Chapter 234: 234. Chapter 231 Great Demon Saves the World

234. Chapter 231 Great Demon Saves the World

However, these are all ideas for later; they cannot be realized in the short term, and the Great Sage Monkey King is not in a hurry, after all, it has plenty of time.

In the mountains and forests, the Great Sage Monkey King continued to lecture, the profound and mysterious chanting drifting between the peaks.

At this moment, the little novice finally ran back into the temple, panting heavily.

Seeing his hurried appearance, the other monks exchanged glances, unaware of what had happened; a senior monk who usually got along well with him teased, 'Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Is a ghost chasing you from behind?'

The little novice swallowed and said, 'Senior brother! Something big has happened behind the mountain—you guys hurry and go take a look.'

'A monkey is chanting sutras there, and many animals have gathered around—it's absolutely terrifying.'

The little novice said while gesturing with his hands.

Hearing what the little novice said, everyone wore a helpless expression: 'Amitabha, junior brother, you must not have woken up this morning, spouting nonsense here.'

'Monks don't tell lies; if the master hears this, junior brother, you'll surely be punished by having to copy Buddhist scriptures.'

The little novice was so anxious tears were about to fall: 'Why won't you believe what I'm saying? There really is a monkey chanting and lecturing behind the mountain—if you don't believe me, come with me to see.'

Saying this, he grabbed one of the senior monks' robes, wanting to bring the monk along with him.

The senior monks shook their heads: 'Don't make a fuss; we still have morning lessons to attend—who has the leisure? Or do you really want to be punished by the master to copy sutras?'

Unable to withstand the little novice's repeated pleas, a kind-faced monk slowly rose: 'All right, I'll go with you this once.'

Just as the monk and the little novice stepped outside, passing the outer hall, they saw white smoke curling gently in the incense burner, with a faint purple aura entwining it, like a hazy gauze filling the surroundings of the temple.

One cannot help but recall the famous line from an ancient poem, 'Sunlight on the incense burner produces purple smoke'—this is exactly the scene now.

The little novice couldn't help muttering to himself, 'What is this? How could there be purple mist?'

Only after they walked outside did they discover that the purple mist outside was thicker; the morning sun fell among the plants, bringing vigorous vitality, and within that myriad zhang of rosy light, the purple dance condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

'I've never seen mist of this color before.'

'Mount Hua's summit is often shrouded in clouds and mist, but I've never seen this colored mist before.'

Many people in the temple also noticed the purple mist and couldn't help exclaiming, but no one took it to heart.

Mount Hua is high in elevation with large temperature differences; the temple's location is near the peak, and clouds and mist often permeate the four seasons, forming a changeable sea of clouds, which can also be considered a local scenery.

But they didn't know that this purple mist was not only appearing on the mountaintop side; even the mountain base had it!

The purple mist was thick, as if a waterfall had descended from the nine heavens, gathering into a special river that dotted the rugged mountains; the ranges wound and layered, complementing the purple mist beautifully.

'Am I seeing things? Why is the mist purple?!'

The tourists couldn't help rubbing their eyes, thinking they were seeing things, and showed a look of bewilderment.

Looking around, the purple mist surged; just moments ago everything was fine, but in a short while the surroundings were completely covered by the purple mist, and the outlines of the mountaintops became blurry.

Many tourists were attracted by this dreamlike scenery, as if they were in a jade palace, feeling utterly unreal.

'I'd heard before that Mount Hua's cloud and mist scenery is beautiful and extraordinary, but I never expected it to be this spectacular—it's truly amazing.'

'These mists are actually purple; I've lived this long and still never seen such a color.'

'This trip to Mount Hua was definitely not in vain; hurry up and take photos to commemorate.'

The tourists were excited, making sounds of amazement, and many quickly took out their phones to snap pictures.

Meanwhile, on the other side, residents living near Mount Hua who had come to exercise showed puzzled expressions.

'I've lived here for decades and have never seen mist that could spread to the mountain foot—this is really strange.'

'Purple mist? That must be fake—how could there be such a color.'

Compared to the tourists' excitement and enthusiasm, the nearby residents felt very doubtful.

Mount Hua's clouds and mist intertwined; the purple mist was vast and mighty, even affecting the nearby sky.

