Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

"What, you're also thinking of leaving?" In late autumn, as leaves fluttered down, Bodhi gazed at the distant scenery, his tone gentle.

Ye Feng smiled slightly but did not answer. He knew that his thoughts could not be hidden from his master.

Bodhi did not press the matter, but simply placed the whisk in his hand lightly on his shoulder: "It's good that he's gone. What feast in this world doesn't end? Your junior brother is impulsive, and he will surely suffer hardships this time he goes down the mountain."

If you accompany me, you may be able to provide some protection.

"Besides—" he paused, "you've come all this way, how can you be confined to this small piece of land for your entire life? Don't you agree?"

Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. His words were meaningful, yet they were also within his expectations.

Finally, he spoke and asked, "Master...do you know where your disciple comes from?"

The moment I asked the question, I felt a sense of relief.

He was a time traveler, a fact he was well aware of.

Ever since I first encountered Bodhi, I have harbored a hidden worry.

Sages possess great supernatural powers, and there are countless legends about them from past lives. Although I have never seen them with my own eyes, I know that they reside high in the heavens, overlooking all realms, knowing everything and understanding everything.

At first, he was terrified that his identity would be exposed and that he would be killed.

But upon further reflection, even if I were exposed, so what? In the end, they're just from another world.

To a sage, it might be nothing more than a speck of dust in the vast void, utterly insignificant.

Even after he cultivated to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, he could vaguely sense the existence of spatial barriers and glimpse traces of other worlds.

Those worlds were simply too inferior, their spiritual energy sparse, like ruins and desolate tombs. For an immortal to be placed in them would be like a healthy person falling into a stinking swamp—unbearable.

The power of a sage is such that a single thought could illuminate all the heavens and myriad worlds.

If Bodhi truly knew his origins, it might not be a misfortune, but rather an opportunity. Someday in the future, he might even be able to help him break through barriers and return to his homeland.

Thinking about it that way, it's actually a good thing.

However, Bodhi smiled and shook his head when he heard the question: "I don't know."

He stopped, casually snapped off a piece of withered bamboo, and chuckled, "That's the strange thing. Logically speaking, no matter where you come from, as long as you enter my sight, I should be able to see your origin. But for the past ten years, I have been unable to figure out where you came from."

"So, this is your reason for letting me act recklessly?" Ye Feng suddenly asked.

Bodhi chuckled softly: "You could say that, it's one of the reasons."

"Is there another reason?" Ye Feng asked, slightly surprised.

Bodhi held the withered bamboo and slowly walked along the path, with Ye Feng hurrying to follow.

He glanced at Ye Feng sideways and said with a chuckle, "Nothing special, but you are still my disciple. If I, as your teacher, don't even have this much tolerance, what kind of role model am I?"

Ye Feng remained silent upon hearing this, but a warm feeling quietly welled up in his heart.

In any case, Bodhi has indeed treated him well over the past ten years, truly regarding him as a disciple.

As for deception—ah, why would a dignified saint bother to deceive an unknown nobody?

As they walked, Bodhi said, "I do not know your origins, therefore your past and your destiny are beyond my divination."

But I am clear on one thing: in these past ten years, the secrets of heaven have become disordered, and even with my limited understanding, I can no longer see clearly; everything has begun to become blurry and unpredictable.

"Is it because of me?" Ye Feng asked in a low voice.

Bodhi shook his head: "I'm not sure. As I said, I can't see anything about you clearly, so naturally I can't determine whether the chaos in the heavenly secrets is related to you."

He smiled again: "But you don't need to worry."

In the beginning of chaos, before heaven and earth were illuminated, and the secrets of the heavens were shrouded in mystery, those great supernatural beings fought tooth and nail for a sliver of hope—having weathered such chaos, what is this little turmoil compared to that?

"You don't need to worry about being exposed when you go down the mountain this time."

I have cast a spell on you to conceal the secrets of heaven and reshape your causal relationships.

Even a sage of my equal rank would find it difficult to discern your true nature; at most, they could only trace it back to me.

Ye Feng gave him a deep look, a feeling of gratitude welling up in his heart.

This means that he finally has a true 'identity' in this world.

When he transmigrated here, he was like a lonely ghost in the void. Although ordinary people could hardly notice him, and even some quasi-saints might be able to fool him, a saint would probably be able to see through his anomaly at a glance.

Now that Bodhi has stepped in to cover it up, his existence has taken root.

From then on, they were no longer afraid of being watched by sages, nor did they need to worry about their origins being exposed.

"Alright, that's all I need to say. Old people talk a lot, so please don't find my rambling annoying." Bodhi stopped, waved his sleeve as if shooing someone away, "If you set off now, you can still catch that monkey."

Ye Feng bowed respectfully, but as he stood up, he reverted to his usual carefree demeanor, smiling as he said, "Master, aren't you going to say something like, 'Don't mention my name if you cause trouble outside'?"

Bodhi chuckled: "If I told you, would you listen?"

Ye Feng grinned: "Disciple is timid and afraid of pain. If someone were to arrest me and torture me to extract a confession, I'm afraid I would confess after just a few words and would definitely implicate you, Master."

Bodhi glared at him: "You spineless coward, get out! Get out! Get out!"

Ye Feng turned to leave, but Bodhi suddenly called out again, "Wait."

Ye Feng turned around, his face showing confusion.

Bodhi handed over the withered branch he had just broken off, and Ye Feng reached out and took it.

The patriarch smiled slightly: "Take this branch for self-defense. Also..."

His gaze sharpened slightly, but his tone remained calm: "After you leave, when facing Wukong, you don't need to back down too much... Remember, there's no need to be afraid."

