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Chapter 36 It's Sun Wukong, we're done
Xuanzang's head glowed with golden light and hit the ghost's head hard. This time the ghost staggered backward and fell to the ground with a thud.

The action of force is mutual. Xuanzang also staggered two steps and sat down on the ground. His mind seemed to be ferrying through the heart of Elder Jinchi, and he saw greed, anger and ignorance turned into three mountains, suppressing his soul.

Jin Chi's soul was oppressed here, unable to escape, and was constantly crushed and repetitive, with no chance of escape.

What should I do? Am I really going to be crushed by this mountain and never be able to get out?
No, Sun Wukong gave Xuanzang the answer: "Fight! Fight!"

The compassionate Buddha does not fight with the world, so why is he called the "Fighting and Victory Buddha"?
Because selfishness is difficult to eliminate and ego is very deep, we must constantly uphold the correct view during the practice until we overcome all selfish preferences, become bright and brilliant like a Buddha or a saint, and then we can enter into a state of non-opposition and enjoy eternal peace.

With a pure thought and a clean heart, give up illusions and fight to win. Fight against gods and demons and you will eventually attain a body of light. Evil spirits will be afraid of you and you will become the fighting and victorious Buddha!

While reciting the Treasure Edict of Fighting and War, Jin Chi's spirit seemed to hear something, and he wailed continuously, as if he was regretting, repenting, and being relieved.

"I have been looking at other people's robes all my life, and then I wanted others to see my own. But instead I was drawn into the precious light and couldn't extricate myself!"

"Enter all forms, break all forms, I am attached to forms."

At the foot of the three mountains, Elder Jinchi nodded towards Xuanzang and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will go now!"

Jin Chi sighed and gradually dissipated, turning into a ball of spirit, responding to the people in the mountains. One bell rang, two bells rang, and three bells rang, echoing in the Hanshan Temple.

It seemed as if a secret house had opened up deep in the mountains, and I didn't know where it was, and my spirit also calmed down.

"Something seems to have been awakened in the mountains. It must be the remaining spirit of Elder Jin Chi."

"Guanyin Temple?"

Sun Wukong felt a vague attraction, and the six senses were also attracting each other.

After the cycle of heaven and earth is complete, the soul will no longer be degraded. The spirits are gathering together, because only after they gather together will they become the soul of Jin Chi.

After the souls gathered together, Jin Chi's soul could also be reincarnated.

“Things of the same origin attract each other, and things that are scattered will inevitably converge.”

In the haze, Sun Wukong felt the touch of the past and the future, the convergence from bottom to top, and the connection from top to bottom, which made him understand a sentence.

Sun Wukong thought of something. Isn’t the process of him collecting the six senses a fulfillment of the principle that dispersion must lead to gathering?
He thought of one thing: the Sun Wukong in this world was dead. In this world, he was the Sun Wukong, a monkey wearing the Sun Wukong's vest.

No matter what it is like, Sun Wukong collected the six senses for him and me. Isn't this the continuation of the cause and effect between him and me?

"Take my identity and accept my karma."

"This is the prototype of subtraction and emptiness."

"Ha, interesting, interesting."

Sun Wukong hid this realization, looked at Tang Xuanzang, and smiled: "Xuanzang, do you want to be the Fighting and Victory Buddha? In the future, I will abdicate and the throne will be given to you."

Tang Xuanzang, feeling dizzy, jumped up with joy when he heard that he was going to become the Victorious Buddha: "Is this true?"

"The Buddha cannot tell lies."

"Don't worry, Sheng Buddha is old, you should encourage him."

Sun Wukong patted Tang Xuanzang on the shoulder, and Xuanzang became excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The white-robed wolf clicked his tongue. The corpse of Elder Jin Chi had been wandering here since it was resurrected by the king. Although the old monk was dead, he had practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years. His corpse still had traces of martial arts moves, such as the Big Head Butt, the Compassionate Clapping, and the Earth-shaking Shock Wave. How could these little demons be a match for this old monk?

Not only them, many monkeys died at the hands of the ghost. Many monkeys wanted to find the king, but died at the hands of the old monk.

The white-robed wolf looked at the little monk with red lips and white teeth, then looked at the divine monkey, and thought to himself:

"The king is dead this time, but that's good too. Next year, I'll celebrate both my birthday and my death anniversary together."