An aircraft was flying through this region, and in the blink of an eye it fell into a sea of purple, its originally pristine white wings stained with a faint purple hue.

'Call ground control!'

'Flight AF999, due to heavy fog, requests ground control to direct landing!'

Accompanied by a tremendous roar, Flight AF999 flew through the clouds; according to the original plan, its destination should have been Mount Hua Airport, but the sudden fog forced them to change strategy.

'Zzz—'

Accompanied by a harsh electric buzz, a response soon came from command.

Whether due to the fog's influence or not, the sound was extremely fuzzy and intermittent.

'Ground—command received.'

'Flight AF999—heavy fog—delayed to the next city—landing.'

The two captain and co-pilot exchanged glances, looking somewhat confused, knowing that as a dedicated aviation communication, such signals are transmitted on extremely high frequencies, and over the years this kind of intermittent occurrence has never happened.

However, they didn't think too much about it, merely attributing it to the special weather.

The co-pilot ordered the flight attendants to inform the passengers.

'Xiao Li, make an announcement: due to special weather conditions, we cannot land; the plane will land at the alternate airport in the next city.'

After the announcement was made, there was a brief commotion among the passengers.

'Isn't this a delay? I'm in a hurry.'

'There's nothing we can do; the weather is uncontrollable, and if we forced a landing, it would easily be dangerous.'

The passengers discussed it variously, but most were still able to understand.

'Hey, quickly look outside.'

Only a cry was heard, and all the passengers turned to look out the window.

From their altitude, the vast Mount Hua range was now completely shrouded in purple mist, as if covered with a layer of mysterious veil.

Under the sunlight, the purple mist refracted dazzling light, stretching a thousand miles, boundless, with occasional green hilltops popping up, appearing as if floating in the air, making it look even more magnificent.

'Good heavens, this is truly amazing.'

'What a magnificent view.'

The passengers on the plane were shocked by the scene before them, all pulling out their phones to try to capture it.

Meanwhile, in the cockpit at the front, the captain frowned, feeling that something was off.

He had flown this route countless times; although there was often fog, he had never seen such thick purple fog, and it even affected the plane's landing.

Looking at the purple mist spreading below, the captain furrowed his brow and said, "Raise the plane a bit higher."

The co-pilot nodded and was about to operate.

Suddenly, the captain's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted, "Watch out!"

The purple mist that had been over a hundred meters from the plane suddenly boiled up, like a purple dragon shooting straight into the heavens, instantly swelling by a hundred meters and swallowing the white big bird above!

"Crack!"

At the moment the mist enveloped the plane, a violent cracking sound burst out, as if unable to withstand the immense pressure; the plane's exterior components malfunctioned, immediately triggering a chain reaction.

"Beep beep beep!"

The cockpit filled with a piercing alarm, and the operation screen displayed a bright red exclamation mark.

【Warning! Left wing damaged, altitude dropping!】

【Warning! Left-side engine damaged, instrument panel malfunctioning!】

【Warning! Right-side engine damaged!】

All of this happened too suddenly, giving no time to react; accompanied by the rising and falling alarms, the two captains' faces turned deathly pale.

By the time they reacted, the entire fuselage shook violently, and then all the instrument panels and indicator lights on the control panel failed.

Many respirators and oxygen bags in the cabin popped loose.

"Ah!"

Amid the passengers' screams, the huge white plane, like a broken-winged bird, plummeted toward the mountains below at breakneck speed.

The sensation of a straight-line drop was like riding a roller coaster, the terrifying weightlessness sweeping over the passengers like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

Everyone's faces turned ashen as they gripped their seats tightly.

The plane had met with disaster!

The violent jolt made the two captains react quickly.

"We must increase altitude immediately!"

They hurriedly manipulated various instruments, pulling back the control column, but it had no effect!

"No, after that collision, these instruments have failed; the left and right engines have suffered irreparable damage!"

The plane continued to plummet at terrifying speed; as the mountain peaks loomed ever closer outside the windows, the two captains' expressions filled with despair.

"It's over! Everything is over!"

Screams and pleas for help filled the cabin without cease.

"What's going on? What exactly happened!"

