Mount Fangcun, Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave.
The Patriarch Bodhi sat high on a dark yellow futon, closing his eyes and concentrating.
On either side of the steps below, many disciples glanced towards the mountain gate from time to time.
It's been three years!
That monkey outside has been kneeling for so long, eager to become an apprentice and learn skills; its determination is unwavering.
At this moment, Patriarch Bodhi sensed Mount Fangcun with his divine sense. He had been paying attention to it ever since the Stone Monkey came to Mount Fangcun three years ago.
He deduced that the heavens Chaos, and that Great Tribulation was likely to be approaching. Moreover, this Stone Monkey possessed great fortune and was also tainted by the karma of Sage.
He lives in seclusion on Mount Fangcun, far removed from the world. Will he, the Patriarch Bodhi, be caught in Great Tribulation?
As a former Innate Gods and Demons, although he has not yet become a saint, his magical power has already reached the level of Sage, and in some aspects of his supernatural abilities, he possesses the power of Sage.
Most importantly, three years ago, a very important figure arrived, hoping that he could take the Stone Monkey as his disciple and impart his knowledge and resolve his doubts.
Patriarch Bodhi attached great importance to this person's words.
Patriarch Bodhi was extremely reluctant to fall into the Great Tribulation. As a former Innate Gods and Demons of Chaos, he understood all too well how important it was to protect himself in this Primordial World.
Only by being free from the entanglements of cause and effect, purifying the six senses, and following the will of Heaven can one survive in this world.
"How long has it been?"
When Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes, the entire temple was instantly filled with light, radiating brilliance.
"Reporting to Master, it has been three years," a Daoist priest on the lower left said.
"Bring it in."
"Bring it in," the Daoist priest at the very edge called to the young Daoist boy outside.
Outside the mountain gate, the frost was pure white, and a snowman stood there.
The mountain gate opened, and a cute young Daoist boy with rosy lips, white teeth, and a porcelain-white face stepped out, his bright, lively eyes fixed on the snowman.
"Hey, you're still alive? My ancestor wants you to come in."
Seeing that the snowman didn't move, the young Daoist called out a few more times.
Soon, the snowman trembled, snow fell to the ground, and a faint golden glow emanated from it. Although a golden monkey was shivering from the cold, its eyes remained firm and bright.
"The immortal is finally going to see me!"
"Monkey, come with me."
Inside the temple, the Stone Monkey followed the young Daoist boy in. It scratched its head and cheeks, turned around from time to time, and hopped lightly, surveying everything around it. It even glared at the cold looks from some of the disciples of Mount Fangcun.
The disciples of Mount Fangcun were astonished to see that the monkey, who had been kneeling outside the mountain gate for three years, still retained its agility and vitality.
"What a clever monkey, born of nature."
A calm yet penetrating voice drifted over, seemingly resonating in the heart, causing the Stone Monkey to instinctively turn around and fix his gaze on the old Daoist priest on the highest prayer mat.
The Stone Monkey immediately knelt down.
"Immortal, please accept me as your disciple and teach me the way to immortality!"
"Why do you seek the path to immortality?" The Grandmaster Bodhi's gaze penetrated the Stone Monkey's heart.
The Stone Monkey, with its bright, unwavering gaze, recounted the situation of the elders of the Flower-Fruit Mountain monkey troop, their births, aging, illnesses, and deaths, as well as its own wishes.
"All things in the world are subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death; this is the law of nature. If everyone could live forever, wouldn't the world descend into chaos?"
The Stone Monkey scratched its head and said, "Immortal, I absolutely must learn the way to immortality, even if it means going back to kneel and wait for a hundred or a thousand years."
Meeting the Stone Monkey's resolute and bright gaze, which was unwavering, Grandmaster Bodhi recalled the words of that Sage.
"Very well, since it is fate, I will accept you. However, the path to immortality cannot be achieved in a day. I will first teach you the method of entering the path and cultivating."
"Thank you, Master!" The Stone Monkey was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed.
A wisp of golden thread appeared in the palm of the Patriarch Bodhi, its faint golden glow bringing peace and warmth to the entire temple.
"Understand this well."
The golden thread drifted and entered the Stone Monkey's forehead and brain.
"Now that you have entered my Mount Fangcun, you must have a Daoist name. Do you have a name?" Patriarch Bodhi asked the Stone Monkey.
