Chapter 36: Chapter 036: The Great Saint Deceives for the Scriptures Chapter 36: Chapter 036: The Great Saint Deceives for the Scriptures It had been said that as Ming River arrived at the Blood Sea, Indra had just entered; after all, Ancestor Minghe’s Escape Technique was much faster and he arrived in an instant.
Ancestor Minghe said to Indra, “Give that Asura Mirror.”
Indra did not dare say much, and seeing Ancestor Minghe’s ashen face, thought he had caused a disaster, so he handed over the Asura Mirror.
Upon receiving it, Ming River reversed the mirror’s light and released Wukong from inside. Poor Wukong, having been captured by the Asura Mirror, only felt his Primordial Spirit was groggy, nearly dying inside; if not for the slight support from two Primordial Spirits, he might have truly turned into a puddle of blood.
Ming River grabbed Wukong and gave his hand a shake, indeed shaking out a Jingu Bang and the Pair of Male and Female Whips—one soft, one firm—which were replicas of the Great Year Whip and the God-Beating Whip. He couldn’t help but frown secretly; these were authentic products refined from Old Lord’s Eight Trigrams Furnace, it seed that what Ksitigarbha King had said was true!
“Damn it,” Ming River couldn’t help but curse, “You brat, always causing trouble for ! You’ve caused a huge disaster!”
Indra exclaid in shock, “Please instruct , Ancestor, please punish .”
Ming River shook his head and said, “What’s the use of punishing you? This Monkey King has deep connections with the Supre Lord. You captured him, and soon, that old lord is likely to co knocking on my door. What should I do then?”
Indra cried out, “Ancestor, spare my life! Ancestor, spare !”
Ming River laughed and scolded, “You worthless brat, I didn’t say I was going to make you take the bla. When the Saint arrives, I’ll have my own plans.”
Ming River had also almost thought of a perfect solution; he definitely had to hand over the person, but there were many ways to go about doing it.
At that mont, Wukong gradually ca to his senses and saw Ming River and Indra. He couldn’t help but leap up, holding the Jingu Bang in hand, and cursed, “Demon, how dare you harm your Grandfather Sun!”
Ming River simply flicked his finger, and a beam of blood light hit Wukong squarely in the chest, sending Wukong flying and tumbling to the ground, unable to get up for the mont.
“Who are you? Do you know who my master is? How dare you harm !” Wukong was secretly alard, realizing that this person’s abilities were far too formidable; he simply had no ability to fight back.
“Oh? You Monkey King, who is your master?” Ming River asked.
Seeing the Divine Whip and Great Year Whip thrown at Ming River’s feet, Wukong replied, “My master is one of the Three Pure Ones, first in Alchemy and Artifact Refining in the world. Tell , who is he?”
Ming River thought to himself, “Indeed! This Monkey King’s master is the Supre Lord! Thankfully I didn’t strike too hard; this old lord has so few disciples, if I had killed one, I would have turned the entire Netherworld Blood Sea upside down.”
Indra was also taken aback and fearful, realizing that this person was a disciple of the Supre Lord. It was fortunate that he had not hastily activated the Asura Mirror to kill him; otherwise, how could the old lord spare him? Although Ancestor Minghe’s mana was boundless, when facing a Saint, his chances of winning were nearly non-existent, and he would definitely have pushed Indra to take the bla.
Ming River uttered an ‘Oh’ and said, “So you are the disciple of the old lord. Indra, take this Taoist friend down to rest a bit.”
Being cautious, Indra asked, “What is this Taoist friend’s na?”
Wukong then said, “My surna is Sun, and my na is Wukong.”
Indra said, “Taoist friend Wukong, follow down to recuperate, and I will soon send you out.”
Wukong collected his Magical Treasure and then followed Indra to a guest hall to rest, while Ming River silently left the Blood Sea, waiting for the Supre Lord to arrive.
“Heh, Taoist friend, you’ve got quite the nerve to capture , Old Sun, and that’s certainly offending my master!” Wukong chuckled.
Indra, being a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and having been terrified by Ming River, hurriedly said, “Taoist friend Wukong, I was also unaware of your origins; otherwise, how would I dare to capture you?”
To Wukong, it seed that Ming River and Indra truly believed him. Banking on those two Magical Treasures from the old lord, his bluffs seed to have so effect, so with an idea in mind, he said, “Taoist friend Indra, you trapped inside that Asura Mirror, causing damage to my Primordial Spirit. You must give sothing good for compensation, otherwise I will tell my master—no, just telling my eldest martial brother will make it impossible for you to escape unscathed.”
The old lord had one disciple nad Master Lingbao, whose mana was also extrely strong. Although usually low-key and seldom appeared in public, he was such a close disciple; Indra certainly could not withstand him.
Indra knew he had offended a disciple of the Saints and couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat as he clasped his hands and said, “I beg you, Wukong, to be generous and show rcy, show rcy!”
Wukong replied, “How can I forgive you if you don’t produce sothing to show your sincerity?”
Indra was frightened again, and said, “You don’t know, my friend, that the Naihe Gui, Asura Mirror, Asura Sword, and other Magical Treasures belong to the Ancestor. I rely borrowed them; I dare not give them to you! If you have any other requests, please do ntion them, and I shall do my utmost to satisfy them.”
Indra was truly terrified. Offending a disciple of the Saints was akin to seeking death, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just about the Saints taking action, even just Master Lingbao alone could reduce him to ashes. However, little did he know that Wukong was not actually a disciple of Laojun; he was rely taking advantage of the reputation.
