Chapter 615: The Past of Zhu Bajie and Jin Jiao

"Heh heh heh..."

Only to hear beneath the firmament, Yinjiao Dawang's laughter was extremely piercing and extremely rampant.

It was as if victory was already in his grasp, and he was full of confidence.

After all, this strategy was calculated by Laojun; no matter how powerful Sun Wukong was, he could not rival Taishang Laojun and Buddhism.

Under this magnificent momentum, this Great Saint Equal to Heaven had to bow his head.

Yinjiao Dawang was, at best, merely an executor.

The present is not like the past; Sun Wukong is no longer the monkey from five hundred years ago who looked down on everything and considered himself supreme, and he also knows that the Journey to the West is just a chess game, a calculation by the Immortals and Buddhas filling the sky.

In this round, the Immortals and Buddhas need him to bow his head, need him to lie prone, and need him to be defeated by the power of the Three Teachings.

As long as he lies down, according to the gambling game, if Xuanzang goes through the motions and gets captured, this tribulation will be considered complete.

Lying down is easy, but wanting to stand back up is difficult.

He fell five hundred years ago, and five hundred years later, Sun Wukong does not want to experience this taste again.

Furthermore, his inner self-esteem and the proud bones of being the Great Saint Equal to Heaven do not allow him to lie prone.

Xiaobailong, Heixiong, Shaheshang, and Baigu Furen are all watching.

Xuanzang is also watching, hoping that Wukong can break his shackles and achieve rebirth through destruction.

As long as he breaks the power of these Three Teachings, reshapes his invincible will, and washes away the vanity, then Wukong will not be far from the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

With Wukong's aptitude, and without any further external interference, advancing to the Great Luo Golden Immortal is only a matter of time.

But precisely because of the calculations from five hundred years ago and his defeat at the hands of Rulai and the Heavenly Court five hundred years ago, all of this had long ago subtly become Sun Wukong's inner demon.

Although Wukong usually still appears carefree and expresses that he does not care about past events, Xuanzang knows that this disciple cannot let go so easily.

"Wukong, let your master see your limit."

"Are you going to stop here? Is this your limit now?" Xuanzang spoke.

His voice was like a great bell or a resonant chime, deafening and enlightening, vibrating upon Sun Wukong's Primordial Spirit, lingering for a long time.

Sun Wukong bared his fangs and brandished his claws, enduring the crushing pressure of the Three Teachings; cracks also appeared on his Jingang indestructible body, and the longer the time, the stronger this suppressive force became.

"Master, your disciple Sun has no limits!"

"Your disciple Sun is the Great Saint Equal to Heaven, the Handsome Houzi King of Huaguoshan, Sun Wukong!"

"Ha!"

With a roar, Sun Wukong circulated the Mysterious Technique of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, his entire body's magic power flowing endlessly like a river; within his body, the sounds of thunderous waves and howling storms were released, and his bones even emitted strands of golden radiance.

Sun Wukong, who had originally been buried beneath the mud, slowly lifted his legs, wanting to step out of the quagmire beneath his feet and reopen the Great Dao.

"Go for it, Brother Houzi!" Xiaobailong tightly clenched his sandbag-sized fists, his face full of nervousness.

"Go for it, Senior Brother!" Heixiong opened his mouth, exhaling Heifeng, and roared loudly.

"Sun Wukong, you wouldn't want to fall here and bring shame upon Master, would you!" Baigu Furen said coldly.

"..." Xuanzang.

"Your disciple Sun would never bring shame upon Master!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth tightly.

Striving to lift Mount Tai, Emei, and Xumi, his waist, which had been bent at ninety degrees, was slowly straightened.

This process was very slow, yet it was like the darkness before the dawn; the light of dawn would eventually appear.

Seeing that Sun Wukong seemed to have a momentum of rising, Yinjiao Dawang became unsettled and hurriedly chanted a spell:

"Taishang Laojun, act with urgency like the law! Master help me! Ancestor help me!"

