Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 412: No Wind-Fixing Beads, but There Is a Wind-Fixing Fan
When the Samadhi Divine Wind passed through, the originally beautiful and lush forests became like a bald head, with bald spots in the east and collapsed spots in the west, making the whole place a mess.

"Pah, pah, what a strong wind! Fortunately I ran fast." Zhu Bajie came out covered in dust and dirt, holding a nine-toothed rake. His clothes had become rags and he looked like a beggar.

Ao Lie had already run away with the white horse and luggage early in the morning, so it was not a big deal.

Only Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin had no time to react and their eyes were injured. They were now covering their eyes in great pain. Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes were most afraid of wind, so he was injured the most seriously and couldn't even see.

An Yan quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiong Bin, Wukong, how are you?"

Xiong Bin said in pain, "My eyes were injured by that monster. I feel like I'm going blind. Master, please help me."

Sun Wukong was even more miserable. His eyes were covered with a layer of white film and he kept shedding tears. He fumbled with his hands, "My eyes, my eyes can't see anything. Where are you, An Ge'er?"

Ao Lie led the white horse forward and saw the miserable state of Monkey King and Xiongbi. He could not help but ask in surprise, "Who is that monster that can control such a powerful strange wind?"

"Xiong Bin, Wukong, don't move. Let me see your injuries." An Yan quickly supported the staggering Wukong and stretched out his hand to pry open the latter's eyelids. While checking, he said, "I have heard that there is a divine wind in the Three Realms and Six Paths, called the Samadhi Divine Wind."

When Zhu Bajie, dressed in beggar's clothes, heard this, he had heard of the name of this evil wind as the Marshal of Tianpeng in his previous life. He knew how powerful this evil wind was and exclaimed, "No wonder this wind is so powerful, it turns out to be the Samadhi Divine Wind."

"I heard that when that wind blows, it can darken the sky and earth, worry ghosts and gods, split rocks and collapse cliffs. Even a golden immortal will not be able to escape harm."

When Sun Wukong heard that the Samadhi Divine Wind was so powerful, he quickly asked, "Bajie, is there any way to break it?"

"Uh, I'm not sure about that." Zhu Bajie only took a quick look at the Record of Supernatural Powers at the beginning and did not read the entire thing, so he only knew half of it.

An Yan knew that the Yellow Wind Monster was finally restrained by the Wind-Fixing Bead. After checking Xiong Bin's injuries, he said, "I know this. To break the Three-Sacred Wind, you only need one magic weapon, the Wind-Fixing Bead."

"But before that, your eyes must be healed first."

Sun Wukong, whose eyes were sore and tearful, said happily: "Ange, do you have a way to cure this eye injury?"

Rather than thinking about how to break the Samadhi Divine Wind, Sun Wukong now wants to cure his eyes more.

An Yan nodded and said, "I will take you and Xiong Bin to the Heavenly Palace later, and find someone who can cure this Yellow Wind Monster."

Then he said to Bajie, "Bajie, go to Yellow Wind Ridge and find the cave of the Yellow Wind Monster. Don't let him kill Sanzang."

Zhu Bajie widened his eyes a little, "Ange, I'm alone? At least let Ao Lie go with me. There is strength in numbers."

Ao Lie, who felt that he had done little, also said, "Master, Bajie and I will go together."

Sun Wukong saw Zhu Bajie's cowardly appearance, completely lacking the bravery he had at Gao Laozhuang, and scolded him, "You idiot, you are still thinking about being lazy at this time? You are the Marshal of the Heavenly Peng."

Zhu Bajie said confidently: "That was all in my previous life. If I were still Marshal Tianpeng, I would capture the Yellow Wind Monster without saying a word."

Sun Wukong had no way to refute this, so he said angrily: "I should have brought your wife along earlier, let's see if you can still be lazy."

