Chapter 14 - 14 14 The Language of Three Murders

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14: Chapter 14: The Language of Three Murders 14: Chapter 14: The Language of Three Murders Sunlight Bodhisattva signaled his brother with his eyes, asking him to say no more. However, by that time Moonlight Bodhisattva was already furious. He said icily, “Demon Monkey, you have recklessly slaughtered the Victorious Fighting Buddha, destroyed Mount Ling, and disgraced our Buddhist Sect. Today, you interfere in the internal affairs of our sect. How can I spare you? Today, I shall behead you, Demon Monkey, to establish authority for our sect.” The expression of the Sunlight Bodhisattva slightly changed. Even Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva kept his distance from Moonlight Bodhisattva, appearing indifferent to the affair. Sandalwood Merit Buddha followed Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva closely, making sure not to let Sun Wukong notice him. Last time in Mount Ling, that Rascal Monkey almost killed him. If targeted by that Rascal Monkey again, he certainly wouldn’t be as lucky as the last time. Humm. A bright moon rose behind Moonlight Bodhisattva, with boundless moonlight pouring forth, intertwining to form a cage, enveloping Sun Wukong below. He actually made his move directly. Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva’s eyes twitched slightly; that Moonlight Bodhisattva truly had...admirable courage. Seeing Moonlight Bodhisattva spring into action, Sunlight Bodhisattva sighed; behind him rose a golden Great Sun, radiating infinite Buddha’s Light. Sun and Moon shared the sky, shining upon each other, and the power of the cage increased several times instantly. “Well done.” Sun Wukong laughed heartily; he did not use the Golden Hoop but charged forward directly. A Ferocious Ape materialized behind him, towering thousands of meters high. “Roar.” Sun Wukong roared. The Ferocious Ape mimicked his action. The cage was instantly shattered, sending Moonlight Bodhisattva and Sunlight Bodhisattva flying out. They spewed blood, directly blasted out of the Purple Bamboo Forest. Sun Wukong retracted his aura, not pursuing further. He muttered to himself, “I didn’t even use much strength, yet you fell down.” Sandalwood Merit Buddha watched the scene before him in terror; the monkey’s strength had increased more than just a bit since before. If he had known the monkey was so powerful, why would he have sided with Six-Eared Macaque? He would have surely embraced Sun Wukong first and recounted the apprenticeship of the past. Now he regretted it too late. Sun Wukong’s expression was somewhat odd; curiously he asked, “Bodhisattva Guanyin, I’ve always had a doubt that has troubled Old Sun for many years.” “Ask.” The Bodhisattva Guanyin smiled. Even though she had just narrowly escaped a fatal disaster, she remained compassionate and gentle. Sun Wukong’s expression was strange, then he smirked mischievously, “They say that Buddhist monks shouldn’t consume meat, but if a monk consumes his own blood, I wonder if that is considered a violation of the precepts?” The Bodhisattva Guanyin knew Sun Wukong was teasing but still explained, “Naturally it doesn’t count. Abstaining from meat is to cultivate a compassionate heart, sever the desire for meat, and enhance spiritual practices. Tasting one’s own blood won’t impact achieving these objectives.” So that’s how it is. Sun Wukong understood. He glanced at Mahasthamaprapta. “Amitabha Buddha, I will leave now.” Mahasthamaprapta brought his hands together, leading the monks away from there. A crisis had been averted. However, joy was absent from the face of the Bodhisattva Guanyin, Her eyes were filled with compassion and concern. Suddenly, Sun Wukong soared up into the air. He pulled the Golden Cudgel from his ear and fiercely smashed it down. Two figures emerged from the void, appearing somewhat disheveled, yet uninjured. “Manjusri, Samantabhadra, you just watched as Bodhisattva Guanyin was in peril and didn’t lift a finger.” Sun Wukong said coldly, clearly having no fondness for these two individuals. Manjushri Bodhisattva faintly smiled, not disputing. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, however, huffed coldly, showing dissatisfaction. Bodhisattva Guanyin said, “Don’t blame the two Bodhisattvas, if it were me, I would have done the same.” Sun Wukong furrowed his brow, looking at Bodhisattva Guanyin, and asked, “What exactly happened?” “I cannot say; I don’t want you to get involved.” Bodhisattva Guanyin smiled compassionately, yet tinged with faint helplessness. Sun Wukong could not help but laugh sarcastically. Not wanting him to get involved? Yet, he was already involved. Ever since Ksitigarbha had released him, ever since demons had killed Ksitigarbha, he had been involved. Bodhisattva Guanyin wanted to protect him, to keep him aloof, but it was just wishful thinking. Seeing Bodhisattva Guanyin withholding, Sun Wukong said sternly, “Since you don’t want to tell, Old Sun won’t ask anymore. But as long as Old Sun is here, no one can think of hurting you. If the Buddhist Sect kills you, I will exterminate all the Buddhist disciples and Bodhisattvas in the Three Realms. If the Heavenly Court dares to kill you, I will destroy its remnants. If demons among them kill you, Old Sun will slay all the demons in the world.” With Sun Wukong’s words, a terrifying murderous intent released from him, shaking the Three Realms. This vow-like speech made those powerful sacred demons falter. “Amitabha Buddha.” A Buddhist chant came from the Pure Land. Within the Purple Forbidden Enclosure, the Great Emperor Ziwei snorted coldly. In a deep, dark hall, a creepy, cackling laugh resonated, chilling those who heard it. In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuan smiled with lips curled, the monkey was still as untamed as ever. ... “You, this monkey.” Bodhisattva Guanyin sighed yet her lips curled into a smile. In the realms of heaven and earth, there are indeed some lovable beings. “Mr. Monkey is so cool.” Red Boy’s eyes sparkled, his admiration for Mr. Monkey growing even stronger. After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he retracted his aura, suddenly smirked mischievously, and said, “Bodhisattva, You are compassionate by nature and surely would not want to see Old Sun seeking revenge for you, only to bring fatal trouble upon myself. For my sake, you must absolutely not die.” Bodhisattva Guanyin nodded slightly. “Wukong, you must not be impulsive either. There are too many things in this world you do not understand. If it’s not necessary to die, you must live on.” Sun Wukong scratched his head, sensing from Bodhisattva’s words that she did not have much hope for the future. He was too lazy to think too much and promptly took his leave. With the Bodhisattva’s strength, as long as she did not wish to die, there was almost no one in the Three Realms who could kill her. Lady Dragon of Wealth hesitated, seemed about to follow him, but reluctant to leave the Bodhisattva, she ultimately did not move. “Auntie, you’re not falling for Mr. Monkey, are you?” Red Boy joked with a mischievous laugh, managing to embarrass Lady Dragon of Wealth greatly. She glared at Red Boy, but did not retort. Bodhisattva Guanyin watching this scene, sighed softly in her heart. Dragon Girl and Sun Wukong were from two different worlds. The reason she had entrusted Dragon Girl to Sun Wukong previously was because she had a death wish. Now that the disaster had passed, Dragon Girl was no longer suitable to stay by Sun Wukong’s side. The Bodhisattva knew, Sun Wukong had been dragged into the fray. Sun Wukong leaving without saying goodbye, leaving Dragon Girl here, also implied this, severing ties with Dragon Girl. In front of Yang Mansion at the Guan River Mouth, Li Jing looked embarrassed. Accompanied by Jin Zha and Mu Zha, he knocked on the grand doors of Yang Mansion. The door was opened by Nezha. “Why have you come?” Nezha furrowed his brow and with a bang, he immediately closed the door. The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King nearly lost his temper; such a rebellious son.

Chapter 14 - 14 14 The Language of Three Murders

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