"Little old man?" That was an interesting form of address. Tang Yu sighed helplessly. "You old bastard, you said it yourself—he's the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who caused Havoc in Heaven five hundred years ago. He even dared to wreak havoc in Heaven, so he must be incredibly powerful. I can't even tie up a chicken. What if I make him unhappy and he kills me?"
He had made up his mind. He absolutely would not take Sun Wukong as his disciple.
He now had a Human Immortal cultivation card and could step into the Human Immortal realm at any time. He believed that as long as he kept plundering luck, he would obtain more and more good things. At worst, he could fight demons himself or subdue them. Wasn't that luck as well?
Tang Yu understood that the so-called Journey to the West was a struggle between Buddhism and Daoism, each side trying to seize the other's luck.
As for obtaining scriptures, that was entirely a joke.
The Great Tang did not lack those few scriptures.
The Buddhist Sect was merely using him to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation, seize luck, and bring about the Sect's prosperity.
The Earth God was left speechless and said nothing for a long while. Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang had already mounted his horse and was about to leave. His small retreating figure looked exceedingly carefree, and he was even humming a tune—Eighteen Touches.
Not far away, the Five Directions Guardians exchanged looks, utterly dumbfounded.
What was going on?
When they heard the song Tang Yu was singing, their faces immediately turned green. Why were the lyrics so lewd? Especially with that amorous expression on his face—damn it, was that the demeanor a monk ought to have?
Great Thunderclap Monastery.
Tang Yu's figure appeared within the Mystic Light Mirror, leaving the entire Buddhist Sect stunned.
Why was this Tang Sanzang so strange?
"Buddha, this..." Guanyin Bodhisattva stared wide-eyed at Tang Yu's flirtatious retreating figure. Hearing the song from his mouth, her breathing caught.
Tathagata Buddha hurriedly performed a divination with his fingers. "He is still Golden Cicada. Perhaps he came alone, encountered some tribulations, and suffered some mental trauma."
Even he sounded uncertain. Mental trauma?
What kind of trauma could turn someone into this?
Look at that flirtatious back of his, swaying from side to side atop the horse, with Eighteen Touches never stopping from his mouth.
Had his divination not confirmed that he was Golden Cicada, even Buddha would have doubted whether he was truly Tang Sanzang.
In the Thirty-third Heaven.
An old man in a gray robe stared at a stone before him, his brows tightly furrowed.
"What is going on? A few days ago, the Heavenly Dao Stone miraculously developed a crack, yet over the past few days it has been completely intact again." Taishang Laojun began calculating with his fingers, but he could not deduce anything at all.
This was truly too strange. The Heavenly Dao Stone before him contained the luck of all living beings.
"A variable." Taishang Laojun's eyes lit up. With a sweep of his long sleeve, Tang Yu's retreating figure appeared before him, while his fingers continued calculating without pause.
The Heavenly Dao Stone made a faint sound, and another tiny crack appeared.
Taishang Laojun immediately stopped, not daring to continue his calculations.
"A variable. A variable has actually appeared." He stared fervently at the Heavenly Dao Stone. "But where did this variable come from?"
The Heavenly Dao Stone before him slowly returned to normal once more.
Yet he knew that a variable had appeared, one beyond his ability to calculate.
He just did not know whether this variable was good or bad.
What kind of changes would it bring to the greater tide?
Tang Yu refused to go back and refused to take a disciple no matter what.
The Earth God was truly helpless.
In the end, Golden Head Guardian personally stepped forward and looked at him with great dignity. "Tang Sanzang, where are you going?"
Hearing such an idiotic question, Tang Yu could not be bothered to respond. He merely looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"Uh..." Golden Head Guardian let out an awkward sound. Why did Tang Sanzang seem so damn punchable, especially with that look in his eyes? It was as if he were looking at an idiot.
"Tang Sanzang, where are you going?" he asked again.
"I'm going to play mahjong, to play Fight the Landlord. Where am I going? Where am I going? Don't you know where I'm going? If you know, why the hell are you asking?"
Tang Yu directly snapped at him. This guy was simply an idiot. Where was he going? Didn't they know? They were asking when they already knew, always coming up with such idiotic questions.
Golden Head Guardian froze. He had never expected Tang Sanzang to speak to him like that.
His body trembled slightly with rage. He wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face.
Although he did not know what mahjong or Fight the Landlord meant, they probably were not good words.
"I'm going to obtain scriptures. What else could I be doing? If you don't need me, I'll turn around right now and go back to Chang'an."
Tang Yu gave him a sidelong glance, gripping his monk's staff tightly. If he could have beaten him, he probably would have swung it at him already.
He took a deep breath and hurriedly recited a few Buddhist invocations. Amitabha, Amitabha.
Why was this Tang Sanzang so infuriating? And look at him—eyes slanted, neck stiffened. He was practically a legendary street punk.
Only after calming himself did Golden Head Guardian say, "The stone monkey imprisoned here needs you to rescue him. He is your disciple. This is Buddha's decree."
Well, there was no avoiding this.
They had even brought Buddha into it.
Tang Yu had actually guessed long ago that he would not be able to avoid it.
How could he possibly bypass something arranged by those bastards from the Buddhist Sect so easily?
Before he had even approached, he heard that damned monkey calling out, "Master, Master," with more affection than if he had seen his own father.
Tang Yu walked over and carefully examined Sun Wukong.
"Master, I, Old Sun, received Guanyin Bodhisattva's decree to escort you to Western Heaven for scriptures. I hope Master will save me from this mountain," Sun Wukong said excitedly. After waiting for stars and moon alike, this bald donkey had finally arrived.
"How do I save you?"
Tang Yu was deliberately asking a question he already knew the answer to. In his previous life, he had been a Journey to the West fan and had watched the television series countless times. Naturally, he knew that Sun Wukong could come out as long as the words on the Buddhist talisman were read aloud.
"As long as Master reads the words on the Buddhist talisman, I, Old Sun, can come out."
"Uh..." Tang Yu hesitated, then asked apologetically, "How do you read these words?"
Above them, the Five Directions Guardians nearly tumbled over upon hearing that.
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and nearly cried. Brother, no way. Don't mess with me.
"Master, I'm trapped beneath this thing. I, Old Sun, can't see what's written on it either."
Tang Yu sighed regretfully. "See? It's not that I won't save you. I simply can't save you. Besides, benefactor, you committed a grave mistake. You should continue reflecting beneath the mountain. Amitabha. Farewell, farewell. No need to see me off."
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left.
Sun Wukong, the Five Directions Guardians, and everyone else stared in utter astonishment at what he had done.
But they could not simply watch him leave. The Five Directions Guardians exchanged looks, and Golden Head Guardian recited the words on the Buddhist talisman. The talisman flew into his hand.
Sun Wukong immediately felt the weight on his body lighten. He laughed loudly. "I, Old Sun, am coming out!"
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