Chapter 538: Mother and Son's Scheme

The side belonging to Kasyapa had its eyes tightly shut, having completely fallen into a coma.

The Two-Faced Buddha's body was also "damaged" severely.

Most of its body had already vanished, leaving only a fragment of a corpse.

Ananda's rampage — if it continued a while longer, it would truly be a final flare before death.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Ananda, who now occupied the dominant position, noticed Tang Luo's arrival and immediately switched targets, lunging at him.

A berserk aura roared like a ferocious beast.

In an instant, he reached Tang Luo; the remaining right hand clenched into a fist and, heedless of everything, smashed toward Tang Luo's head.

Tang Luo waved his hand, slapping Ananda across the face.

Ananda flew sideways at a speed faster than his lunge, crashing straight into the distant cliff face; fine, dense cracks spiderwebbed across half of the golden skull face.

This only further ignited Ananda's ferocity; he flew out of the hole he had made, relentlessly killing his way toward Tang Luo once more.

Tang Luo frowned, raised a hand toward Ananda, and brought it down from above.

A gigantic illusory palm print manifested, descending from the heavens.

Nirvana Lapis Lazuli Great Palm Seal!

As the great palm seal pressed down, Ananda beneath it was like an insect, unable to escape Tang Luo's control.

His originally decent speed began to slow, until at the end it was nearly motionless, as if he were actively crashing into Tang Luo's great palm seal.

The great palm seal crashed down with a boom.

The earth shook violently; a huge palm-print crater appeared, and the battered Two-Faced Buddha lay at its center, unmoving.

They had basically entered their final moments.

"Venerable One!"

That old monk shouted, glaring hatefully at Tang Luo, "You actually dare strike such a vicious blow?"

"Scram!" Tang Luo delivered a backhanded slap in midair, sending that old monk flying; he lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Tang Luo's gaze swept over them, sharp as a blade, heavy as a mountain, pressing down on those few "little monks" who were stirring restlessly until they could not even catch their breath, let alone make any other move.

"Since you want to stay safe, why put on a righteous act? Let me hear you clamor again, and I'll send you to meet the Buddha."

His voice was like the wind from the Nine Netherworlds, scraping flesh from bone.

The "send you to meet the Buddha" here wasn't the surface meaning.

He didn't know where the Tathagata was, or if he was dead — a big shot like that definitely wouldn't die so easily.

Hearing Tang Luo's threat, the old monk's body trembled; he vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood and fainted completely.

Or perhaps, he forcibly made himself faint.

Ignoring that old monk who had given himself a way out, Tang Luo activated the Merit Jade Lotus to heal the Two-Faced Buddha, barely tethering the two lives.

"Your son ran away."

Tossing the Princess Iron Fan he had been carrying onto the ground, Tang Luo looked at her and said, "He just abandoned you like that."

Ananda and Kasyapa bore obvious traces of being scorched by Samadhi True Fire.

Clearly, after spitting out black smoke to temporarily trap Nezha, Red Boy came here to cause trouble for this Two-Faced Buddha.

After heavily injuring him, he left at the first opportunity.

The monster corpses on the ground were obviously the vanguard force.

Kasyapa and the other had originally been blasted by a map-cannon attack; Kasyapa forcibly suppressed Ananda, leaving his condition extremely poor.

Fighting the vanguard monsters, then being ambushed by Red Boy into this state, was a normal occurrence.

As for those few monks, their condition was good; the most severely injured was that old monk, and that was from Tang Luo's slap just now.

The unseen battle just now — what these guys were doing is easy to imagine.

If they had been willing to fight to the death, their "Venerable One" absolutely would not be in his current situation.

Ridiculous, yet they still put on a righteous act, even vaguely trying to pin the blame on Tang Luo.

When Tang Luo taught a lesson, he naturally wouldn't be polite.

One slap took half the old monk's life; the coming time would just be bitter endurance.

This punishment was no lighter than entering the Demon-Subduing Pagoda.

"Alright, tell us, what exactly do you want to do?" Tang Luo crouched down, looking at Princess Iron Fan and asked.

Nezha, meanwhile, flew toward the place where he and Red Boy had fought, to retrieve his "mount" the Black Lotus; soon he would have to release this battle state.

The next long period would be his weak period.

"We orphan and widow, what do we want to do?" Princess Iron Fan said, "Master Monk might as well think for himself."

"Hm?" Tang Luo's eyes lit up; he clapped his hands, "I see! You want to find a man!"

"..."

Princess Iron Fan nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood; you, this demon monk!