As the words fell, the pressure of the three Divine Mountains suddenly continued to increase; a terrifying pressure swept across the heavens and earth, and the living beings within a radius of a thousand miles prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, trembling—that was the pressure originating from the soul.

In this instant, half of Sun Wukong's leg was forced directly onto the ground; the pressure was too great, increasing by more than ten times in a single moment.

Xuanzang looked up at the sky, looking toward Mount Tai, Emei, and Xumi!

In just that instant, their forms had grown significantly larger.

The Qi Luck from the Three Teachings of Humanity, the Profound Gate, and Buddhism was added to the Mountain Soul!

The Qi Luck of these Three Teachings was too vast, almost to the point of being infinite, influencing countless epochs of time; did they have a presence in every single epoch?

Let alone Sun Wukong, if this Qi Luck and Karma were released with full force, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be pressed to the ground.

Currently, only about thirty percent of the power had been used; if it were full force, even if Sun Wukong had an indestructible body of copper skin and iron bones, he would be crushed into fragments.

"Stinky monkey, keep going!"

In Lotus Cave, Bajie, who had already been thrown into a steamer by Xiaozuanfeng, a subordinate of Jinjiao Dawang, prayed for Sun Wukong, his expression worried.

"Hahaha, Zhu Bajie. The outcome is decided; you had better worry about yourself. In a moment, this King will steam you first and then braise you in soy sauce," Jinjiao Dawang said.

"..., you dead brat, you don't remember any friendship at all. Back in the Heavenly Court, your grandfather here didn't treat you poorly, and now you actually want to rely on your Grandpa Zhu."

Bajie spoke directly, exposing Jinjiao Dawang's true face.

Jinjiao Dawang was not shocked at all, but instead said coldly: "Zhu Ganglie, Fleet Admiral Tianpeng? You have the nerve to speak of the events of that year? In the past, when you were cultivating under Master and entered the human teaching orthodoxy, you and I could be considered fellow disciples.

Yet you had not yet removed your mortal heart; although you cultivated the Immortal's flawless body, you stole Laojun's Pill every day to curry favor with those female celestial maidens."

"Laojun didn't even say anything, yet you dead kid still remember this?" Zhu Bajie said.

It was just eating a few pills; who knew how many pills were under Laojun.

"Master didn't say anything because we took the blame for you," Jin Jiao said angrily.

"..." Zhu Bajie?

"Taking the blame wasn't actually a big deal; at most, Master would say a few words. But as fellow disciples, you would rather give those Golden Cores to those female immortals than to us brothers. Who do you think was covering for you so you could take those Golden Cores away so easily?" Jin Jiao rebuked.

As Laojun's alchemy boys, controlling the gold furnace and the silver furnace, they could not very well steal from their own charge.

But Zhu Bajie was different; he was destined to replace the human teaching to serve as an official in the Heavenly Court, so Laojun was quite indulgent toward him.

Therefore, one must never compare oneself to others; once a comparison is made, one's mentality will shatter.

In that dull Tushita Palace, the mentality of Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao had cracked.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao has its cycle; in the end, Tianpeng entered the cycle of reincarnation, entered the Chusheng Dao, and became Zhu Bajie.

Now that Jin Jiao has entered the tribulation, how could he not take proper revenge?

Zhu Bajie was bewildered; the information in what Jin Jiao just said was massive.

No wonder his theft of the Golden Core that year was so smooth and without obstruction; it turned out Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao were keeping watch and had done so on purpose.

He had foolishly thought it was because he had cultivated the Golden Light of Earthly Flight within the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations to a realm of perfection, appearing like a Dragon that reveals its head but hides its tail.

"Sigh, so that's how it was. It is I, Old Zhu, who failed to recognize a good heart; if you wanted Golden Cores, you should have just told me," sighed Zhu Bajie.

"Pah! Little ones, boil him!"

Jinjiao Dawang did not reminisce, signaling the minor demons to increase the fire.

"Stop, stop! If you keep burning, your Grandpa Zhu's Skin is going to fall off."

Inside the steamer, Bajie used his divine abilities to shrink his body significantly, constantly dodging the overwhelming heat waves and flames.

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