Monks Have Compassionate Hearts

Sun Wukong was already fed up; if Tang Yu hadn't said anything, he would have swung his cudgel down anyway.

To hear Tang Yu tell him to kill them now, Naturally, he wouldn't hold back.

With a clang, the bandit leader was instantly reduced to a bloody pulp by the Golden Cudgel.

Western Heaven.

Great Thunderclap Monastery.

All the Buddhas looked towards Buddha.

This was supposed to be one of the tribulations, but Sun Wukong was supposed to have proactively killed the bandits, then been reprimanded by Tang Sanzang, and left in anger temporarily.

But what was going on now?

Tang Sanzang had actually told Sun Wukong to kill them?

At this moment, Buddha felt Tang Sanzang was becoming increasingly strange. Yet, under his calculations, he couldn't find any issues.

Could another Sage have intervened?

Buddha's expression suddenly turned solemn as he said, "Venerable Guanyin, later you will need to find an opportunity to give the Golden Fillet to Tang Sanzang. No matter what, you must make sure he puts it on Sun Wukong."

As long as the Golden Fillet was on, Sun Wukong wouldn't be able to escape.

He would completely become a person of the Buddhist Sect.

Don't underestimate Sun Wukong just because he was only at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation level; he was the Five-Colored Stone left behind after Nuwa mended the heavens.

His potential was limitless.

Such a monkey must be brought into the Buddhist Sect; he would be considered a top-tier force for Buddhism.

"As you command, Venerable Buddha."

However, Guanyin Bodhisattva felt troubled. Why did this Tang Sanzang feel so strange? He wasn't following the script at all.

The well-planned tribulations seemed to have gone awry.

With one blow, the bandit leader was reduced to a bloody pulp.

The remaining bandits dared not move.

"Stop, Wukong."

Tang Yu stopped Sun Wukong, who was about to swing his cudgel again. He clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist phrase, "Amitabha, sin, sin."

Everyone present twitched their mouths.

You actually know about sin?

You, a monk, are actually condoning murder.

Just wait for hell after you die.

But upon seeing the pulp on the ground, the bandits' legs trembled, and they couldn't help but kneel. "Spare us, spare us, Holy Monk."

"Amitabha, monks should have compassion. Sin, sin." Tang Yu looked like a truly enlightened monk, his face filled with compassionate benevolence. "Wukong, we are monks, and we should have compassion."

Sun Wukong pouted. You weren't saying this when you told me to act just now.

Why are you acting like a good person now, like a big shot?

"Amitabha, monks should have compassion. You all may leave." Tang Yu waved his hand magnanimously.

However, his words made the bandits pause, unsure if he was telling the truth.

One of them, mustering some courage, took two steps back. Seeing that Tang Yu wasn't paying attention, he quickly ran away.

Too terrifying, too terrifying.

I'll go home and farm, no more banditry.

The group of bandits scattered immediately, and Tang Yu lay back on the bed as if nothing had happened.

The next morning, he had the old man kill another chicken.

After eating and drinking their fill, They continued on their journey with Sun Wukong.

Ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations, and this was just the beginning.

However, it was likely that Eagle Grief Stream was not far ahead.

That was Little White Dragon's territory.

Speaking of which, Tang Yu felt quite sympathetic towards Little White Dragon.

He was cuckolded on his wedding night, smashed the Night-shining Pearl in anger, and was then banished to Eagle Grief Stream to suffer.

In fact, wasn't it all the schemes of those bald donkeys from the Buddhist Sect?

It was all for the sake of completing the Journey to the West Tribulation.

Tang Yu sighed, then began to ponder, "System, is there any medicine that will make Little White Dragon have diarrhea, preferably for three to five years?"

By not taking Sun Wukong as a disciple, he inexplicably gained 100,000 destiny points.

This vaguely showed Tang Yu a way to obtain destiny points.

So he wanted to try the same trick again, and not take Little White Dragon either.

"No," the System replied, somewhat speechless.

What kind of brain could come up with such a method, not only causing diarrhea but for three to five years.

Even Little White Dragon, being a dragon, couldn't endure that.

"Ah," Tang Yu said with some regret, his mind turning, he continued to ask, "Is there any medicine that, if taken, can make one stand firm for three to five years?"

If the time was too short, Little White Dragon would still have to follow after he recovered.

This would directly incapacitate him for three to five years, and no one could do anything about it.

"Charm Spirit Pill, valid for three months."

"Redeem: 30,000 destiny points."

Tang Yu bared his teeth. He had finally saved up 100,000, and now he had to spend 30,000?

But then he thought, as long as he didn't take Little White Dragon, he would still get 100,000 destiny points.

Overall, it was a profit.

He gritted his teeth and redeemed it.

Next, the key was how to get Little White Dragon to take the medicine.

Looking at the white horse beneath him, Tang Yu chuckled inwardly. He had a plan.

Passing by a small grove, Tang Yu dismounted, found a large rock, and sat down with a plop. "Wukong, get your master some game."

"Yes, Master," Sun Wukong replied, turning into a stream of light and disappearing.

Venerable Guanyin had been following them all along, waiting for him to send Sun Wukong away.

At this moment, she transformed into a village girl, carrying some simple vegetarian meals, and walked over.

However, upon seeing Tang Yu's appearance, she felt completely unwell.

Tang Yu was lying on the large rock, legs crossed and swinging, one arm propping up his head, his kasaya half-open...

He looked like a complete rogue monk.

But since Sun Wukong was gone, she couldn't hesitate. Venerable Guanyin stepped forward, "In this desolate wilderness, why is the elder alone?"

Here it comes.

Tang Yu sneered inwardly. He knew this would happen.

Swinging his legs, he didn't even look at the person who approached. "This humble monk also wants to renounce the world and marry a wife."

Gulp.

Venerable Guanyin felt a flock of crows fly overhead. She didn't know how to respond.

"Elder, you jest. As a person of the cloth, you should be detached from all worldly desires."

Hearing this, Tang Yu chuckled, sat up, and pulled up his kasaya, revealing a leg full of hair.

Seeing his state, Venerable Guanyin's mouth twitched.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Tang Yu then said, "Oh? May I ask, benefactress? If everyone in the world were ascetics, detached from all worldly desires, how would humanity continue to exist?"

Venerable Guanyin was stunned and couldn't answer.

"In this humble monk's opinion, marrying and having children is a human relationship, a law of nature," Tang Yu chuckled.

"Amitabha," Venerable Guanyin chanted a Buddhist phrase, not wanting to waste any more words with him. She revealed her true form and stood in mid-air, looking down at Tang Yu.

But what surprised her was that Tang Sanzang showed no surprise at all, his expression remaining calm.

"Tang Sanzang, why do you not kneel before me?" Venerable Guanyin questioned.