Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1702 - Is it Buddha? Or demon?

No one expected that this seemingly refined and gentle National Teacher would possess such abilities.

The Arhat Dharma appearances conjured by the monks were directly shattered by the golden-armored warriors that the National Teacher had created with ink wash painting!

Indeed, 'Wearing golden armor in a hundred battles across the yellow sands, never returning until Lou Lan is conquered!'

The hundreds of monks were sent flying backward, spitting blood, their faces pale.

"How is it possible? We actually lost!"

"Damn it! Why didn't the damned Buddha protect us? We are the Western Heaven's loyal servants!"

Several monks suddenly rushed forward, kneeling before Tang Sanzang and the others with a flying leap.

Their speed was swift, and their attitude was resolute, displaying unwavering determination!

"Holy Monk, we were wrong! You are heading to the Western Heaven to seek scriptures and create boundless merit. We should not have confronted you. We were wrong. Please, Holy Monk, save us!"

"Holy Monk, we can follow you to the Western Heaven. Please let us follow you."

"Yes, I can serve the Holy Monk by your side and will never cause you any trouble. Please let us follow you properly."

"Kind and righteous lord! We are fortunate to meet here today. The Buddha guides those with affinity. Please spare us and allow us to serve you and go to the Western Heaven together!"

This group of monks truly had no shame. Just moments ago, they were talking about killing Tang Sanzang, but now that they couldn't win, they turned around and tried to morally blackmail him.

Moreover, what was even more excessive was that they even wanted Tang Sanzang to take them along on his journey to obtain scriptures, to the Western Heaven, and to share in the merit of boundless creation!

This was so outrageous that even Tang Sanzang, with his usually good temper, was amused.

"You are a bunch of well-dressed bandits, bullying the market and oppressing the common people. Now that you have been defeated, you should restrain your nature and atone for the revival of the Kingdom of Jise. I will never accept you!"

Tang Sanzang was already showing some mercy. If it were Zhu Bajie, he would have used his rake to plow them over!

However, facing Tang Sanzang's last shred of kindness, the monks of Jin Guang Temple did not appreciate it. Instead, they confronted him sharply and threatened to die.

"Holy Monk, all monks under heaven are one family. The monks of Jin Guang Temple have always been charitable and virtuous, accumulating immeasurable merit. We have never had to do any work. If you leave us in the Kingdom of Jise, wouldn't that be sending us to our deaths?"

"Yes, making us work is worse than letting us die. Tang Sanzang, as a scripture seeker from the Western Heaven, how can you bear to watch us die without helping?"

"Where has your Buddhism gone? If you don't help us, and something happens to me, I will turn into a ghost and sue you to the Tathagata Buddha!"

"Tang Sanzang, you are unworthy of being a monk. Have you never heard of monks helping monks? How can you bear to let us suffer here?"

The monks of Jin Guang Temple spoke with righteous indignation, as if Tang Sanzang had done something very immoral to them.

However, the logic in their words was laughable.

Tang Sanzang originally wanted to leave some labor force for the Kingdom of Jise, but upon hearing these provocative words from the monks, he couldn't help but feel anger rising in his heart, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"It seems you really want this poor monk to deliver you to the Western Heaven..."

Tang Sanzang's tone was very cold, full of menace.

However, the monks thought that Tang Sanzang was afraid of something and became even more presumptuous.

"Deliver us, we want you to deliver us to the Western Heaven! Share the merit of seeking scriptures with us all."

The monks of Jin Guang Temple had even imagined themselves in the Western Paradise, possessing supreme merit, achieving Arhatship and Buddhahood, and enjoying the worship of the eight directions of the world.

How wonderful! This could be considered a meteoric rise.

Now is fantasy time!

And Tang Sanzang was the one who would fulfill their fantasies.

Tang Sanzang stopped talking nonsense, clenched his fists, stomped his feet, and shot into the field like a shooting star.

"Then this poor monk will deliver you to the Western Heaven!"

Whoever speaks will have their dicks chopped off!

Before the monks could react, they saw Tang Sanzang's bare fists dancing in the crowd, powerful and majestic, like butterflies flitting through flowers, yet also light and effortless.

Wherever his fists landed, a fresh life would turn into a rain of blood, not even leaving a single piece of flesh, which was truly terrifying.

Upon seeing this, the monks of Jin Guang Temple realized that this Tang Sanzang was not as weak as they had imagined. He really wanted to send people to the Western Heaven—physically send them to the Western Heaven!

"Ah! Crazy, this Tang Sanzang is crazy!"

"Tang Sanzang, you have started a massacre. The Buddha will not spare you!"

"Help! Your Majesty, we are your subjects, save us!"

This group of weathervanes, facing death, even turned to the king for help.

The king was very generous.

"Rest assured, I will clean up your corpses for you."

Just kidding, the king couldn't wait to personally kill a hundred or so monks to relieve his hatred. How could he let them live to see the new year?

Before Jin Guang Temple, Buddha's light shone brightly, but it illuminated a bloody storm!

The rain of blood illuminated in the Buddha's light looked so strange.

And when everyone's attention was focused on the field, no one noticed that one person was missing.

......

Inside Jin Guang Temple.

Jiu Tou Chong had his collarbones pierced, and he was very actively urging the relics to absorb the power of faith and incense.

However, at a certain moment, Jiu Tou Chong stopped. He looked ahead keenly.

"Who?"

No sound came.

Suddenly, a tall figure stood in the darkness, unable to see its true face.

"Who are you? A member of the Demon Clan? What do you want from me!" Jiu Tou Chong's heart was filled with doubt.

The ghostly thing in front of him seemed to have the aura of the Demon Clan, but it was completely different from the Demon Clan he had encountered before.

The figure in front of him had an indescribable sense of contradiction, and Jiu Tou Chong couldn't even tell whether it was a demon or a Buddha.

Pa.

A small booklet fell in front of Jiu Tou Chong out of thin air. Jiu Tou Chong took a closer look and frowned.

"The Lotus Sutra? Why are you giving me scriptures?"

From the darkness, a vague and mysterious voice came.

"A few years later, the sun and moon will change color, and the two masters of the Western Heaven will appear. At that time, you can use this scripture to break free from the shackles of Jin Guang Temple, and then seek me out to achieve Buddhahood together!"

Jiu Tou Chong's brain was not working well. Achieve Buddhahood together? Was this a person from the Buddhist sect?!

But, does the Western Heaven have such a figure?

"Hey, who are you anyway!"

Jiu Tou Chong's voice echoed in the empty Jin Guang Temple, but the person in the shadows had long since disappeared.