Refusing a Disciple

"Little old man?" That's an interesting way to put it. Tang Yu sighed helplessly, "You said it yourself, old man. He's the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who caused Havoc in Heaven five hundred years ago. He dared to cause trouble in Heaven, so he must be incredibly powerful. I'm completely defenseless. What if I upset him and he kills me?"

He was determined. He wouldn't take Sun Wukong as a disciple.

He currently had a Human Immortal cultivation card, allowing him to step into Human Immortal at any time. He believed that as long as he kept plundering fortune and accumulating more good things, he could just fight monsters himself, or even subdue them. Wasn't that also fortune?

Tang Yu understood. The so-called Journey to the West was a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, a struggle for fortune, wasn't it?

As for fetching scriptures, it was a complete joke.

The Great Tang didn't lack those few scriptures.

Buddhism was merely using him to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation, seize fortune, and make Buddhism flourish.

The Earth God was speechless, remaining silent for a long time. Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang had already mounted his horse and was leaving. His retreating figure was incredibly dashing as he hummed a tune, and it was "Eighteen Touches."

Not far away, the Five Directions Guardians exchanged glances, utterly bewildered.

What was going on?

Hearing the song from Tang Yu's mouth, their faces instantly turned green. How could the lyrics be so lewd? Especially with that lecherous expression on his face. Damn it, was this the demeanor a monk should have?

Great Thunderclap Monastery.

Tang Yu's figure appeared in the Mystic Light Mirror, stunning the entire Buddhist sect.

Why was this Tang Sanzang so strange?

"Buddha, this..." Guanyin Bodhisattva stared, dumbfounded, at Tang Yu's flirtatious retreating back. Hearing the song he was singing, her breathing hitched.

Tathagata Buddha quickly pinched his fingers to divine. "He is still Golden Cicada. Perhaps he came alone, encountered some tribulation, and suffered some mental stimulation."

Even his tone held a hint of uncertainty. Mental stimulation?

What kind of stimulation could make someone act like this?

Looking at his flirtatious back, his horse-riding posture swaying rhythmically, the "Eighteen Touches" never stopped.

If he hadn't divined that this was Golden Cicada, even the Buddha would have doubted if this was truly Tang Sanzang.

Thirty-third Heaven.

An old man in a gray long robe stared at a stone in front of him, his brow furrowed.

"What's going on? A few days ago, the Heavenly Dao Stone miraculously developed a slight crack, and now it's perfectly intact again." Taishang Laojun pinched his fingers to divine, but he couldn't figure anything out.

This was truly strange. After all, this Heavenly Dao Stone contained the fortune of all sentient beings.

"A variable." Taishang Laojun's eyes lit up. With a wave of his sleeve, Tang Yu's retreating figure appeared in his sight. Simultaneously, his fingers continued to divine.

The Heavenly Dao Stone let out a faint sound, and another small crack appeared.

Taishang Laojun quickly stopped, not daring to divine further.

"A variable... a variable has appeared." He stared at the Heavenly Dao Stone with burning eyes. "But where did this variable come from?"

The Heavenly Dao Stone in front of him slowly returned to its original state.

However, he knew that a variable had appeared, a variable he couldn't divine.

He wondered if the variable was good or bad?

How would it change the grand scheme of things?

Tang Yu adamantly refused to go back and refused to take a disciple.

The Earth God was truly helpless.

Finally, the Golden Head Guardian personally stepped forward, looking at him with imposing authority. "Tang Sanzang, where are you going?"

Hearing the idiotic question, Tang Yu didn't even bother to acknowledge him, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"Uh..." The Golden Head Guardian let out an "uh." He felt that Tang Sanzang was incredibly annoying, especially that look, which was like looking at an idiot.

"Tang Sanzang, where are you going?" he asked again.

"I'm going to play mahjong, to play Dou Dizhu? What am I doing? What am I doing, don't you know? If you know, why are you asking your grandma's hammer?"

Tang Yu directly retorted, calling him an idiot. What was he doing? They didn't know, yet they asked knowingly, posing such idiotic questions.

The Golden Head Guardian was completely stunned. He never expected Tang Sanzang to speak to him like this.

His body trembled slightly, from anger. He wished he could slap him.

Although he didn't know what "mahjong" or "Dou Dizhu" meant, he figured they weren't good things.

"I'm going to fetch scriptures. What else would I be doing? Do you need me to? If not, I'll turn back right now and return to Chang'an."

Tang Yu looked at him askance, his hand gripping his Zen staff. If he couldn't defeat him, he probably would have swung the staff at him.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly chanted a few Buddhist phrases. Amitabha, Amitabha.

How could this Tang Sanzang be so infuriating? And looking at his demeanor, with his head tilted and neck sticking out, he was like a notorious street punk.

The Golden Head Guardian calmed his mood before saying, "The stone monkey suppressed here needs you to rescue him. He is your disciple. This is the Buddha's decree."

Fine, there was no avoiding this.

The Buddha himself had been invoked.

Tang Yu had already guessed that he wouldn't be able to avoid it.

How could the arrangements made by those bastards from the Buddhist Sect be easily bypassed?

Before he even got close, he heard that damned monkey calling out "Master, Master," more affectionately than if he'd seen his own father.

Tang Yu walked up and took a good look at Sun Wukong.

"Master, I, your disciple Sun, was ordered by Guanyin to escort you on the Journey to the West to retrieve scriptures. I hope Master can free me from this mountain," Sun Wukong said excitedly. He had waited and waited, and finally, this bald donkey had arrived.

"How will you free me?"

Tang Yu asked this knowingly. In his past life, he was a huge fan of Journey to the West and had watched the TV series countless times. He naturally knew that as long as the words on the Buddhist seal were recited, Sun Wukong could be freed.

"As long as Master recites a few words from the Buddhist seal, I, your disciple Sun, can come out."

"Uh..." Tang Yu let out an "uh" and asked sheepishly, "What are those words?"

The Five Directions Guardians above almost tumbled down when they heard this.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, on the verge of tears. "Brother, seriously? Don't mess with me."

"Master, I'm being suppressed here. I, your disciple Sun, can't see what's written clearly."

Tang Yu sighed regretfully. "See, it's not that I'm not saving you, it's that I can't save you. Besides, benefactor, you committed a great offense. You should continue to reflect at the foot of the mountain. Amitabha, farewell, farewell. No need to see me off."

Without a hint of hesitation, he turned and left.

Watching his actions, Sun Wukong, the Five Directions Guardians, and others were all dumbfounded.

But they couldn't just watch him leave. The Five Directions Guardians exchanged glances, and the Golden Head Guardian activated the Buddhist seal, which flew into his hand.

Sun Wukong immediately felt a lightness in his body and laughed heartily, "I, your disciple Sun, am coming out!"