"Where are the captain and flight attendants? What are you doing?!"

"The plane is about to crash; are we going to die here?"

Everyone panicked, the cabin descended into chaos, and there was no room to answer their questions.

The sudden incident left many flight attendants who were busy and not wearing seat belts thrown to the floor almost instantly, where they lost consciousness in the violent impact.

"Is anyone there? Speak!"

"Save us."

The passengers in the cabin wailed; just as they were at a loss, a loud sound came from the left side, and their pupils contracted.

The windows on both sides of the plane had actually shattered!

"Rumble—"

A mighty wind howled in from both sides, bringing countless shards of glass; the passengers nearest could not dodge in time, and instantly their bodies were covered in multiple bloody gashes.

Seeing this scene, others were so frightened they could hardly speak; the cabin could be described as filled with lamenting cries.

The situation in the cockpit was equally grim.

For now it's only the windows, but at this speed of descent, the plane will likely be crushed by pressure before it even reaches the ground; we must reduce speed immediately!

The co-pilot, face ashen, shouted, "Report to the captain! The aircraft's power system has failed; we cannot slow down!"

"Pull up and try to ignite the engines!"

No matter how frantically the two of them operated, trying to turn the tide, the immense gravity kept pulling the white aircraft down, like sinking in a mire, beyond human strength to resist.

The passengers' faces in the cabin were filled with despair.

The huge purple mist enveloped the entire plane; outside it was also misty. Though they could not see the surroundings clearly, they knew that if this continued, the plane would hit the ground, and at this altitude and speed no one could survive.

Thick smoke rolled through the mist, accompanied by the passengers' wails and cries; all of this was heard by the people on Mount Hua.

Although the fog blocked their view, it could not block the sound.

I seem to hear screams coming from the sky.

Impossible, maybe you misheard.

A tourist seemed to notice something, instinctively looked up at the sky, and suddenly, as if seeing something, his pupils narrowed slightly: "There looks to be an airplane up there!"

Others hurriedly looked upward; they saw a smoke-filled plane struggling in the purple sea, rapidly falling toward the distant mountains.

Many showed panicked expressions: "Good heavens, there really is a plane in trouble—quick, call 120!"

To fall at such speed is terrifying!

Just watching the scene feels heart‑pounding; no one expected such a major accident.

The tourists on Mount Hua fell into sudden panic.

Inside the plane, passengers watched the ground rush closer; the fog had cleared, yet they saw the shadow of death. They tried to save themselves, but it was futile.

Everyone knows that at this speed the chance of survival is zero.

Some people had already closed their eyes, preparing to meet death's arrival; some couples clung tightly together, unwilling to be parted even at life's end.

Others took out their phones, editing their last wills and saying final goodbyes to family; still a mother and son, the mother weeping bitterly, kissing the child's forehead, her hands covering the child's eyes.

"Boom—!"

Another tremendous roar, the flames exploding like fireworks, black thick smoke like the grim reaper's scythe, and both wings of the plane were completely wrecked.

This white large bird kept letting out mournful cries.

700 meters!

500 meters!

300 meters!

The passengers had completely given up; even the two pilots at the front fell into deep despair, closed their eyes, and prepared to meet death's arrival.

No one saw a burst of golden light shoot up from the back of Mount Hua, heading toward the direction where the plane would crash.

The speed of this light was extremely fast, arriving beneath the crashing plane in the blink of an eye.

The white large bird broke through layer after layer of obstruction, carrying thick smoke and flames as it slammed forward, even raising the surrounding temperature considerably, allowing one to feel the oncoming heat wave.

The golden light showed no hesitation, firmly pressing against the underside of the white large bird without hesitation.

Centered on it, a mighty pressure spread out; in an instant, a crack appeared in the ground within a hundred li radius, like a spider's web, rapidly spreading outward!

"Boom—!"

A huge force burst forth, like a volcanic eruption; the plane, which had been plummeting rapidly, suddenly seemed to be buffered by something, and its speed actually dropped!

However, facing the enormous impact, the front half of the plane was directly shattered into pieces.

Everyone still hadn't figured out what was happening when a powerful airflow swept over, instantly causing all passengers to lose consciousness.

