Chapter 98: Chapter 096: When Will Zhuang Zhou Stop Dreaming of Butterflies Chapter 98: Chapter 096: When Will Zhuang Zhou Stop Dreaming of Butterflies In the discussion held in the Three Purities Doulu Palace, they clarified that Wukong had indeed been sent by Laojun into the Bagua World created by Fuxi.
This Bagua World was extrely mystical, and if one entered before their destiny had matured, they would get lost within it. Even a saint would have to exert great effort to escape! Tao Yao, however, seed to possess so secret technique that protected her body, allowing her to maintain a sliver of clarity within the Bagua World. Were it not for her, Wukong would have likely lost his way in the Bagua World long ago, unable to awaken until the cosmic cataclysm, forever bewildered within.
Naturally, the “Sutra of the Other Shore” he had comprehended was also indispensable. How many illusions and confusions were dispelled by the phrase “view it as such”? This Sutra, purportedly authored by Amitabha Buddha, was a supre scripture of the Buddhist sect from ancient tis, sothing ordinary people could never even hope to see. However, following the great war of the middle ancient tis, this scripture ended up in the Black Tower of the War God Secret Realm, suppressing the nearly collapsed Map of Mountains and Rivers. Then, it was obtained by Wusheng, who passed it on to Wukong, giving him a trendous advantage. This scripture was in no way inferior to the transformations of the Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Fiends.
“Wukong, you’re awake!” Tao Yao said with a smile, her white temples now impossible to conceal.
Wukong ca to his senses and asked, “Tao Yao, how long was I asleep?”
Tao Yao squinted her eyes and smiled, “I’m not sure, I forgot, I fell asleep just now too.”
Wukong unconsciously touched his head, feeling as if he had forgotten sothing, sensing that sothing was amiss.
“Tao Yao, why has your hair turned white again?” Wukong asked.
He paused, thinking to himself, “Why did I say ‘again’?”
Tao Yao responded, “I dyed it myself. Doesn’t it look nice?”
Wukong could only smile and say, “It looks nice, very nice.”
Tao Yao twirled her hair with her fingers, smiling, “Are you going to leave again this ti?”
Wukong sighed and answered, “Yes.”
Tao Yao waved her hand and said with a smile, “Then co back and see soon. If you don’t co back soon, I won’t talk to you!”
Wukong nodded and turned to leave the Peach Garden.
Tao Yao sighed wearily, collapsing to the ground, her hair completely white. She looked around cautiously, carefully pulling out a rainbow-colored peach from her bosom, murmuring, “Only three left, it’s the ninth ti already. After eating this, there’ll be none left, I must save the last for father.”
She bit off more than half the peach, feeling a searing pain in her chest. The peach had grown from her own essence; each bite brought a pang of pain. Enduring the agony, she finished the last peach. Then, under a peach tree, she wrote Wukong’s na. Each ti she finished writing the three characters, they disappeared. She wrote using the Xia Dynasty Dragon Seal; only such characters could have an effect in the deeply censored Bagua World.
Tao Yao dried the blood on her hands, then bit another finger and continued writing, her ten fingers now covered in bloodstains.
“Tao Yao, what are you doing!” Wukong, appearing behind her without her noticing, grabbed her hand.
Tao Yao jumped in surprise, hesitated for a mont, then said, “I was just bored, writing for fun!”
Wukong frowned, pulled her up from the ground, and shook his head vigorously, “No, no! You are lying to , sothing is definitely wrong.”
Tao Yao pursed her lips, wiped the blood off her hands using her skirt, and then hid her hands behind her back, “What’s wrong! Do you rember sothing?”
Wukong pondered deeply. Although he did not recognize the characters Tao Yao was writing, he could be certain she was not just writing for fun—who would joke with their own life? At this mont, Tao Yao, her hair nearly entirely gray, appeared very frail, lacking her usual vivacity and cheerfulness.
Wukong exclaid, “No, no! I must be in Laojun’s Bagua Oven again, but this ti it’s different. There are mysteries in this Bagua Oven that keep causing to lose myself ti and again, confusing my own identity.”
