Chapter 32: Second Score, Back to the Underworld

Sun Wukong pointed at him and continued to curse: "You beast, come here!"

Guanyin couldn't bear it anymore, she shuddered, turned back into human form, and disappeared back into the void.

He murmured, "I am so angry, so angry, I never thought this monkey-head could be so vulgar. How can such a person become a Buddha, how can he become a Buddha..."

See the eagle disappear in an instant.

Sun Wukong chuckled.

Come on, come again, I’ll still curse at you.

They were playing tricks on me, so I just pretended I didn't know.

See what they can do to me?
Having made up his mind, Sun Wukong rested for a moment and pondered.

He silently recited the magic formula in his mind and stepped directly onto the somersault cloud.

But he had never practiced the somersault cloud.

It flew crookedly, and a few times it even wiped out the clouds.

In the distance, Guanyin, who was following closely, slapped her forehead.

"Oh my God……"

What the hell is this?

He is something.

He can't even control the somersault cloud.

Still expect him to exorcise demons?

It's over, it's over.

The matter of spreading Buddhism to the East must be put aside for now.

The most urgent task is to retrain this monkey.

That's it?

What can he do?

Guanyin thought for a moment, too lazy to care about him anymore, flapped her wings twice, and flew quickly to the west.

……

Lingshan.

In the small courtyard, lotus flowers bloom and golden scales gather in groups.

This is the temple of Patriarch Bodhi.

Lingyun led the way in front, and Guanyin followed closely behind.

After turning a corner and passing through a bamboo forest, Guanyin saw Bodhi Patriarch, lying on a bluestone, with his chest and bare feet, and holding a palm-leaf fan, fanning himself non-stop.

He quickly put eleven bows together and said, "Greetings, ancestor."

"What's the matter?"

"My lord, I'm afraid your disciple Sun Wukong is not capable of taking on the important task of the Journey to the West." As he spoke, he recounted what Sun Wukong had just done.

Patriarch Bodhi's face turned dark and he stopped fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan.

I thought to myself, I never expected that monkey would leave me.

It also brings shame to me.

It really makes me angry.

But then I thought again, that monkey is indeed stupid, but what can I do?
Originally, only the 72 Disha transformations were taught.

I even taught him the Thirty-Six Heavenly Constellations, but he's so stupid, what can I do?
"Haha, Venerable Guanyin, except Sun Wukong, no one else can resolve this disaster."

"Can you explain it in detail, ancestor?"

Patriarch Bodhi laughed and said slowly: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, go ahead."

……

Daleiyin Temple.

The Tathagata sits high on a lotus platform.

Guanyin stood in the hall and recounted what Sun Wukong had done.

"what!"

Wenshu was shocked: "He can't even control a somersault cloud?"

"With such a high level of cultivation, how can you travel west?"

"What on earth did he learn?"

"Didn't the ancestor say that he has already reached the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal?"

"This monkey just wants to live a carefree life every day. I'm afraid he never practices cultivation."

Guanyin continued, "Everyone, I asked the Taoist boy of the ancestor about it. The monkey was extremely stupid when he was in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

He also took chanting as a spiritual practice and did so for a full year."

'boom……'

The hall suddenly became chaotic and everyone was buzzing with discussions.

"Substitute someone else."

"This person is not good."

"If you can't even use the Somersault Cloud, how can you subdue demons and monsters?"

"He's so stupid, can he fight against monsters?"

When the hall was quiet for a while, Guanyin bowed eleven times and said, "Buddha, I am afraid that monkey is unable to shoulder the great responsibility of spreading Buddhism to the East."

After a long silence, Tathagata's solemn voice rang out: "It has to be him. Please step back and wait for me to think it over."

……

……

The Eighteen Levels of Hell. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sits on a black lotus platform.

He slowly said, "Everyone, at 3:15 AM tonight, Sun Wukong will return to the prison cell in the underworld."

"Why is that?" King Yama asked, "Isn't our business over now?"

When King Qin Guang heard this, he knew that trouble had come again, and frowned, "Yes, isn't it all over?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly opened his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name:
"Everyone, I cannot explain the details of this matter. Anyway, I will trouble you tonight to make sure that monkey burns or alters the Book of Life and Death.

Otherwise... otherwise there will be great disaster in the underworld, and you and I will fall into reincarnation."

When the Ten Kings of Hell saw his solemn tone and horrifying words, which concerned themselves, their faces suddenly changed.

"Buddha, is it really that serious?"

The Ten Kings of Hell are merely the Taiyi Golden Immortal, who are in charge of the six realms of reincarnation all year round.

In this world, he is not considered a powerful figure.

They also know that there are still many things they don't know.

There are also many things that they cannot express clearly.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded and sighed:
"You just need to know that Sun Wukong must destroy the Book of Life and Death tonight. As for the rest, without... the law, I cannot say more.

Please do your best, go ahead, go ahead."

……

Yama Hall.

Back at the Yama Palace, the Ten Kings of Hell fell into a strange silence, without uttering a word.

Monkeys are difficult to deal with.

People have already seen through life and death, and family ties.

If you are not afraid of death, what else are you afraid of?

The strategy of concealing the matter of the Book of Life and Death and then forcibly throwing mud on it later also failed.

Even the forced frame-up has failed, what else can we do?
That monkey has no weaknesses yet.

He doesn't care about the life or death of monkeys.

This is how to do?
"Maybe there will be something interesting tonight." King Taishan suddenly spoke.

When everyone heard that there was a play, they immediately perked up. King Yama hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

“Just think about it, the monkey came out of the underworld and filed a complaint with the emperor. He must have thought that the matter here was over, and he has been back to the world for several days.

If I suddenly catch him back at this time, will he be angry?

Isn’t that a bit too bullying?”

The Ten Kings of Hell fell silent again.

Lord Sun has seen through life and death, so how could he be angry?

All I can say is that there is little hope.

"Hey... let's see, maybe God will help us."

"I hope so."

"By the way, send someone to watch the cell and report any movement of Sun Wukong as soon as he arrives."

"Well, I'll arrange it."

"I don't know which powerful person actually captured him and took him to the underworld..."

Starry.

Master Sun returned to the East and crawled into bed, feeling a little proud.

"Humph, as long as I don't have any ability, no one can order me around. As long as I'm incompetent, no one will look at me straight in the eye. I just pose like this, lie like this, do whatever you want."

You want me to go to jail? There's no way.

You want me to be a Buddhist lackey? Maybe in my next life.

I'm just going to swing it all the way and kill them.

After blowing out the oil lamp, Sun Wukong closed his eyes. When he thought about scolding the eagle during the day, he felt extremely happy.

"Play with me, I'll kill you, let's see what you can do?"

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I felt a coolness all over my body.

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked: "Wow!!!"

He sat up suddenly, opened his eyes and was surprised.

This...a double goal?

Am I, Old Sun, back to the Hall of Yama?

Isn’t the matter of the underworld over?

No, no.

Does this mean that we have to follow the script?
Do we have to take the blame for the Book of Life and Death?

Countless thoughts came to mind one after another, and Sun Wukong felt his mind was a mess.

Then I thought again, forget it, the Journey to the West has made too many calculations.

It was still that black iron door.

It was still that cold prison cell.

Sun Wukong came back to his senses: "The underworld?"

its not right.

How did I get in again?

(End of this chapter)