Only the two pilots in the front, inside the huge safety protection device, retained a moment of clarity.

What on earth happened?

In their last vision before losing consciousness, they vaguely saw a blurry figure appear in front of the plane.

Their bodies were entwined with several strands of golden light; the face could not be seen clearly, only golden hair fluttering in the wind and a pair of eyes like forged gold.

Immediately after, their eyes went dark, and they never regained consciousness.

This golden light was none other than the Monkey King!

He originally did not want to meddle, but this purple mist was his doing; because he set up a formation on Mount Hua, stirring the spiritual power of heaven and earth, this phenomenon appeared.

And this plane was affected by the mist, causing the accident; morally and logically, he could not stand by and do nothing.

Ye Qin once taught that planting a cause yields a result; cause and effect circulate, and heaven will settle the accounts sooner or later, so he acted; otherwise, when he later faces tribulation, the heavenly tribulation will surely increase, breeding inner demons.

The Monkey King exerted all his Spiritual Power; in an instant, the golden light blazed, completely enveloping the entire plane; under the influence of the golden Spiritual Power, the white large bird's descent speed kept slowing.

"True Form of the Great Sage!"

With the Monkey King's furious shout, his golden figure ignited completely; strands of golden light poured down like a waterfall from the heavens, even penetrating the purple mist.

Several golden lotuses blossomed layer by layer; soon a golden giant ape several tens of meters tall appeared beneath the fuselage, wielding the power of thunder and lightning, as if nothing could stop its steps.

The golden giant ape's towering, massive figure resembled a primordial beast; its eyes were like torches, emitting several divine lights, and it firmly blocked the falling white large bird in midair.

The scene before one's eyes was truly shocking!

"Lift me up!"

The golden giant ape roared to the sky, feeling the tremendous force transmitted from its back; the veins on its forehead bulged out.

The force of the plane's crash was truly terrifying!

However, at the very moment of first contact, the golden light on the giant ape's body flickered for a moment, even dimming slightly.

Yet even so, it did not retreat in the slightest; accompanied by its roar, every hair on its body stood upright, sparkling with crystal‑clear light.

At this moment, its appearance was solemn and majestic; even the earth began to tremble.

The Monkey King's back was pressed lower, yet it knew it could not let go; once it released its grip, no life on the whole plane could escape disaster.

In the flash of lightning and stone, it suddenly recalled Ye Qin's teaching.

Cultivate the Dao, cultivate the heart, to be worthy of heaven and earth.

All things in the world, life and death, rise and fall, each has its reason; this happened because of it, and the people on this plane should not lose their lives!

As a cultivator contending with heaven and seizing from earth, that is certainly true, but cultivation is not a heartless path!

Ye Qin once said that all beings are equal, and whether they are demons or humans, they should live in harmony.

Recalling Ye Qin's teachings, the Monkey King roared, shaking the heavens, and golden light surged over his entire body once more, as boundless Spiritual Power poured into his body.

Golden threads wrapped around the aircraft, helping it bear a little of the pressure; at this moment the aircraft had completely lost power, and if it weren't for the Monkey King and this golden light, it would have already crashed to the ground.

The golden giant ape was soaked in blood, bracing itself beneath the aircraft, as if the surging qi and blood of rivers were constantly boiling within its body.

Accompanied by crackling sounds, as if its bones were constantly dislocating, yet it still did not let go!

Even its golden beast eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, showing that its body had already reached its limit.

200 meters!

100 meters!

50 meters!

The aircraft kept falling, while its speed grew slower and slower; amid the purple mist, golden threads continued to dance, and the scene before their eyes was truly dreamlike to the extreme.

"Boom—"

Only a tremendous roar was heard, and in the green jungle countless dust and smoke suddenly erupted.

The Monkey King's feet landed, as if taking root, firmly planted in the brown earth, deep grooves were scraped into the ground and then widened by the rear fuselage.

Due to inertia, the aircraft slid forward another tens of meters, but fortunately the Monkey King pulled it back with his golden light.

Amid the rolling dust, terrifying fighting intent and pressure spread everywhere.

The surrounding purple mist grew thick again, and since the aircraft had crashed deep in the mountains, no one witnessed this strange sight.

