Chapter 130 The Journey to the West, and the Disciple!
"Serves you right for running around! Serves you right for causing trouble!"
"You want to return your bones to your father and your flesh to your mother? Today I'll beat you until your skin is torn and your flesh is ripped, and see if you dare to cause trouble again!"
A girl dressed in a jade-green fairy dress, carrying a red-bib doll, pointed it at his little bottom.
"Slap, slap!" A few slaps followed, making the little guy howl in pain.
"Oops! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
The little girl Na'er, holding a peach beside her, blinked her big eyes, her face full of confusion.
The once gentle and kind Sister Chan,
Why are you suddenly so fierce?
These two were Yang Chan and Na'er, who were on their way to Daoyuan Hall to pay their respects to Lin Feng.
They happened to run into this little devil who had sneaked down to the mortal realm on the way.
Nezha is the reincarnation of Lingzhu.
Yang Chan recognized him at a glance as someone who had run away from the Goddess Nuwa.
I originally intended to send him back to the underworld.
Who knew that he would slip away unnoticed and almost cause a major mess.
This time, we absolutely cannot let him get away again!
The northwestern region of the Shang Dynasty.
A towering, pitch-black mountain, over a hundred feet high, stands abruptly on the plain.
Because its color is like thick ink,
Locals call it "Moshan" or "Meishan".
At first, the local people were curious about the suddenly appearing giant mountain.
However, roars that sounded like beasts could be heard from time to time in the mountains, and the area was shrouded in a layer of gray mist year-round.
People who went in would always get lost for some reason... Over time, this place was designated as a forbidden area.
"Come, Your Majesty, it's time to eat!"
At the foot of Mount Mo,
An old man with a white beard appeared out of nowhere.
Holding a copper bowl in one hand and scooping molten iron in the other, he cheerfully spoke to a "black stone" embedded in the mountain wall.
"The pilgrim has reached the foot of the mountain. After you finish this meal, you... will be able to leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
The "black stone" actually moved, revealing a pair of dim golden eyes.
That's not a stone at all.
It is actually a huge head, but because its color blends into the mountainside, it is extremely difficult to spot without close inspection.
"Really? The pilgrim... has arrived? I can leave?!"
In Erming's numb eyes,
Finally, a faint glimmer of light appeared.
He didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world; he only knew that he had been trapped under this Ink Mountain for at least five hundred years.
For five hundred years, he endured wind and sun, swallowed copper pellets, drank molten iron, and suffered endless torment.
A hundred or two hundred years ago, he was still cursing the Western Buddhist sect for being despicable and shameless, plotting and attacking, and complaining that the Heavenly Court was meddling in other people's business.
But later on, all that was left was numbness.
Gradually, he figured it out.
Why couldn't that guardian deity, who seemed stronger than me, defeat me?
Even Bodhisattvas and Arhats were beaten into fleeing in terror by him?
Those are all great figures from ancient times, how could they possibly lose to someone like me who has only studied for a few years?
All of this was clearly a trap set up by those bald monks of Lingshan long ago!
Fortunately, a few years ago, a Bodhisattva came to inform me.
If he follows the pilgrim on his journey to the West and obtains the true scriptures, thus achieving perfect merit, he will be absolved of all his sins.
Become a monk? Sit on a lotus throne?
He doesn't care!
All he wanted was to escape this daily torture of swallowing copper and iron, to rescue Xiao Wu, and to return to the Star Dou Great Forest to live the happy and peaceful life they once had.
Ideally... I could even kill that damned Tang San myself.
No, it would be best to tear him to pieces!
Achoo!
At the foot of Mount Mo, Tang San shivered and sneezed.
Without noticing, the reins were pulled.
His chestnut horse neighed and reared up, throwing him to the ground.
He fell flat on his face.
Tang San hurriedly got up, straightening his cassock while secretly rejoicing.
Fortunately, the surrounding area was deserted.
No one saw his embarrassing state. He turned and glared angrily at the chestnut horse:
"You wicked beast! You haven't changed your ways! If you do it again, I'll break your legs!"
He raised his nine-ringed tin staff as if to strike, but the chestnut horse snorted and looked disdainful.
Tang San was so angry that his face turned red.
But after holding the staff up for a long time, it never came down.
This horse was a warhorse given to him by a fellow general. It contained a trace of demonic beast blood and saved him a lot of effort along the way.
If it really gets damaged,
With his current mortal body, the road ahead will be difficult.
"Tripitaka Master! Tripitaka Master—"
Just then, a voice called out.
Suddenly, a white cloud rose from the ground, and a small old man with a white beard appeared.
"Amitabha."
Tang San quickly suppressed his anger, adopting a compassionate and peaceful demeanor, and asked with his palms together.
"Who is this benefactor? Why do you call upon this humble monk?"
"Hehehe, this old man is the mountain god of this place, and has been waiting here for many years."
The old man bowed respectfully.
"Having heard that the Tripitaka Master was passing through this place, I have come to pay my respects."
"So you are the mountain god. This humble monk greets you!"
"Master, you may not know that the journey to the West is fraught with difficulties and dangers."
Out of compassion for you, Buddha, concerned about your mortal body, specially arranged a disciple with great supernatural powers for you.
"We will protect you on your journey to the West to obtain the scriptures."
"This person...is located in this Ink Mountain."
"Amitabha Buddha, may the Buddha have mercy."
Tang San was overjoyed.
He embarked on this path with the intention of dying, but unexpectedly, the Buddhist sect arranged for a master to protect him!
Now, we're much more confident about our journey to the West!
Where is that master?
For the sake of this great journey to the West, though there be countless hardships and dangers, this humble monk will persuade him to come down from the mountain!
Tang San looked up at the majestic and verdant Ink Mountain.
Such a big mountain,
Finding someone isn't easy.
"The monk only needs to follow this path uphill to see that master."
The old man pointed.
Tang San looked in the direction he pointed and saw a winding path leading straight into the depths of the gray fog.
He wanted to ask something else,
The old man had already turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared into the ground with a "whoosh".
Looking at the gloomy mountain path, Tang San gritted his teeth and led his horse onto it, struggling to climb upwards.
But when he reached the end of the path, he didn't see any "master" at all.
Before me stretched an even darker, more rugged mountain wall, so dark it gleamed, so bright it seemed to glow.
It seemed that this was the true face of Moshan.
Moreover, once you arrive here,
Then I felt an eerie silence all around me, as if I had entered another time and space.
"Senior! A highly accomplished senior!"
Tang San had no choice but to shout loudly,
"This disciple is the Tripitaka Master, who was sent by the Buddha to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures!"
This journey is arduous; in order not to fail the Buddha's trust, I earnestly request that you, sir, come out of seclusion to assist me!
"You... are the one who went on the pilgrimage?"
A deep, muffled sound echoed through the mountains, but Tang San couldn't see where the speaker was.
"It is indeed I, the junior!"
"Hmph! Since that's the case... then remove the restrictions on me first."
"A restriction? What restriction?"
Tang San was taken aback.
"It is the mountain beneath your feet—Moshan Mountain."
Tang San then realized that the disciple that Buddhism had arranged for him was actually sealed away!
And what sealed him away was such a giant mountain!
Moreover, what sealed him was such a giant mountain... It seems that this must be a person with great magical power!
The journey ahead will be much easier.
But... why does this voice sound so familiar?
There seemed to be a hint of hostility hidden in his tone?
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