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

In this world, he is one of the very few who stand at the pinnacle.

Few things can escape his deduction and control.

Even if there are occasional changes, they are only related to the other few supreme saints.

But now, he was experiencing something unusual—an unknown beyond his expectations.

Who exactly is this black-feathered raven?

Why was there no warning beforehand? And what did this monkey do to offend it, that it suffered such a severe injury?

He remained silent, and no one dared to breathe; the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Feng maintained his folded-wings posture, his eyes secretly glancing upwards.

What is this old Bodhi thinking? Why hasn't he said a word?

"You...have you come to become my disciples?"

After an unknown amount of time, Bodhi finally spoke.

The stagnant atmosphere in the hall dissipated.

Ye Feng nodded hurriedly: "That's right! My brother Monkey and I are devoted to the Dao. We have long heard that the Ancestor is a highly accomplished and virtuous master. We have come here to earnestly request to be accepted as disciples. We hope that the Ancestor will have mercy and accept us into the sect for cultivation."

After speaking, he bowed deeply with utmost sincerity.

Unfortunately, being a crow, its legs cannot bend, and it can only barely lower its body.

There's nothing we can do; birds are just born unable to kneel.

Ye Feng had given the matter of becoming an apprentice a lot of thought.

Although they have awakened to the "selection system" and have a foothold.

But this is the world of Journey to the West—

A truly high-magic era, where powerful beings are everywhere, and Golden Immortals are no better than dogs.

Although it is more stable than at the beginning of the primordial era, the top combat power is still concentrated in the hands of those few old monsters, and their strength is even more terrifying than before.

In such a world, going it alone is never going to work; the safest option is to find someone to rely on.

In this world, Bodhi is undoubtedly the thickest "leg".

Consider the original story: Sun Wukong caused chaos, but in the end he was only imprisoned for five hundred years. After he came out, he was able to obtain a Buddha position. If Bodhi had not secretly protected him, how could he have had such a smooth life?

After hearing this, Bodhi's gaze still lingered on the unconscious monkey.

He fell silent once again.

Immediately, his gaze slowly turned to Ye Feng, giving him a quick glance.

This glance seemed nonchalant and indifferent.

In that instant, he had already used 129,600 kinds of innate divine calculation techniques, supplemented by 83,000 great divine powers that trace back to the source.

result--

Blank.

His origins are undetectable, as if he had never existed in the cause and effect of heaven and earth.

Bodhi was stunned.

He was not unaware of so-called variables; in the ancient times, countless people defied the heavens.

There have been a few who almost broke free of the shackles of fate, turned the tide, and achieved unprecedented feats.

Ultimately, however, they were all swallowed up by time, turned into dust, and disappeared into the long river of history.

He and a handful of others alone ascended to the highest realm, indestructible through countless eons, transcending all living beings.

However, at this moment, his long-dormant emotions quietly stirred, and a long-lost sense of curiosity and exploration quietly arose.

He became interested in Ye Feng.

With a slight smile, he said softly, "A steadfast Dao heart is truly rare. Since that's the case, then join my sect, and I will impart to you the true essence of the Great Dao."

Ye Feng was overjoyed; his opportunity had arrived!

He immediately kowtowed again: "Master, please accept my bow!"

He still performed the traditional bowing gesture—he simply couldn't kneel down with his two bird-like legs.

Just then, the system's voice rang in his mind:

"Successfully guiding the monkey to become an apprentice will reward you with the top-tier Golden Crow bloodline."

A torrent of intense heat erupted from within Ye Feng, and he immediately felt that it contained boundless power, as if it were reshaping the very essence of his life.

He remained calm and silently refined the power, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Only Bodhi glanced sideways, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, as if he sensed something but did not point it out.

Turning his gaze to the unconscious monkey, the patriarch spoke calmly, "Who will go and wake this monkey?"

On the prayer mat below, a disciple immediately stood up and rushed forward: "Master, this disciple is willing to go."

