Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong's fate-Chapter 37 - This Monkey Thinks of Something Again
37: Chapter 37 This Monkey Thinks of Something Again
37 -37 This Monkey Thinks of Something Again
“Are you the one who came to meet me?”
Sun Wukong, still wary, asked the monk before him.
“Indeed, Benefactor, please rest assured!”
The monk nodded in affirmation.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes but showed no immediate intention of handing over anything nor any desire to release his clone.
Then, with a flash, Sun Wukong darted past the monk and entered the Western Pure Land.
A rich Buddha’s light shone all around.
“It seems the Benefactor does not trust this poor monk!”
The monk said with a wry smile, his palm shining with Buddha’s light as an oil lamp appeared in his hand.
Though it was only an oil lamp, it contained a rich Buddha power that dissipated malevolent energies.
“This object is the Treasure Lamp from before our Buddha, imbued with the effect of exorcising demons and cleansing spirits!”
The monk spoke and threw the Treasure Lamp to Sun Wukong, who caught it and felt the intense Buddha power emanating from it, which noticeably purified his mind and spirit.
There was a noticeable improvement in Sun Wukong’s expression.
His wariness seemed to lessen at the sight, and the monk promptly took this opportunity to step forward.
At that moment, however, Sun Wukong took a step back.
“Benefactor, what does this mean?
You still do not trust me?”
Seeing Sun Wukong step back, the monk frowned once more.
Hearing the monk’s words, Sun Wukong replied indifferently, “Old Sun here has never been to this Ultimate Bliss World.
Although you hold a Treasure Lamp in your hands, that does not prove you are indeed a shami from the Great Thunderclap Monastery!”
The monk could only offer a bitter smile in response but quickly asked, “Then what would make you trust this poor monk?”
“Swear an oath!”
Sun Wukong was unsure of what else to do; having already come this far, it seemed no different to delve deeper, and his Ancestor Master hadn’t specified whom to hand it to.
This shami clearly seemed to be a monk from the Great Thunderclap Monastery.
If this monk swore by The Great Dao, he might well be trustworthy.
His senior brother had said that an oath to The Great Dao is something every cultivator must adhere to.
“Hmm!”
Caught off guard by the request, the monk hesitated—was it necessary to be so cautious over delivering a mere Demon-Subduing Pestle?
And to make an oath at that!
“Very well, I shall swear!”
An oath was just an oath, after all, not much to worry about, especially when Saint Zhunti had tasked him with deceiving this monkey.
“Hold on a moment!”
Just as the monk was about to swear the oath, Sun Wukong stopped him and added, “It must be an oath by The Great Dao!”
Hearing Sun Wukong’s demand, the monk’s expression soured.
An oath to The Great Dao was serious—violating it could bring repercussions, possibly even affecting one’s cultivation; thus, cultivators generally did not lightly swear such oaths.
Yet now, for a mere Demon-Subduing Pestle, this monkey was demanding such a sacred oath?
It wasn’t just the monk who was taken aback—Amitabha Buddha and Zhunti deep within Mount Sumeru Pure Land also curled their lips in disdain.
They had assumed that having a monk come to receive the pestle would be enough, and that the monkey would not raise any objections and would simply hand it over.
But contrary to their expectations, the monkey was now insisting on a Great Dao oath before proceeding.
As the monk hesitated, the voice of Zhunti echoed in his ear.
“First and foremost, stabilize the situation with this monkey.
Should there be any karmic consequences, I shall bear them for you!”
Reassured by Zhunti’s words, the monk took a deep breath.
Without further hesitation, he declared, “Benefactor, be at ease; I shall say whatever you wish me to say!”
Sun Wukong nodded, then began to guide the other party to pronounce the oath of The Great Dao with all the conditions he could think of.
Moreover, this oath was extremely terrifying; not only would one be demoted to the mortal world, but they would also become demons, unable to advance their cultivation level by even one step.
Under normal circumstances, he would never do such a thing.
“Benefactor, can you believe in this poor monk now?”
After pronouncing the great oath of The Great Dao, the monk couldn’t help but say with a wry smile.
Sun Wukong also nodded: “Good, good, I can trust you now!”
The moment he spoke, countless macaque clones around him suddenly vanished into thin air.
Turning into strands of monkey fur.
“Huh?
Where did the monkey go?”
Seeing that the countless macaques had all transformed into strands of monkey fur, even the monkey in front of them turned into monkey fur.
Clearly, none of these monkeys were the actual body.
Even though the monk had already known that the monkey in front of him was very cautious and careful, he felt he had still underestimated the monkey after seeing this scene.
All these transformed clones were nothing but a distraction; the true body was not among them.
Even if it wasn’t this monk trying to stop him, even Amitabha Buddha and Zhunti would be unable to stop Sun Wukong.
Not only was the monk surprised at this time, but even Zhunti and Amitabha Buddha, who were watching the scene, couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.
This monkey was too cautious.
Had they not used this trick, they probably wouldn’t have gotten the Demon-Subduing Pestle, let alone have seen Sun Wukong’s true body.
Hum hum!
Just then, a humming sound filled the air, and a figure emerged from behind a boulder on a mountain just outside the Western Pure Land.
It was Sun Wukong himself.
He had long used a secret technique to reach this place and was just waiting for an opportunity.
After waiting for so long, the person who had attacked him just now did not make another move, and this shami had also taken the oath of The Great Dao and could be trusted.
The monk looked towards Sun Wukong.
At this time, even he could no longer be sure.
Now he understood why Zhunti had him use this method; with ordinary methods, even if he could kill Sun Wukong, what was the use if he couldn’t see the true body!
“Benefactor, what is this?”
The monk asked out of curiosity, only able to say he didn’t know, fearing the monkey would once again withhold the item from him.
“Haha, Fellow Daoist, don’t blame me.
The reason Old Sun has been so cautious is that I encountered a miscellaneous fur on the road, and my belongings almost got stolen, so I had to do this!”
Sun Wukong laughed heartily, then continued to scratch his ears and cheeks as he spoke.
Hearing the words “miscellaneous fur,” the monk didn’t feel much, but Zhunti, who had been watching the scene all along, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
This monkey actually dared to call him old miscellaneous fur?
“Brother, don’t let a monkey ruin your cultivation!”
Adjacent to him, Amitabha Buddha, holding back laughter, comforted him.
After all, there weren’t many in the world who dared to insult a Saint.
“Hmph, it’s fine, let’s let it go.
Since this Macaque doesn’t know it was I who made the move, let’s just leave this matter be!”
Zhunti muttered a grunt, deciding not to pursue it further.
After all, even if he wanted to pursue the matter, it would only cause him to lose face even more.
Of course, the monk had no idea who had interfered with Sun Wukong mid-way; he figured it must be related to the two Saints, but naturally, he couldn’t spell it out, only coughing dryly before continuing to speak: “Benefactor, can you now hand the Demon-Subduing Pestle over to this poor monk?”
“Hmm, that’s fine…
wait a second!”
Sun Wukong had already taken out the Demon-Subduing Pestle, but just as he was about to hand it over, he suddenly stopped.
The monk was frustrated.
What else had this monkey thought of now?
