Chapter 6: Words Follow Law! Buddha, how did this monkey grow six ears?

Kneel.

These two words left his mouth, with no room for negotiation.

It didn't even sound like a command.

It was more like an established fact.

As natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, water flowing downhill.

Crack!

A grating crack burst forth in the deathly silence of Da Lei Yin Si's air.

That was the sound of bones breaking.

The Six-Eared Macaque had originally wanted to force himself to stand straight, trying to maintain that pitiful pride.

But his kneecap shattered instantly.

His legs turned into soft noodles, unable to support his body's weight.

Thud!

He heavily knelt on the hard diamond ground.

The force of this kneel was too great.

The impact blasted two deep pits into the ground, flying shards stinging the faces of several nearby arhats.

Ah——!!!

The Six-Eared Macaque let out a mournful wail.

The pain pierced his heart.

But what frightened him more was this feeling of being unable to control himself.

It felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, but had become a marionette in the other's hands.

As long as that old man wished, he could at any moment tear off his limbs and twist off his head.

No…… I don't want to kneel!

I am the Victorious Fighting Buddha! I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

I once caused havoc in Heavenly Palace! I once protected Tang Seng on his journey for scriptures! Why should I kneel before you, a rustic Daoist?!

The Six-Eared Macaque's eyes turned blood-red, his hands dug desperately into the ground, nails breaking, blood flowing.

He desperately tried to lift his head.

He wanted to stand up.

But above his head, it felt as if thirty-three layers of heaven pressed down.

Let alone standing up, even moving a finger became a luxury.

Bodhi Patriarch still held that broken broom, his expression indifferent as he looked down at the monkey beneath his feet.

No anger.

No pity.

It was like watching an ant trying to flip itself under an elephant's foot.

Havoc in Heavenly Palace?

Bodhi gave a light chuckle.

His laughter was full of mockery.

That was his doing; it's none of your business.

Guarding Tang Seng on his scripture quest?

That was his protection; you're merely a thief who stole the fruits.

Bodhi's broom lightly tapped the Six-Eared Macaque's forehead.

The motion was gentle, like stroking a junior.

But the Six-Eared Macaque felt it was a sword that could at any moment pierce his celestial crown!

His monkey fur stood on end, cold sweat mixed with blood instantly soaking his back.

Since you like stealing so much……

Bodhi's voice suddenly sank, carrying a hint of bone-chilling gloom.

Then that old Daoist will help you peel off this borrowed skin.

Just as his words fell.

A strange surge instantly enveloped the Six-Eared Macaque's whole body.

This is not magic power.

This is…… Words Follow Law!

This is also the law of karma!

Rip——

The Six-Eared Macaque's remaining close-fitting clothing suddenly exploded into ash without warning.

But this was only the beginning.

Immediately after.

He felt his skin begin to itch.

Intense itch!

Like billions of ants gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Ah! Itch! So itchy!!!

The Six-Eared Macaque rolled wildly on the ground, his hands frantically scratching his body.

Huge swaths of golden monkey fur, together with skin and flesh, were ripped off by him himself!

Fresh blood splattered!

"This... what kind of black art is this?!"

The descending‑dragon Arhat beside him felt his scalp tingle and instinctively recoiled.

This is nowhere near a venerable old immortal.

These methods are a hundred times crueler than the demons of the eighteenth level of Hell!

The willow branch in Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand trembled.

She could see it.

This is not black art.

This is Primordial Source stripping!

That old man is forcibly stripping the Six-Eared Macaque of the portion of its disguise belonging to the "Luminous Stone Monkey", forcing it to reveal its true form!

"Buddha Patriarch! Buddha Patriarch, save me!!!"

The Six-Eared Macaque's throat went hoarse from pain as it stretched a blood‑soaked hand toward the Tathagata on the Liántái.

"You promised to keep me from dying!"

"You said that as long as I obey, this Buddha seat would be mine!"

"I will no longer be a Buddha! I quit! Help!"

These mournful wails echoed through the vast Da Lei Yin Si.

Each word landed like a slap, striking the face of Rulai Buddha.

The Tathagata's golden visage was now as black as a pot bottom.

He could no longer sit by idly.

If the Six-Eared Macaque truly shows its original form, the grand drama of True and False Monkey King is completely exposed.

The reputation of Fómén will be utterly ruined!

"Amitabha."

The Tathagata forced his mind steady, his surrounding Buddha light surged, attempting to dispel the terrifying law pressing on the Six-Eared Macaque.

"Fellow Daoist, show mercy where you can."

"This mischievous monkey is at fault, but after all it has entered my monkhood..."

"Silence."

Bodhi Patriarch did not turn his head, merely flicked his sleeve back with a swing.

Boom!

A surge of Chaos Realm qi swept outward.

The ten‑thousand‑foot Buddha light the Tathagata had just gathered had no time to unleash its power before this qi stream scattered it on the spot!

The qi stream, unabated, slammed heavily against the Tathagata's chest.

Thud!

The Tathagata let out a muffled hum; the massive Dharma Aspect Golden Body tipped backward, nearly toppling off the Liántái!

