Chapter 13: Bodhisattva, Dirty Clothes

Inside the Da Lei Yin Si, the air seemed to solidify into a lump of lead.

Everyone's gaze focused on this small patch of heaven and earth.

Guanyin Bodhisattva froze in place.

That white robe symbolizing purity and compassion was now soaked through with cold sweat.

The fabric clung tightly to her body.

It traced the outline of her body, which trembled slightly from fear.

Embarrassed.

An embarrassment she had never known.

She is the teacher of the Qī Fó.

She is the leader of the Xīfāng Jiào's Sì Dà Púsà.

In the mortal realm, her incense offerings are even more flourishing than those of the Tathagata.

No matter where she goes, all beings worship her, and myriad immortals revere her.

But now.

Before this recently resurrected demon monkey.

She feels as if she were a mortal stripped naked of clothing.

There is no dignity to speak of.

"Great Sage..."

Guanyin's voice was dry and hoarse, like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing together.

"This is... a holy object of the Fómén."

"Cannot be used for Sīxíng."

This is a refusal.

This is also her final insistence.

The Yángliǔ Zhī is stained with sweet dew, with compassion, with vitality.

If used to carry out execution and torture.

That would be the greatest desecration of the Buddha Dharma.

"Sīxíng?"

Sun Wukong laughed.

He laughed so his shoulders shook.

He laughed until tears were about to come out.

"Back then, when you tricked this old monkey into the Bāguà Lú to be refined, does that count as Sīxíng?"

"When you pressed this old monkey under the Wǔxíng Shān and fed him molten copper, does that count as Sīxíng?"

"When you schemed to have the Six-Ears beat me to death, does that count as Sīxíng?!"

Three consecutive questions.

The sound waves rolled.

It shook Guanyin's eardrums painfully, her face turned deathly pale.

Sun Wukong didn't want to waste more words.

He directly reached out.

That big hand covered in golden fur ignored the faint protective Buddha light around Guanyin's body.

He grabbed the mouth of the jade pure bottle.

Rough.

Overbearing.

Just like a robber robbing a village girl on the roadside.

"You..."

Guanyin instinctively wanted to retreat, wanted to mobilize her magic power to resist.

This is an instinctive self-defense.

However.

Just as her magic power had just begun to operate.

A cold gaze shot over from not far away.

That was the Bodhi Patriarch.

He didn't speak.

He didn't even move.

He merely glanced at Guanyin lightly.

Boom!

A roar echoed in Guanyin's mind.

That was not a gaze.

Those were two Tai Gu Shen Shan!

The magic power that had originally gathered instantly dissipated.

Her legs went weak.

That aura emanating from the depths of her soul made it impossible for her to control her body.

Plop.

She knelt down.

She knelt on the Liántái.

She happened to be kneeling right in front of Sun Wukong.

Originally the exalted Guanyin Bodhisattva.

At this moment, her posture was as humble as a maid who had made a mistake.

Sun Wukong's hand did not pause because of her kneeling.

His fingers gripped that verdant Yángliǔ Zhī.

He gave it a hard pull.

Pop.

The Yángliǔ Zhī, bearing a few drops of crystal‑clear sweet dew, was forcibly pulled out.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva."

Sun Wukong played with the Yángliǔ Zhī in his hand.

Soft.

Very flexible.

Indeed, it's a good thing.

He turned around.

He walked toward the Six-Eared Macaque lying on the ground.

"Rise."

Sun Wukong: Words Follow Law.

The Six-Eared Macaque's body floated up uncontrollably.

Limbs splayed open.

It forms a shape like the Chinese character for "big" and hangs suspended in midair.

"Didn't you just say you needed to wake up your brain?"

Sun Wukong swung the Yángliǔ Zhī in his hand.

Woo—

The seemingly supple willow branch, under the infusion of the Chaotic Demon God's power, emitted a heart‑pounding whooshing sound.

Pa!

The willow branch lashed fiercely onto the Six-Eared Macaque's body.

No wound.

Skin and flesh intact.

But this strike, it lashed the Original Spirit!

It lashed the true spirit!

"Ah——!!!!"

The Six-Eared Macaque let out a cry that no longer sounded human.

That kind of pain.

It's like placing the soul in a millstone, grinding it bit by bit.

With each lash,

Each will take away a hundred years of his cultivation.

Each will also shave off a thread of his fortune.

Pa!

"This lash is for the thousands of little monkeys on Mount Huaguo you killed."

Pa!

"This lash is for the Tang Seng you angered to death."

Pa!

"This lash is for my five hundred years of grievance!"

Sun Wukong's face was expressionless.

One lash after another.

The rhythm was steady.

With each lash that fell, it splattered a speck of golden light.

That was the Six-Eared Macaque's cultivation being scattered.

It was also his soul fragments being scattered.

Fresh blood.

Although there was no external injury, the foul blood flowing from the Six-Eared Macaque's seven orifices still splattered everywhere with the whip's motion.

