The journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures is right at your feet.

The seemingly impossible task did not take too long for Tang Sanzang.

However, many things along the way did not match what was written in the script.

However, the Buddhas were too lazy to interfere.

As long as the final result and the core remain unchanged, other changes will not be a big problem.

It is even possible to ignore it directly.

And when Tang Sanzang truly set foot in the Western Paradise, almost all the Buddhas felt something in their hearts and smiled: "Not bad, not bad, it comes so fast."

A Bodhisattva counted on his fingers and said: "There is still one difficulty missing from the 81 difficulties. This cannot be considered as the perfection of merit."

"No problem."

"It will only make things more difficult for the monks who are responsible for receiving them."

"Yes, Buddha."

“···”

······

“Almost there, almost there.”

In endless nothingness.

The figure, who had been silent for who knows how many years, raised his head. His drooping hair obscured more than 95% of his face, but his ink-black eyes were particularly obvious.

“How wonderful…”

“Hehehe.”

"Hahaha···"

"Ahem."

"I'm looking forward to it."

······

“Is this the Western Paradise?”

Sun Wuxia's consciousness spread out, observing everything around her. Then, she slowly frowned, "It really is a 'peaceful place'."

"It is indeed very peaceful." Zhu Bajie added.

Tang Sanzang said at this moment: "It's just a false peace."

Sun Wuxia laughed strangely.

Zhu Bajie was stunned: "Ah?"

He was confused.

Why would Master say such a thing?

As a monk, and a Buddhist pilgrim, in the land of the West, saying such words...

Are you going to rebel?!

Tang Sanzang just sneered: "It looks peaceful, sacred, and Buddha's light is shining everywhere, but in fact, it is just... Humph."

"I don't even want to say more!"

He really despised and hated it.

It is precisely because of this that such a "heaven-defying act" occurred.

He has even put life and death aside.

I just want to awaken Buddhism with my passion, even if...

It can only have a slight impact.

Even if it can only touch some monks.

At least it will be better than now!

He also hopes that he can inspire some people like his "revolutionary" predecessors.

Then, everyone worked together.

Together···

Strive!

Just hope to fight for a better tomorrow!

My own life and death doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter whether I can hold on until that day or whether I can see that day.

I want to be that spark.

Even, it is not necessary to set the prairie on fire.

As long as I can create other star-like flames, my death will be worthwhile.

“···”

"Amitabha."

Finally met the Buddhist monks.

The other party is very 'giving' face.

Like a laughing arhat, his face was full of bright smiles. He held Tang Sanzang's hand, asked about his well-being, and was very kind, like a family member who had not seen him for many years, caring about everything about him.

But it didn't last long.

In just a few words, he brought the topic to the journey to the West.

Tang Sanzang was looking forward to this, so he smiled and said, "Business is more important."

"Brother, please lead the way."

"Okay, okay."

"It's rare that you, Junior Brother, are still thinking about the journey after such a long journey. I, Senior Brother, naturally can't be vague."

"Come with me, I will take you to the Sutra Library."

"This true scripture has 9981 volumes, each of which is rare in the world and can educate the world. When you retrieve them, the world will be blessed."

The monk never stopped smiling.

Tang Sanzang didn't say anything else.

He just kept nodding: "Yes, yes, yes."

You are right~~~

"That's natural~!"

The monk smiled even more.

In his opinion, it was obvious that Tang Sanzang was a sensible person.

He understood everything I said~!

Therefore, you can continue.

He understands~

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Speaking of which, for your journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, our entire Buddhist sect and the entire Western Paradise have put in a lot of effort."

"From beginning to end, from the beginning to the end, I don't know how much manpower, material resources and financial resources were mobilized, this, this, haha."

He rubbed his right thumb, index finger and middle finger together.

The meaning is already very clear.

But Tang Sanzang pretended not to understand and just echoed: "Brother, what you said is very true. This time, the Buddhist sect has made great efforts and tried their best to obtain the true scriptures."

"First of all, I would like to thank you on behalf of the countless people in the Three Thousand Continents."

