Chapter 17: Ling Shan's Largest Stolen Goods Laundering Den

Behind Da Lei Yin Si.

Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

This place is normally a forbidden zone of Ling Shan.

Only Arhats who have rendered great service, or newly promoted Bodhisattvas, are qualified to come here to seek a drop of merit water to cleanse their Dao Heart.

On the water's surface, seven-colored rosy mist swirled.

Several golden lotus flowers floated quietly, emitting a tempting fragrance.

Those were merit golden lotuses.

Although not an innate supreme treasure of the twelve grades, it was cultivated by the Western Two Saints with great magical power; eating one can increase lifespan by a Yuan Assembly and boost magical power by a thousand years.

"Plop!"

A huge boom.

It broke the tranquility here.

Sun Wukong was like a bomb, directly smashing into the pool.

Water splashed up three zhang high.

The originally crystal-clear, supremely sacred merit water.

Instantly turned murky.

Sun Wukong's monkey hairs held the blood of the Six-Eared Macaque, the blood of the Tathagata, and also the dust from just smashing the lotus platform.

At this moment.

All of it merged into this pool water.

The golden water surface rippled with a layer of dark red oil.

Several monkey hairs also floated.

"Comfortable!"

Sun Wukong emerged from the water.

He wiped his face.

He lay on his back on the water, leisurely paddling.

Here, rub.

There, scratch.

"This water is nice, slippery."

Sun Wukong, while washing, gave his comments.

"Better than the Water Curtain Cave on Mount Huaguo."

"It's just too greasy."

By the shore.

The Zhunti Saint who had followed over, his face twitched.

He was dripping blood.

That was the merit water he had painstakingly accumulated!

Every drop was his heart's flesh!

Now it's become bathwater?

Or blood-stained bathwater?

"This... this..."

Zhunti pointed at the pool, looking toward the Bodhi Patriarch.

"Master, this is too wasteful of things..."

The Bodhi Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back at the shore.

Watching his disciple splashing in the pool, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Wasteful?"

"My disciple using your water to bathe shows he thinks highly of you."

"You should feel honored."

Zhunti wanted to cry.

Do you want this honor or not?

In the pool.

Sun Wukong washed for a while, feeling a bit hungry.

The earlier fight consumed too much energy.

His gaze locked onto a golden lotus floating not far away.

That lotus was the size of a washbasin.

Its petals were plump and crystal clear.

"Come over here!"

Sun Wukong reached out and scooped.

He pulled that golden lotus over.

"Crack!"

He opened his big mouth and took a bite directly.

Crisp.

Very crisp.

Juice splashed everywhere.

A stream of pure energy flowed down the throat into the stomach, instantly turning into a warm current that nourished the limbs.

"Hmm, taste not bad."

Sun Wukong chewed while speaking indistinctly.

"It's a bit like that woman Queen Mother's flat peach, just without the pit."

"Crunchy."

Crack, crack.

After a few mouthfuls.

A merit golden lotus that had grown here for ten thousand years, petals and stamens all, went into the monkey's belly.

Zhunti Saint clutched their chest.

"That was prepared for the Future Buddha!"

"That was Ling Shan's strategic reserve grain!"

"Master!"

Sun Wukong raised another golden lotus and waved at Bodhi on the shore.

"This thing is quite sweet."

"You want to try some too?"

"Catch!"

Whoosh.

That golden lotus was thrown over.

Bodhi Patriarch reached out and caught it.

They were not courteous either.

They broke off a petal, put it in their mouth, and tasted it.

"Ordinary."

Bodhi shook their head.

"Not enough heat."

"A bit astringent."

"But it's barely edible."

Having said that.

Bodhi Patriarch flicked their sleeve.

A suction force sprang up out of nowhere.

The dozen or so golden lotuses left in the pond seemed to have heard the summons.

They lined up.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

All flew into Bodhi's sleeve.

"Take these back."

"Let your senior brothers have a taste."

"They can also be used to feed pigs."

Zhunti's eyes went black.

They almost fainted.

Not even a root was left!

This is a robbery that cuts off descendants!

"There's still this water."

Bodhi glanced at the merit pool that Sun Wukong had washed into a soy‑sauce color.

Although it was a bit dirty.

But after all, it's energy.

"It can't be wasted either."

Bodhi took out an old gourd.

They pulled out the stopper.

They aimed it at the pond.

"Collect."

Rumble.

The pond water began to boil.

It turned into a huge water dragon, which was sucked into the small gourd.

The water level dropped at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye.

The bottom was exposed.

Bare pond bottom was revealed.

And lying haphazardly in the mud was a heap of things.

"Huh?"

Sun Wukong stood on the sludge‑filled pond bottom.

Under his feet, he stepped on something hard.

He bent over.

He pulled a rusty longsword from the mud.

