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

"Thank you, Venus." Huang Mei exhaled a breath of stale air and bowed.

Not refusing the other party's kindness was not because the matter really needed to be considered for three years, but simply because "deliberation" was a sign of respect for the Heavenly Court and the Jade Emperor.

Venus smiled slightly and rose gracefully into the air: "Your Majesty, please wait. We shall meet again."

Outside Xiaoleiyin Temple.

Bai Susu watched Jin Xing's figure disappear into the distance, then, swaying her skirt, she walked briskly to Huang Mei: "Are we about to set off?"

"Wait a moment." Huang Mei shook his head, led her into the hall, and bent down to pick up the gold page left on the table by Master Xuandu.

"What is this?" Bai Susu asked curiously.

"You'll see when you see it."

Huang Mei released his divine sense and probed into the golden page. His vision suddenly came to a cave world, where he saw rows of golden characters floating in front of him, releasing an aura of the Great Dao.

To mediate and influence.

Reversing Yin and Yang.

Shifting stars and changing constellations.

Return to heaven and return to the sun.

To command the wind and rain.

……

"Hiss~"

After reading the thirty-six names in the golden characters, Huang Mei gasped in shock.

"What's wrong?" Bai Susu asked hurriedly.

"This is... the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang!!!" Huang Mei said, his pupils trembling.

"What are the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang? Are they techniques of transformation?" Bai Susu asked, her eyes sparkling.

Her favorite art is transformation, and she is quite talented in it.

"It's not that superficial."

Huang Mei said, "The Heavenly Dipper Transformation is a Taoist technique that harnesses the laws of nature and the divine powers of the Great Dao. It is a high-level divine power of the Taoist sect, and each branch has the ability to reach the heavens."

The transformation technique you understand is just one of the thirty-six Taoist methods, called Embryo Transformation and Shape Change.

Similar to this are the large and small Ruyi scepters.

The former can freely change its own shape, while the latter can arbitrarily change the size of itself and objects.

Bai Susu then realized the preciousness of this immortal scripture and murmured, "Was this left behind by that sorcerer? Why would he do this?"

Huang Mei said in a deep voice, "Because I am now qualified to become a pawn of the Daoist sect."

Bai Susu seemed to be deep in thought.

Overall, this is a good thing.

Huang Mei then said, "Having more supernatural abilities means having more methods, which might save your life in a critical moment. Su Su, let's study this path together."

Bai Susu asked, "Won't this interfere with accumulating merit?"

In her simple understanding, now that she had the Thirty-Six Transformations, it was never too late to comprehend them. But the merit missions wouldn't wait for anyone; once missed, they were missed, and there was no chance to make up for it!

Huang Mei smiled and said, "There's no rush."

How could he not know that after the ordeal at Liusha River, it would be the time for Sanzang to remember his roots and for the four sages to test his Zen mind?

Although I don't know how the Four Sages' Test of Zen Mind will mutate under my influence, even a fool would think that this is not a story I can get involved in.

In other words, going to show off in front of the Four Saints was pure suicide!

a few days later.

Just as Huang Mei and Su Su were completely absorbed in practicing the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, Sanzang and the others had already arrived in front of several houses, where they saw:

The gate is adorned with green cypress trees, and the house is near green mountains.

The walls were made of plaster and the enclosure was made of brick.

"Disciples, it's getting late. There happens to be a manor here; we can stay the night."

Looking at this exquisite manor, Sanzang felt a strange sense of joy and reined in his horse.

Sun Wukong looked up and saw auspicious clouds covering the sky, with ethereal mist, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Pigsy, already exhausted from walking, immediately chimed in, "This is fate bestowed by heaven; it is only right."

Sun Wukong chuckled inwardly.

God?

I'm afraid it was man-made!

In the end, the master and his disciples arrived at the gatehouse, only to find the gate open and three large halls facing south in front of them.

At this very moment, a middle-aged woman stood in front of a hall, hanging a white silk ribbon on the roof beam and silently tying a knot that wouldn't come off.

"Why does this look so much like hanging?" Pigsy said, scratching his head.

In the blink of an eye, the woman brought over a wooden chair, placed it under the white silk, stepped on the chair, and hung it around her neck.

"Oh no! It's really a hanging! Wukong, hurry and save him!" Sanzang exclaimed in alarm.

Sun Wukong could tell that this woman was no ordinary person and did not want to get involved: "Master, I look like a monkey in human form, my second brother looks like a pig in human form, and my third brother looks like a monster in human form. If we rush over, we might frighten her. You have the heart of a Bodhisattva and are compassionate. Why don't you go and save her yourself?"

Seeing that the woman had already kicked off the stool, Sanzang had no time to waste any more words. He rushed to the front of the hall, reached out to support the woman's legs, and carried her down with his bare hands.

"Where did you come from, monk? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" After being rescued, the woman was not very grateful and asked with a frown.

"As monks, we should be compassionate. How can we stand by and do nothing to save someone in distress?" Sanzang shook his head and said.

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "But what if living is more painful than dying?"

Sanzang said, "Death is not the only way to escape; rather, it is a way to avoid it."

Benefactor, what difficulties have you encountered? Please tell this humble monk.

Perhaps this humble monk can offer you some advice and come up with a solution?

"You said it yourself!" The woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she grabbed his wrist.

"Amitabha, please don't be agitated, this is indeed what I said," Sanzang said.

At the gate, Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, inexplicably feeling as if Sanzang had jumped into a pit.

"Who are those people?"

The woman let out a long breath and suddenly looked up at the door.

Sanzang explained, "They are my disciples. Although they look a bit strange, they are not bad people."

"If that's the case, then let's go into the hall and discuss it in detail," the woman invited.

Sanzang and his companions then followed behind the woman into the central hall. The woman then summoned a young girl and served them hot tea and fruit, but that's another story...

"Thank you for your hospitality. I am very grateful. Please tell me about your difficulties, benefactor." After silently taking a sip of tea, Sanzang said with a smile.

The woman sighed softly, "My maiden name is Jia, and my husband's surname is Mo."

She had an unfortunate childhood, losing her parents-in-law at a young age, and she and her husband continued to maintain the family business.

Unfortunately, he was destined to have no sons, only three daughters.

Two years ago, she tragically lost her husband and had no other relatives.

Now that the daughters are all of marriageable age, the three of them are the closest of friends, and they are reluctant to part, even unable to bear the pain of separation for a moment.

Therefore, they decided to marry the same man, but their tastes differed, and despite going on many blind dates, they still couldn't find a match, which worried me, their mother, terribly.

I tried everything to persuade them, hoping they would either marry separately or lower their expectations, but they wouldn't listen at all. They even complained that I was trying to separate them. I really can't live like this anymore.

"My family has over 300 mu of paddy fields, over 300 mu of dry land, over 300 mu of mountain land, and 72 estates. We have inexhaustible wealth, yet we cannot pass it down."

Sanzang: "..."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's mouth watered, and he suppressed his excitement, asking, "Female Bodhisattva, what do your three daughters look like?"