The monk was stunned.

Then he frowned slowly and the smile on his face disappeared.

How can you say that?!

What are you doing?

He was so smart before, as if he knew everything, but why is he so weak to praise?

You don't understand when it comes to serious business, right?

snort!

He was indignant in his heart, but he did not show it. He just said, "Of course I have to thank you. After all, we Buddhists have sacrificed too much for the people of the world."

"But, this thank you... has to be divided into different levels."

"If you just have a mouth full of blank teeth, it would be too insincere."

Still need sincerity?

Tang Sanzang sneered in his heart.

His face was full of confusion: "Ah?"

"this···"

"Why do we have to classify gratitude into different levels?"

"Of course we have to divide it!"

The monk raised his voice: "What sincerity is there in empty talk?"

Tang Sanzang retorted: "But we Buddhists are not..."

"How about Buddhism?"

The monk interrupted him with a wave of his hand and continued, "Have you heard that the Dharma cannot be taught in person? Moreover, how can such a true scripture be casually passed on to the world?"

"But···"

"No buts!"

"Do you know how much the Buddha received from his followers when he preached to them?"

Tang Sanzang was horrified: "The Buddha is teaching the Dharma to his followers, but he also wants to receive benefits?"

“Nonsense!”

"How can that be called a benefit?"

“That’s called sincerity!”

"You are not sincere. How can the Buddha know whether you are sincere or not? If you pass on the Dharma to someone who shouldn't be taught, isn't that a sin?"

“Therefore, this step cannot be omitted.”

The monk stopped and stared at Tang Sanzang.

The meaning is obvious.

I've said this much, it's impossible that you still don't understand, right?

This benefit must be given whether you want to or not!

Seeing that Tang Sanzang was still hesitating, the monk became unhappy and frowned, saying, "The sutra should not be passed on lightly, and it should not be taken without any effort."

"Not to mention the Buddha himself, even when we go out to preach the sutra, there are not eighty-one volumes. We only recite the sutra once to ensure the safety of the living and the liberation of the deceased."

"That's it. I begged for three dou and three liters of rice and got a grain of gold. The Buddha even scolded us for selling it too cheaply, leaving our descendants with no money to use."

Tang Sanzang: “…”

Damn.

Three dou and three liters of gold is about four hundred kilograms. That's all, and you still say it's sold at a low price?

Although gold is of little use to those who practice Taoism, for ordinary people, even if you can't be as rich as a country, you have to be a hegemon at least to be qualified to ask you to recite scriptures, right?

And it’s fucking cheap?

What a dark heart!!!

"Tang Sanzang, do you understand now?"

Tang Sanzang frowned: "So."

"If you don't give benefits, you can't get the true scriptures?"

The monk laughed strangely and said, "It's a bit crude, but the logic is correct."

"How can you obtain the true scriptures without giving benefits?"

"How can I see your sincerity if I don't give you enough benefits?"

"Hey!"

Sun Wuxia jumped up: "You damn bald ass."

"We are not seeking the scriptures for ourselves, but for the people of the world and to spread Buddhism. Moreover, we are not seeking the scriptures on our own initiative, but under the guidance of you, the great monks and bodhisattvas!"

"All of this was arranged by your Buddhist sect."

"Now, you are asking us for favors? How shameless!"

"We did the work, we walked the road, and we killed the monsters."

"In the end, you still want our benefits. Fine, fine."

"Is there such a shameless thing in the world?"

"If you, the Buddhist sect, can't give me an explanation, I, Old Sun, will go crazy!"

This paragraph~

Sun Wuxia actually knew it.

After all, I've heard of Journey to the West.

Precisely because she knew this, she was very clear that in the entire journey to the West, only this moment of rage was the most 'normal' and 'reasonable'.

How fresh~!

Under your guidance, even under your shameless and tough demands~!

We have worked so hard, slept in the open air, risked our lives, traveled countless miles, killed countless monsters, and cleaned up the mess for you 'official personnel' countless times.

Okay.

