Chapter 54 - 54 54 Buddha's Not Dead

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54: Chapter 54 Buddha’s Not Dead? 54: Chapter 54 Buddha’s Not Dead? Sun Wukong smiled faintly and said, “To be precise, after I was captured, I never saw him again. I don’t know what Brother Nihou meant by forcing my followers to do that.” The Wind-Listening Great Sage, Macaque King, smiled slightly and said, “It seems that my subordinates were unaware of the relationship between you and me, thus they did such things. I ask for your forgiveness, Nihou.” The Black Snake Demon hurriedly said, “Yes, I was not aware of the relationship between the Great Sage Grandfather and my master, so I was bewitched and committed such foolish acts. I beg the Great Sage Grandfather and my master for forgiveness.” The Macaque King responded with a light smile, “Since it was a misunderstanding, Nihou, please forgive my unworthy subordinate.” “Is that so? Actually, there’s one thing I’ve wanted to ask Brother Nihou. Could it be that the Six-Eared Macaque was also a misunderstanding?” The Macaque King’s pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed on Sun Wukong, and the smile at the corner of his mouth turned cold. “I don’t understand what you mean, Nihou?” Sun Wukong’s mouth quirked slightly. He didn’t answer the Macaque King, but said instead, “If I remember correctly, the Buddhist Sect highly values the Power of Incense and Fire. Brother Nihou once claimed to be the Demon King, but I’ve faintly sensed an aura of Buddha Sect on you. Could it be so?” The Macaque King didn’t speak. His expression dark, he stared at Sun Wukong, waiting for him to continue. Without waiting for the Macaque King to speak, Sun Wukong chuckled lightly and asked, “I wonder what the relationship between the Tathagata Buddha and Brother Nihou is?” The Macaque King suddenly laughed, saying, “Nihou, has anyone ever told you that you’re actually very clever?” Sun Wukong did not comment but let out a slight sigh. “There are some things I’d rather not think about, nor delve into deeply, but there always seem to be people who have a death wish, incessantly hopping around in front of me. All your schemes, whatever grand trends of the world or great calamities of the Three Realms, Old Sun really doesn’t want to be involved. But why must you involve Old Sun in your calculations?” Without waiting for the Macaque King to reply, Sun Wukong glanced at the Black Snake Demon and said, “I can spare this little demon, but let this be the end of the brotherhood between us. When we meet in the future, we won’t be brothers, but I also hope we won’t have to become enemies.” “Agreed,” said the Macaque King. He gave Sun Wukong a deep look, then his phantom disappeared. The Black Snake Demon revealed a smile of someone who had escaped from calamity. “Don’t come here again in the future,” Sun Wukong stated flatly. The Black Snake Demon quickly vowed never to dare to come again. Without Sun Wukong even needing to say it, he would keep his distance from this place. Sun Wukong’s territory—no minor demon dared to make trouble here. After the Black Snake Demon left, the fishermen below worshipped Sun Wukong. Waves of Power of Incense and Prayers came his way, and Sun Wukong could feel his path of cultivation slowly progressing. He nodded to the villagers, then left some spirituality within the Great Sage Temple. This was to officially announce that this place was under his protection. Any demon or supernatural being thinking of causing trouble here would have to weigh their options carefully. After doing all this, Sun Wukong disappeared. He found King Ksitigarbha, stared at him, and asked, “Is Tathagata dead?” King Ksitigarbha had a grave look on his face. Buddha had died. That was what he told Sun Wukong. But now, he too was doubting it. Especially since the Macaque King was collecting the Power of Incense and Devotion Power—it was quite unusual. “What do you suspect?” King Ksitigarbha inquired, wanting to know what Sun Wukong was thinking. Sun Wukong said in a grave tone, “Tathagata is not dead. The Macaque King is collecting the Power of Incense and Prayers for Tathagata. I suspect Tathagata’s death was faked, all for the Eastern Continent.” King Ksitigarbha shuddered. If what Sun Wukong suspected was true, once unveiled, it would certainly shock the world. The Eastern Continent had always been a region untouched by the Buddhist Realm. This is where the Daoist Sect resides, and the Buddhist Sect has never been able to gain a foothold here. If they could devise a plan for the Eastern Continent, with the Buddhist Sect’s influence spread across three continents, the time might come when changing the heavens and the earth wouldn’t be impossible. “So, Great Sage, what should we do?” Ksitigarbha asked. Sun Wukong looked at him in surprise and countered, “What does it have to do with us?” Ksitigarbha was stunned. Sun Wukong curled his lips and said, “Old Sun is but a demon, belonging neither to the Daoist Sect nor to the Buddhist Sect. Let them fight among themselves, what does it have to do with Old Sun? As for who rules the Three Realms, what does it matter to me, as long as they don’t provoke Old Sun, I don’t care if they live or die.” Ksitigarbha: “...” Sun Wukong looked at him with disdain and said, “Despite being one of the four great Bodhisattvas of Mount Ling, you actually want to stop Tathagata. If I were Tathagata, I’d jump out and give you a beating first.” Ksitigarbha: “...” Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, “Alright, continue hiding here, Old Sun is leaving.” After saying that, he left with a carefree attitude. King Ksitigarbha smiled bitterly, the Great Sage really is carefree. His Divine Thought saw the distant fishermen, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Sun Wukong, who had already left the area, suddenly shivered. “Why do I have a bad premonition, who is scheming against Old Sun?” Sun Wukong calculated a bit. But he was ultimately not skilled in divination, and naturally came up with nothing. Sun Wukong didn’t return to Huaguo Mountain; to verify his suspicions, he invisibly roamed the Eastern Continent for investigation. Temples rose, one after another, not dedicated to the immortals of the Heavenly Court, but to various demons. However, these temples were all located in remote areas, where the population was not dense. Even if discovered by immortals, they wouldn’t care much, believing it was just some demons following the Immortal Dao, gathering the Power of Incense and Prayers to advance their cultivation. The immortals allowed this, as long as those demons did no evil and instead did good deeds to accumulate virtue, collecting the Power of Incense and Prayers, and doing good to increase their fortune. Some of the Human Assisting Celestials in the Mortal World were such minor demons. In the entire Eastern Continent, there were at least seven hundred minor demons gathering the Power of Incense and Prayers. Besides the established minor demons, there were over five hundred suspects, occupying many areas of the Eastern Continent. If this really was Tathagata’s scheme, that old cunning fellow was truly audacious. In doing so, it would be equivalent to shaking the foundation of the Daoist Sect, completely breaking with the Daoist Sect. “No, that’s not right, even if Tathagata had this idea, how could the immortals be willing? With the strength of the Buddhist Realm, even if they joined forces, they couldn’t possibly be a match for the Heavenly Court, and if it really came to a fight, just two of the Four Heavenly Kings taking action would be enough to obliterate the Buddhist Realm.” Sun Wukong frowned. That was even if the Buddhist Realm was united, which was unlikely. Just the relationship between Amitabha Buddha and Tathagata, he would never help Tathagata. “What a headache.” Sun Wukong scratched his head. “Eh, Great Sage.” A surprised voice exclaimed. Was he recognized? Sun Wukong turned around. The auspicious light of heaven flickered, and the five-colored auspicious clouds never stopped flying. The White Crane’s call resounded across nine heavens, while the purple orchids beautifully bloomed a thousand petals. In the midst of it all, there appeared an Immortal, with a lofty appearance and a distinctive grace. He danced with the rainbows, hanging high above the Han heavens, his waist adorned with a Treasure Talisman that defied life and death. It was none other than the Barefoot Immortal.

Chapter 54 - 54 54 Buddha's Not Dead

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