Losing Two Bodhisattvas

The Buddha looked at his hands, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

Could this palm strike have completely obliterated his soul?

He quickly performed a divination and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though his physical body was gone, as long as his soul remained, there was no problem at all.

However, his soul was still in a state of madness.

The Nine-Colored Bewitching Flower's pistil directly confused the soul.

"Let Zhu Bajie stay in the Underworld for a month. Once he recovers, we'll revive him."

The Buddha felt a bit drained.

Why were these incidents happening one after another?

The Buddhist Sect's treasure vault had many treasures taken by Zhu Bajie, and naturally, all those treasures were now lying safely on the ground.

But some scriptures had also been burned by him.

What to do now?

"Ananda and Kashyapa."

The Buddha commanded, "The Buddhist Sect is now short of some scriptures. You two can just write some yourselves, right? The world won't know the difference anyway, just fool them."

"As you command, Buddha."

Not long after they left, the System's prompt sounded.

"Ding."

"Congratulations to the host. Your actions have caused a major event in the Buddhist Sect, seizing luck from them."

"Three million."

Huh?

Why so much this time?

Tang Yu asked the System and finally understood why.

He almost burst out laughing. He never expected his actions to cause so much.

At this moment, he was one step closer to what he wanted to redeem.

If this continued, he would be able to redeem the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique before long.

Sun Wukong, draped in purple silk, often touched it. He felt a sense of familiarity with the item.

But he couldn't recall anything.

Yet, he had a feeling that this item should have belonged to him a long, long time ago.

"Wukong, what's wrong?"

Tang Yu asked with concern, looking at the distracted monkey.

"It's nothing, Master."

"However, this silk looks quite good on you," Tang Yu commented.

"This old Sun feels the same way."

Sun Wukong leaped onto a large rock and looked ahead.

High in the sky, the Silver-headed Ketu was in a difficult position.

He didn't know what method to use to delay their journey.

After some thought, the Silver-headed Ketu flew down directly.

Seeing the Silver-headed Ketu suddenly appear, Tang Yu chuckled inwardly. It seemed those scoundrels from the Buddhist Sect were making a move again.

He just didn't know what this one was here for.

If the conditions allowed, he wouldn't mind letting Wukong kill him directly.

"Tang Sanzang."

The Silver-headed Ketu's expression changed slightly as he looked at the purple silk draped over Sun Wukong. He couldn't help but take a step back.

But the monkey's expression remained unchanged.

He probably hadn't remembered anything.

"The Buddha has ordered that you wait for Zhu Bajie to rejoin the group before departing."

"Why? The great undertaking of seeking scriptures is for the salvation of all beings, to give lost souls faith in Buddhism. This is a major matter that cannot be delayed for a moment."

Damn it.

Why wasn't he this enthusiastic before?

The Silver-headed Ketu was somewhat speechless.

He couldn't tell him that this scripture-seeking mission required the four of them—master and disciples—to complete it together, could he?

"Tang Sanzang, this is a command from Buddha. Furthermore, Zhu Bajie is your disciple. Now that he's been afflicted by the Nine-Colored Bewitching Flower's pistil, aren't you even a little worried?"

"Heh, with all of you from the Buddhist Sect here, do I need to worry?"

Tang Yu looked at him with a half-smile.

He naturally knew that White Bone Ridge, the territory of the White Bone Demon, was not far ahead.

Huh.

What did that mean?

It sounded like Tang Sanzang knew something.

The Silver-headed Ketu snorted, "This is a command from Buddha. We hope you'll conduct yourself wisely."

He didn't want to waste any more words with Tang Sanzang.

With that, he vanished.

Pah, what a load of rubbish.

Tang Yu spat on the ground and muttered to himself.

However, he really hadn't figured out how to deal with the White Bone Demon tribulation.

He had originally planned to take things as they came, but now it seemed he could properly consider it.

It was just that in this desolate wilderness, there didn't seem to be anywhere to set up camp.

Tang Yu was now desperately wishing to reach some countries, not just for good food and drink, but also for brothels!

He hadn't really let off any steam since leaving Gao Family Village.

Last night, he had a dream while half-asleep.

His underwear was soaked.

If this continued, he might very well get sick from holding it in.

He wondered how those scoundrels from the Buddhist Sect managed.

Men with men? Left hand?

"Wukong, San Lengzi, let's rest here for a bit."

He glanced towards White Bone Ridge in the distance.

It was a little strange; the sky was filled with purple auspicious light.

Sun Wukong also looked bewildered and murmured, "I feel like I've seen this kind of auspicious light somewhere before."

At this moment, Tang Yu noticed that this purple auspicious light was very similar to the purple silk he was wearing.

As Sun Wukong left to fetch water, Tang Yu looked at San Lengzi.

"San Lengzi, do you know something?"

He had a premonition that this San Lengzi definitely knew something.

From the very beginning, when Old Mother Lishan had taken out the purple silk and draped it over Sun Wukong.

At that moment, San Lengzi's eyes had flickered; he clearly recognized the silk.

San Lengzi frowned and took down the Nine Skulls around his neck.

He began to fiddle with them.

"Master, there are some things I cannot speak of. Too many things are involved, and they are too significant."

Judging by San Lengzi's demeanor, he clearly knew, but dared not speak.

"San Lengzi, I'll ask you just one question. Do you recognize that purple silk? Did it belong to Wukong before?"

"Yes," San Lengzi replied.

So it had belonged to Sun Wukong before.

But Sun Wukong clearly didn't remember it now. Had the people from the Buddhist Sect tampered with it?

That was highly possible.

Because besides the Buddhist Sect, no one else would do such a thing without a motive.

Sun Wukong was an indispensable member of the pilgrimage group.

One had to realize that even Subhuti was an incarnation of Zhunti.

From this, one could see how long the Buddhist Sect had prepared for this Journey to the West Tribulation.

And now that Sun Wukong had forgotten some things, it was not impossible that his memory had been wiped by the Buddhist Sect.

The sole purpose was for him to embark on the path of pilgrimage.

The Golden Fillet that Bodhisattva gave him at the time was precisely to control Sun Wukong.

Once it was put on, Sun Wukong could no longer break free.

"Wukong doesn't remember?"

"He's forgotten."

San Lengzi sighed, "Master, there are some things I, Old Sha, cannot explain further."

After speaking, he shut his mouth, looking as if he didn't want to say another word.

At this moment, Sun Wukong returned with water and said, "Master, I've taken a look. White Bone Ridge is in the distance. It's filled with colorful mist and doesn't look like there are any monsters there."

The Sun Wukong at this moment appeared very honest, so foolishly cute it was almost silly.

He was a far cry from the Great Sage Equal to Heaven in Tang Yu's mind, the one who would dare to cause a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace at the slightest disagreement.

"Alright, we'll wait here for Er Daizi to return, and then we'll set off."

Tang Yu took a sip of water, lost in thought.

How should they overcome this tribulation?

Western Heaven.

It was currently empty, as many people had been dispatched to search for the two missing Bodhisattvas.

Tathagata Buddha kept calculating, but he found nothing.

This was humiliating, a humiliation that went beyond measure.

The Buddhist Sect had lost two Bodhisattvas, and they were two very important ones.

They still hadn't been found.