In the end, I finally achieved something. The true scriptures are right in front of me, and you just need to give it to me.

And you fucking ask me for benefits?

How do you say this...

You cried and begged, and even pointed a gun at me, forcing me to come to your house to learn from you.

But when I came, you held the scriptures and said, "If you don't give me benefits, you can't take the scriptures away!"

And the benefits are not few!

For ordinary people, just to listen to the scriptures once, three dou and three liters of rice and a grain of gold are sold at a low price. You want to take away the eighty-one volumes of the true scriptures, how much benefit you can get is up to you.

Not enough?

There are plenty of ways to make things difficult for you.

Come.

Give me some benefits~!

I ask, who can bear this?

How wronged we are?

Why?!

When has my sister Monkey ever suffered such humiliation?

Bang!

With a shake of her head, Optimus Prime appeared instantly. She grabbed him with one hand and slammed him to the ground.

Boom!!!

The entire hall was shaking, as if it was about to collapse.

"Bald ass!"

Sun Wuxia bared her fangs: "You can ask around. When have I ever been treated like this? Even in the Immortal Palace, I killed many people!"

"You used all means to get us to come and learn from you, but now you want us to 'buy it at our own expense'?"

"No matter how hard you try, there's no such thing as this!"

"I just don't believe that those high and mighty Buddhas would make such an arrangement. In my opinion, it must be you, a black-hearted bald ass, who made the decision on your own and wanted to benefit yourself."

"today!"

"You have to give this sutra whether you want to or not."

"Otherwise, I, Old Sun, will smash you into pulp with one blow of my stick~!"

“···”

The monk's face suddenly changed.

The sudden outburst of power from Sun Wuxia was really scary.

Even though he was two realms higher than Sun Wuxia, he was still trembling all over under the sudden outburst of the other party. He could only force himself to say, "Monkey!"

"This is a sacred place for Buddhism. How dare you mess around?"

"Have you converted to Buddhism in all these years and converted to dogs?"

"Tang Sanzang, quickly recite the Tightening Curse to make this monkey stop. Otherwise, you will all be in trouble."

Sudden.

He found something wrong.

"Um?"

"Where's the golden hoop?!"

"Monkey, where's your hoop?"

The only responses he got were Sun Wuxia's hideous grin and Tang Sanzang's indifference.

There is also Zhu Bajie's confused face and Monk Sha's "Who am I, where am I, and what should I do?"

Plus a white dragon horse who keeps his head down, looking very worried.

"True Scripture, will you give it to me or not?!"

Sun Wuxia stepped forward and extended a hand.

The monks were horrified and used various means to force Sun Wuxia to retreat.

However, Sun Wuxia's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Even if he used every possible means, he could not stop Sun Wuxia at all.

That monkey hand covered with golden hair penetrated all spells and obstacles, forcibly broke through all means, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up with one hand like an ordinary person!

During this process, he even used astonishing means to seal all his strength!

"Give it or not?!"

boom!

Sun Wuxia exploded again.

The astonishing evil spirit swept over, as if the monk saw a prehistoric giant monster.

Even Optimus Prime has been raised high.

It seemed that once he dared to say no, Optimus Prime would come down and beat him into a pulp!

"you···"

"You Bimawen!!!"

"Monster Monkey..."

The monk trembled and spoke with difficulty.

But I was almost scared to death.

At the same time, he didn't dare to speak.

Who the hell dares to say that?

Logically speaking, he also felt that this operation was outrageous.

You let others come to learn from you, and then ask them for benefits after they are done. Isn't this bullying?

Isn't this clearly a forced sale?

Moreover, the process of forced buying and selling makes people suffer a lot!

Where can you play like this?

But there was nothing he could do.

It's not something you can decide on your own.

Everything is arranged by the boss above.

I was just following orders.

Because of this, at this moment, he didn't even dare to tell the truth. He could only hold on and delay time in the hope that the big guys above would quickly take action to save his life.

at the same time···

He even began to reflect.

Reflecting on everything I have done from birth to now, I want to figure out whether I have offended the bigwigs of Buddhism at some point in time or in some matter.

