Lingji Bodhisattva forced a smile and said, "Senior, this... this was supposed to be..."
Tang Sanzang replied, twisting his wrist, "It was supposed to be your affair, but since he sought my help, I had to intervene. Moreover, you agreed on three years, and the term has expired. Do you still want him to wait another year? That would be a different karma... To be precise, it would be additional wrongdoing. If he were to ask again...
Um...
Are you sure you want him to keep waiting?"
Upon hearing this, Lingji Bodhisattva shivered and sighed, "Senior is right, karma indeed. Since the ti has co, we should resolve it. There’s no reason to keep him waiting."
Having said that, Lingji Bodhisattva stood up, took out a resurrection pill, and handed it to the Crown Prince, "This is a resurrection pill. Take soone to the imperial garden by the well and call out to the Well Dragon King. He will bring up your father’s body. Feed him this pill, and he will revive imdiately."
The Crown Prince, hearing this, was overjoyed, knelt down, and repeatedly thanked him…
Lingji Bodhisattva forced a smile and said, "Don’t thank , if you want to thank soone, thank Tang Sanzang here."
The Crown Prince then knelt before Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang waved his hand and said, "Don’t thank either, I am rely returning the karma. Your father helped throw away trash, and I am just helping him settle his karma..."
Upon hearing this, both the Crown Prince and Lingji Bodhisattva were stunned.
This terrifying being before them agreed to help the King of the Crow-cock Kingdom reclaim his throne and resurrect him just because the King had helped him throw away trash? Damn, does such trash even exist? They wanted to help throw it too!
At the sa ti, Lingji Bodhisattva also felt secretly fortunate that he had followed his heart, settled the karma, and did not force Tang Sanzang into a predicant. Otherwise, if the King of the Crow-cock Kingdom were to help this bald monk throw away so more trash, he might have to go talk to Manjusri Bodhisattva.
Just then, Tang Sanzang suddenly turned around and said, "Wukong, where are you going? You weren’t gentle a mont ago!"
Wukong, who was tiptoeing away, heard this and nervously laughed, "Master... I..."
Before he could finish, Wukong sprang up saying, "Sorsault Cloud!"
Wukong soared into the air, and Tang Sanzang raised an eyebrow: "Big jump!"
Boom!
Tang Sanzang chased after Wukong, and soon, a fist shot into the sky, followed by a monkey vanishing like a shooting star.
Watching this scene, Lingji Bodhisattva silently clasped his hands together, casting a sympathetic glance at Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, the White Dragon Horse, and others, while also showing understanding for their predicants in accepting a thief as their master.
The group let out a wry smile and said, "Bodhisattva, we’ll continue our journey to the west then, goodbye. Oh, and Crown Prince, please sign our travel permits first, we need to get going."
The Crown Prince promptly took care of it.
After finalizing the paperwork, the pair and horse hurriedly followed Tang Sanzang and Wukong.
anwhile, Lingji Bodhisattva and the lion-monster headed back to Mount Ling.
On the way, the lion-monster asked, "Bodhisattva, who exactly is that bald guy? He’s terrifying... And why didn’t you give a heads-up?"
Lingji Bodhisattva forced a smile and said, "Had I told you beforehand, would you have calmly waited for Tang Sanzang? Alas... I thought you might avoid him, but who knew...
Anyway, I too have many difficulties that aren’t easy to explain.
This matter concerns the reputation of Mount Ling; keep it to yourself and don’t discuss it, understand?"
The lion-monster nodded repeatedly, signaling understanding, then asked, "What about informing the other brothers? In case they go too far, I’m worried…"
Lingji Bodhisattva said, "Don’t worry, we have notified the underworld. They can jump the reincarnation queue."
The lion-monster exclaid, "@#￥@￥...&"
anwhile, Tang Sanzang finally arrived at Flat Peak Mountain. Looking at the now empty Lotus Cave, he couldn’t help feeling sad. "Ah... such good monsters, why is not a single one left?"
While he was speaking, two figures descended from the sky.
Looking up, Tang Sanzang saw the two beings looking back at him. The six eyes eting, all parties seed sowhat excited.
"Are you monsters?" Tang Sanzang asked excitedly.
"Why haven’t you left yet?!" both Gold Horn and Silver Horn, who had co for Lao Jun’s belt, exclaid at the sa ti.
Then, both sides fell into deep thought again.
Silver Horn said, "Big brother, this Tang Sanzang is wearing a hat, and look at that expression, he doesn’t seem dumb or silly. Listening to his words, it seems like he doesn’t recognize us. Doesn’t he feel different from the fierce and malevolent one we t before?"
Gold Horn nodded slightly, but seed scared by the bald one. He didn’t dare to get too close.
Just then, a figure appeared beside them, it was one of the eighteen Garanas.
This Garana clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, fellow Daoists."
"You’re Garana, the protector of Buddhism? Why are you teaming up with this bald... monk?" Gold Horn asked in surprise.
Garaṇa smiled bitterly and said, "Fellow Daoists, you have mistaken the person. Although he looks the sa, this Tang Sanzang is not the one you’re talking about. This is the real Tang Sanzang..."
Gold Horn and Silver Horn were both stunned. "What? The real Tang Sanzang? Then who was that previous one?"
Garaṇa knew it was impossible to keep the matter secret, so he explained everything to Gold Horn and Silver Horn.
After exchanging glances, they slowly rose to their feet, then, with a flick of their sleeves, they started complaining furiously, "Damn it, you promised us an ordinary man, you said he would be accompanied by the monkey and others, and you set a ti. But you didn’t fulfill any of that! Knowing there were two Tang Sanzangs, with that deranged one walking ahead, why didn’t you warn us? Just let us take it head-on?
This isn’t just a pitfall; this is outright sending us to our doom!"
As they ranted, spittle flying, Garana wiped the saliva off his face while bitterly smiling, "Fellow Daoists, I’m really sorry. We didn’t have any other choice. If this gets out, where would we put the face of Mount Spirit? Please try to understand."
After a long rant, Gold Horn and Silver Horn felt helpless.
With things having turned out this way, they couldn’t just beat up the monk in front of them, could they?
Eventually, they got up to leave...
Just then, Garana stopped them, saying, "Fellow Daoists, hold on..."
"What now?" Silver Horn asked, visibly annoyed.
Garana said, "Look, since you’re here, could you possibly do another scene?"
Gold Horn and Silver Horn were stunned. Looking at Tang Sanzang in the distance, who was oblivious, and then at Garana before them, they responded with a sneer, "No way!"
"Oh, co on, this ti we’ll stick to the script," Garana pleaded. "As you’ve seen, that fake Tang Sanzang has blasted through all the trials on the journey to the west. This real Tang Sanzang hasn’t faced a single genuine trial all the way. In light of our past connections, please help us out this ti."
King Silver Horn snorted, "Help again? We nearly got killed by that baldy last ti, and you want us to deal with that baldy again? No way!"
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