Zhu Bajie Was Slapped to Death

Manjushri and Samantabhadra, the two Bodhisattvas, embraced each other as they headed downward.

With a thud, they fell, smashing straight down along the mountain peak until they hit the ground.

Though the two were somewhat dazed, they still possessed the cultivation of Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and their physical bodies were naturally extremely tough.

An ordinary person would have been smashed into a meat patty.

From the mountaintop down, two human-shaped marks had appeared.

The falling rocks above buried the two of them on the spot.

Lingji Bodhisattva, having blissfully finished a cigarette, turned around.

He discovered that they were gone.

Where were they?

How had they vanished?

"Old Pu, Old Wen, where did you two go?"

Lingji Bodhisattva cried out anxiously.

He was screwed.

In the time it took to smoke one cigarette, they had disappeared.

Lingji Bodhisattva broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly began searching.

Two Bodhisattvas had gone missing at once. This was a major matter.

In the Thirty-third Heaven.

Taishang Laojun's lips twitched slightly as he watched the scene. "In that case, you can search for a few more days."

With a wave of his hand, the mountain in the lower realm returned to normal.

He also obscured the heavenly secrets.

Cold sweat dripped from Lingji Bodhisattva's forehead. No matter how he calculated, he could not divine anything.

Tathagata Buddha was still waiting for him at Spirit Mountain to bring the two Bodhisattvas back and report.

What was he supposed to do now?

At that moment, Lingji Bodhisattva regretted why he had chosen this exact time to smoke.

Hm?

No, he needed to light another one.

After taking a drag, his nervous emotions calmed down.

He soared through the sky, still shouting nonstop, "Old Wen, Old Pu, damn you two uncles! Where the hell did you go? Don't fucking scare me!"

He was practically about to cry from anxiety.

The Bodhisattvas were missing. If he returned to Spirit Mountain now, he had no way to explain himself.

Western Heaven.

Tathagata Buddha's expression was frighteningly grim.

This Lingji Bodhisattva could not even handle such a trivial matter.

What use was he to him?

Tathagata Buddha immediately began calculating as well, and the more he calculated, the darker his face became.

He could not calculate anything.

Of course, he knew there were only two possibilities for this.

Either the variable had interfered, or a Saint had intervened.

After the battle between the two Western Saints and Primordial Lord of Heaven, Hongjun had appeared and made it perfectly clear.

Since no Saint had intervened, it had to be the variable.

"Eighteen Arhats, Five Directions Guardians. Descend to the lower realm immediately. Find Manjushri and Samantabhadra, then bring them back to Spirit Mountain."

"Yes."

With the Eighteen Arhats, Five Directions Guardians, and four Bodhisattvas gone.

Spirit Mountain suddenly became empty.

Tang Yu glanced toward the sky from time to time. He had no idea where Er Daizi had flown off to.

As for the heavenly treasures Lingji Bodhisattva had given him, he had long since put them away.

He discovered that these could also be exchanged for Destiny Points.

This discovery delighted him greatly.

It seemed that he could screw over the Buddhist Sect to the bitter end from now on.

"Master, Zhu Bajie won't be in any danger, will he?" Sun Wukong looked at the sky and spoke worriedly.

"Do not worry. When it is time for him to come down, he will naturally come down."

Tang Yu leaned against a large tree, looking as if he did not care in the slightest.

He did not care at all where Er Daizi had gone.

Because the Buddhist Sect would send him back.

With those idiots working behind the scenes, he had no worries whatsoever.

Only at noon did Tang Yu call for his two disciples to continue on their journey.

As for Er Daizi, he was still in the sky, and no one knew where he had flown off to.

Watching the master and his two disciples continue on their way.

Tathagata Buddha had a headache.

What was he supposed to do now?

None of Spirit Mountain's four Bodhisattvas were present. When Guanyin Bodhisattva had been in the lower realm, she sensed that something was wrong and immediately fled back to Mount Putuo of the South Sea.

And now two more Bodhisattvas had gone missing.

Unless Lingji Bodhisattva found those two, he would not dare return to Spirit Mountain to report.

If the three of them kept walking, they would reach White Bone Ridge.

That was the territory of the White Bone Demon.

And Zhu Bajie was currently insane.

One had to know that Zhu Bajie played no small role in this trial.

After the Three Battles with the White Bone Demon, Tang Sanzang would, in a fit of rage, drive Sun Wukong away.

Of course, that had been according to their original script.

Now, this trial seemed destined to go to hell too.

Leaving aside everything else, Tang Yu had been relying on Sun Wukong to hunt wild game along the way.

And Tang Sanzang now had no compassion in his heart whatsoever. It was obviously impossible for him to drive Sun Wukong away over such a minor matter.

Tathagata Buddha took a drag from his cigarette.

He swept his gaze over the lower realm.

Only then did Buddha realize that he had no one available to use.

Left with no choice, he used great divine power to send a voice transmission to Silver-headed Ketu, ordering him to find a way to delay Tang Sanzang's group for one month at all costs.

They had to wait until Zhu Bajie returned to the group before they could continue.

At the thought of Zhu Bajie, Tathagata Buddha hurriedly began calculating.

The moment he did, his face turned green.

"Reporting to Buddha, something terrible has happened! A hole has appeared in the Buddhist Sect's treasure vault, and some treasures have been lost."

Tathagata Buddha took a deep breath. Before he could speak.

"So fun, so fun." Zhu Bajie walked in, covered in dust and dirt, then casually pulled over a monk and rubbed his bald head.

A Buddhist treasure was still hanging from his body.

By a strange twist of fate, he had actually flown to Western Heaven and plunged headfirst into Spirit Mountain's treasure vault.

As for the things hanging from his body, it was obvious that he had put them on because he found them fun.

At the sight, everyone involuntarily retreated two steps.

Several extremely powerful magical treasures were still hanging from his body.

If he started swinging those around, ordinary Buddhas like them would be unable to withstand it.

"Zhu Bajie."

Tathagata Buddha ground out his name through clenched teeth.

He had come to Spirit Mountain, stolen from the treasure vault, and taken several extremely important treasures.

If Buddha had not known that Zhu Bajie was trapped in an illusion, he would have wanted to slap him to death.

Zhu Bajie reached out and removed a sword from his body.

"Put it down!" Buddha cried in alarm.

That sword had been forged by the Saint Jieyin before he became a Saint.

It had long since become useless to the now-Saint Jieyin and had been discarded.

Yet it was still a quasi-Saint artifact.

If Zhu Bajie swung it.

Half of Spirit Mountain would probably be gone.

Zhu Bajie grinned foolishly and began swinging it.

Sword light instantly filled the sky, as though tens of thousands of swords had scattered at once.

The Buddhas of Spirit Mountain rapidly retreated. To avoid injuring them, Tathagata Buddha extended his hand.

The sword light filling the sky vanished into nothingness, but under that tremendous force.

Even the Great Thunderclap Monastery trembled slightly.

Tiny cracks even appeared in its walls.

As for the lotus thrones of some Buddhas, they were directly destroyed.

"Impudent!" Tathagata Buddha roared furiously.

But when he looked again, he froze.

Where was Zhu Bajie?

The Buddhist treasures that had originally been hanging from Zhu Bajie were scattered all over the ground.

And where he had been standing lay a tattered shoe, with its toes exposed.

Tathagata Buddha looked at his hand and was immediately horrified.

Damn it.

This was bad.

He had failed to control his strength. That palm strike had slapped Zhu Bajie to death.

The Buddhas of Spirit Mountain all wore blank expressions.

Zhu Bajie was dead?

He had been slapped to death by Buddha.