"Wukong, let's get going," Tang Yu called.

He mounted his donkey and set off first.

Guanyin nodded to herself. It was not easy to see such an obedient Tang Sanzang.

Tang Yu had angered her so badly during this period that even her state of mind had developed a slight crack.

If this happened a few more times, it would be difficult for her to break through her current cultivation.

Watching the master and disciple depart, Guanyin's figure flashed, and she vanished as well.

Very good. Now it depended on how she arranged things next.

If nothing unexpected happened, the trial involving Black Bear Spirit would certainly be completed.