"Brother Monkey, this is not very kind of you. Why do you bring Cuilan into this?" Zhu Bajie said dissatisfiedly.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." An Yan immediately frowned when he saw that his own people were about to start a quarrel before the battle even started.

Seeing An Yan's stern face, Zhu Bajie shrank his head. There were two people in this team who could not be offended. One was his cheap master Tang Sanzang, and the other was An Yan, the person designated by Taishang Laojun to preach the scriptures.

Sun Wukong, who respected Anyan very much, stopped arguing with Zhu Bajie after seeing this.

An Yan made the decision immediately and said, "It's settled. Ao Lie will stay to look after the luggage, and Bajie, you will be responsible for investigating the harassment."

"If we can't defeat them head-on, we can just resort to guerrilla warfare, right?"

"Just keep the Yellow Wind Monster away and don't let him eat Sanzang."

"Oh, I see. Okay, leave it to me. I'll go." Hearing that he was not going to fight alone, Zhu Bajie heaved a sigh of relief and flew away happily with the Nine-toothed Rake in his hand.

After Zhu Bajie flew away, An Yan told Ao Lie to take good care of the luggage, and then took Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin to the Heavenly Palace.

Watching his master's departing figure, Ao Lie understood his master's good intentions, because he was the second weakest among the group, and with the cultivation of a celestial being, he would only die if he encountered the Yellow Wind Monster.

A look of determination appeared on Ao Lie's face, and he secretly vowed to practice hard so that he could help his master as soon as possible.

An Yan didn't know that Ao Lie was thinking so much, otherwise he would have said that he was overthinking it, because he was simply afraid that his luggage would be lost.

After all, there are many monsters in Huangfeng Ridge. If one of them steals something, he would suffer a great loss.

Besides, even if Ao Lie was sent, they would not be able to do anything to the Yellow Wind Monster with their combined strength.

As for whether Zhu Bajie was hiding his abilities, perhaps he was, but the Yellow Wind Monster who possessed the Samadhi Divine Wind could be said to be invincible. As long as the gap in strength was not too great, the Samadhi Divine Wind was enough to make up for the difference.

When immortals fight with each other, it is never just a competition of magic power, but also of magical powers and magic weapons.

This point is vividly demonstrated in The Investiture of the Gods.

Even someone as strong as Zhao Gongming was cursed to death by Taoist Lu Ya's Seven Arrows Book, and ended up with his soul being listed in the List of Gods.

No matter how chaotic the world is, the heaven is still peaceful.

Arriving outside the Nantian Gate, An Yan bowed towards the gate and asked, "Excuse me, which Heavenly King is on duty today?"

The divine light fell, and the Northern Multi-Text Heavenly King Mo Li Hai appeared holding a jasper pipa, "It's Brother An Daoist, what do you want to see me for?"

Mo Lihai looked at the injured Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin behind An Yan and was secretly shocked. He knew that this Monkey King had once fought against Erlang Shen on equal terms and was a very powerful character.

He looks so miserable now. Did he encounter some powerful monster on the journey to the West?
An Yan quickly answered his doubts, "To be honest with you, Heavenly King Duowen, I recently traveled to a place called Yellow Wind Ridge and encountered a demon who was good at using the Samadhi Divine Wind. My second disciple and Wukong were both injured in the eyes by the Samadhi Divine Wind."

"I am going to the Heavenly Palace to ask for medicine for the two of them, and to ask the Heavenly King Guangmu to help me go down to the mortal world and eliminate the demons."

Within the Three Realms, apart from Lingji Bodhisattva, the only deity An Yan knew of who possessed the Wind-Fixing Pearl was Mo Lihong.

There is a wind-fixing bead on Mo Lihai’s Hunyuan umbrella.

He approached the four generals of the Demon Family with the intention of doing them a favor.

Although they are immortals, they still live in a society based on human relationships.

Before the four generals of the Demon Family joined Buddhism, they all belonged to the Jiejiao force in the Heavenly Palace.

It would undoubtedly be great if we could establish a relationship with Jiejiao.