The Stone Monkey shook its head and said, "Master, I have no name. I hope you can give me one."
"Very well, since you are a monkey, let your surname be Sun. And since your generation of disciples belongs to the Wu generation, how about calling Wukong?"
"Sun, Wukong." Upon hearing this, the Stone Monkey thought the name sounded wonderful and immediately kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude.
And so, Sun Wukong cultivated Daoism and learned skills under the tutelage of Patriarch Bodhi, while also slowly refining the nectar he had drunk years before.
Another cold winter has arrived. Patriarch Bodhi observed Sun Wukong's cultivation over the past year, and a question lingered in his mind.
That year, he didn't teach Sun Wukong much because the Sage had left a message that what Sun Wukong needed was hidden within the golden thread, and that Sun Wukong needed to comprehend it himself.
But that year, apart from some Qi-refining methods taught by Patriarch Bodhi, Sun Wukong did nothing else.
In the myriad realms, in a Great Thousand World, Xiao Tian Nüwa concealed their identities and arrived in Chang'an City, the capital of the Great Tang Imperial Dynasty.
"The spiritual energy here isn't particularly dense, but it's incredibly bustling and lively. Will the Lord of the Great Tribulation appear here?"
Nüwa ate vegetarian food from the mortal realm, her beautiful eyes scanning the crowds on the street outside the window. There were stalls selling all sorts of trinkets along the street, and not far away, there were street performers wielding knives and sticks, swallowing swords.
"I don't know, but this place will be very interesting. This is probably the route map. Starting from the border of the Great Tang Imperial Dynasty, we will walk step by step, traversing mountains and rivers, and then cross this Great Thousand World to enter the Four Great Continents of the Earth Immortal Realm. Now it depends on what kind of person the Western Sect will choose."
Nüwa sighed inwardly; she sensed something amiss during this Great Tribulation.
"With the rise of the Western Sect, when will our Demon Clan be able to shine once again?"
"Perhaps there's a chance," Xiao Tian chuckled softly.
"Really?" Nüwa asked skeptically.
Suddenly, Xiao Tian felt that the lineage he had passed down had been activated.
" Great Sage Sun, we have many karmic ties, and I've relied on your supernatural powers to travel between worlds quite a bit. In this world, you mustn't disgrace your name."
On Mount Fangcun, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged amidst the blizzard of winter, his body radiating a faint golden glow. Snowflakes falling upon him were instantly swallowed up by an unknown space, unable to land on his body.
"Who are you? Why do you give me, Old Sun, a strange feeling of familiarity?"
Within Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness, his awareness entered a mysterious realm.
Surrounded by misty clouds, before him sat a golden-haired monkey, dressed in golden fish-scale armor, wearing a purple-gold crown, and with an ancient and powerful golden staff resting on its arms.
The monkey's appearance was quite similar to his own; in fact, he could gradually hear the heartbeat of the enormous, God of War -like monkey before him.
"My name is... the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"
The golden monkey opened its eyes, shooting out golden light, causing the universe to collapse and a Chaos scene to emerge.
Suddenly, Sun Wukong felt his head begin to swell, as if something had appeared inside.
"Junior Brother."
" Sun Wukong! The Ancestor is calling you over."
Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his mind now filled with new memories.
The Heaven-Equaling Divine Ability! The Ruyi Divine Ability!
The Deva Path Undying Body!
"I'll go right away."
Although Sun Wukong did not understand why he had these memories, he was very familiar with the person he had seen who called himself the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
"Could it be me?"
The West, the sacred Spirit Mountain.
"Amitabha Buddha, have you found a suitable candidate yet?"
Zhunti smiled and said, "Elder brother, I have chosen the first most suitable candidate. I must now make a trip to Mount Fangcun."
"Will that person from Mount Fangcun agree?" Jieyin frowned.
Although they have become saints, the one from Mount Fangcun should not be underestimated. He has the background of Innate Gods and Demons from the Chaos, possesses Sage- level magical power, and has many supernatural abilities and methods.
"He will agree to the will of Deva Path, and this will be of great benefit to him as well," Zhunti said confidently.
"Alright, then we should arrange for Golden Cicada's reincarnation soon."
"Absolutely."
After the Patriarch Bodhi taught Somersault Cloud Sun Wukong Earthly Fiend Seventy-Two Transformations, he sensed the arrival of Zhunti and hid in a certain place on Mount Fangcun.
