I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 50 Old Dragon King, You Are Greedy

"Please, all believers of humanity, protect the auspicious light and prosperity!"

The shock on Zen Master Wuchao's face was hard to hide. You know, Ye Xuantian had said not long ago that he would use the two Western Saints as sacrifices. What was he doing now?
"Do you want to resurrect Him?" asked Zen Master Wuchao.

"He revealed the secrets of heaven and was killed by Dao Yun. First, he lacks the primordial purple energy, and second, he lacks the complete power of merit. I cannot resurrect him. I only leave his soul in the Three Realms!"

As Ye Xuantian finished speaking, all the chains began to gather together, and the golden body fragments slowly formed into the shape of a candle. The aura of the ancient Buddha Dipankara was faintly visible, and it seemed that it could dissipate at any time.

"What is this? My natal soul. You left behind His natal soul. How could you possibly do this?"

The candle fell into Ye Xuantian's palm, and Ye Xuantian said: "With the power of the incense of future generations of human race, I will temporarily preserve a wisp of your life soul today. If the ancient Buddha falls into a catastrophe in the future, I will take a wisp of merit and there may be a chance to rebuild the golden body!"

The candle flame flickered slightly, and Ye Xuantian turned his palm over, and the candle was taken into the space. Not far away, Zen Master Wuchao stared at Ye Xuantian.

"You... even communicated with humanity?"

"The Saint saw it!"

"Impossible. Ever since the human race destroyed the title of Human Emperor and took on the title of Son of Heaven, the power of humanity has long ceased to exist in the human race. How could you possibly communicate with him? And..."

At this point, Zen Master Wu Chao shook his head: "And the human race's saints have completely fallen! You can't find a medium at all!"

"They used the power to mend the heavens to destroy the Saint's bones, killed the Saint's closest relatives, and made him perverse. They then designed to sully the Saint's name with the name of the Human Emperor. By the end of the Conferred Gods, they had disrupted the faith of the Saint's followers. As a result, after the Conferred Gods, the Holy Name of the Nuwa Palace was almost wiped out. This was all to prevent the human race from changing course. Am I right?"

Every word Ye Xuantian said was full of questions, and because of this, Zen Master Wuchao couldn't help but put his hands together and chant the Buddha's name: Namo!

Golden bells appeared around Zen Master Wuchao to block out the false thoughts caused by Ye Xuantian's words. No wonder Zen Master Wuchao was so cautious.

After all, the methods Ye Xuantian demonstrated before were enough to prove that Ye Xuantian was indeed connected with humanity, and as Ye Xuantian said just now, both of them, the two saints of the West, had participated in it.

If Ye Xuantian used this to attack him and bring about the karma on him, his current incarnation would not be able to bear it. After all, that person was one of the six innate saints.

"You have survived from the beginning of time to now, and you have remembered a lot of things!" Zen Master Wuchao said coldly.

"History will remember the deeds of the saints! The power of humanity will not be interrupted by the death of a saint. As long as the human race still exists, the Heavenly Dao and the saints will not have the ability to destroy this one!"

"Hmph!" Zen Master Wuchao didn't say much about this, but just flew towards the paulownia tree.

"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors weren't mediocre people, but so what? Heaven is above all. Daoist ancestor Hongjun obtained the fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation after Pangu. Since then, Heaven has become selfish. Even if you are powerful, can you still avoid Heaven's detection forever?"

Zen Master Wu Chao glanced at the sky and said calmly, "You must conceal every cause and effect. Every time a catastrophe is pushed forward, the Heavenly Dao will produce a response, a total of ninety-nine!"

"If you fail to completely conceal the cause and effect even once, and are discovered by the Heavenly Dao, by Senior Brother Yuanshi, by Haotian, or by the Western Heaven Buddha, you will undoubtedly die. Because their vision is the same, if you are seen by even one of them, you will become the enemy of all beings in the Three Realms."

Ye Xuantian looked at the Zen Master Wuchao who had once again fallen into meditation with his eyes closed: "Is the Saint worried about me?"

"No, I just don't want the Ancient Buddha Ran Deng to die in such a meaningless way!"

"If the Saint truly cares about the death of the Ancient Buddha, then he should surrender to me. For the Saint's advice today, I might be able to spare the Saint's life in the future."

When Ye Xuantian said this, his tone was extremely sincere.

"Young man, when the catastrophe comes to me, if you are still alive, I will think about it again. Now you are like a moth to a flame and you are not qualified to discuss this matter with me." Zen Master Wuchao responded indifferently.

This time he was less emotional than before, more indifferent, and more like a saint.

"By then, it will be too late for the Saint to surrender."

Zen Master Wuchao tapped the wooden fish lightly, without responding to Ye Xuantian, but just hummed softly.

"On the road to the West, amidst the calamities, a saint is hidden!"

"Futu Mountain, talking about the great Dao, a monk died!"

As Zen Master Wuchao finished speaking, all the plants and trees here became half a head shorter and bent down towards the paulownia tree.

Ye Xuantian sensed the Sanskrit sounds here, which were like the songs of reincarnation, and the sadness in them was hard to hide. Ye Xuantian said no more.

Today, what the ancient Buddha Dipankara did was simple, but it was very likely that he would really win a saint for him. At least the obstacles to his journey to the West would be much smaller.

As for the rest, Ye Xuantian couldn't think too much about it. Being able to hide an original soul for the ancient Buddha Ran Deng was already his limit.