He wiped off the mud.

On the blade, two ancient seal characters were revealed: Slay Immortals.

"It's fake."

Sun Wukong casually tossed it aside.

He then picked up a broken bell.

"A down-and-out bell?"

"This is also fake."

Sun Wukong seemed to be browsing the Panjiayuan antique market.

He was rummaging and picking things up at the pool bottom.

There were over a thousand magical treasures here.

Most were damaged or incomplete.

Or their spiritual awareness had been wiped away.

But judging from the lingering auras,

None of these items were ordinary.

They were either from the Sect of Cutting or the Sect of Primordial.

There were even relics from the Monster Clan Heavenly Court.

"Nice fellows."

Sun Wukong picked up a gold brick and hefted it.

"Is this Nezha's gold brick?"

"How did it get here?"

He raised his head, seeing the embarrassed Zhun Ti and Jie Yin on the shore.

He grinned.

"So this is your Ling Shan."

"It's not a holy land of Buddhism."

"It's a den for fencing stolen goods, right?"

"If the gods of the Three Realms found out, would you still have any face left?"

Zhun Ti turned his face away.

He pretended not to hear.

Who had clean hands back then?

If you could loot, you looted; if not, you stole.

This is called having affinity with the West.

"What is this?"

Sun Wukong suddenly spotted a patch of pink in the deep mire.

It was very eye-catching.

Among a heap of weapons, it stood out conspicuously.

He reached out.

He pinched a corner of it with two fingers.

He slowly lifted it up.

It was a piece of cloth.

It was silk.

Pink lotus flowers were embroidered on it.

It also had two thin straps.

This was a belly band.

A woman's belly band.

Moreover, judging by its size and craftsmanship, it was definitely not ordinary.

It still retained a faint fragrance.

And a familiar fluctuation of magical power.

At the gate of Da Lei Yin Si.

Guanyin Bodhisattva had been secretly observing this side.

Upon seeing that pink object,

Her face instantly flushed red.

The redness spread to the base of her neck.

She instinctively covered her chest.

That was hers from a thousand years ago…… if she had inadvertently lost it……

How could it be there?

How could it be at the bottom of the Pool of Merit?

Could it be those two old shameless ones……

Guanyin didn't dare to think.

She felt that Ling Shan was no longer a place to stay.

Too dirty.

Sun Wukong held that belly band.

It swayed in the wind.

Like a flag.

「tsk tsk tsk」

「Master, look. 」

「How is there still this thing in a monk's temple? 」

Sun Wukong had a curious babyish look.

「Which Bodhisattva got hot and took this off to cool down? 」

「Or rather... 」

Sun Wukong looked at Zhunti and Jieyin.

His gaze was strange.

「This is the two Saints'... private stash? 」

Pfft!

Jieyin Saint finally lost his cultivation.

He spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Wronged!

This really isn't his!

I don't know which unfilial descendant threw this in!

「You wretch! 」

「Don't spout nonsense! 」

Zhunti was furious and disheveled.

If this gets out, will the two Western Saints still be able to face people?

Hidden stash of a female Bodhisattva's belly band?

This reputation is worse than being a traitor!

「I wasn't spouting nonsense! 」

Sun Wukong hung the belly band on the Golden Cudgel.

As a war trophy.

「There's a name on it. 」

「Looks like it's... Miaoshan? 」

Sun Wukong pretended not to know many characters.

「Who is Miaoshan? 」

The Guanyin Bodhisattva at the entrance flickered.

Turning directly into a beam of white light.

Ran away.

If you don't run, this face will really be lost.

That was her name when she underwent trials in the mortal world.

Sun Wukong watched Guanyin's fleeing back.

He gave a hehe laugh.

He put the belly band into his bosom.

「Since no one claims it, 」

「Then it belongs to Old Sun. 」

「Take it back to use as diapers for the little monkeys on Mount Huaguo. 」

He jumped out from the bottom of the pool.

His body was clean and dry.

He held the Golden Cudgel in his hand.

In his bosom he carried a dozen or so usable magic treasures fished from the pool bottom.

「Master. 」

Sun Wukong walked up to Bodhi.

He licked his lips, still wanting more.

「The bath is done. 」

「The meal is eaten. 」

「The stuff is also taken. 」

「Should we go to the next stop? 」

Sun Wukong's gaze turned toward the Thirty-Three Heavens above.

Toward that splendid Heavenly Palace, whose gates were tightly shut at the moment.

「That Old Man Jade Emperor. 」

「He was just laughing happily a moment ago. 」

I, Old Monkey, want to go ask him.

His chair.

Shouldn't it also be time to change who sits?

Bodhi Patriarch gave a faint smile.

A glint of cold light flashed in the eyes.

Go!

Go to Lingxiao Hall.

Master will take you there...

Demolition.