This man was about twenty years old, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with an ordinary appearance. He quickly ran over and helped the monkey up.

Based on my medical knowledge, I tried pinching his philtrum and regulating his breathing, but there was no response.

After several minutes of fussing, the monkey remained completely unaware.

Ye Feng couldn't stand it anymore and skipped forward, saying, "Junior brother, let me do it. You go fetch a bucket of water."

"Junior brother?!"

The Taoist priest glanced at Ye Feng, and his heart skipped a beat—I clearly entered the sect earlier than you!

Although he was dissatisfied, he had to suppress his emotions and turn to fetch water because Bodhi was present.

A moment later, he returned carrying two buckets of water.

Ye Feng gestured for it to be put down, then spread its wings and took off. Its small claws easily lifted the bucket, which was several times larger than itself, but it did not immediately splash the water.

A wisp of heat rose from the palm of his hand.

Everyone stared intently, and to their astonishment, the clear water in the bucket began to boil and bubble, with hot steam rising from it.

Is he boiling water? What is he planning to do?

The disciples under Bodhi looked at each other, full of doubt.

The next moment, someone suddenly realized what was happening, and their expression changed drastically!

But it was too late to stop it—

Splash! Two buckets of boiling water were poured over the water!

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the hall. Just hearing it sent shivers down their spines.

Suddenly, a bright red monkey sprang up three zhang (approximately 10 meters) high, its body dripping with water and its skin burning hot.

"Who! Who wants to boil this monkey!"

He was furious, jumping up and down and roaring, his eyes scanning the surroundings before instantly locking onto the culprit—Ye Feng!

"It's you!"

Overwhelmed with anger, he looked down and nearly fainted on the spot.

Its proud golden fur fell off in large swaths after being scalded by boiling water, revealing its scarlet, bare skin.

He completely lost it!

He was the Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain, and his dazzling golden fur captivated countless female monkeys back then!

You can hit me, you can scold me, but poking my hair?! That crosses a line!

He roared and, without thinking twice, charged straight at Ye Feng.

Even if it means fighting tooth and nail, I'll still take a piece of your flesh!

however--

Ye Feng simply raised the bird's claw and pressed it down lightly.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the monkey was slammed heavily onto the floor as if it had been suppressed, its limbs stiff and unable to move even a finger.

Having gained a thousand years of cultivation and fused with the top-tier Golden Crow bloodline, Ye Feng's strength now far surpasses that of the monkey, the gap between them like an insurmountable chasm.

If he hadn't shown mercy, the monkey probably wouldn't have survived even a single feather.

The monkey struggled desperately, but the pressure from above was not only incredibly heavy, but also an invisible restriction sealed off its entire body, rendering it unable to move.

Inside the main hall, many Taoist priests witnessed this scene, and the way they looked at Ye Feng had completely changed.

That crow... it's ruthless.

It's clearly a ferocious bird; we must never provoke it in the future.

After enough intimidation, Ye Feng slowly spoke, his tone calm: "Enough, monkey. Open your eyes and look around. Where is this place? Is this where you can run wild? Hurry up and pay your respects to the patriarch."

The monkey was startled, and then looked around and found itself in a solemn hall, with many Taoist priests sitting on both sides and an old man with a sage-like appearance sitting high above.

He was incredibly perceptive and instantly realized—this was the legendary ancestral temple!

Ye Feng then withdrew his suppression.

The monkey stopped pestering him, turned over and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: "Grandmaster! This disciple is a monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain in Aolai Country. I have crossed the ocean solely to seek the Dao. I humbly beg the Grandmaster to accept me as your disciple!"

Bodhi coughed lightly, his eyes slightly shifting.

He thought he could proceed as planned—first scold the monkey for the long journey, then pretend to drive it away, and then take it on as a disciple, so that the other party would understand the difficulty of the path to immortality and how rare such an opportunity is.

But... when his gaze fell on the monkey, his heart skipped a beat.

That was so embarrassing!