"Now that you've arrived, why not reveal yourself?"
Zhunti revealed himself with a smile on his face.
" Bodhi Daoist Bodhi, it's been a long time. My visit is to bring you a blessing."
"Fortune?" Patriarch Bodhi sneered inwardly.
Zhunti then explained the matter of good fortune.
When Patriarch Bodhi heard that the Western Sect was about to flourish and that his disciples were to be sent to escort him on the journey to the Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
But then I suddenly recalled the reminder of a certain Sage, and upon further reflection on the situation of Deva Path and the trend of the Great Tribulation.
"In that case, when the time comes, I will arrange for it to be sent down the mountain."
"Very well, thank you, fellow Daoist." Zhunti smiled and then departed.
The Heavenly Court, the Hall of High Heavens.
After Zhunti left, Haotian frowned and pondered for a long time.
Suddenly, a decree was issued in the courtroom.
Haotian's eyes narrowed as the Dao Ancestor issued a decree.
After reading the contents, Haotian's face became distressed.
"Is this really a good idea? But since it's the Dao Ancestor's order, we have no choice but to do it. We'll prepare some generous gifts to apologize to that person later, sigh."
A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth. In the Haotian's Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens...
"La la la... I'm a happy cleaning lady..."
Miniature figures, no bigger than an adult's palm, fluttered around the palace, cleaning with feather dusters.
"Oh my! A crystal cup!"
The little cutie was stunned and accidentally broke the glass lamp.
"Oh no! A shard of the crystal goblet has fallen to the mortal realm! I'm doomed! My peaches are gone! Waaaaah..."
After a while.
With a stiff expression and trembling legs, God of Strength read out the decree of the Haotian Shangdi before the Peach Garden Earth God.
"Because Fairy Peach Codename 9527 broke the glass goblet, causing shards to fall to the mortal realm and triggering changes in the climate and climate, bringing suffering to humankind, His Majesty has decreed that Fairy Peach Codename 9527 9527 realm. She will be allowed to accumulate merit and virtue before returning to the celestial realm."
"Master, what do you think?"
The Peach Garden Earth God crossed his Erlang, yawned, and waved his hand, saying, "It's just a trivial matter. Alright, just do as Haotian says. But you can't punish this kid physically."
"Great Immortal, I will pass on the message."
In the myriad realms, in a certain Great Thousand World, within the capital Chang'an City of the Great Tang Imperial Dynasty.
Xiao Tian frowned, suddenly receiving a celestial message.
"Depend on!"
"What's wrong?" Nüwa looked at Xiao Tian in surprise.
Xiao Tian's lips twitched, and he gave the middle finger to the sky.
"Interesting, they actually schemed against you and me."
"Who?" Nüwa changed.
"The Dao Ancestor, the Deva Path."
Nüwa's face immediately fell.
"How could this happen? What exactly is going on?"
"It's nothing. Remember those adorable little cuties from Heavenly Court? One of them got tricked, broke a crystal lamp, and was banished to the mortal realm. If I'm not mistaken, she'll be one of the escorts for the rise of the Western Sect and the journey to the Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures."
"No way! How could this be?" Nüwa exclaimed in shock.
The Earth Immortal Realm, the dried-up land of the Quicksand River.
A tiny, adorable creature, sitting on the cracked earth, was crying loudly. Its tears flowed like a river, continuously irrigating the parched Quicksand River.
"I want to eat peaches! I want to go home!"
"I really didn't mean to break the glass lamp! Waaah... Earth God, please save me..."
The local deity of the Quicksand River appeared, looking distressed.
"Little ancestor, I am the local earth god, sent by Heaven to watch over you. You cannot leave the territory of the Quicksand River. You must wait for the destined person to arrive. When your blessings accumulate to perfection and you achieve your goal, you can return to the Heavenly Realm."
"Waaah... I don't want to! I don't want to! I want to eat peaches!"
"My little ancestor, there are no peaches here."
"Waaaaah! I don't care! I'm hungry!"
In the years that followed, the demons of the Quicksand River region were tormented to the point that even the local earth god wanted to resign.
Caravans from many countries are in trouble. What used to be a safe crossing of the dry, Quicksand River has now become a forbidden zone. Floods have made it difficult for even sturdy boats to cross, and only by paying a fixed fee, determined by the whim of the river's owner, can they get across.