He sensed for the Daoist Equal to Heaven, but found that even the Daoist had fallen into a stupor. He thought to himself, “Indeed! Indeed! I am in Laojun’s Bagua Oven, but I don’t know what has happened that has trapped in this endless cycle of reincarnation.”
Tao Yao pursed her lips and said nothing.
Wukong asked, “Tao Yao, have you been captured here as well? Why aren’t you speaking?”
Tao Yao shook her head but still said nothing. The Peach Garden was her creation; if she disturbed the Enlightened Daoist, this world of the Peach Garden would collapse. Only the Enlightened Daoist awakening by himself might resolve the issue. After she entered this Bagua World, she felt the rules of this place. The Peach Garden was one of the starting points in Wukong’s reincarnation through eight different worlds. Each ti he stepped out, he entered a different world. He had been here for countless millennia, and each ti breaking through the mysteries of a world took a long ti. The longer he stayed outside, the more pain Tao Yao felt, continuously writing his na with her own vital blood to maintain a trace of clarity in his mind, giving him a chance to awaken from the Bagua World. Otherwise, he could be lost in this world forever.
Suddenly, Wukong said, “I rember now, I’ve left from here eight tis, each ti entering a different world, each situation unique. In a few of them, I beca a Buddha, in others, a Great Emperor, and several tis the heavens and earth shattered… Each ti I saw through the illusions, I obtained a character!”
He fiercely pulled the Jingu Bang from his ear, drew a Bagua diagram on the ground, and wrote characters on it, specifically the Eight Characters: Qian, Kun, Li, Kan, Dui, Ze, Xun, and Gen.
Tao Yao watched quietly and asked, “Have you realized it?”
Wukong sat cross-legged within the Bagua, smiled, and said, “I have realized… This is not the real world but an illusory world created by great divine power! Tao Yao, thank you for doing so much for .”
Tao Yao shook her head and smiled, “Sun Wukong, we are good friends, aren’t we? Didn’t you say that good friends should help each other? I still need your help to find my father!”
The Bagua diagram on the ground flashed with golden light, rose into the air, and absorbed the essence of this Bagua World, revealing a figure.
This figure wore plain clothes, donned an Eight Trigrams Robe, and wore Yin-Yang Shoes, sowhat resembling Laojun’s attire.
“Heavenly Emperor, Fuxi!” Wukong was astonished to see that the Bagua diagram had evolved into a shadow of Fuxi, which was incredibly astounding.
“To thoroughly understand the Bagua is to be my successor. This is the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams, the Seventy-Two Terrestrial Sha Transformations; take them for yourself!”
This Fuxi lacked his original consciousness, representing an extrely ancient divine thought.
Wukong was slightly taken aback. The Seventy-Two Terrestrial Sha Transformations were a powerful thod created by Fuxi, yet without Fuxi’s Nine Palaces Bagua thod, cultivating these divine skills to their ultimate potential was impossible, and would even hinder progress in cultivation! Yang Jian’s slow progression over many years was precisely because of practicing the Seventy-Two Transformations.
In the Taoist Sect, eight is even, and nine is odd, the combination of the two embodies endless mutations. How could it be limited to just seventy-two? If one truly inherits Fuxi’s legacy, then one could cultivate the path of transformations to endless extents. If not, one would have to explore on their own, making improving cultivation extrely difficult.
The Eighty-Nine Mutations entered Wukong’s mind, representing endless transformations, profoundly mysterious. By contemplating the Seventy-Two Transformations according to this thod, one could achieve unimaginable effects! The Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Transformations, created by the Saintly Nu Wa, had more power than the Seventy-Two Transformations. However, once the complete thod of the Seventy-Two Transformations was mastered, it was also extrely formidable; although it could not match the Saintly skills, it could potentially lead to an understanding of Fuxi’s divination and formation thods!
Wukong thought, “Old Laojun really favors this old monkey, throwing here to comprehend the mysteries of the Bagua. He has indeed given a great favor!”
Seeing Wukong comprehend the Bagua, Tao Yao also breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back down.
Wukong brought his hands together in prayer, murmuring, “All constructed things are like dream, illusion, bubbles, or shadows; like dew and also like lightning; they should be viewed in this way.”
Whether Wukong can escape from this realm, please listen to the next part of our tale.
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