After saying that, she gently patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, turned around with a smile, and slowly walked towards the Taoist temple.

Ye Feng stood still, watching the figure gradually walk away until it disappeared from sight.

A moment later, he looked down at the withered bamboo in his palm—just a section of yellowish, bitter bamboo, seemingly ordinary.

At this moment, a hazy, seven-colored halo faintly flowed around the bamboo, containing a subtle spiritual energy that remained hidden.

"Good stuff," Ye Feng thought to himself, quickly putting it away.

It quickly determined its direction, transformed into a streak of rainbow light, and soared into the air, speeding off in the direction the monkey had gone.

……

Ye Feng flew extremely fast.

A rainbow streaked across the sky, and in an instant, it had left Fangcun Mountain. The vast landscape seemed to rush past beneath our feet like a phantom.

In a short while, he crossed the border of Xiniuhezhou and entered a vast ocean.

This is also thanks to the fact that Fangcun Mountain is located on the edge of the continent, close to the coast; if it were deep inland, even with Ye Feng's amazing speed, it would still take a lot of time.

He sped along at full speed, and about half an hour later, in the vast sea and sky, he finally saw a figure riding the clouds and mist, moving forward at high speed.

Ye Feng immediately accelerated and closed the distance in an instant.

In a flash of light, he was already blocking the way, startling the man into stopping abruptly.

When the other person recognized him, he was first taken aback, then exclaimed with delight, "Senior Brother? What brings you here? Has the Patriarch changed his mind and sent you to call me back?"

Ye Feng shrugged and laughed, "You're overthinking it. I was kicked out by my master too, and now I'm a homeless man. I suddenly remembered you, how about we team up?"

The monkey's expression darkened at first, but then it cheered up again.

He had just been expelled from his master's school and was filled with melancholy and depression.

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly appeared. Although he was not summoned back by order, he came to keep him company.

This affection was enough to make him happy.

He grinned, his golden eyes gleaming: "Alright, senior brother, let's go on an adventure together!"

The moment his gaze fell upon the monkey, a system notification suddenly rang out in Ye Feng's mind.

"Successfully reunited with the monkey. Reward: Top-grade innate spiritual treasure - Primordial Heaven-Slaying Sword."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng noticed a chilling immortal artifact had appeared in his personal space. He didn't take it out to examine it, but just by sensing it, he felt an overwhelming killing intent rushing towards him, and even his primordial spirit trembled slightly involuntarily.

What a terrifying sword… Ye Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

A top-grade innate spiritual treasure is already one of the most precious items in this world, surpassed only by legendary treasures. With his current cultivation level, if he wielded this sword, he could even fight against a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

At this moment, the monkey grinned and said, "I couldn't be happier if my senior brother came! Come, let's go to Flower Fruit Mountain for a visit—to tell you the truth, my Water Curtain Cave is a truly blessed place, filled with spiritual energy, a rare and beautiful place."

Ye Feng laughed loudly, and he and the monkey took off side by side, speeding eastward.

Between Xiniu Hezhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou lies a vast and boundless ocean called "Wangyang". Its immensity seems to connect the ends of heaven and earth.

Apart from the coastal waters of the four continents, which are under the jurisdiction of the Four Sea Dragon Kings, the vast other waters are occupied by countless powerful demons. Among them are many ancient species, violent in nature and possessing extraordinary fighting power.

These demon races are powerful, with hordes of demon soldiers under their command. They are extremely arrogant, and even the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas are wary of them and unwilling to provoke them easily.

On the edge of Xiniu Hezhou, there lived a renowned overlord of the waters—the Jiao Demon King. He commanded all demons and dominated the region, so much so that even the Dragon King of the West Sea dared not confront him directly.

Besides, within the depths of this endless Wangyang, countless terrifying beings lurk, including ancient and powerful beings who have survived since the primordial era, remaining hidden from the world, their whereabouts unknown to anyone.

No one can predict what kind of calamity they will encounter once they go deeper.

However, all of this was insignificant to Ye Feng and the monkey at this moment.

They simply flew through the air, unaware of any ferocious creatures lurking beneath the waves below.

More than an hour later, a fairy mountain finally came into view, standing on the edge of the blue sea, surrounded by clouds and mist, with auspicious clouds everywhere.

The monkey's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Senior brother, we've arrived! That's Flower Fruit Mountain. When we get back to Water Curtain Cave, I'll introduce you to my children and grandchildren."

Driven by homesickness, he increased his speed again, moving as fast as lightning.

The two landed on the mountaintop, disappearing into the shadows. Gazing at the familiar forests and mountains before him, the monkey was filled with emotion and let out a long howl.

The whistling sound pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, shaking the surrounding peaks.

"My children! Your king has returned! Come out and greet him!"

At this shout, monkey heads emerged from the grass, the shadows of the trees, and the crevices of the rocks—young, old, male, and female. Upon first seeing Wukong, the monkeys were taken aback, then overjoyed.

An old monkey with graying beard and hair leaped out first, landed, and bowed, its voice choked with emotion: "Your Majesty, you have been gone for twenty long years! We have longed for your return day and night, and the Water Curtain Cave almost fell, nearly unable to be defended!"

Upon hearing this, Wukong's expression hardened, and he hurriedly asked for the reason.

The old monkey cried out in sorrow, "Recently, a demon has been causing trouble, harming all monkeys and oppressing all races. Seeing that my Water Curtain Cave has excellent feng shui, he forcibly occupied it, intending to take it for himself."

We fought to the death, suffering heavy casualties, and many of our descendants were taken captive… Fortunately, Your Majesty returned; had it been another year or two later, we fear our entire empire would have been lost!”