When he reaches Lion Camel Ridge later, if he can shake off all the bigwigs of the Jiejiao in Heaven, it is hard to say who will bully whom.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lihai, who had served as a general in the mortal world and had also worked hard in the Heavenly Palace for so many years, immediately understood the deeper meaning of this.

Who wouldn’t want to have a piece of the pie of merits of Journey to the West?

No one can ever have too much merit.

Mo Lihai's eyes were filled with longing, but it turned into a sigh, "Fellow Daoist An, you are too late. My second brother just went to Northern Juluzhou with the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King to wipe out the demons. He is not in the Heavenly Palace now."

"I'm so sorry."

"He's not here!" An Yan smiled bitterly. He didn't expect his luck to be so bad. He cupped his hands and said, "Since Guangmu Tianwang is not here, I'll take them to treat their eye injuries first. Sorry for disturbing them."

After bidding farewell to Mo Lihai, An Yan prepared to look for Taibai Jinxing, thinking that Taibai Jinxing should know how to treat eye injuries. After some inquiries, An Yan finally found Taibai Jinxing in a pavilion, where he was leisurely drinking tea.

In the pavilion, besides Taibai Jinxing, there were two other gods, both of whom were famous gods in the sky.

One of them is an old man with a big head and a protruding forehead, a long white beard, and a smiling face like a child. He is none other than the Immortal of the South Pole.

One is a barefoot immortal wearing a coarse robe, a gourd hanging from his waist, and walking barefoot.

An Yan did not dare to neglect these two. After greeting Taibai Jinxing, he hurriedly said, "Junior An Yan, meet the Nanji Xianweng, the barefoot immortal, and this is my second disciple Xiong Bin, and this is Master Sanzang's disciple Sun Wukong."

Knowing that An Yan was Tai Shang's man, the Immortal of the South Pole and the Barefoot Immortal nodded kindly.

Xiong Bin also followed in the same manner. Seeing this, Sun Wukong had no choice but to greet him reluctantly.

Seeing this, the barefoot immortal who had met Sun Wukong five hundred years ago laughed and said, "My friend, there is no need to introduce myself. The Great Sage and I are old acquaintances."

Sun Wukong knew that the barefoot immortal was talking about the deception he had done in the past. Having suffered a beating from society, he smiled and said, "I hope the immortal will forgive me. I was young and ignorant back then."

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not show any rebelliousness at all, the three barefoot immortals looked at each other and laughed.

Such a scene is somewhat ironic.

At this moment, Sun Wukong is like countless ordinary people who succumb to society.

With no strength, no power, and being arrogant, it can be said that Sun Wukong's fate was doomed from the beginning.

An Yan didn't want to say anything, this is how the world is.

Therefore, before you have enough strength, it is necessary to have someone to rely on.

Facts have proved that he was right, because that's how he got all the way there, with a little bit of cheating.

After laughing, Taibai Jinxing asked curiously, "My friend, aren't you traveling west? How did you find time to go to heaven? And what happened to the injuries of the Great Sage and the others?"

An Yan reiterated his purpose.

After hearing this, Taibai Jinxing nodded, then shook his head and said, "This eye injury can be cured by the barefoot immortal."

"But we can't do anything about this Wind-Fixing Bead. Perhaps you can ask the Heavenly King Guangmu for help."

An Yan sighed, "I asked at the South Heaven Gate when I came here just now, and Guangmu Tianwang is not in the Heaven Palace now."

"Let's put the matter of the Wind-Fixing Bead aside for now. Please ask the Barefoot Immortal to cure these two first."

"Simple, this is Qufeng Pill, it can cure all wind injuries."

The barefoot immortal, who often descended to the mortal world to exorcise demons and monsters, was knowledgeable and happened to have a medicine that could cure this wind injury. He produced a small white jade bottle like a magician, poured out two small pills with green dan patterns on them and handed them over.

