Who Wears the Golden Fillet

Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly had a bad premonition, as if things had once again gone a little unexpectedly.

But how did Tang Sanzang manage this?

That Black Bear Spirit was already at the cultivation level of a Grand Unity Immortal, and his tough hide made him impervious to attacks. His combat power far surpassed that of ordinary people.

At this moment, he was screaming his lungs out, kowtowing frantically, and continuously calling Tang Yu "Dad." This clearly showed that he was completely subdued.

Carrying this question, Guanyin Bodhisattva flashed into the cave.

Upon seeing the scene, she was so enraged that she almost had a divine revelation.

The Golden Fillet, originally prepared for Sun Wukong, had been placed on the Black Bear Spirit's head, and Tang Yu was still chanting the Golden Fillet incantation.

Sun Wukong watched the Black Bear Spirit writhe in agony, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

If this thing were on my head, then I would be the one rolling on the ground begging for mercy right now.

The Buddhist Sect was truly insidious, wanting to control him with such a method.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang couldn't bear to do it and told him the truth.

Looking at Tang Yu, at this moment, Sun Wukong had begun to accept the fact that he was his master.

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva, this Black Bear Spirit, under my profound Buddhist teachings, has decided to turn over a new leaf and return to the righteous path. The Buddhist Sect values life and compassion, and as a monk, one should be merciful. Perhaps you could spare his life, Bodhisattva."

Tang Yu clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and put on a compassionate demeanor befitting a monk.

Inside, however, he was feeling smug, thinking himself a true genius.

As for how the Golden Fillet ended up on the Black Bear Spirit's head, it hadn't taken much effort at all. He had come to offer a treasure.

Moreover, the golden hat was sparkling and radiant, clearly not an ordinary item.

Therefore, the Black Bear Spirit had put it on his own head voluntarily.

A cold smile flickered across Guanyin Bodhisattva's lips, causing her to twitch a couple of times.

Your profound Buddhist teachings? A monk's compassion?

When you ordered Sun Wukong to kill people and eliminate bandits, you showed no mercy.

It was just that now, with the Golden Fillet on the Black Bear Spirit's head, it seemed like there was some trouble.

It was meant to be placed on Sun Wukong's head.

The three fillets that the Buddha had given her were all personally forged by a Sage: the Golden Hoop, the Binding Fillet, and the other...

She truly had no way to remove it from the Black Bear Spirit's head. What should she do?

The feeling of powerlessness grew stronger within her. She had thought this trial would proceed smoothly and be a success.

But who could have imagined that Tang Sanzang would completely deviate from the script, throwing her plans into disarray?

"Tang Sanzang, what in the world are you doing?" Guanyin Bodhisattva reprimanded.

Tang Yu pointed at the Black Bear Spirit. "This humble monk is subduing a demon!"

Ai, for crying out loud!

Guanyin Bodhisattva nearly fainted. She took a deep breath, her state of mind seeming to crack a little more. She quickly calmed herself. "I'm asking how the Golden Fillet ended up on his head?"

"He wanted to wear it himself," Tang Yu said.

This was indeed something the Black Bear Spirit had put on voluntarily, so he was telling the truth!

"Ask him if he put it on himself," Tang Yu pointed at the Black Bear Spirit.

The Black Bear Spirit, with tears and snot streaming down his face, said, "Yes, I wanted to wear it myself."

He regretted it immensely. How could such a cursed item have ended up on his head?

His head was splitting, and he wished he were dead!

Seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva, he kowtowed incessantly and pleaded, "Bodhisattva, I was wrong. I dare not do it again. Please, remove this fillet."

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed. "This is a magic treasure forged by a Sage. I can do nothing about it. I see that you haven't committed evil deeds for many years, and you are also friends with Jin Chi of Guanyin Monastery. My Mount Putuo of the South Sea is in need of a guardian. You shall return with me to the South Sea and serve as a guardian!"

This trial could no longer proceed; it was completely ruined.

But she still had to take the Black Bear Spirit with her, which was a small gain amidst the huge loss.

Hmm? Take him away? That won't do.

She wanted to take him away, but Tang Yu absolutely would not agree.

He had finally subdued the Black Bear Spirit, and he wouldn't let the Buddhist Sect benefit from it.

Tang Yu intended to chant a Buddhist name, but accidentally mispronounced it, uttering the Golden Fillet incantation instead.

The Black Bear Spirit yelped and rolled on the ground in pain, "Dad, Dad..." He kept calling him Dad, begging for mercy.

"Uh, my apologies, I mispronounced it." Tang Yu showed no embarrassment. He smiled and chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha!"

Mispronounced it?

The Black Bear Spirit felt an urge to die. He was on the verge of tears and looked pleadingly at Guanyin Bodhisattva, clearly begging silently for her to stop Tang Yu from chanting random incantations.

The pain was unbearable!

"Bodhisattva, I don't think this is appropriate. This Black Bear Spirit is a transformed demon, and his demonic aura is too strong. If someone like him is brought into the Buddhist Sect, it will clearly affect the reputation of Buddhism," Tang Yu said righteously, appearing as if he was considering the reputation of Buddhism.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression turned cold, and she let out a low reprimand, "Tang Sanzang, this is my business. You just need to focus on your journey west. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Staring at her, Tang Yu remained silent for a moment before patting the Black Bear Spirit's shoulder, as if he had unknowingly stuck something onto him.

"I believe it's entirely necessary for me to worry. What if this Black Bear does something bad in the future?" he said earnestly.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that," Guanyin Bodhisattva replied. What can a single Black Bear Spirit do to cause trouble? Besides, he's still wearing the Golden Fillet. Dealing with him won't be difficult, will it?

"Alright," Tang Yu said, spreading his hands. "Since that's the case, I won't say anything more."

He then turned to the Black Bear Spirit and instructed, "Bear, you must follow the Bodhisattva closely from now on, study Buddhist teachings diligently, and cultivate yourself well."

Naturally, the Black Bear Spirit agreed to everything he said, nodding and bowing obsequiously.

"Bear, thank me. If it weren't for me, what would you be doing as a mountain-guarding bear?" Tang Yu patted his shoulder.

Thank you for what, you damn monk!

The Black Bear Spirit dared not speak his mind. If it weren't for you, you scoundrel monk, why would I have this thing on my head?

"Yes, yes, thank you, Holy Monk," the Black Bear Spirit said with a smile on his face, but with a foul mood internally.

Seeing that the matter was settled and could not be changed, Guanyin Bodhisattva prepared to take the Black Bear Spirit back to Mount Putuo of the South Sea. Afterward, she would have to return to Spirit Mountain to report to the Buddha.

The burning of Guanyin Monastery and the Buddha Robe ceremony – neither of the two difficult tasks had been completed. What was even more infuriating was that the Binding Fillet had been placed on the Black Bear Spirit.

Although it seemed insignificant, it could potentially alter the overall direction of the grand scheme.

The immediate priority was to return to Spirit Mountain and discuss with the Buddha how to proceed.

As for the two difficult tasks, since things had come to this point, they would have to find a way to make up for them later.

She hoped that no more mistakes would occur in the subsequent events.

Guanyin Bodhisattva felt a sense of mental exhaustion. The great undertaking of Journey to the West had always been something she secretly observed and followed.

She was also grateful to the Buddha for giving her such a mission, because once Journey to the West was completed, she would also have considerable merit and receive immense benefits.

However, at this moment, she was beginning to feel a hint of regret. It seemed that everything was becoming unpredictable and exceeding her expectations