Chapter 211: Black Silk Houtu's Invitation

Black Wind Mountain.

"It's been half a month, Houzi; why don't we bury him?"

Bajie leaned in next to Sun Wukong and whispered.

On the other side, Xiaobailong stayed by Xuanzang's side, wailing loudly, his tears flowing down like a waterfall.

"Sob sob, Master, why did you leave so suddenly!"

"This disciple hasn't even properly asked you for the essence of how to cultivate muscles."

"The heavens have no eyes; Heaven is jealous of my master!"

Xiaobailong's eyes were bloodshot as he continuously pounded his own pectoral muscles.

At this moment, Xiaobailong had followed his master's trail all the way to Heifengdong, never expecting to hear such tragic news.

Seeing Xiaobailong crying so sorrowfully, Heixiongjing could not help but wail loudly as well.

Although he had only been a disciple to Xuanzang for a day, he respected Xuanzang immensely.

"Stop crying, you're making Old Pig feel restless and annoyed," Bajie complained.

"They say the dead are to be respected, and burial brings peace. If this person isn't buried, he'll become a lonely ghost."

Bajie wiped away a tear, feeling a sour ache in his heart.

"No, I, Old Sun, am going to the Underworld to demand the person back."

Sun Wukong felt he could not just sit and wait for death; even if it meant causing chaos in the Underworld again, he had to retrieve his master.

"Houzi, don't do anything stupid."

"This isn't five hundred years ago; you aren't necessarily capable of causing chaos in the Underworld anymore," Bajie advised against it.

"I could cause chaos five hundred years ago, why can't I do it five hundred years later?" Sun Wukong questioned.

"The waters of the Underworld are no shallower than the Heavenly Court. Back then, you only caused trouble in the Yama King's palace of the Ten Yama Kings; they gave face to the Heavenly Court and Buddhism and didn't hold it against you. Do you really think the Yama King is easy to provoke?

Not to mention the Yama King, even the Five Directional Ghost Emperors above, the Dongyue Dadi, or even the most mysterious Fengdu Dadi—any one of them could suppress you with a single finger," Bajie said bluntly.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong fell silent.

He was no longer the monkey from five hundred years ago who feared nothing and no one!

He also knew the depths of the Three Realms; if one were to go by magic power and cultivation realm, there were more than two hands' worth of beings in the Three Realms who could easily handle him.

"So annoying!"

Seeing this, Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Houzi, let's bury him. You go back to your Huaguoshan, I'll go back to my Yunzhandong, Xiaobailong goes to his Yingchoujian, and Heixiong stays here. We'll keep waiting for five hundred years; perhaps another Scripture Seeker will appear then," Bajie said.

"Would that Scripture Seeker still be Master?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," Bajie said.

Sun Wukong pondered for a long time, looking at the motionless, breathless Xuanzang, and said slowly:

"Since that's the case, then bury him, and let Master be laid to rest. Perhaps I, Old Sun, and Master were destined to meet but not to stay together!"

Hearing Sun Wukong give in, Bajie's expression changed immediately, and he said:

"Houzi, that is the correct decision."

"By the way, after Master is buried, how should we divide his luggage?"

"You idiot, you're still thinking about Master's things?" Sun Wukong said irritably.

"Well, Houzi Brother, Pig Brother, could you leave Master's Kasaya to me? It's mainly to keep a memento, to see the object and remember the person."

Heixiongjing said, though a glint of greed appeared in his eyes.

"You blind bear, you're too greedy. This is a supreme treasure of Buddhism; it must be kept by me, Old Pig," Zhu Bajie said.

"..." Sun Wukong, Xiaobailong.

"You two are truly filial!" Sun Wukong shook his head.

"However, since Master has entered Nirvana, his funeral arrangements cannot be sloppy. We must find a good coffin, make the spectacle grand, and call all the demon kings within ten thousand miles to mourn for three days," Sun Wukong said.

"..." Zhu Bajie?

"Houzi, you are the truly filial one. Who doesn't know that Master is the reincarnation of Jinchanzi? That flesh has ten lifetimes of Merit; one bite grants immortality and greatly increases magic power.

You invite the demon kings over just to make sure they aren't afraid to touch Master," Bajie retorted.

"..." Sun Wukong scratched his head.