White big bird lay on the ground, its whole body emitting black smoke, appearing on the brink of death; its fuselage was severely damaged, but the most important parts, the cabin positions, were all preserved, and even the passengers inside were unharmed.

If it weren't for the Monkey King's intervention, it would probably have been shattered to pieces by now, with wreckage scattered everywhere, let alone being preserved so intact.

After a moment, a golden thread monkey over half a person's height emerged from the grass, it turned its head to glance, its golden-like eyes shining brightly, and then left without looking back.

A breeze brushed past, the leaves rustled, tranquility returned once more, as if nothing had happened.

No one knew, but it was just a hair's breadth away from a major casualty accident occurring here.

Flower Mountain Airport, command headquarters.

"AF999 flight, this is command headquarters, please respond if you receive this!"

Everyone stared anxiously at the screen, sending out several messages in succession, but they were like stones sunk in the sea, with no response, and everyone's hearts sank little by little.

Looking at the big screen with no news, everyone's faces turned pale, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts.

What on earth is this sudden purple fog that appeared over Flower Mountain?!

There was no warning at all, not even the weather station knew what was happening.

"Logically, AF999 flight should have left the Flower Mountain area a few minutes ago, but now there is not even a sign of it having left the area, and we have lost contact with the crew."

You have to know that there are over 300 people on board AF999 flight!

If the plane really had an accident, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The staff at the command desk had grim faces to the extreme, "Keep calling, we must find AF999 flight!"

"Also report this to superiors, requesting a search and rescue operation for the Flower Mountain area."

By now, they had already prepared for the worst; if the plane were flying normally, they would definitely have received some response.

But now the news has sunk like a stone; perhaps something has happened to the plane.

"Report! News has come from Flower Mountain, saying that tourists on the summit saw the plane emitting thick smoke as it crashed into the deep mountain range."

If there had been a faint hope before, hearing this news now made everyone's faces look grim.

Flower Mountain fog spread thickly, suspected passenger plane crash!

Such major news quickly drew everyone's attention, most importantly because there were over 300 people on that aircraft!

The military and civil authorities of the Flower Mountain region dared not delay, immediately organizing action.

Under these circumstances, no one dared to be careless; not only here in Flower Mountain, but even several surrounding cities were stirred, hastily mobilizing manpower and resources, rushing to support Flower Mountain!

Many special forces reconnaissance soldiers entered the Flower Mountain range; in fact, everyone had already made preparations in their hearts.

At that altitude, according to the eyewitness tourists, the plane's descent speed was extremely fast; according to their speculation, not many could have survived.

And as they continued searching, numerous pieces of wrecked aircraft indeed appeared on the ground, all of which could prove that the situation at the time was not optimistic.

A fully loaded aircraft suffered a major accident in midair; falling from the sky, under the tremendous impact force, even if found, it would likely be only broken walls and ruins.

Later they even found fragments of engine components, clearly indicating that at that time the flight had lost all power.

Even if trees buffered the landing, the immense pressure alone would be enough to crush everyone into pulp, let alone the explosion's high temperature from the crash.

Over 300 lives, over 300 families torn apart.

Among the search and rescue team, some already had red-rimmed eyes, but regardless of the actual situation, alive we must see the person, dead we must see the corpse.

"Keep moving forward."

The captain of the search and rescue team took a deep breath, issued the order, and as they continued to go deeper, the broken pieces ahead became more and more numerous.

Strangely, no corpses were found, not even a single limb.

Someone voiced hope: "Could there still be survivors?"

"Impossible, judging from the broken parts we just found, the aircraft's engine had problems; under such circumstances, the crew likely had no survivors."

Although the reality is harsh, they have no choice but to face it.

Looking around, the surrounding ground was in disarray, with even numerous cracks appearing, as if this place had once endured some tremendous pressure, and there were traces of an aircraft crash.

"It seems AF999 flight should be nearby."

Everyone continued forward a hundred meters, then saw a deep gully, which stood out starkly in the dense forest.

Pushing aside the shrubbery over half a person's height ahead, not far off a wrecked airplane came into view—exactly the AF999 flight they had been searching for!

"We found it, here!" (End of chapter)