Chapter 133 His is the son's golden headband, yours is the mother's!
If that doesn't work, he'll have to ask his mysterious master for help.
Thinking of what his master had said before he left, he guessed that his master must have figured something out.
He didn't want to bother him anymore.
However, Xiao Wu is of great significance to him, and he absolutely cannot abandon her.
"remember."
He placed one foot on Tang San's chest, lowered his head, and said, word by word:
"This is the last time I'll spare your dog's life."
"Let me see you again—"
He leaned down, bringing his face close to Tang San's, his golden eyes almost touching:
"Twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot."
He withdrew his foot and spat at Tang San's disfigured face.
Then turn around.
"Transforming Qi into a Horse".
A magnificent white horse emerged from the void, and Erming leaped onto it, spurring it on with a whip—
Pointing directly to the West.
However, they had only taken two steps, and the horse's hooves had not yet touched the ground!
A figure blocked their path.
With bare chest and breasts, a lithe figure, and a golden ribbon around her neck fluttering in the wind, a golden sun crown endlessly swirling behind her.
"Where are you headed, Benefactor Yuan?"
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight stood with a smile, speaking in a gentle tone as if chatting casually.
"Have you forgotten what you promised this humble monk?"
"Promise what?"
Erming stiffened his neck,
"Even if I agreed, you didn't say that the pilgrim was this beast!"
He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, his eyes practically spitting fire:
"I wouldn't follow him no matter who he is! Tang San? What a hypocrite!"
Staring silently at him by the all-seeing eyes of the Bodhisattva of Sunlight, his voice gradually lowered, and finally he turned his face away sharply.
But the next second, he suddenly turned his head back:
"And another thing! What right do you have to imprison Xiao Wu in Mount Ling?!"
"Imprisonment?" The Bodhisattva of Sunlight shook his head.
"No, no."
"That young lady Xiaowu is a Heavenly Consort personally appointed by Buddha. She receives the incense offerings of Buddhism and enjoys the reverence of all people. How can you say she is imprisoned?"
"Bullshit!" Erming exploded on the spot.
"What kind of personality does Xiao Wu have? Would she really be willing to become your so-called Heavenly Consort?!"
A flash of golden light appeared in his hand, and the golden cudgel was already gripped in his palm, veins bulging.
But he managed to restrain himself from making a move.
"...It's not impossible for me to go on a pilgrimage."
He took a deep breath and slammed the stick into the ground:
"Release Xiaowu and let her come with me. I'll guarantee that bald monk's safe journey to the Western Paradise."
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight shook his head.
"The journey to the west concerns the fate of Buddhism and the overall situation of the primordial world; it is no child's play."
"Benefactor Yuan…please stop making trouble."
Not to mention that Xiao Wu simply didn't have that destiny and couldn't withstand the karmic consequences of the Western Paradise,
She's the key to controlling these two, how could she let go so easily?
Erming was completely furious.
"This won't work, that won't work! You guys think you can get rid of me, huh?!"
His original ferocious beastly aura exploded, and a metal cannon as thick as a water bucket suddenly appeared on his shoulder.
"It seems you've forgotten how I beat you so badly you ran away with your tails between your legs back then!"
"Today, I'll let you relive the fear of being controlled by your Grandpa Yuan!"
boom--
Golden light burst forth from the cannon muzzle.
The scorching heatwave sent all the surrounding sand and gravel flying!
Inside a deep pit on the ground.
With his eyes covered in blood, Tang San barely managed to open them a crack and witnessed this astonishing scene.
His heart skipped a beat.
The image of the Moonlight Bodhisattva being blasted away by this cannon still sends chills down my spine.
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight... I'm afraid he will also...
However, what happened next completely changed his worldview.
He had expected the Bodhisattva of Sunlight to flee in panic, but instead, he merely smiled and raised his hand.
The red light shone on his palm, like a gentle breeze, without causing the slightest ripple.
"...How is this possible?!"
