From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Seeing their silly and cute appearance, the chubby baby laughed and stopped the woman who was about to teach the prince's four little demons a lesson, saying, "My good disciple, please wait."

He then said to the four people, "Where did you monsters come from, dressed up like this to come to my Little Thunderclap Temple? Are you monsters from the opera troupe?"

"Why do you look down on people, you little monk?"

The wild boar retorted, "We are not mountain monsters, but pilgrims on a pilgrimage! Pilgrims from the Great Song Dynasty! We are going to the Western Paradise to pay homage to the Buddha and bring back all the scriptures so that we may live forever! We are not like you monks who chant dead scriptures in temples!"

Upon hearing this, the young monk burst into laughter, saying, "Interesting! Interesting! If you're on a pilgrimage to the West, how come you don't even recognize me, the future Buddha?"

"The Future Buddha?"

The toad paused for a moment, then asked the wild boar, "Is this also a Buddha?"

How would I know?

The wild boar was speechless, but then said, "However, since he is Buddha, he must also have scriptures. If we take his scriptures, we might be able to live forever."

"Yes!"

The toad suddenly realized something, exchanged a glance with the gorilla and the weasel, and knelt down with the wild boar, kowtowing and saying, "We beg the future Buddha to bestow scriptures upon us."

The little monk's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

To be honest.

Having lived all these years, this was the first time he had ever seen such an abstract monster, which made him chuckle...

Chapter 1524 The Little Monster in Langlang Mountain (Part 5)

How did you come up with the idea of ​​going on a pilgrimage to the West?

The young monk suppressed a laugh and asked the four people.

"We heard the storyteller recite the 'Journey to the West' poem..."

The toad blurted out, but before he could finish, a wild boar nudged him lightly and took over the conversation, saying to the little monk, "Buddha, don't listen to my master's nonsense. He caught a cold because of the cold weather and is feeling a bit dizzy... We are the pilgrims from the Great Song Dynasty, who have been vanquishing demons and monsters along the way, hoping to meet Buddha and receive scriptures so that we may live forever."

"Yes! Yes, yes!"

The toad quickly chimed in, "I caught a cold, my head is spinning, I was just talking nonsense."

After saying that, he even sneezed, and his snot flew onto the woman's feet.

Seeing this, the woman's hair stood on end, and her eyes flashed with lightning, as if she could turn these four ignorant and ridiculous little demons into charred remains at the little monk's command.

But the little monk became genuinely interested in these four little demons who dared to lie even though they knew he was the "future Buddha," and said, "I will certainly bestow scriptures upon you."

The wild boar winked at him and said expectantly, "Future Buddha, what scriptures will you bestow upon us?"

The young monk paused for a moment, then suddenly became interested and asked, "What scriptures do you monks on your pilgrimage recite?"

"Seriously!"

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The toad and the wild boar exchanged a glance and then spoke without hesitation.

The gorilla and the weasel exchanged a smile and blurted out.

"..."

The young monk remained silent for a while, then tentatively asked, "Recite it once so I can hear it?"

"Alright, Buddha, listen carefully!"

The four little demons rose, clasped their hands together, and then each made one of the four mudras of Shakyamuni: the Dharma-teaching mudra, the Abhaya mudra, the Mara mudra, and the Varada mudra. They then recited the sacred mantra: "Chirp chirp chirp, Mami Mami hum, east, west, north, south winds, the vanguard rushes to the north slope..."

This recitation caused all the monsters in the hall to tremble in body and mind!

It wasn't that the scriptures recited by the four little demons contained any great supernatural powers; it was simply because what they were reciting couldn't even be considered scriptures. They were not even as good as the precious scrolls chanted by illiterate nuns and monks in small temples and monasteries.

Those "precious scrolls" and similar chants at least consider the logical rationality of the text when they are compiled, but the content recited by these four little demons is completely fabricated. They recite whatever comes to mind, without any regard for logic, only caring about how it sounds when they are recited.

It really is—

"Talent"

"!!!"

The young monk couldn't understand what they were chanting at all, but seeing them so engrossed in it, even to the point of being oblivious to the world around them, a sense of awe rose deep within him.

After finishing the recitation, the four little demons were all panting. They felt they had recited it very well and wanted to recite it again. However, considering that the "future Buddha" was present, they suppressed their desire to perform and bowed to Huang Mei again, saying, "Buddha, what do you think of our recitation?"

"Excellent! Absolutely wonderful! You chant scriptures only for your own pleasure, which shows far more wisdom than those countless beings struggling in the sea of ​​suffering without even realizing it! Remarkable! Truly remarkable!" The little monk exclaimed in admiration, then looked at the toad and asked curiously, "What's your name?"

The toad put his hands together, said "Amitabha," and his mind raced. Knowing that he absolutely could not reveal his real name, he said, "Buddha, the pilgrim of the Tang Dynasty was Jin Chanzi, and I am the pilgrim of the Song Dynasty, also called Jin Chanzi, the 'Chan' in 'toad'."

"Golden Chanzi?"

The little monk paused for a moment, then carefully examined the toad. He then burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face, and exclaimed, "Golden Cicada! Golden Toad!"

Hahahaha!

"Good! Good! Good! You shall be called Golden Toad!"