His face was a mix of blue and purple, with bloodstains still wet. In addition, the two buckets of boiling water that had been poured on him earlier had left his body red and stained like a branding iron. Half of his golden fur was charred and curled off, making him look extremely miserable.

Under such circumstances, how could he possibly have the heart to kick people out?

With a sigh in his heart, he flicked the whisk in his sleeve, and a silver light entered his body like a thread.

In the blink of an eye, life begins to flow, and withered veins are revived.

The wound healed rapidly, the swelling subsided, the crack closed, and even the hair that had been burned off grew back, shiny and more vibrant than before.

The monkey instantly felt completely refreshed, all its pain vanished, and overjoyed, it repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Ancestor! Thank you, Ancestor!"

Bodhi sat upright on the futon, waiting for the disciple to finish his greetings before speaking: "Disciple of Aolai Kingdom, you have crossed the sea and endured seven years of trials, demonstrating your sincere devotion to the Way. Therefore, I grant you entry into the sect. Do you have parents? Do you have a name?"

Upon hearing the words of accepting a disciple, the monkey was overjoyed. After seven years of wandering, he had finally found his home, and the path to immortality was within reach.

He immediately replied, "Master, I was born of heaven and earth, without parents or a name. I humbly request that you bestow a name upon me."

Bodhi pondered for a moment: "Although your appearance is ugly, you resemble a monkey. Why not take 'Sun' as your surname?"

"Our lineage has a twelve-generation system for transmitting teachings. You belong to the tenth generation, which corresponds to the character 'Wu' (悟). Therefore, your Dharma name will be 'Sun Wukong' (孙悟空). Are you willing to accept it?"

The monkey was startled, then overjoyed, leaping up and doing several somersaults in a row.

"Sun Wukong! I have a name now! I have a name now!"

After finishing his posture, he knelt down again and said, "Thank you, Ancestral Master, for bestowing this name upon me!"

Bodhi nodded, then turned his gaze to Ye Feng.

One glance was enough to make my thoughts a jumbled mess.

Reflecting on this person's behavior since arriving on the island, Bodhi couldn't help but ask himself: Was it too hasty to accept him as a disciple in the first place?

I have a feeling this guy will cause trouble in the future; he'll probably be even harder to manage than this monkey.

Well, what's done is done. If disaster strikes, we'll deal with it then. Even if the heavens and earth collapse, it's nothing more than a common occurrence in his eyes.

Ye Feng, having already noticed Bodhi's gaze and guessed his intentions, spoke first:

"Master, I already have a secular name, Ye Feng."

Does it have a name?

Bodhi paused slightly, then nodded gently: "It has a name, very good. In that case, let me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the crow suddenly raised its wings high, palms facing upwards, as if it were receiving a treasure, its expression solemn and excited.

"Thank you so much, Master, for bestowing this treasure!" Ye Feng said with a face full of gratitude.

Bodhi: "???"

What treasure? When did I ever say I would bestow a treasure?

Ye Feng, however, remained calm and spoke eloquently: "I have long heard of the grandeur of the Immortal Sect, which bestows upon every new disciple a protective magic treasure."

I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but I never expected my master's kindness to be as heavy as a mountain. He wanted to bestow a treasure upon me the moment I entered his tutelage. I am deeply grateful and will serve him diligently from now on, accumulating enough money for his coffin so that he may live a long and worry-free life!

Bodhi: "..."

This stupid bird can actually speak human language?

And—I'm here to give you a Dharma name, not to give you a free gift!

Just as he was about to speak to clarify, the crow turned to look at Sun Wukong, its tone solemn: "Monkey, why don't you kneel down and thank him? Your master has bestowed this treasure upon you; how can you be negligent!"

Sun Wukong suddenly realized what was happening, and without hesitation, he prostrated himself on the ground, raising his hands above his head: "Thank you, Ancestor, for bestowing this treasure!"

He was overjoyed: not only did he get to pay homage to the immortal master today, but he also received a magical treasure as a gift. It was truly a stroke of good fortune from heaven!