Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

Meanwhile, as Sun Qiong was deeply engrossed in cultivation, the Yellow Wind King had already arrived at Mount Luojia.

Mu Zha, who was guarding the mountain, was flustered and looked dejected.

It wasn't until the Yellow Wind King called him several times that he came to his senses.

"Who goes there?"

Mu Zha sized up King Huang Feng and asked sternly.

King Yellow Wind sighed before speaking:

"Brother Muzha, have you forgotten me?"

Mu Zha looked closely and then remembered that the person in front of him was the yellow-haired weasel from Mount Ling.

Although we weren't close, we had met before.

"Huh? You're a yellow-haired weasel, what are you doing here?"

"I will temporarily join the pilgrimage team to protect Xuanzang on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

Mu Zha was taken aback by what the Yellow Wind King said.

But he quickly realized what those words meant.

"You can do that?"

Mu Zha scratched his head, never expecting that the yellow-haired weasel would enter the pilgrimage team in this way.

However, whether the Bodhisattva will recognize someone who is an unregistered member forcibly cutting in line is still a question.

"If something serious hadn't gone wrong on this trip, I wouldn't have dared to come to the Bodhisattva's place."

King Yellow Wind is currently pondering that if he can accompany Xuanzang on this journey to obtain the scriptures, he will definitely have the opportunity to enter Mount Ling and become the Mighty King Bodhisattva.

Although the status is not high, the Bodhisattva status means a life free from worries.

Furthermore, he was originally one of Buddha's people, and he will definitely have a place in Mount Ling in the future.

For the Yellow Wind King, this is absolutely a good thing.

Once you gain the Bodhisattva's approval, the rest of the journey will be much easier.

But if he can't get it, then he has a way out, and Sun Qiong's side is his way out.

Judging from Sun Qiong's expression, he seemed to have found some unexpected ways to make a living.

If I can really survive, following Sun Qiong might not be a bad idea.

The worst option is to go back to Huangfeng Ridge and become a demon king there.

With that thought in mind, King Huangfeng, guided by Muzha, headed towards Mount Luojia.

When the twenty-four celestial beings saw the Yellow Wind King, they also stepped forward to pay their respects.

The sun-drenched wooden beast went straight to the entrance of Chaoyin Cave to report: "The yellow-haired weasel has something to discuss with us."

The Bodhisattva was leaning on the railing by the Lotus Pond, admiring the flowers, when she heard the report. She immediately turned to the Cloud Rock, opened the door, and invited the Bodhisattva in.

King Huangfeng solemnly converted and paid homage, remaining motionless for a long time.

The Bodhisattva asked, "Are you the yellow-haired weasel from Mount Ling? What brings you to see me?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva seemed to be seeing the Yellow Wind King for the first time, speaking in a calm tone and not paying any attention to him.

King Huangfeng immediately bowed, knowing he couldn't afford to offend the person before him.

Not daring to say more, King Yellow Wind quickly spoke up:

"The pilgrims on their journey to the West were trapped at the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain."

Upon hearing this, the Bodhisattva remained unmoved, the stillness deepening, and simply asked calmly:

"What does that pilgrim have to do with you?"

The last time the Four Sages tested the mind of Zen, Guanyin Bodhisattva tested the Yellow Wind King's true heart.

If Xuanzang hadn't suddenly caused trouble, the two followers and the Yellow Wind King would have stayed there on their own.

The Buddha's quota was four disciples plus a horse, but now there are only three. As for Sha Wujing, Guanyin Bodhisattva has found out that he was killed long ago.

"O Bodhisattva, a few days ago, I was invited by Xuanzang to join his pilgrimage team to protect him on his journey to the West."

King Huangfeng dared not say more, for fear that a single wrong word might reveal something to Sun Qiong.

He now regrets coming to Mount Luojia on his own initiative.

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't ask any further questions. She already knew about the matter, and now she was just getting the result.

The Yellow Wind King is currently in the pilgrimage team, and Guanyin Bodhisattva has no intention of driving him away.

"In that case, you shall escort him westward."

Unlike Sha Wujing, Huang Feng Da Wang, despite his mistakes, was still Buddha's sable on Mount Ling.

Therefore, it's impossible for him to have any connection with Guanyin Bodhisattva.

King Yellow Wind was disappointed by this answer.

He hoped to obtain proof of his journey to the West directly from Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But now it seems that the Bodhisattva does not intend to accept him.