"Buddha, when will you give us the scriptures?" The wild boar got down to business, blinking its eyes with great anticipation.

"You must be tired from your journey. Why don't you rest at the Zen temple for a few days to recharge your energy before continuing your pilgrimage?"

The young monk had already taken a liking to these four little demons, finding them far more interesting than the ones he had already taken in—Bu Bai, Bu Jing, Bu Neng, and Bu Kong. He had decided to accept them as disciples, but he still needed to temper their temperaments.

Although he had the Acquired Bag in his hand, which could capture souls and distort right and wrong, the cultivation of these four little demons was too low. If they were to actually enter the Acquired Bag, they would probably turn into pus in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Buddha, we are not tired."

The wild boar's eyes shone brightly. "We are filled with passion because we want to help all living beings, let more people know the secrets in the scriptures written by the Buddha, and teach all living beings in the world to become Buddhas and saints!"

"Why are you all so stubborn? You're just like the Tang Dynasty pilgrims who went on their pilgrimage back then."

The young monk was slightly speechless, and his goodwill towards him decreased slightly. He advised, "Go and rest for a few days first, and I've prepared good wine and food."

"Alcohol? There's alcohol! I haven't had a drink in ages!"

The toad, no longer caring about the monk's image, jumped up, its eyes filled with excitement.

"That's right."

Seeing that the toad wanted to drink, and noticing that the wild boar was also tempted, the little monk nodded in satisfaction and uttered his twisted and heretical doctrine: "Drinking wine and eating meat is the only way to be truly happy!"

But the weasel spoke up at an inopportune moment: "I have something to say."

Everyone looked at him.

"Monks do not drink alcohol."

The weasel recited a Buddhist precept.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the wild boar realized what was happening and questioned the little monk, "Who are you? You are definitely not Buddha!"

"Hahaha!"

The little monk laughed loudly, revealing his true form. He transformed into a bald monk with a tall, bushy beard, wearing a yellow robe and a string of gray prayer beads. He carried a wooden halo on his back, looking down at the four little demons with an arrogant attitude. He shouted in a grand tone, "Since you can see the future, why don't you bow?"

"monster!"

The wild boar picked up a rake, the gorilla picked up a wooden stick, the weasel shouldered a crescent-shaped staff, and the toad also raised its fist. Completely unaware of the difference in strength between friend and foe, they charged towards the old man with yellow eyebrows.

The four demons, Bu Bai, Bu Jing, Bu Neng, and Bu Kong, were about to protect the Dharma, but were forced back by Huang Mei's words and were about to fight the four little demons themselves.

But we see:

Wild boars plowed with rakes, gorillas struck with wooden sticks. Toads pounded with fists, and yellow-skinned shovels smashed. The four of them pounded away, using all their strength, yet Huang Mei showed not a single injury.

When the four were panting heavily, Huang Mei, whose clothes were not even torn, chuckled and knocked the four little demons out of the temple with one palm each, mocking, "With such little skill, you think you can emulate Tang Sanzang and his disciples on their journey to the West? Those country bumpkins can't even dream of such things!"

The temple gates closed, but laughter echoed.

The wild boar, though embarrassed and enraged, retorted, "You dare to impersonate Buddha? You truly don't know what's good for you! Be careful, or we'll go to Mount Ling and find the real future Buddha! We'll report you!"

"Let's go. The monsters in this place are too powerful; we can't afford to mess with them." The toad, however, felt timid and thought it best to avoid the Little Thunder Temple.

Why be afraid of him?

Despite his righteous indignation, the wild boar accepted reality and decided to bypass the Little Thunderclap Temple...

Chapter 1525 The Little Monster in Langlang Mountain (Part 6)

"A funny little monster."

Outside the temple.

On the frost road.

Another young monk gazed at the figures of the four people and the horse, his already upturned lips curving into even greater joy, "They just aren't very sincere."

"It's just a minor demon; it's not good to ask too much of it."

Seeing the four lesser demons leave, Yuan Shoucheng sighed – they were ultimately lesser demons, and his strength was insufficient.

He then asked, "Maitreya, are you really going to wait for Gu Yue and Yuan Jue to arrive before you make a move? It's one thing for Huang Mei to harm the nearby villagers."

Those villagers, seeking wealth, lured passersby to the temple, where they were devoured by countless bats... It's hard to discern whether they were good or evil.

But your boy, in order to deal with that powerful and divinely appointed person, captured many boys and girls, and even tried to harm the tortoise general!

Those young boys and girls are unlike their parents; how innocent they are!

“ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh!”

Maitreya sighed, his smile fading slightly, and shook his head, saying, "The immortals and Buddhas are already extremely wary of those chosen by Heaven. If I were to make a move—"

"Would you be willing to stand with me against all the immortals and Buddhas in the heavens?"

Yuan Shoucheng remained silent.

Indeed.

The chosen one comprehends the Great Dao within the cycle of reincarnation, possessing boundless supernatural powers, unmatched by anyone in the three thousand worlds. But what can one person alone do?

Even if all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are killed, all living beings will rebuild order and oppress the weak... It's not as simple as spreading the great Dao you've come to understand to bring harmony to the world.

He would never easily take sides unless he was 100% certain; at most, he would help the chosen one once or twice unintentionally, and that would be all.