"Thank you, Barefoot Immortal."

After expressing his gratitude, An Yan quickly distributed the pills to Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin.

Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin, who had long been unable to bear it, swallowed it up without saying a word.

The pill melted in my mouth, and a cool feeling invaded my eyes, icy cold. The sour and painful feeling disappeared immediately, and the tears that had been flowing uncontrollably also stopped.

Within ten breaths, Sun Wukong and Xiong Bin saw the light again.

After curing the two people, An Yan did not stay long and asked to leave.

Looking at An Yan's departing back, Nan Ji Xian Weng, who had always had a smiling face, said: "This boy is extraordinary!"

The barefoot immortal narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How many people who can be chosen by the Supreme are simple?"

Taibai Jinxing smiled without saying anything and drank his tea silently.

After his eyes were healed, Sun Wukong became lively again. He seemed to want to vent all his anger on the Yellow Wind Monster. He said viciously, "Ang'er, there is no need for that Wind-Fixing Bead. I was careless last time. This time, I, Sun Wukong, will show him how powerful I am!"

Not wanting to experience the feeling of being blinded for the second time, Xiong Bin said honestly, "Brother Monkey, I think it's better to listen to my master. The Samadhi Divine Wind is really powerful."

Sun Wukong said in dissatisfaction: "Old bear, how can you boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

Seeing Sun Wukong who had forgotten the pain after his wound healed, An Yan was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice behind him, "You little brat, you came to the Heavenly Palace but didn't even come to see the Grand Master."

An Yan turned around quickly, his face showing joy from the bottom of his heart, and he saw Grandmaster Mao Ying looking at him with a smile. He quickly walked up to him and said with a grin, "Grandmaster, you know your disciple is a busy man right now. He just got beaten up by a monster and is now coming here to ask for help."

When the Grandmaster heard this, his attention was drawn, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the situation? Do you want Grandmaster to help? My old bones can still be of some use."

This is our own family. When they hear there is trouble, they don’t even ask who the enemy is and just help without saying a word. An Yan felt warm inside when he heard this.

But how could An Yan let the Grandmaster accompany him to take risks? The Grandmaster had already helped him enough.

So after An Yan mentioned the Yellow Wind Monster, he patted his chest and repeated what Sun Wukong had said before, "I was careless before. It's just a monster. You don't need to take action."

The bear behind him said in a very tactless way, "Master, then why don't we go find the Wind-Fixing Bead?"

An Yan immediately turned around and glared at Xiong Bin, "You are the only one who talks too much! Haven't you met the Grandmaster yet?"

Xiong Bin realized belatedly that he had said something wrong and looked very embarrassed. Fortunately, he was not ashamed and said to Mao Ying, "Disciple Xiong Bin, I am honored to meet you, Grandmaster."

When the great demon with the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal in front of him saw that it was actually An Yan's disciple, the master realized that An Yan had surpassed himself. At that moment, he felt both comforted and a little bitter.

I have lived for so long, but I have really lived like a dog.

After nodding to Xiong Bin to show his approval of this disciple, the founder Mao Ying also glared at An Yan.

However, it turned out that An Yan was still too young and forgetful.

This glare made An Yan a little confused, "Grandmaster, what did I do again?"

Seeing that An Yan hadn't thought of anything yet, Grandmaster Mao Ying pointed it out directly: "You are really looking for trouble. Don't you have a magic weapon that can deal with the Yellow Wind Monster?"

"On me?"

An Yan was stunned, looking at the determined expression of the Grandmaster, knowing that the Grandmaster would not play tricks on him, he began to try hard to recall.

Finally, a magic weapon that he had forgotten because its function was too useless reappeared.

An Yan's eyes lit up.

"Yup!"

"I don't have the wind-fixing beads, but I do have a fan!"

As he spoke, a large sunflower fan fell into An Yan's hand. With a gentle fan, the surging sea of ​​clouds suddenly calmed down.

(End of this chapter)