Lost Two Bodhisattvas

Buddha looked at his own hand and did not come back to his senses for a long while.

Had that slap directly scattered him soul and all?

He hurriedly calculated it and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Although Zhu Bajie's physical body was gone, as long as his soul remained, there would be no problem at all.

It was just that his soul was still crazed and muddled.

The Nine-Colored Bewitching Flower Pistil directly bewitched the soul.

"Let Zhu Bajie stay in the underworld for a month first. Once he recovers, revive him."

Buddha was somewhat mentally exhausted.

Why had one mishap followed another?

Zhu Bajie had taken quite a few treasures from the Buddhist Sect's treasury. Naturally, those treasures were now lying safely on the ground.

But he had also burned some scriptures.

What was he supposed to do about that?

"Ananda and Kashyapa."

Buddha instructed, "The Buddhist Sect is currently short on some scriptures, so the two of you can just make some up. The common people do not know whether they are real or fake anyway. Just fool them."

"We obey Buddha's decree."

They had not gone far when the system notification sounded.

"Ding."

"Congratulations, Host. Your series of actions has triggered a major event in the Buddhist Sect and seized destiny from them."

"Three million."

Hm?

Why was there so much this time?

After asking the system, Tang Yu finally understood why.

He almost wanted to laugh aloud. He had not expected this move of his to cause so many things.

At this point, he was one step closer to exchanging for what he wanted.

If this continued, it would not be long before he could exchange for the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

Draped in purple silk, Sun Wukong often stroked it. He felt that this thing was familiar too.

Yet he could not remember anything.

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

"Wukong, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the monkey absentminded, Tang Yu asked with concern.

"It's nothing, Master."

"But this silk suits you quite well." Tang Yu gave it a look.

"That's what Old Sun thinks too."

Sun Wukong flipped onto a large boulder and looked ahead.

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

He did not know what method he could use to delay their journey.

After thinking for a moment, Silver-headed Ketu flew down directly.

Seeing Silver-headed Ketu suddenly appear, Tang Yu secretly smiled. It seemed those bastards from the Buddhist Sect were making another move.

He just did not know what he had come for.

If circumstances allowed, Tang Yu would not mind having Wukong kill him outright.

"Tang Sanzang."

When Silver-headed Ketu saw the purple silk draped over Sun Wukong, his expression changed slightly, and he could not help taking a step back.

But the monkey's expression remained normal.

He probably had not remembered anything.

"Buddha has ordered that you wait until Zhu Bajie rejoins the group before setting out."

"Why? The great undertaking of obtaining the scriptures is to save all living beings and give those who have lost their way faith in the Buddhist Sect. This is a major matter that cannot be delayed for even a moment."

Holy shit.

Why had he never seen Tang Sanzang this proactive before?

Silver-headed Ketu was speechless.

He could hardly tell him that the scripture-seeking mission required their master-and-disciples group to complete it together.

"Tang Sanzang, this is Buddha's order. Besides, Zhu Bajie is your disciple. Now that he has been afflicted by the Nine-Colored Bewitching Flower Pistil, are you not worried about him at all?"

"Heh, with you people from the Buddhist Sect around, do I need to worry?"

Tang Yu looked at him with a faint smile.

He naturally knew that White Bone Ridge lay not far ahead—the White Bone Demon's territory.

Uh.

What did that mean?

It sounded as if Tang Sanzang knew something.

Silver-headed Ketu snorted. "This is Buddha's order. You had better behave yourself."

He did not want to waste any more words on Tang Sanzang.

After saying that, he vanished directly.

Pah, what the hell was that?

Tang Yu spat on the ground and muttered to himself.

Still, he truly had not figured out how to handle the White Bone Demon trial.

He had originally planned to deal with whatever came his way, but now it seemed he could give it some serious thought.

It was just that this desolate wilderness did not seem to have even a place to make camp.

Tang Yu was desperate to reach a few kingdoms. Not only could he eat and drink well, there had better be brothels too.

Ever since leaving Gao Family Village, he had barely gotten any release.

Last night, he had a hazy dream while sleeping.

Even his underwear had gotten wet.

If this kept up, he might actually suppress himself into illness.

He wondered how those bastards from the Buddhist Sect dealt with it.

Men with men? Their left and right hands?

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

Tang Yu looked toward distant White Bone Ridge.

Something was strange. Purple rays filled the sky all around it.

Sun Wukong also became confused and murmured, "I feel like I've seen such rays somewhere before."

At that moment, Tang Yu noticed that the purple rays were very similar to the purple silk on Sun Wukong.

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

"San Lengzi, do you know something?"

He had a premonition that 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—

San Lengzi's eyes had flickered at that moment. He clearly recognized the silk.

San Lengzi frowned and could not help taking the Nine Skulls from around his neck.

He turned them over in his hands.

.

"Master, there are some things I cannot say. They involve too much, and they are too significant."

From San Lengzi's appearance, he clearly knew, but did not dare speak.

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

"Yes," San Lengzi answered.

So it had indeed once belonged to Sun Wukong.

But Sun Wukong clearly did not remember it now. Could the Buddhist Sect people have tampered with him?

That was very possible.

Because aside from the Buddhist Sect, no one else would do something like this for a purpose.

Sun Wukong was an indispensable member of the scripture-seeking party.

Even Subhuti was Zhunti's incarnation.

This showed just 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 entirely possible that the Buddhist Sect had cleansed his memories.

All to make him embark upon the road to obtain the scriptures.

The Golden Fillet the bodhisattva had given back then was meant to control Sun Wukong.

Once he put it on, Sun Wukong would never be able to break free again.

"Wukong doesn't remember?"

"He forgot."

San Lengzi sighed. "Master, there are some things Old Sha cannot say much about."

After saying that, he closed his mouth, looking as if he did not want to say another word.

At that moment, Sun Wukong returned with water and said, "Master, I took a look. White Bone Ridge is up ahead. It is filled with glowing rays, and it does not look like there are any demons there."

This Sun Wukong looked honest and simple, adorably foolish.

He was worlds apart from the Great Sage Equal to Heaven in Tang Yu's mind, the one who would dare storm the Heavenly Palace at the slightest disagreement.

"Mm, we'll wait here for Er Daizi to return, then continue on our journey."

Tang Yu took a sip of water while pondering.

How should he get through this trial?

Western Heaven.

It was empty at the moment, because many people had been sent out to search for the two missing bodhisattvas.

Tathagata Buddha kept calculating as well, but he found nothing.

How humiliating. This was humiliating beyond belief.

The Buddhist Sect had actually lost two bodhisattvas, and they were two extremely important ones.

They still had not been found.