He was about to lead the way for the other Buddhas when Guangzhi, who had witnessed all this, shouted an angry voice from the depths of the Canglang Forest. The voice was clear and bright:

"Who dares to come here and disturb my meditation..." Guangzhi, who was standing in the distance and looking around, finally came out.

He held a weapon in his hand, his tattered monk's robe half draped over his body, revealing a huge wolf head with his fangs retracted. His green pupils were closed, reflecting a monkey.

"Monkey? Monkey!"

The anger in his chest rose again, and he clenched the magic weapon in his hand. This magic weapon, called Red Tide, looked like a magic staff, with flames on both ends, emitting a dazzling color.

"How about you put down your sticks and learn some Buddhism from me?"

"Is there finally someone willing to sit down and talk to me about Buddhism?"

Old Sun looked at Guangzhi with joy and said, "I don't know much. I only went to school for seven years and know a few words. I also learned some Buddhist teachings. I don't want to be blind. What Buddhist principles do you want to discuss with me? Bring them to me now."

Guangzhi looked at the monkey, and the ghost disappeared again. His clear eyes suddenly turned blood red. He immediately raised the fire knife and chopped at the monkey. He thought that the monkey had been living in the mountains for too long and had no acquaintances or friends, so he wanted to make the monkey a mature monkey.

The blade was stained with fire, and it moved forward step by step, thinking that with one blow, it would understand this destined person:

"I regretted the nausea I felt at the Fire Temple. I also became ill and became afraid of fire. When I heard that Erlang had killed the monkey, my illness was finally cured. It was a blessing in disguise, and I finally mastered the Red Tide technique."

Sun Wukong shook his head. "If you're really ill, go see a doctor right away. Don't just assume you're better. Many people try to hold on after getting sick, only to regret it when their condition worsens."

The red tide divine weapon struck the air, and Sun Wukong stepped on the weapon, still looking at Guangzhi with concern.

"I am also considered an expert in alchemy and a prodigy in medicine. How about I give you a diagnosis?"

Guangzhi looked at the kind-hearted monkey. His weapon was also stepped on by the monkey and he couldn't lift it. Finally, he uttered a few words: "You monkey are pretty good."

Wukong waved his hands and said, "Little wolf demon, monks are compassionate. Come on, stretch out your hand and I'll show you."

Guangzhi was trying to gather his strength to lift the red tide in his hand, but suddenly he shuddered and screamed, "What? A monk?!"

Looking at the familiar yet hateful monkey, Guangzhi's hair stood on end. The shadow in his memory completely exploded. Thinking of the memory of the burning Zen temple, nothing had changed, Guanyin Zen Temple, and that Sun Wukong. Guangzhi felt like he had fallen into an icy cave.

It’s over, it’s that monkey, he’s not dead, he’s come back to life.

He finally realized that this was not an ordinary monkey, but a monkey wearing Buddhist robes.

The seven-treasure Buddha light on his body was so dazzling that it reminded him of the evil Tathagata from five hundred years ago.

When the Tathagata entered Nirvana, the evil Tathagata was born. Ascetic monks began to become popular in Xiniu Hezhou. They said that they were seeking true knowledge in Nirvana, giving their life essence to the Buddha, and practicing asceticism against the current in life.

Isn't this just Tathagata eating people? It sounds better than singing. And in Huangfeng Ridge, not far from Black Wind Mountain, many Buddhas were born, thirsty for the essence of life, reaping lives, and leaving behind half-dead remains.

The remains were not wasted. They were transformed into the appearance of demon rats, and their bodies were reduced in size, allowing them to continue growing and look forward to the next harvest.

The name of Buddha resounds throughout the four continents. Apart from the brainwashed mortals, only the little demons protected by the demon king know the secret.

Eat people and suck their marrow, extract their souls and devour their spirits. Chanting the names of Buddhas can stop the crying of little demons at night.

This is not a joke.

Guangzhi held Chichao and saw the faint Buddha light on Sun Wukong's body. It was over. He had met the real Buddha.

He cried and begged for mercy towards Sun Wukong, "Grandpa Buddha, I grew up listening to your stories."

"Please, if you don't eat me, I'll do anything!"

Sun Wukong curled the corner of his mouth. Has the Buddhism in this world become so cruel? It is so terrifying... But are you really begging for mercy?

"Okay, there's a flaw!"

A gleam of light flashed in Guangzhi's eyes, and Chichao attacked!

(End of this chapter)