“Hehe,” Wukong chuckled sinisterly, causing Indra to shiver, “Friend Indra, I won’t trouble you. I have long heard of the renowned ‘Blood God Sutra’ of the Netherworld Blood Sea and am quite eager to see it. Just bring this ‘Blood God Sutra’ to Old Sun for a look, and this matter will be erased completely. I promise not to ntion a word of your involvent with Ancestor Minghe to the Patriarch.”
Wukong had the ‘Sutra of the Other Shore’ in his hands at the mont. This ‘Sutra of the Other Shore’ was truly extraordinary; however, he wasn’t planning to cultivate it himself but ant to give it to the Daoist Equal to Heaven for cultivation. But recently, the Daoist Equal to Heaven had been busy with the matter of Eastward Propagation of Buddhism, thus hadn’t had ti to cultivate. He knew that the ‘Blood God Sutra’ from the Netherworld Blood Sea was extrely mystical, especially suitable for cultivating the Blood God Child incarnations; Ancestor Minghe, in particular, was formidable, having cultivated four hundred and eighty million incarnations, nearly invincible under the Saints.
Upon hearing this, Indra’s neck shrank as he exclaid, “No, not that! Choose sothing else! If my Ancestor finds out I’ve shared the ‘Blood God Sutra’ outside, he will definitely kill .”
Wukong sneered coldly, “Rest assured, friend Indra. If you let look at the scripture, I surely won’t share it. I’ll keep it for my own cultivation. Besides, if I don’t tell, how would Ancestor Minghe know it was you who shared the ‘Blood God Sutra’? Hehe, if you’re unwilling, then I won’t bother explaining further. Wait until my master arrives, and you can explain to him yourself why you’ve brought to your Blood Sea.”
Indra was terrified out of his wits, knowing that arguing his case before a Saint was akin to courting death. Moreover, he had deeply witnessed Yuan Shi Immortal Monarch’s thod of protecting his disciples—during the fifth great calamitous Divine Enthronent of ancient tis, Yuan Shi Immortal Monarch had intervened several tis for his disciples, and once he did, there was practically no survivor. He had long regarded the Three Pure Ones as protective as Yuan Shi. If Wukong truly spoke ill of him in front of Laojun, wouldn’t that truly an “his life was over”?
His life was precious, and even if the ‘Blood God Sutra’ were passed on, it would likely be far in the future, and he had ensured that it would never be revealed. When the ti ca and the Ancestor inquired, he just needed to grit his teeth and deny having shared it, thus he might still have a chance to live. If the Saints caught a hold of this scandal, forget living—it would be impossible even to reincarnate, but a direct obliteration, squandering millions of years of cultivation.
Indra gritted his teeth and said, “Can you swear not to share it?”
Wukong swore, “I will absolutely not share it!”
Indra then said, “Very well, I’ll let you see the ‘Blood God Sutra’ then…”
With that said, he took out the ‘Blood God Sutra.’ Wukong received the scripture and imdiately flipped through it. While it was all written in Ancient Seal Script, he recognized it, and quickly morized all of the content, then returned the scripture to Indra.
“Hehe, thank you, friend Indra. Now, I have finally fulfilled one of my long-held desires! Rest assured, upon returning, I won’t ntion this matter at all. I’ll just say that you had invited as a guest and will certainly speak highly of you to the Patriarch,” Wukong said.
Indra sighed with relief and said, “That’s good, that’s very good. This matter concerns my life. I implore you, my friend, never to share it, lest the Ancestor finds out, and my death is certain.”
Wukong smiled and said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I have already sworn to you that I shall never share this scripture!”
The clever Monkey King truly had remarkable thods, seizing this opportunity brought by serendipity combined with his own wit, he deceitfully obtained the supre cultivation thods of the ‘Blood God Sutra’ from Netherworld Blood Sea! This scripture described how to cultivate vital essence and then transform it into Blood God Child incarnations, thereby enhancing one’s Cultivation and Magical Power. Concerned that his own defense skills were too few, Wukong was secretly overjoyed when he obtained the ‘Blood God Sutra.’ Thinking of delving into it thoroughly once he returned.
Seeing Wukong repeatedly assure him, Indra slightly relaxed and clasped his hands, saying, “Since my friend has said so, I am deeply convinced! You are truly a man of your word and worthy of being a disciple under the Morality God.”
The Ksitigarbha King, attempting to help Wukong and prevent a major conflict with Ancestor Minghe, had let Minghe and Indra take the initiative, believing Wukong to be a significant figure. Once Wukong claid to be a disciple of Laojun, they believed it to be true.
Wukong secretly laughed to himself, thinking, “How tactfully this guy speaks, hehe… ”
“Friend Indra, my master will arrive shortly. Do not worry; I will definitely speak well on your behalf. Perhaps my master will even bestow upon you a couple of elixirs,” Wukong continued to deceive Indra.
Indra was overjoyed upon hearing this. Who didn’t know that Laojun was the foremost in Alchemy under the heavens, and that any single Immortal Pill from him could greatly increase one’s mana? Such an opportunity was truly rare.
Indra said, “I am unworthy of such honor. I only beg that you do not ntion our misunderstanding, lest the Saint misconstrue it.”
Wukong replied, “Indeed, that makes sense.”
He wasn’t worried about lacking soone to rescue him; his business concerned Tathagata’s grand plans, and when the ti ca, the Three Pure Ones would surely co to demand his release from Ming River.
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