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

Chapter 67 Qiu Shouxian's Decision
"Why don't we kill old Tathagata, and then the saint will push me to the position of the Buddha. I promise to follow your arrangements in everything. I have long wanted to sit on Tathagata's golden lotus?" There was only joy in the tone of the Golden-Winged Roc, and he seemed to have completely forgotten that he was suppressed by the chains of Heaven.

The Qiushou Immortal didn't dare to breathe at this time. He even felt that when Nezha participated in the Conferred God Tribulation, he was just talking nonsense, but it seemed that the Golden-winged Dapeng really had this plan.

"No wonder Wukong, who already has good luck, still accepted you. It turns out that you are really restless in your bones. Well, if you were a little more obedient, Tathagata Buddha would not hate you so much." Ye Xuantian sneered.

Even the son of destiny cannot escape the saying "birds of a feather flock together". Thinking of what Monkey King will say when he makes trouble in Heaven in the future, Ye Xuantian couldn't help laughing.

"That's good!" Ye Xuantian stretched out his sword finger with a smile and landed it on the golden-winged Roc's brow.

"When you enter the calamity in the future, be sure to remember this method. As long as you use this method to eat the golden cicada, it will definitely force the entire Lingshan Mountain to mobilize. By then, you will use all your abilities. I also want to see how much Western merit you can help me swallow!"

It took the Golden Winged Peng a while to react: "What can eating golden cicadas do?"

"If you have the ability, swallow him up. You might even become a Buddha right away, completely shedding your demonic body. If you don't, then fight the Buddhas of Buddhism. I can guarantee that you'll walk on the path of the great Dao in the future! Hand over your divine consciousness!"

The golden-winged Roc gritted his teeth but ultimately did not say: Only a saint can kill me!
Because the chains of heaven in his body made him feel that the person in front of him had the ability to act on behalf of heaven.

As the Golden-Winged Dapeng surrendered his divine consciousness, Ye Xuantian continued, "I know you're unwilling to accept it, so when you see Wukong in the future, you can attack him with all your strength, so that you can understand what it means to be under the influence of destiny!"

"Thank you, Saint!" Seeing the chains of heaven fade away from his body, the Golden-Winged Roc bowed to Ye Xuantian.

"If you wish to become my disciple in the future, you can vigorously develop your power and gather the demon tribes during your trip to Xiniu Hezhou. If you can truly achieve what Wukong did and let the Three Realms hear of it, I will give you a chance. But you must promise that the demon tribes you gather must be dedicated to good. If any demon tribes under your rule endanger others, after the Western Journey is over, I will return your divine consciousness to you and kill you myself!"

Upon hearing this, the golden-winged Roc's eyes became even more excited.

"Does the saint really mean what he said?"

"I can kill you today, and I can kill you in the future. This wisp of divine consciousness is only for the human race! I disdain to be petty."

The Golden-winged Dapeng chuckled, "The Saint is as magnanimous as the Tathagata. Since that's the case, I'm waiting for my seventh brother's arrival in Xiniu Hezhou. I'll help the Saint snatch some humans from the Buddhist sect. I'll make sure the Saint understands that although I haven't been called the Son of Fortune, I'm certainly no less capable than him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew out. Then, a loud cry was heard, echoing throughout the Flower-Fruit Mountain.

"His voice has a soaring ambition! If he really has the luck of a son of luck, he may not be worse than the disciples of Fellow Daoist Xuantian." Tongtian Sect Master said.

"What the saint said is wrong!" Ye Xuantian disagreed.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details!"

"Anyone who enters the calamity is a child of destiny, isn't he?"

Tongtian Patriarch was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Qiushou Immortal, how long are you going to pretend to be dead? Come and meet fellow Daoist Xuantian!"

How could the Qiu Shou Immortal dare to disobey? He rolled and crawled to Ye Xuantian's side: "Please teach me, Saint!"

Ye Xuantian said it clearly just now, that all those who fall into the calamity are the children of destiny, and he came here under the order of Manjushri Bodhisattva. No matter whether he came here actively or passively, he has become one of the people under the calamity.

"I have already broken the restriction that Manjushri Bodhisattva placed within you. At the same time that you faked your death, I had your name erased from the Book of Life and Death. This way, as long as Manjushri Bodhisattva doesn't examine the divine consciousness you left behind, he won't notice that you've escaped his control."

Ye Xuantian's words were simple, but to the Qiushou Immortal's ears they sounded like thunder.

"The Qiushou Immortal asks the saint for guidance!" The Qiushou Immortal once again forced out a wisp of divine consciousness and sent it in front of Ye Xuantian.

Ye Xuantian waved his sleeves and sent it back.

"The Jiejiao people have always been loyal and righteous. Now that Tongtian Patriarch is here, I will not turn you into a puppet. Since you are willing to work for me and surrender, then follow Wukong to fight against the Heavenly Court. In the future, when 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals come to capture Wukong, are you willing to take action?"

The Qiushou Immortal looked at Ye Xuantian, then glanced at Tongtian Sect Master, and he felt bitter in his heart.

Even though he had escaped from the control of Manjushri Bodhisattva at this time, he had long lost his courage, just as Ye Xuantian said. With his spine broken, he had no ambition left after the Conferred God Tribulation.

Not to mention, facing a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals.

The Qiushou Immortal remained silent, and Ye Xuantian and Tongtian Sect Master did not urge him. After a long time, the Qiushou Immortal once again forced out a wisp of divine consciousness and sent it to Ye Xuantian.

Qiu Shouxian's expression was solemn as he kowtowed heavily to Ye Xuantian. "This second life of mine was given by the Saint. I admit that I am timid and fearful now, without any ambition in my heart. I am also afraid that I will desert the battlefield. Therefore, please accept this strand of divine consciousness for now. When I can face a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals in the future, you can return it to me."

These words were spoken frankly. Upon hearing them, Ye Xuantian accepted the divine consciousness without any hesitation.

"it is good!"

……

Raging waves surged in the territory of Fangcun Mountain. Liu'er Mihou looked haggard. He had been wandering on the West Sea for a long time.

But I haven’t seen any mountains yet.

"Master would definitely not lie to me, and I did hear the sound of Fangcun Mountain falling that year. So, it must be that I am not sincere!"

The six-eared macaque had only one thought in his mind, which was to become a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, like a needle that pierced deeply into the deepest part of Buddhism.

Just as the thought emerged in his mind, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Master? What master? I don't have a master! I have been seeking immortals all the way, but so far no one is willing to smile at me. I am a wild monkey that no one wants!"

He kept muttering to himself, and his eyes gradually regained clarity. He clenched his teeth and wiped away his longing for the fool who had called him "the fool" on Huaguo Mountain.

Ye Xuantian actually erased his memory when he sent him away, but his memory of the word "idiot" was so deep that he could still recall it occasionally.

It was this thought that appeared from time to time that kept him firm during his days of wandering.

Suddenly, he felt the spiritual energy around him become thicker, and a fairy mountain appeared before his eyes.

Above, there was a brilliant glow of rosy clouds, and the woodcutter's singing could be heard.

At that moment, he realized that he had appeared on a mountain without knowing when.

"Fang Cun Mountain actually welcomed another guest today?"

(End of this chapter)