Chapter 35035 Why not go to Qianyuan Mountain?
Crane naturally escaped being roasted by Little Lotus, but he wasn't much better off either. While his possession wasn't his fault, his nagging angered Little Lotus, so he was the one who suffered in the end. Little Lotus didn't actually attack him, but half of his beautiful feathers were burned. Thus, the once ethereal and cold Master fell into the mortal realm.
After I came out, He took advantage of the fact that Little Lotus's attention was diverted and flew to his own cave at the top of his voice.
I think Xiao Lianhua deliberately let him go, otherwise, neither the Qiankun Circle nor the Hun Tian Ling could catch him?
And, if... I mean, if I had asked one more question when He was talking about the Shanhe Shejitu, would the result have been different?
But I couldn't say this. Little Lotus was really upset this time. Besides being tricked, more importantly, he had used the lotus form throughout the painting, making it impossible for him to start.
There is something more important at this moment than the crane's matter.
After I left the world in the painting, the "Map of Mountains, Rivers and States" that was suspended in the air suddenly lost its support. It was like a piece of silk that was shaken out, rolling and stretching, but then falling down irretrievably.
"Take my stick!" A sharp sound, like the scraping of metal, was incredibly penetrating. Sun Wukong's eyes widened as he swung his golden cudgel, ready to strike. Just as the scroll was about to be crushed by his cudgel, a cry of "Great Sage, wait!" A red silk thread quickly wrapped around the scroll, pulling it free from Sun Wukong's cudgel.
Sun Wukong missed his attack and after putting away his golden cudgel, his tone suddenly rose and he bared his teeth as he questioned Little Lotus and Nezha: "Third Prince, what do you mean by this?" The sharp and angry emotion was completely integrated into his voice.
Zhu Bajie chimed in, "My master was almost captured and taken as a bride! Why did the Third Prince still want to save that demon?"
As if he occupied the moral high ground, Zhu Bajie was not afraid of Nezha when they confronted him.
Nezha frowned. Tang Seng took the lead and stepped forward, raising his hand to stop Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie. He looked compassionate and sighed, "Amitabha, Wukong, Bajie, this man has also suffered a miserable fate. Please spare his life!"
Sun Wukong winked and bared his teeth in annoyance, then he flashed over to Tang Sanzang with his golden cudgel, speaking faster than ever before, crackling:
"Master, that's just a remnant soul, not even a complete soul. Yet, he has set his sights on you. Master, don't be fooled by him!"
Tang Sanzang sighed and advised again: "Since we want to wipe out the remaining souls, why do we need to kill them all?"
At this time, Nezha held up the scroll and said to Sun Wukong, "Great Sage, it's not that I want to protect that remnant soul, but this matter involves the destruction of the River God. I must report this to the Jade Emperor before making any plans!"
Sun Wukong sighed heavily, flicked his sleeves and snorted, "I don't care anymore!"
"Wukong!" Tang Seng went to persuade him anxiously.
Nezha hurriedly said goodbye to them, then looked at me and Little Lotus, "I'm going back to Heaven to report on my duties. You two shouldn't leave Yunshui River for the next few days!"
Little Lotus crossed her arms and said coldly, "Why should we listen to you?"
I tugged at the little lotus, and it gave me a disapproving look. I avoided his gaze and said to Nezha sheepishly, "We don't have anywhere else to go except the Yunshui River. But, when you say a few days, do you mean it's based on the heavens or the earthly world?"
One day in heaven is one year on earth, so this time must be determined.
Nezha probably didn't expect me to ask such a question. He was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Then don't leave before I come!" After that, he flew away on the Wind Fire Wheel.
After he left, Little Lotus's tone darkened slightly, "Why did you say that to him?"
I was puzzled. "What's the matter? This is just a simple exchange of favors. We are from another world and don't know when we will return. Why not get to know this Three Altar Marshal? You are all Nezha. Is there any better fate than this?"
That’s really not the case.
"Three Altar Marshals, what a powerful authority!" Little Lotus raised an eyebrow. I suspected he was being sarcastic, but I had no evidence. Seeing my speechless expression, he pinched my cheek and said with a smile, "It was just a joke."
Really? I don’t believe it.
Sun Wukong was persuaded to calm down. I stepped forward and said to Tang Sanzang, "Holy Monk, may I speak with you?"
Tang Seng turned around, seemed to know what I was going to say, and said gently: "Fairy, please."
Tang Seng and I walked to a distance of about a hundred meters from them. At first, neither of us spoke. Tang Seng was not anxious either, and his gentle expression easily made people let down their guard.
Looking at the tranquil Yunshui River, I sighed, "If the holy monk had passed by that day, I'm sure the situation would have developed differently."
Whether it was the death of the first Lady Yunshui, or the mutual destruction of the last one, if Tang Monk and his disciples had passed by, perhaps things would have really changed.