This makes them want to take this opportunity to kill themselves.

Otherwise, why would I give myself such a strange and difficult task?

But.

I can’t think of it.

It seems that I haven't offended them, right?

So, why is this happening?

······

Sun Wuxia got angry.

Tang San’s burial was unknown.

The monk was almost frightened to death.

The Buddha, who was high above and paying close attention to every word and action of Tang Sanzang and others, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha."

"This demon monkey has remained stubborn after all these years and cannot tolerate any grievance."

"But this is the right thing to do."

"What the Buddha said is absolutely right." The Bodhisattva who was beside him exclaimed: "There is only one difficulty left among the eighty-one difficulties. As the saying goes, it is difficult to defy fate. To ensure the success of this matter, this difficulty can be changed but not eliminated."

"If this demon monkey makes such a fuss and starts fighting again, the eighty-one difficulties will be complete."

"After the fight is over, you, the Buddha, will come forward and explain that all this is caused by the monks' greed, and all 'misunderstandings' will be resolved."

"In this case, I will hand over the true scriptures to them."

"Not only can I complete my merit, but I can also use it to teach these bald asses a lesson."

"Perfect!"

The Bodhisattva became happier the more he spoke.

But the Buddha's brows slowly wrinkled, and he looked at the Bodhisattva, his lips opened and closed, and one word popped out: "Me?"

The Bodhisattva was stunned.

Then I understood.

He quickly corrected himself and said, "It was a slip of the tongue. It was me."

"I'll go and explain it to them."

"Please punish me, Buddha."

"snort."

The Buddha snorted and said nothing more.

The Bodhisattva then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely frightened.

How could he be so straightforward and say all this?

Isn't this just a way of saying that the Buddha is cunning and worthless, and that everything is arranged by him?

Although all this was indeed his intention and his instruction, how could the Buddha take the blame? Naturally, he had to do the "hard work" and take the blame.

Damn it~!

Alas~!

······

"Give it or not?"

Sun Wuxia pressed the issue again.

However, the monk in front of him refused to give a direct answer. He just avoided the question and even said something like "Amitabha" to delay time.

Sun Wuxia snorted coldly. She had been prepared for a long time. How could she give him another chance at this moment?

“Okay, okay!”

"Such monks are truly the scum of Buddhism."

"Today, I, Old Sun, will clean up the house, get rid of all of you scum, and restore peace and order to my Buddhist sect."

"Die!"

boom!!!

Optimus Prime falls.

Even within the magnificent Buddhist temple, it was still stirring up endless storms in the sky.

Boom!!!

This monk had already been sealed by all means of Sun Wuxia. At this moment, he was hit by a stick. His protective magic weapon could resist for a moment, but it was only a moment before it was blown to pieces!

He died without even having time to scream.

"You're such a demon monkey!!!"

The monk died suddenly.

Inside the hall, the other monks who were originally doing their respective duties suddenly "jumped" out, surrounded the master and his disciples, and demanded to hold them accountable.

"You are all members of my Buddhist sect. As the saying goes, sweeping the floor is not to hurt the lives of ants, and be careful to protect the moths that fly around the lamp."

"In this sacred place of the West Heaven, you actually dare to be so cruel to your fellow disciples. You are really brave!"

"Why don't you surrender quickly!?"

"Give up?"

Sun Wuxia had already made up her mind to use this as an excuse to go crazy, so how could she hold back at all?

At this moment, she just laughed grimly. Not only did she not show any intention of surrendering, but she became even more aggressive and arrogant: "You are the ones who should surrender, you bastards!!!"

"This pure Buddhist place has become filled with the stink of money because of you worthless people. It's really disgusting!"

"It's still not too late for you to stop now and hand over the scriptures immediately, otherwise!"

"I, Old Sun, will make you all regret coming into this world."

"hand over···"

"True Scripture!"

boom!!!

As soon as the word "Zhen Jing" came out, it turned into an endless gust of wind, blowing the monks so hard that they couldn't open their eyes and even staggered. (End of this chapter)