"Please, Bodhisattva, save him. Also, the Dragon Girl is at Wuzhuang Temple."

The Yellow Wind King raised his head and stared at the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva turned around and nodded expressionlessly.

"Go ahead, I have my own plans."

Having said this, King Yellow Wind had no choice but to take his leave.

After witnessing everything unfold, Mu Zha saw the yellow-haired weasel off before finally asking:

"Bodhisattva, this yellow-haired weasel is also a member of the Buddhist community. Why not grant him a place in the pilgrimage team?"

When Guanyin Bodhisattva saw him ask a question, she turned her gaze to him.

That gaze was devoid of emotion, yet it made Mu Zha break out in a cold sweat and involuntarily kneel down on the ground.

"This Yellow Wind Monster is related to Mount Ling, so giving him a position would be a bit of a waste."

Only after he kowtowed did Guanyin Bodhisattva speak.

This Yellow Wind Monster is not the one who leads the horse up the mountain.

With him around, many things that Wukong couldn't handle alone become much simpler.

But this is not what the Bodhisattva wants.

What Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted was not simply the journey to the West to obtain the scriptures; that was the result the Buddha desired.

What he wanted was the right to trade along the journey to the West.

He looked at Muzha kneeling on the ground, his thoughts churning.

"Mount Ling is the Buddha's sacred mountain. How can my Mount Luojia not become the new sacred mountain?"

Soon, the Yellow Wind King returned to Wuzhuang Temple.

When he arrived, the Bodhisattva had already arrived and was chatting and laughing with Zhenyuan Daxian, the master of Wuzhuang Temple.

At this moment, Sun Wukong stood to the side, with a bright golden headband on his head.

"How could I possibly trouble the Bodhisattva with my humble deeds?"

The Bodhisattva smiled and said:

"Tang Sanzang is my disciple. Sun Wukong offended you, so he should compensate for the precious tree."

Soon, the ginseng fruit tree that had fallen to the ground and withered was brought back to life by the Bodhisattva's magic.

This scene amazed Sun Wukong.

But this time, Guanyin Bodhisattva did not let him go.

"Wukong, you impudent monkey, you don't know what's good for you! That ginseng fruit tree is a spiritual root created by the heavens and earth, how could you hurt it?"

Knowing the Bodhisattva's power, Sun Wukong quickly explained:

"This disciple truly does not know."

That day, he was not at home; only two fairy boys were waiting for us. It was Zhu Wuneng who knew he had fruit and wanted one to try. His disciple Wei stole three from him, and the brothers shared them.

The boy, realizing what was happening, began to curse us endlessly. It was this disciple who, in anger, pushed the tree down.

Upon hearing him say this, Guanyin Bodhisattva gently scolded him:

"shut up!"

Zhenyuan Daxian waved his hands repeatedly:

"Great Sage, you don't know that my two disciples were spoiled and didn't know what was wrong. Now that they have received your teachings, they will surely do good from now on."

At this point, both Zhenyuan Daxian and the Bodhisattva smiled and let the matter drop.

Both sides enjoyed themselves immensely. Just as the Bodhisattva was about to leave, the Dragon Girl leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"But I wonder if the Great Immortal has ever heard of the Six-Eared Macaque?"

"What is a six-eared macaque?"

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback, his face full of confusion.

Seeing his reaction, Guanyin Bodhisattva simply nodded, but then turned her head to look to the side.

"Is someone's mirror broken in this room, Master?"

Zhen Yuanzi followed the gaze and saw that the room was Sun Qiong's room.

The Great Immortal took a step:

"It's just that the young Taoist boy in my temple has received some good fortune."

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded and turned to say goodbye to Zhenyuan Daxian.

However, at that moment, the door creaked.

All eyes turned to that room.

Soon, a figure walked out from inside.

That person was none other than the bewildered young Taoist boy, Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, why don't you come and pay your respects to Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Zhenyuan Daxian offers a reminder.

The young Taoist boy named Qingfeng held back his tears and respectfully bowed to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Seeing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva did not linger any longer and turned to leave.

As for the pilgrimage team on the other side...

This is what they mean by "no fight, no friendship"—the four of them, master and disciples, were all happy and joyful until it got late and they went to bed.

That elder was truly: "Those who are fortunate enough to eat the herb and obtain the elixir of immortality will suffer the hardship of demons and monsters to achieve longevity."