Pfft.

Several drops of dark red foul blood splattered onto the nearby kneeling Guanyin's body.

Landing on her immaculate monk's robe.

Like blossoming red plums.

Shocking to behold.

Guanyin tightly bit her lower lip.

She bit out a blood mark.

She was forced to watch this scene.

She was forced to listen to that shrill wail.

This is torturing the Six-Ears.

It is also torturing her.

This is tearing the face of the Buddhist sect, throwing it to the ground to step on, and spitting two mouthfuls of saliva.

Finally.

Sun Wukong stopped his hand.

The Six-Eared Macaque can no longer cry out.

He hung in midair.

Like a broken rag doll.

His cultivation as a Golden Immortal of Taiyi was forcibly drained.

Given glossary includes: Sun Wukong, Bodhi, Patriarch Bodhi, Six-Eared Macaque, Heaven, Teacher, Great Thunderclap Temple, Buddhist Gate, Willow Branch, Golden Cudgel, miserable cry, cultivation, wild monkey, ruined, sticky and gooey, fishy smell, shame and indignation, wanting to cry but no tears, disliking dirt, taking off clothes, under the skin, frivolous women, master's teaching, almost vented anger, next life, Golden Immortal, Six-Ears.

Thus we should only output those that appear in lines.

Let's go through each line and mark which glossary terms appear.

【121】 none.

【122】 Miserable cry -> Cànjiào.

【123】 Six-Ears -> Six-Ears.

【124】 none.

【125】 Buddhist Gate -> Fómén.

【126】 none.

【127】 Sun Wukong -> Sun Wukong.

【128】 Six-Eared Macaque -> Six-Eared Macaque.

【129】 none.

【130】 none.

【131】 Cultivation -> Xiūwéi. Also, the term Golden Immortal appears in the phrase 'the cultivation of the Taiyi Golden Immortal'.

none.

The sentence 'Even an ordinary wild monkey is not as good as' contains the term wild monkey, which is transliterated as Yě hóuzi.

Ruined -> Fèi le.

Thoroughly ruined. Contains the term ruined again, but we already have.

Sun Wukong glanced at the willow branch in his hand.

The leaves, once vibrant and dripping with green, have now turned dark red.

That is filthy blood.

It is also a sin.

He turned around.

He glanced at Guanyin kneeling on the ground.

He casually threw it.

The willow branch, smeared with bloody flesh, traced an arc through the air.

Plop.

It fell into Guanyin's embrace.

It landed right on her chest.

In an instant.

The white robe, already stained with blood, was dyed red over a large area.

It was sticky and gooey.

It reeked horribly.

Guanyin's body trembled.

Tears welled in her eyes.

That was shame and indignation.

That was humiliation.

She stared fixedly at the dirty object in her arms, wanting to throw it away but daring not to move.

"How?"

Sun Wukong looked at her expression of wanting to cry but unable to shed tears, and curled the corner of his mouth into a cruel smile.

"You think it's dirty?"

His gaze roamed over Guanyin's body without restraint.

"If you think it's dirty, just take off your clothes."

"Anyway..."

"Underneath your skins, you're not much cleaner than this filth."

Guanyin suddenly lifted her head.

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Take off your clothes?"

"In this Great Thunderclap Temple?"

"Before countless gods and buddhas?"

This is harder to bear than killing her!

"Wukong..."

The Patriarch Bodhi's voice sounded faintly.

"Show some respect to the Bodhisattva."

"After all, she's just a lowly woman."

Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders.

"This is what the master taught."

He no longer paid attention to Guanyin, who was overcome with shame and anguish.

He turned around.

He grasped the golden cudgel once again.

Since he had pretty much vented his anger...

Then it's time to send this impostor on his way.

Xià bèizi.

Sun Wukong raised the Golden Cudgel.

The staff pointed to the azure heavens.

「Tóutāi zuò gè hǎorén。」

「Bié zài dāng hóuzi。」

Boom!

Jīnguāng bàozhàng on the Golden Cudgel.

This strike will land.

The Six-Eared Macaque will surely undergo Xíngshén jù miè, not even a scrap left.

Just at this Qiān jūn yī fā moment.

Cran—!!!

A clear and lofty Hè míng.

Suddenly came from Jiǔtiān zhī wài.

Pierced the Yúncéng.

Pierced the Wūdǐng of Da Lei Yin Si.

Ěrbiān zhà xiǎng beside Zhòngrén.

Immediately after that.

Although not as vast as a Saint's, it exuded a Jízhì fēngruì, Suǒdìng the Tiěbàng in Sun Wukong's hand.

「Dàshèng qiè màn！」

A middle-aged Dàorén clad in Bāguà Dàopáo, riding a Jùdà Bái Hè, slowly emerged from the void.

He held aloft a decree.

That was……

The decree of Hóngjūn Dàozǔ!