Tang San's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
How is that possible?
Could it be that the cultivation level of the Sunlight Bodhisattva far surpasses that of the Moonlight Bodhisattva?
No, no, he was among the many people who ran away with their heads in their hands back then. What exactly happened?
Tang San's mind was in complete chaos.
If the Bodhisattva of Sunlight were truly that powerful, then the incident of Erming attacking Mount Ling would never have happened.
Erming wasn't much better off.
He had long suspected that the incident at Lingshan was a Buddhist trap, and that those Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were just playing him for fools.
Even so, he was confident that he could at least cause some trouble for the other party and then escape in the chaos.
He never expected this—
The other party responded so casually.
It's like swatting a mosquito.
"Ten thousand horses galloping!"
He pulled on the reins, and his white horse reared up and neighed loudly.
A flash of white light appeared on the horizon, and thousands of celestial horses surged down like a tidal wave, rushing towards the Bodhisattva of Sunlight!
He himself took advantage of the chaos and rode away!
I just turned around!
A golden light descended before his eyes and landed on his head!
"What is that?!"
Erming's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition exploded within him.
The golden hoop seemed to be rooted in the flesh, remaining completely still.
The next moment.
The sound of Sanskrit chants entered my ears.
"Ugh—!"
The golden headband tightened suddenly, as if ten thousand steel needles were piercing into the skull at the same time!
Erming's body convulsed, and his magical power instantly dissipated.
The countless celestial horses vanished like smoke, his white steed scattered into clouds, and he plummeted straight down from mid-air—
"Bang!"
It smashed through a mountain.
It crashed into another mountain peak.
"Aaaaah—Stop reading! Stop reading!!"
He rolled around in the rubble, scratching and banging his head on the ground, but the golden headband tightened more and more, causing his eyes to bulge out in pain.
"...Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva!"
Before he could finish a cup of tea, he collapsed to his knees, his voice hoarse.
"Disciple knows his mistake! Disciple will never dare to do it again... Stop reading..."
The chanting stopped abruptly.
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight looked down at him with compassion on his face.
"Amitabha. To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue."
"Benefactor Yuan, please escort the Tripitaka Master on his journey to the West in good order from now on."
"Yes, yes! Your disciple obeys! Your disciple will never dare to do it again!"
Erming nodded repeatedly, his forehead touching the ground.
My whole body is still shaking.
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Tang San, who was barely breathing beside him.
I raised my hand, and a sliver of sunlight fell.
One by one, the broken bones were reconnected, the wounds scabbed over, fell off, and the new skin and flesh were as smooth as ever.
Tang San touched his face in surprise, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he quickly turned over and knelt down:
"Disciple thanks the Bodhisattva for saving my life!"
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight smiled slightly:
"Although the sage arranged for this monkey to be your disciple, he had long anticipated that this scoundrel would be untamed."
"Therefore, this tight band was made to control and restrain people."
"Come closer—I'll teach you a spell."
Tang San's eyes lit up. He glanced furtively at Er Ming, who was curled up to the side, as docile as a domesticated monkey.
Looking again at the golden headband on his head, a surge of pleasure welled up inside him.
"This disciple thanks the Sage for his mercy and the Bodhisattva for his compassion!"
He quickly stepped forward.
"Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva, please don't—!"
Erming trembled violently.
He could easily guess what Tang San would do to him after obtaining the spell.
But the Bodhisattva of Sunlight only glanced at him indifferently.
His eyes didn't even show any emotion.
Erming, however, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and couldn't utter a single word.
He lowered his head, clenched and unclenched his fists, and finally just trembled in vain.
It's over.
It's all over.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva, for transmitting the Dharma."
Tang San silently recited the incantation several times, engraving it firmly in his heart, and turned around to deal with Er Ming!
The Bodhisattva of Sunlight then handed him another golden hoop.
"The thing that the monkey is wearing on its head is a headband."
"This is the Mother's Circlet; you must wear it for the spell to take effect!"
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