"What, one bite of Master's flesh grants immortality and greatly increases magic power!"

Heixiong was somewhat excited; how had he never heard of this?

"You blind bear, what are you thinking about!"

Sun Wukong glared at Heixiong, feeling frantic.

"Ahem, if you ask me, Old Pig, don't let the fertile water flow into outsiders' fields!" Zhu Bajie chuckled.

"Get lost!"

Sun Wukong was about to kill this simple-minded Bajie.

"Just joking, just joking," Zhu Bajie said tremblingly.

"Master is not like ordinary people; it seems the funeral should be handled in secret. We must find a hidden place to hide him. How about I, Old Sun, take Master back to Huaguoshan? With me there, Master won't be disturbed after he falls into his eternal sleep," Sun Wukong said.

"Houzi, if you take him to your Huaguoshan, you wouldn't be thinking of..." Zhu Bajie said with a suspicious look.

"You idiot, you truly use the heart of a petty person to measure the belly of a gentleman monkey. I, Old Sun, am already a Golden Immortal; I have long since jumped out of the Three Realms and am not within the Five Elements, immortal and free," Sun Wukong said.

"That's fine, Old Pig will go with you to Huaguoshan; I'll only be at ease once I see Master buried," Zhu Bajie said.

"I'll go too," Heixiong scratched his head.

"Great Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I'll go too," Xiaobailong wiped away his tears, but still couldn't help but choke up.

Underworld, Wuzu Hall.

Xuanzang stood alone in the hall; Houtu had disappeared for a while and was nowhere to be seen.

"Sigh, when will I be able to return to Renjian here?" Xuanzang muttered to himself.

Leaving his Flesh in Renjian, there is no telling what kind of trouble might arise.

After all, that is Tang Seng flesh!

But now, as long as Houtu does not nod, he certainly cannot leave.

"You want to go back that much?"

From behind Wuzu Hall, Houtu Great Heavenly Venerable walked out slowly.

Xuanzang looked over, but his expression changed slightly, revealing a look of astonishment.

Compared to the previous Houtu, who was blessed with a Saint's halo and could not be offended, the current Houtu had changed into a different dress.

The overall style leaned towards black; she wore a long black silk dress, classical and elegant, which perfectly set off Houtu's slender and graceful figure.

"Black Silk Stockings?"

This term suddenly popped into Xuanzang's head.

But it seemed a bit more high-end than Black Silk Stockings.

And this time, Houtu was wearing shoes, similar to a kind of crystal high heel, pure black, with spiritual light flickering from time to time.

"Does it look good?"

The elegant and noble Houtu was expressionless, merely asking calmly.

"Ahem."

Xuanzang coughed; this was a classic death-trap question.

A Saint cannot be offended; answering whether it looks good or not would be disrespectful to a Saint.

So Xuanzang chose silence!

"Rest assured, you have passed the test. I will not hold your previous recklessness against you; you can speak your mind, I guarantee I won't silence you," Houtu said.

Xuanzang chuckled; this was something to listen to, but not to take seriously!

The rules were set by Houtu, so naturally, whatever Houtu said went.

"Houtu Niangniang, my Primordial Spirit cannot stay in the Underworld for long either. Could you please give me an answer as to when I can go back?" Xuanzang said.

"First, keep this Venerable company for a drink!"

Houtu bypassed the question, and with a wave of her jade hand, an ancient table appeared in Wuzu Hall, laden with fine wine and delicacies.

"..." Xuanzang.

Chat Group.

Scripture Seeker: "Sigh, it's tough; Houtu Great Heavenly Venerable won't let me go back."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "?? What happened, Xuan Ge? Just now the live stream seemed to be blocked; I couldn't see anything."

Scripture Seeker: "?" You were watching the whole time?"

Number One Golden Core of the Nine Provinces: "I can testify that it did pause for a while just now."

Diviner: "The Chat Group was subjected to some kind of interference just now, but it has recovered."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Hehe, if you ask me, Brother Xuanzang, you should just give in. Hug Houtu Niangniang's thigh, and you'll be the one calling the shots in these Three Realms."

Diviner: "..."

Yan Shuangying was speechless at Ye Fan's lack of seriousness.

"Ding, you may invite a new group member. Will you invite them?"

At this moment, the Chat Group notification sound reached Yan Shuangying's ears.

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