Resurrection

Everyone stared at Tang Sanzang, buried beneath the rubble, completely speechless.

Was this like Sun Wukong drinking and getting too drunk, then burying himself?

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

But now, Tang Yu had killed himself, completely clearing his name.

Because even if he was the variable, he wouldn't risk his life like this.

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

The pilgrim was dead.

What was the point of continuing the pilgrimage now?

Tathagata pondered for a moment. "Samantabhadra, go to the Buddhist treasury, select some treasures, and exchange them with Old Lord for two Nine-Turn Golden Elixirs. Then, I'll trouble you to revive Tang Sanzang."

If he wasn't revived soon, his soul would descend to the underworld.

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

This was too dramatic. Of the eighty-one tribulations of the pilgrimage, he had already met his end before anything significant had even happened.

"Yes, as the Buddha commands."

Samantabhadra agreed and hurried towards the Heavenly Palace.

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

She felt a flicker of secret joy, which showed just how infuriated Tang Yu had made her.

But he deserved to die. The Golden Fillet was meant to restrain that monkey.

He hadn't done so, wasn't that courting death?

And now the monkey had gone berserk and killed him.

Arriving at Guanyin Monastery, she saw the rampaging Sun Wukong and chanted a Buddhist name. "Amitabha, Wukong, cease your actions."

Without the Golden Fillet, dealing with this monkey was somewhat difficult for her.

At that moment, Sun Wukong felt his blood boiling, wishing he could rush to the Western Heaven and fight Tathagata to avenge himself from five hundred years ago.

It proved that one shouldn't drink too much, as it could lead to drunken madness.

This monkey, having drunk too much, wanted to fight Tathagata.

Seeing Guanyin, he shouted, "Guanyin, take this from your old grandson!" Wielding the Golden Cudgel, he struck down.

Guanyin was startled, not expecting the monkey to dare attack her directly. Her figure dodged repeatedly in mid-air.

"Sun Wukong," she said in a low voice, and her Jade Vase emitted a Buddhist light, blocking Sun Wukong.

What little remained of Guanyin Monastery was now completely gone.

The monks of Guanyin Monastery saw the Bodhisattva and were about to kneel, but the monkey, for some unknown reason, charged forward and began fighting the Bodhisattva.

If it hadn't happened before their eyes, who would have believed it?

Normally, gods and Buddhas were high and mighty.

Let alone fighting, they wouldn't even dare to speak disrespectfully.

But now, a brazen monkey was fighting a Bodhisattva.

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

Why were they struggling to subdue a mere monkey?

"Wukong, stop."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also arrived. He and Guanyin Bodhisattva attacked simultaneously, finally subduing Sun Wukong.

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

Neither of them could defeat the other.

However, with the addition of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, the situation changed.

So, Sun Wukong quickly stopped fighting. He was drunk, but he had initially lost control of his aura.

He hadn't expected this to bury Tang Yu, but he didn't care about Tang Yu's life or death.

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

He hadn't been back in many years.

"Sun Wukong, are you trying to rebel?" Guanyin Bodhisattva exclaimed in anger.

It was all Tang Sanzang's fault. If he had put the Golden Fillet on the monkey, none of this trouble would have occurred.

If the Golden Fillet was chanted, it would have caused him immense pain.

Sun Wukong chuckled. "Your old grandson was drunk. Bodhisattva, now that the pilgrim is buried by your old grandson, I don't think we can go to the Western Heaven anymore. Why don't you let your old grandson return to Flower Fruit Mountain?"

"Amitabha, Wukong, do not act out of temper."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva waved his hand. Beneath the rubble, Tang Yu lay peacefully, his mouth slightly open, as if pleading for help, or perhaps cursing Sun Wukong.

His lips didn't even twitch, showing just how quickly that moment passed.

There was no pain, and he passed very peacefully.

That's exactly right.

In that instant, the roof beam fell, hitting him right on the head.

If I'd known it was so dangerous, I never would have had a drink with that monkey.

This is good, the Buddhist Sect resurrected me. If they hadn't, I'd really be toast.

After being resurrected, Tang Yu sat up and shot Sun Wukong a resentful look.

At this moment, he finally understood that his identity as Tang Sanzang was practically an immunity charm.

Otherwise, with his smoking and drinking, having all five vices, why hadn't the Buddhist Sect intervened or done anything to him?

All they needed was for him to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation as quickly as possible; they didn't care about anything he did along the way.

"Wukong, you must not become lazy again. You must protect your master and journey to the West."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva issued a warning, chanted a Buddhist phrase, and left on the clouds.

The mission was complete, and he had to return to the Western Heaven to report.

He could leave, but Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't.

The subsequent tribulations still needed her to arrange them, and she still had to escort the Black Bear Spirit back to Mount Putuo of the South Sea.

Guanyin glared fiercely at Tang Yu. If it weren't for your stunt, why would I need to go to all this trouble?

The monks of Guanyin Monastery finally came back to their senses and all knelt down.

"We pay our respects to the Bodhisattva."

Elder Jin Chi knelt down tremblingly, tears streaming down his face, "We pay our respects to the Bodhisattva."

He was a devout follower of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and at this moment, he had actually seen the Buddha he worshipped.

How could he not be excited?

Guanyin Bodhisattva glanced at Tang Yu, her meaning clear: look at them, then look at you? You have no reverence for me.

The surrounding monastery was already in ruins.

Guanyin Bodhisattva waved her hand, and it gradually returned to its original state.

"Tang Sanzang, the journey to the West is long. I hope you will set off as soon as possible and do not delay on the road."

Tang Yu let out a cold laugh. This was all a conspiracy.

A conspiracy by those scoundrels in the Buddhist Sect. There were probably more tribulations waiting for me below.

If we follow the so-called plot, it should be the Buddhist Robe Ceremony.

But I've already given the kasaya to Jin Chi, so let's see how they play this out.

Besides, Tang Yu didn't care at all now; he was even looking forward to it.

He wanted to see what kind of schemes those scoundrels in the Buddhist Sect were up to.

As for the Black Bear Spirit?

It's best if he behaves. Otherwise, Tang Yu wouldn't mind finding a way to beat him to death.

If he's taken back to the South Sea and strengthens the Buddhist Sect's forces, it's better for me to send him to his death myself, rather than let the Buddhist Sect benefit.

"Wukong, let's be on our way." Tang Yu called out.

He mounted the donkey and took the lead on the road.

Guanyin nodded secretly. Seeing such an obedient Tang Sanzang was rare.

During this period, she had been so angered by Tang Yu that her state of mind had developed a crack.

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

Watching the figures of the master and disciple, Guanyin's figure flashed, and she also disappeared.

Very good. Now it's up to her to make her move.

If nothing unexpected happens, this tribulation with the Black Bear Spirit will definitely be completed.