The problems of Yunshui Village have persisted for many years. Tang Sanzang is the tenth incarnation, and thanks to the protection of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng, he has made it this far. The nine previous incarnations of the pilgrims were all alone, often eaten by the Flowing Sand River, their journey cut short by the river. It's realistic to assume they wouldn't have reached Yunshui Village. But people always want to imagine.
"Fairy, it's like a dream, an illusion, or a bubble. You should view it this way." He clasped his hands together and smiled. "Amitabha."
I pursed my lips and said, "Saint Monk, I understand the truth, but I just feel uncomfortable." I sat cross-legged on the riverbank. "Perhaps this is just a test from the Buddha, but for me... Tell me, am I the reincarnation of Ayu?"
Reading too many novels naturally leads me to think this way. I'm not quite sure what answers I want, so I don't want to ask more questions in my paintings.
I should have ignored these things, but after personally experiencing A-mei's transformation into a spirit and then cutting off her flesh, I always ask myself: Why me?
There are four people trapped in the painting. Why am I his sister? Why do I have to experience these horrific scenes? It's not that I want others to experience it, but there must be a reason for this arrangement. And this reason always makes me think about that level.
Tang Monk smiled and said, "Fairy, do you know that this is my tenth life?"
Me: “I’ve heard a little bit about it.”
"The Buddha once said that in my previous life, I was one of his disciples, named Jin Chanzi. Because I refused to listen to the teachings and disrespected the great teachings, my true spirit was banished and I was reborn in the East. However, I failed in my nine attempts to obtain the scriptures. In this tenth life, I encountered the white bones of nine generations on the journey. This allowed me to see that the five aggregates are empty and to transcend all suffering. This is how fairies should be."
I put my hand into the Yunshui River and suddenly felt that it was no different from the painting.
"Saint monk, your words are truly enlightening. Thank you very much." I sincerely thanked Tang Seng. It's not that I truly understood his words. After all, I don't understand Buddhism and have no experience of reincarnation. All I have is the ability to control my emotions.
Whether I am A-mei’s reincarnation or not, it has nothing to do with me.
Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, since there is no eternal and unchanging entity, I should not worry about this.
"Before I left, I asked him why he chose a holy monk as his bride. What do you think his answer was?"
Tang Seng just smiled.
I said slowly, "He said he said three words to you, the holy monk. Did you understand at that moment that he was... begging you?"
This is something I figured out later.
I don't know if I can be replaced after being chosen as the bride, but as a brother, when you learned that your sister was chosen as the bride, did you have a moment of wanting to replace her?
Perhaps he couldn't replace the bride, or perhaps he backed off at that time. But no matter what, when Tang Seng agreed, did he see his heart clearly?
I have no way of knowing his state of mind, and in fact, I don't really want to know. What's happened is gone, and since it can't be changed, there's no need to regret it.
To quote an internet saying, you've already done what you're sorry for, so there's no need to apologize again.
"Fairy, I have spent nine lifetimes as steps on the bones of this humble monk. In the tenth lifetime, I will ascend to the lotus platform."
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After seeing off Tang Sanzang and his disciples, the Yunshui River finally quieted down. When we were trapped in the painting, Sun Wukong killed the White Bone Demon in a rage. He was exiled by Tang Sanzang because of the White Bone Demon, so naturally he was not convinced. So when he learned that Tang Sanzang was captured by the monster, he directly hit him with a stick.
Nezha spared the White Bone Demon's life precisely for this moment. Ultimately, the White Bone Demon is merely an NPC on the pilgrimage. Of course, its status as an NPC is a testament to its historical devastation. I've heard somewhere about the three attacks on the White Bone Demon, or the "decapitation of its three corpses," and now it seems to be quite plausible.
After Sun Wukong defeated the White Bone Demon, the White Tiger Demon rushed forward to seek revenge, but was also killed with a stick. However, he spared the other monsters in White Tiger Ridge.
Whether or not a monster eats humans is the basis for determining good and evil isn't really a standard. It all depends on who's in charge. But I didn't really care. As long as Crane was fine, that was all that mattered. I didn't have much of a relationship with the White Bone Demon. We'd only exchanged a few words, which wasn't much of a friendship.
"What are your plans next?" I asked Xiao Lianhua.
From the time Little Lotus appeared until now, I haven't really thought about the future. Now that I've finally calmed down, I'm really thinking about it.
Little Lotus held a piece of dogtail grass in the corner of her mouth, supported her arms behind her back, and looked at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.
Without the various pressures of his flesh and blood body, and without the urgency of helping Zhou to defeat King Zhou, he now looks more like a young general who has retired from armor.
"I never thought about it. After the fall of the Shang Dynasty, I returned to Qianyuan Mountain and found that you two had disappeared. I heard from my junior brother that you two were both taken away by a sudden whirlpool. At that time, I was only thinking about finding you."
Then he turned around and looked at me: "Now that we really talk about it, we should find a way to go back."
Waiting for that whirlpool? That's not easy to wait for. I've only seen it once since arriving at Yunshui River, when Little Lotus arrived.
Since I had nothing to do right now, I suggested, "Why don't we go to Qianyuan Mountain in this world?"
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