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

Chapter 149 Heavenly Demon Art, Three Heads and Six Arms!

Looking at the sword so close at hand, Red Boy's face showed no joy, only a hint of shame: "Master, I didn't even offer any formal apprenticeship gift when I became your disciple, how can I accept this initiation gift?"

Huang Mei smiled, took his hand, and placed the invisible sword directly into his palm: "If you can be a good senior brother of Little Thunderclap Temple, that would be the best gift for your master."

Red Boy silently gripped the invisible sword and solemnly said, "This disciple will certainly live up to Master's high expectations—"

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your grandmaster. He'll be delighted to see you," Huang Mei said gently.

Red Boy smiled憨憨地 and obediently followed the other person out of Little Thunder Temple.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. When the master and disciple arrived at the inner court of Tushita Heaven, the Buddha of the East was not there.

Having no other friends within the sect, Huang Mei took Hong Hai'er and left, returning to Haoshan—that's another story.

That night.

Inside the mountain.

Huang Mei sat cross-legged in a stone chamber, silently comprehending the Heavenly Demon Technique.

The so-called Heavenly Demon refers to Mara, the sixth Heavenly Demon King, in this realm.

This Heavenly Demon Technique is not the opponent's original scripture, but rather some of their methods.

It includes three main parts: the power of transformation, the power of seduction, and the power of disturbing the mind.

Huang Mei compared the transformation abilities of the Thirty-Six Transformations with the Heavenly Demon Great Art and found that the Thirty-Six Transformations emphasized form, while the Heavenly Demon Transformation emphasized spirit.

Therefore, he tried to combine the two, but unexpectedly, the immortal energy in his body immediately went berserk, causing him to lose control and vomit blood on the spot.

Undeterred, he tried again and again to find a point where Buddhism and demonism could be combined.

But after trying eight hundred times, the result was always the same: the two parts simply could not be combined!

Fortunately, his original scripture, the Book of Future Awakening, is quite special, allowing him to use immortal energy to drive the Heavenly Demon Transformation, and the effect after the transformation is quite vivid, which is acceptable.

As for the power of seduction—this can be said to be the signature skill of the demon Mara.

Legend has it that he was skilled in all kinds of seductive arts and would appear specifically when the Buddha was attaining enlightenment to corrupt people's spiritual practice.

If the Buddha resisted all temptations, then he would directly use his supernatural powers to disturb the mind, directly influencing, distorting, and even modifying the meditator's mind, causing them to fall into demonic possession—essentially, a demonic invasion of the mind.

After truly understanding these three parts, Huang Mei also deeply realized why Buddhist practitioners were so afraid of demons.

Change, temptation, and inner demons—these three forces will inevitably lead to failure unless one's heart is as hard as iron.

As for the three-headed, six-armed supernatural power, there's not much to say; the most typical example is Nezha, the Third Prince.

Sun Wukong also has three heads and six arms, but his nature is completely different from that of the Third Prince.

His three heads and six arms are a transformation, one of the seventy-two transformations, which is essentially a "technique".

The Third Prince's three heads and six arms are equipment, a structure, a combat form that relies on external aids; in essence, it is a "weapon".

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The Three Heads and Six Arms technique that Huang Mei has now obtained is a combination of magic and artifact; it is both a manifestation of magic and can be enhanced by equipment.

Therefore, after understanding the essence of the technique, he called Red Boy to his side and practiced the Three Heads and Six Arms technique with him, without holding back at all.

Mainly, he felt there was no point in keeping this knowledge to himself. It wasn't like Red Boy would starve to death if he learned it; there was no competition between them.

But Red Boy didn't think so.

In his worldview, or rather, in his understanding of the world, becoming a disciple requires repeated requests and various tests.

Even after successfully becoming an apprentice, the master often doesn't immediately teach you real skills; you need time and opportunities to hone them.

Ultimately, you can only learn real skills when your master is willing or has no choice but to teach you.

But as it turned out, his own master completely ignored these unspoken rules.

He doesn't accept gifts when accepting disciples, but after accepting them, he gives them both magical treasures and supernatural powers, making him no less generous than one's own father.

Red Boy appears to be a child, but he is actually over three hundred years old. Moreover, he is not locked up in the deep mountains and doesn't know anything about the world, so how could he not know what is good and bad?

Therefore, after listening to his master explain the Dharma of having three heads and six arms, he was deeply moved, and his bright eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the child's teary eyes, Huang Mei asked in confusion.

"Master, only today do I understand why there is a saying that a master and disciple are as close as father and son." Red Boy wiped away his tears and said from the bottom of his heart.

Huang Mei chuckled, no longer in a hurry to discuss the Three Heads and Six Arms supernatural power. Instead, he was reminded of something: "Your saying that master and disciple are like father and son reminds me of another saying: 'If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness.'"

Holy Infant, what evil deeds have you committed?

The wrongdoings haven't been exposed yet, so we still have a chance to rectify them.

If the opponent seizes on a weakness and catches you off guard, it will be too late.

Red Boy pondered, "No, I don't think so—"

"No, right? Let me think about it again!" Huang Mei said.

Red Boy secretly observed his expression and asked softly, "Does asking the mountain gods and local deities for help usually count?"

"How did you invite him?" Huang Mei asked, amused.

Red Boy said, "It's just about calling them over and having them light the fire, hold up the door, ring the bell, and clean up the cave."

"Are you going to pay me?" Huang Mei asked.

"They are spirits of the underworld, what use would they have for money?" Red Boy said innocently.

Huang Mei said irritably, "Put yourself in their shoes. If someone ordered you around like that, wouldn't you be angry? If you had the chance, wouldn't you want to get revenge?"

He remembered clearly that in the original story, the local deity of Zhongshan complained to Sun Wukong about this matter and sincerely begged Sun Wukong to eliminate the monster and save the lives of the people.

Now, with the addition of Zhifeng and Longnu to the journey west, if I can make a big deal out of Manjushri's mistakes, the other party can naturally turn a small matter into a big one, and a big matter into a calamity!

Red Boy actually considered this idea for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh.

"Go and invite them here. Go and invite them yourself. I will help you resolve this hidden danger," Huang Mei said, waving his hand.

Red Boy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly flew out of the cave.

Half an hour later.

Red Boy returned, followed by a group of mountain gods and local deities who looked as if they had lost their parents.

In the past, if Red Boy wanted them to do something, he would simply send a little demon to inform them.

Now that the Holy Infant King has come to invite me personally, I'm afraid he's going to drain my marrow from my bones—just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

"Master, I've brought them all," Red Boy said, bowing as he entered the cave.

The gods were greatly alarmed upon hearing this.

This demonic infant even has a master?

What kind of terrifying demon king must his master be?

Oh no, oh no, this is truly like lambs to the slaughter.

Before the long table, Huang Mei slowly rose, smiling as he looked at the mountain gods and local deities who were secretly observing him: "I, Huang Mei, greet you all—"

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