After all, the current journey to the West has just begun. As Zen Master Wuchao said, the crisis is still behind. In the world of numbers, it is not always possible to be so lucky that there is an ancient Buddha to cover up the cause and effect for him.

Ye Xuantian raised his head and glanced at the void: "All the Supremes are your puppets. Without the Supremes, they are all my helpers. Let us see whether it is moths to the flame or everyone is working together to build firewood!" Ye Xuantian bowed to the Zen Master Wu Chao: "Saint, please practice well. When I bring the calamity to you, you will be convinced of your defeat!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The only response to Ye Xuantian was the sound of Zen Master Wuchao striking the wooden fish.

Ye Xuantian turned and flew towards Huaguo Mountain: "The catastrophe has begun, it is time for the three realms to see my disciples."

Ye Xuantian's figure gradually walked away, but two lines of tears fell from the corners of Zen Master Wuchao's eyes.

"Goodbye, Ancient Buddha!"

At the same time, three mighty bell sounds were heard from the Lingshan Mountain in the West. The sound of the bells was so mournful that people could not help but lower their eyes.

The Tathagata Buddha sat upright on a ninth-grade lotus, his eyes filled with sadness. "Today, the Buddha Dipamkara entered Nirvana! His spirit and soul are shattered. He did not go to paradise. Instead, he blesses the Buddhist melody of the Western Paradise. Today, all of Western Niuhezhou must observe half a day of silence and pray for the ancient Buddha."

"Namo!"

Below, the monks all clasped their hands together with compassionate expressions. For a moment, the sound of sobbing continued in the air, and the mournful sound reached the gloomy ghost palace.

Di Ting's eyes were filled with surprise as he looked at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said, "The great principles of the ancient Buddha are eternal and indestructible. This makes it seem that I am not sincere enough."

"Master, if every time the catastrophe progresses, a Quasi-Saint will perish, then it is unacceptable..."

"No, firstly, there aren't that many righteous men. Secondly, this is the ancient Buddha dying to prove his will, asking for a favor for the West. After all, that person never thought of me gaining merit for the West from the beginning to the end."

"But Master, you are not..."

"Me? He just thinks I'm useful. I should practice hard! With the ancient Buddha's determination to die before me, my chances of gaining merit from him are a little higher."

"Master, what you mean is..."

"From the beginning, he just wanted to get rid of me. But now, even if it's for the sake of the ancient Buddha's karma, I will get a share. Even just a little is enough. After all, he must be a bitch to have survived for so long, so we must learn to be content."

……

Let's talk about the location of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Sun Wukong put away his magical powers and carefully looked at the Zhenhai Magic Needle in his hand. The Zhenhai Magic Needle had two golden hoops on both ends and a piece of black iron in the middle. Next to the golden hoops, there was a line of words engraved on it: Ruyi Jingu Bang!

This iron rod is extremely heavy, weighing a total of 13,500 kilograms!

"Good baby, good baby!"

Seeing that Sun Wukong was satisfied, Ao Guang hurried forward and sent Sun Wukong to the main seat.

"I never thought that the Immortal could control this Dinghai Shenzhen so easily!"

"I also want to thank the old Dragon King for his generosity. After all, such a divine object is rare in the Dragon Palace."

"It would be great if the Immortal could understand our suffering. It would be my honor to satisfy the Immortal. If there is anything else you need, I can ask someone to prepare it."

Sun Wukong scratched his head for a long time, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The old Dragon King Ao Guang was a man of great stature. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Don't be so reserved, Immortal. Your methods are quite impressive. You will definitely become a celestial immortal in the future. I will definitely visit the Heavenly Palace. You and I are neighbors, so I will definitely take care of you in the future. Just consider it an investment from Xiaolong."

Sun Wukong pointed at the old Dragon King and said, "You, Dragon King, speak very kindly. I am delighted to hear you. If there is anything I can help you with in the future, I will definitely do so. But now, I have a favor to ask of you."

"You are so polite, sir. Please speak, please speak!"

"This treasure of the old Dragon King is very much to my liking. Its fierce and majestic aura is even more in line with my character. Now that I have such a treasure, I am naturally delighted. However, a good horse needs a good saddle. I still lack a set of armor that can match this treasure. I wonder if the old Dragon King has any?"

When Ao Guang heard this, his face became even happier. The highlight was finally here. After all, Ye Xuantian had told him that if he wanted the dragon clan to enter the catastrophe, they needed an invitation letter, and the person who could give this invitation letter could only be his disciple.

If his disciples didn't accept the invitation, they would lose their qualification, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. Now that it had finally come to this, Ao Guang, holding four invitations, couldn't hide his joy. He immediately bowed and said, "Shangxian, what are you talking about? It's just that Shangxian is so majestic. Ordinary people are probably not worthy of being Shangxian."

"Oh? What does this mean, Old Dragon King?"

Hearing Sun Wukong's tone, the old Dragon King immediately said, "Don't worry, Immortal. What Xiaolong means is that if it's just one piece of armor, my Dragon Palace will certainly need you. But if it's a set, please give me some time. I have three brothers, each of whom is in charge of a sea. They can definitely put together a set of peerless armor for you. Can you give Xiaolong some time and call them over?"

Sun Wukong rested his chin on his hand and looked at the old Dragon King.

The old Dragon King was trembling with fear, fearing that Sun Wukong would not agree, but he had already said all he wanted and was just waiting for his master to speak, so he could not say anything more.

Sun Wukong: "Old Dragon King, you are too greedy!"

(End of this chapter)