Sun Wukong had long been dissatisfied. If Tang Yu had not said anything, he would have brought his staff down anyway.
Now that Tang Yu had told him to kill them, he naturally would not hold back.
With a loud crash, the bandit leader was smashed into a pulp by the Golden Cudgel.
Western Heaven.
Great Thunderclap Monastery.
All the Buddhas turned their gazes toward Buddha.
This was one of the tribulations. Sun Wukong was supposed to take the initiative and kill the bandits, after which Tang Sanzang would reprimand him a few times. In a fit of anger, he would temporarily leave.
But what was going on now?
Tang Sanzang had actually taken the initiative and told Sun Wukong to kill them?
At this moment, Buddha found Tang Sanzang increasingly strange. Yet through his calculations, he could not find any problem.
Could another saint have intervened?
Buddha's expression suddenly turned grave. "Venerable Guanyin, you must find an opportunity later to give the Golden Fillet to Tang Sanzang. No matter what, make him put it on Sun Wukong."
As long as Sun Wukong wore the Golden Fillet, he would not be able to escape.
He would completely become a member of the Buddhist Sect.
Though Sun Wukong was only at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level, he was the Five-Colored Stone left behind after Nuwa Mending the Heavens.
His potential was immeasurable.
Such a monkey had to be brought into the Buddhist Sect. He would count as one of its top powers.
"I obey Buddha's decree."
However, Guanyin Bodhisattva felt troubled. Why did this Tang Sanzang feel so strange now? He completely refused to follow the usual course of events.
The perfectly laid plans and carefully arranged tribulations seemed to have fallen into chaos as well.
With one swing of his staff, Sun Wukong smashed the bandit leader into pulp.
The remaining bandits all froze, not daring to move.
"Stop, Wukong."
Tang Yu stopped Sun Wukong, who was about to continue swinging his staff. Pressing his palms together, he chanted, "Amitabha. What a sin, what a sin."
Everyone present twitched at the corners of their mouths.
You bastard, you still knew it was a sin?
You were a monk, yet you had encouraged someone else to kill.
Just wait until you went to hell after death.
But when they saw the pile of flesh on the ground, the bandits' legs began trembling. They could not help but kneel. "Spare us, spare us, Holy Monk."
"Amitabha. Monks are compassionate. What a sin, what a sin." Tang Yu looked exactly like an enlightened monk, his face filled with compassion for all living beings. "Wukong, we are monks. We should be compassionate."
Sun Wukong curled his lips. That was not what you said when you told Old Sun to act just now.
Who were you trying to fool by acting like a good man now? What kind of hypocrite were you pretending to be?
"Amitabha. Monks are compassionate. You may all leave." Tang Yu generously waved his hand.
Yet his words left the bandits stunned. They did not know whether he meant them.
One of them gathered his courage and took two steps back. Seeing that Tang Yu paid him no attention, he finally turned and ran.
Too terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
He was going home to farm. He would never be a bandit again.
The bandits scattered in all directions. Tang Yu lay back on the bed again as if nothing had happened.
Early the next morning, he had the old man kill another chicken.
After eating and drinking his fill,
he continued on the road with Sun Wukong.
The eighty-one tribulations had only just begun.
Still, Eagle Grief Stream should be not far ahead.
That was Little White Dragon's territory.
Speaking of which, Tang Yu rather sympathized with Little White Dragon.
On his wedding night, he had been cuckolded. In a fit of rage, he smashed the Night-shining Pearl and was banished to Eagle Grief Stream to suffer.
When all was said and done, was it not all a conspiracy by those bald donkeys of the Buddhist Sect?
It was all to complete the Journey to the West Tribulation.
Tang Yu sighed, then pondered. "System, do you have any medicine that'll give Little White Dragon diarrhea after he eats it? Preferably something that'll make him shit for three to five years?"
By refusing to take Sun Wukong as his disciple, he had inexplicably received one hundred thousand Destiny Points.
Tang Yu had vaguely found a way to gain Destiny Points.
So he wanted to use the same trick again. He would not take Little White Dragon as his disciple either.
"No." The system was somewhat speechless.
What kind of brain could come up with such an idea? Giving him diarrhea was not enough; he wanted it to last three to five years.
Even Little White Dragon was a dragon, but he still could not endure that.
"Ah." Tang Yu was somewhat disappointed. Then his eyes shifted as he continued, "Do you have some kind of medicine that, after being taken, can keep someone hard for three to five years?"
If the duration was too short, Little White Dragon would still have to follow him after recovering.
If it lasted three to five years, no one could do anything about it.
"Charm Spirit Pill, effective for three months."
"Exchange cost: thirty thousand Destiny Points."
Tang Yu bared his teeth. He had only just managed to save up one hundred thousand, and now he had to spend thirty thousand all at once?
But on second thought, as long as he did not take Little White Dragon as his disciple, he would receive another one hundred thousand Destiny Points.
Overall, he would still profit.
Gritting his teeth, he exchanged for it.
Next, the key was figuring out how to make Little White Dragon take the medicine.
Looking at the white horse beneath him, Tang Yu chuckled to himself. He had an idea.
Passing through a small forest, Tang Yu dismounted, found a large rock, and plopped down on it. "Wukong, go get your master some game."
"Yes, Master." Sun Wukong answered, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing.
Guanyin Bodhisattva had followed them all the way, waiting for him to send Sun Wukong away.
At that moment, she transformed into a village woman and approached with some simple vegetarian food.
Yet the moment she saw Tang Yu's appearance, she felt utterly miserable.
Tang Yu lay sprawled on the boulder with one leg crossed over the other, swinging it back and forth. One arm pillowed his head, and his cassock hung half-open...
He looked exactly like a rogue monk.
But Sun Wukong had finally left, so she could not hesitate. Guanyin Bodhisattva stepped forward. "This is such a desolate wilderness. Why is Elder here alone?"
She had come.
Tang Yu sneered inwardly. He had known this would happen.
Still swinging his crossed leg, he did not even look at her. "This poor monk wants to return to secular life and marry a wife too."
Guanyin Bodhisattva felt as if a flock of crows had flown over her head. She had no idea how to respond.
"Elder must be joking. You are a monk and should have cast aside the four worldly desires."
Tang Yu chuckled upon hearing that, sat up, and adjusted his cassock, exposing a hairy leg.
Seeing his manner, Guanyin Bodhisattva's lips twitched.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Tang Yu took a puff before saying, "Oh? May I ask, Miss, if everyone in the world became a monk and cast aside the four worldly desires, where would humanity come from?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva froze, completely unable to answer.
"In this poor monk's view, marrying and having children are human relations, the laws of Heaven." Tang Yu chuckled.
"Amitabha." Guanyin Bodhisattva silently recited a Buddhist chant. She no longer wished to waste words with him, so she directly revealed her true form and stood in midair, looking down at Tang Yu.
What puzzled her was that Tang Sanzang showed no surprise at all. His expression remained calm.
"Tang Sanzang, why do you not kneel upon seeing me?" Guanyin Bodhisattva demanded.
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