The whole hall erupted in a roar!

All the bodhisattvas and arhats' eyes bulged out.

Buddha Patriarch... repelled again?!

Not even a chance to strike back?!

"When I speak, it's most annoying when others interrupt."

Bodhi turned, casting a cold glance at the Tathagata.

That glance.

Like falling into an ice cavern.

The Tathagata felt his throat tighten, the incantation at his lips forced down hard.

He dared not move.

That is the pressure of the Chaotic Demon God!

Within this old Daoist's body hides a demon capable of destroying the Three Realms!

No one dares to block.

And no one can block.

In the great hall's center, the Six-Eared Macaque's wail grew ever fainter.

All the golden monkey fur on its body had shed.

The originally imposing, Sun Wukong‑like appearance was undergoing a horrific transformation.

Beneath the golden blaze of hair, what grew were dull gray stray hairs!

That thunder‑god face began to twist and elongate, becoming a sharper‑snouted, monkey‑faced visage, filled with malice and lewdness.

The most terrifying part was its ears.

Originally it had only a single pair of wind‑catching ears.

Now.

Behind that pair, flesh and blood writhed, and two more pairs of ears forcibly sprouted!

Three on the left.

Three on the right.

All Six-Ears moved in unison, exceedingly bizarre!

"This... this is..."

Manjushri Bodhisattva inhaled a cold breath, pointed at the monster on the ground, his fingers trembling.

"Six-Eared Macaque?!"

"Good at listening, can discern reason, knows past and future, all things are clear... this is one of the Four Chaotic Monkeys, the Six-Eared Macaque!"

The truth is revealed!

The entire Ling Shan exploded.

Those lower-level arhats and lesser cultivators who had previously been kept in the dark now stared at each other, their eyes full of shock and bewilderment.

"Isn't it the Fighting Victory Buddha?"

"How did it become a Six-Eared Macaque?"

"Where is the real Sun Wukong? The Great Sage who protected Tang Seng all the way and earned great merit?!"

Murmurs spread through the crowd like a plague.

Countless doubtful gazes were cast toward the lofty Rulai Buddha.

Is this the compassion of the Buddhist sect?

Is this the so‑called salvation of all beings?

Replacing a meritorious hero with a counterfeit, and even bestowing him the title of Buddha?!

Rulai sat on the lotus platform, feeling as if a blade of grass brushed his back.

Those gazes, though harmless, hurt him more than Bodhi Patriarch's slap.

Faith has collapsed.

The Buddhist sect's painstakingly cultivated glorious image of ten thousand years, at this moment, showed an irreparable crack!

The Six-Eared Macaque on the ground had fully revealed its true form.

A gray‑furred monkey.

Ugly.

Embarrassed.

No trace of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's majesty remains.

He lay on the ground, trembling, his six ears constantly quivering, listening to the harsh murmurs around him.

It's over.

All over.

The last piece of cover was mercilessly torn apart by this old madman!

Bodhi Patriarch looked at the true form on the ground; the chill in his eyes eased a bit, replaced by endless sorrow.

"Sun Wukong..."

"You die at the hands of such a filthy, clumsy talent?"

"You deserve it too?!"

The last three words were almost shouted by Bodhi.

Boom!

Waves of sound rolled, shaking the dome of Da Lei Yin Si so that dust fell.

The Six-Eared Macaque, startled by the roar, was terrified to the core.

He knew his death was certain.

This old Taoist would not let him go.

A fierce will to survive made him summon the last ounce of strength.

He sprang violently from the ground, rolling and crawling toward Rulai Buddha's lotus platform, clutching a corner of the lotus seat.

That was his last lifeline.

"Buddha Patriarch! Say something!"

"It was you who hinted that I kill that monkey!"

"It was you who covered him with a golden bowl, letting me act!"

"You said it was for the great flourishing of the Buddhist sect! You said it was to cut causality!"

The Six-Eared Macaque let out a mournful scream, spilling all the black material in one rush.

"Now trouble arises, you want to play dumb?!"

"I don't want to die! If you don't save me, I'll tell all the details of that True and False Monkey King day to the Three Realms!!!"

Silence.

Silence as dead.

Everyone held their breath.

Although everyone had their own guesses, this was the firsthand confirmation from the parties involved!

This is stripping the Buddhist sect's face, throwing it on the ground to step on, and spitting on it after!

Rulai Buddha's face twitched wildly.

He looked at the hysterical gray‑furred monkey beneath his feet, and a genuine murderous intent finally flickered in his eyes.

This beast... cannot be spared!

But just as Rulai prepared to strike silently to silence him,

A teal figure, like a specter, appeared behind the Six-Eared Macaque.

An aged, gray hand pressed onto the Six-Eared's head.

"Want to die?"

Bodhi Patriarch's voice, in the six ears of Six-Ears, boomed simultaneously.

"How could it be that easy?"

"You owe Wukong a life, you owe him his Xiūwéi, you owe him five hundred years of time……"

Bodhi's fingers slowly tightened, and a dim light that made the heart tremble rose from his fingertips.

"We, one by one……"

"Let's figure it out slowly."