Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

"Huang Mei, why are you knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

In the inner courtyard of Tushita Heaven, the Buddha from the East sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, looking at his disciple with a face full of doubt.

Huang Mei lowered his head and spoke humbly: "My master hit me three times in public during the day, then walked into the inner gate with his hands behind his back and lay down on his bed."

"I believe I should come to your bedside at midnight to receive your instruction."

Donglai Buddha chuckled lightly: "I hit you during the day because you were distracted while listening to the lecture."

I hit you three times because three hits is the standard for a minor punishment.

I walked through the inner gate with my hands behind my back because I have always liked to walk with my hands behind my back, let alone when I lie on my bed.

Huang Mei, you're overthinking things, it's too complicated...

Huang Mei remained silent.

Thinking too much?

Perhaps.

But the daytime procedures are just too much like a "hidden riddle".

At Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xieyue Sanxing Cave, Sun Wukong deciphered the hidden riddle in the plate and learned the true secrets of perfect understanding from his master, thus receiving the true transmission.

As a time traveler who had read the original novel, he had a deep memory of this part. Therefore, with the thought of trying anything, he quietly came, only to unexpectedly hear this response…

"Speaking of which, why were you distracted during the day when you were listening to the lectures?" On the bed, Donglai Buddha changed the subject and asked seriously.

Huang Mei exhaled a breath of stale air and looked up to reply, "I dare not hide it from you, Master. I have been feeling uneasy lately, as if something big is about to happen."

As the saying goes, the more a person lacks something, the more they want to flaunt it. His statement begins with a kind of flaunting.

In fact, he was distracted at the dojo during the day simply because he heard a ding and saw a line of characters appear before his eyes.

Those familiar with online novels know what this means.

Looking back, he had been in this world of great strife for three hundred years. At first, he had no idea that this was the world of Journey to the West, since he was not a soul transmigrating, but a body transmigrating. He even came wearing a nightgown and a pair of slippers with broken soles.

Until, in his struggle for survival, he trekked through mountains and rivers in search of human habitation, and unexpectedly stumbled upon the Buddha of the East.

At that time, Donglai Buddha was very curious about his attire, so he took the initiative to ask him.

Upon learning the other party's identity, he almost without hesitation chose to cling to this powerful figure.

Perhaps it was the thrill of seeing a worthy opponent, or perhaps it was a feeling of affinity, but the Buddha of the East took him under his wing and gave him the name... Yellow Eyebrows.

The name left him bewildered for a long time, with various thoughts constantly surfacing in his mind.

He knew that in the original Journey to the West, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was not a weasel. The character who truly became famous as a weasel was portrayed in a TV series called "Dream Phone."

But the question is, how did I end up with yellow eyebrows?

If I were to become Yellow Eyebrows, wouldn't that be equivalent to taking over the opportunities of the original Yellow Eyebrows in the Journey to the West?

After being bewildered for about three days, he decided to reconcile with himself, stop thinking about the almost philosophical question, and completely accept his identity.

The reason is simple: this identity can bring him a brighter and more splendid future.

For the next three hundred years, he dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest.

He meditated, chanted scriptures, recited Buddhist mantras, and practiced spiritual cultivation, turning himself into an ascetic monk and becoming an outlier in the Donglai Buddhist Temple.

After all, the inner court of Tushita Heaven, though not as extravagant as the inner court of the Buddha of Bliss, is still a carefree place in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

From top to bottom, including even the Buddha himself, everyone was lazy.

It's like a saint emerging from a bandit's den, or a gentleman appearing in a brothel—they just don't fit in no way.

But no one knows how much survival and psychological pressure he was under.

With a mortal body, he took on the "account" of Huang Mei. Regardless of the cause and effect involved, can he bear the clear destiny in that bright future?

If you can't carry it, what should you do?

In other worlds, one might not care about these things, but this is the world of Journey to the West, and it's not even the beautified TV version of Journey to the West, but the original story that's close to a dark fairy tale. How could he not think about these things?

That's why he was momentarily distracted when he saw the words "System is loading" during the daytime Dharma assembly.

As a result, he was punished and misunderstood the intention of the Buddha of the East!

"A sense of unease is brewing; something big is about to happen..."

On the bed, Donglai Buddha murmured these eight words, a smile suddenly appearing in his eyes: "Now that you're here, I'll give you a chance."

Huang Mei's heart trembled slightly, and a hint of expectation appeared on her face at just the right moment: "Thank you, Master."

"Don't thank me yet. This opportunity carries great risk, and you may not dare to take it," Donglai Buddha said, waving his hand.

Huang Mei's face tightened, and he slowly said, "Please give me your instructions, Master."

"Do you dare to rebel?" Donglai Buddha asked with a smile.

"Against whom?" Huang Mei asked.

Donglai Buddha pointed towards the direction of the Great Thunderclap Temple: "Of course it's against that person, not me!"

Huang Mei's temples throbbed, and he felt a turmoil in his heart.

A test?

impossible.

Does the Buddha Donglai still need to test one of his disciples?

A true rebellion?

Can't you?

Those useless people in the inner court of Tushita Heaven, let alone storming into the Great Thunderclap Temple, could be easily subdued by the Eighteen Arhats.

Unable to ascertain the other party's wishes, Huang Mei had a sudden inspiration and bowed deeply, saying, "I will leave it all to Master."

Donglai Buddha laughed heartily and pointed at him a few times:

"You slippery fellow... Fine, then I'll make the decision."

Three days later, on the third day of the third lunar month, I will go to the Heavenly Court to participate in the Primordial Dharma Assembly. At that time, I will leave behind the human seed bag, the chime hammer, and the golden cymbals.

You are the most diligent and ambitious disciple in my academy. After I leave, steal these three treasures and head down the mountain.

Huang Mei's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he bowed again and asked, "May I ask, Master, what should I do after I leave the mountain?"

"The fake Buddha has become a demon, recruiting monsters; then, listen to my next instructions," said the Buddha of the East with a smile.

Hearing him say that, Huang Mei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving aside the next steps, the first eight words represent Huang Mei's destiny.

Although he doubted whether he could shoulder this destiny, at least the mission wasn't as frightening as the Buddha Donglai had described.

"Your disciple will obey your instructions."

"Strive for it! I have the highest hopes for you. If you do this well, you will surely achieve enlightenment," said the Buddha Donglai in a gentle voice.

Huang Mei smiled and said, "Yes, disciple takes his leave."

Watching his departing figure, Donglai Buddha's smile gradually faded, and he muttered to himself, "Stir things up, stir things up, only by disrupting this game can we, master and disciple, have a chance."

three days later.

March 3rd.

No sooner had the Buddha Donglai left than Huangmei stepped straight into his bedroom, picked up the bag and the mallet, and was about to take the golden cymbal when a scream suddenly echoed throughout the Buddhist temple:

"Yellow Eyebrows, how dare you steal Master's magic weapon!!!"