"Speaking of which, why is Red Boy so eager about finding a stepfather for himself?" Tang Luo asked, "Also, you want to find one, just find one; why beat Kasyapa and the others half to death? Could it be he refused you, and you flew into a rage out of humiliation? They're monks, refusal is normal, no need for such deep hatred, right? If it really doesn't work out, I know some strapping men — want me to introduce you?"

Listening to Tang Luo's nonsense, Princess Iron Fan was infuriated into laughter.

She just opened her mouth, preparing to spit in Tang Luo's face, when she heard Nezha's ghostly wails.

"Son of a bitch! This young master will tear that little brat apart with my bare hands!"

Nezha, who had gone to find the "wheelchair," flew back, "Xuanzang! Are we friends!"

"Uh, no?" Tang Luo tried to refuse, "Okay, okay, we're friends, speak nicely, put the spear down, it can't hurt me anyway."

"That little brat stole my Black Lotus!"

Nezha lowered his spear.

"……" After two seconds of silence, Tang Luo said, "If I had known earlier, I would have brought the tightening hoop."

After Red Boy, that little rascal, left Guanyin, it seemed he was now free as a bird in the sky, a fish in the sea, and even a husky tearing apart the house—completely letting himself go.

As Nezha's anger erupted, the black armor on his body receded, and the patterns on his face gradually faded, leaving only faint traces.

The Heaven-Tying Silk turned into clothing, and he simply "sat" on the ground, glaring angrily at Princess Iron Fan.

Princess Iron Fan felt no inner turmoil at all; she even wanted to laugh.

"Looking at you, you don't seem to be looking for a stepfather for Red Boy." Tang Luo said, "Is the Bull Demon King pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

Princess Iron Fan pondered for a moment: "Holy Monk, are you this curious?"

"Some things must be resolved." Tang Luo said, "The poor monk is curious—you should be happy."

"Oh?" Princess Iron Fan blinked in surprise.

"If the poor monk weren't curious, I wouldn't care what you're doing—I'd just liberate you all." Tang Luo's eyes flashed with dangerous light.

Tang Luo is a "Listener," after all, being the "Greatest Literary Master of the Three Realms," needing all sorts of material to write (create) (and court death).

Being a Listener doesn't mean one must listen at all times.

Having considerable patience doesn't mean Tang Luo will just let this mother and son do as they please.

"We only want to revive our old ox." Princess Iron Fan stated the true purpose, and if she delayed any longer, the demon monk before her would take action.

Moreover, delaying to this extent is already nearly too late.

It's almost a done deal—even if he wanted to stop it, there would be nothing he could do.

"Is the Bull Demon King dead?" Tang Luo asked.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Bull Demon King, leader of the Seven Great Sages, sworn elder brother of Sun Wukong, possesses truly formidable strength.

Of course, whether his strength is extraordinary or not, in the face of the great heavenly disaster of the Shattering of the Mountains and Seas Realm, there is little room for struggle.

Those who deserve to die will still die.

"Is he not dead yet? You want to revive him, but what does that have to do with my Black Lotus!" Nezha shouted angrily.

Even trying to seize the wheelchair of a disabled vegetative person—is there any justice left? Is there any law?

How can there be such shameless demons in the world!

"……Probably just an afterthought." Princess Iron Fan's face flushed with embarrassment.

Nezha was not in the plan, nor was Tang Luo.

They are both uncertain factors X, considered during the plotting against Ananda and the others, and were successfully used.

But whether X is Tang Luo or Nezha, it actually doesn't matter.

Whether it's another outsider or Tang Luo and his group, the plan must proceed—this is a rare opportunity that must be seized.

However, the appearance of Tang Luo and Nezha has turned the final action into a risky endeavor.

Fortunately, due to the special identities of Princess Iron Fan and Red Boy, it won't come down to a life-or-death struggle.

If it were equally strong opponents facing this mother-son pair in a life-or-death battle, the situation would certainly be completely different.

They are merely using the identity of "old acquaintances."

"You founded the Red Lotus Society, operating in secret all along, with the ultimate goal of reviving the Bull Demon King."

Tang Luo mused, "But this is no easy task—wasteland resources are scarce, and the Heavenly Court, 'Spirit Mountain,' and divine blessings are all competitors."

"What is needed to 'revive' the Bull Demon King is certainly no small amount."

After a pause, Tang Luo looked at the only remaining double-faced Buddha and said, "So……"

Not even sparing others' bodies.

"This is a necessity." Princess Iron Fan said, admitting it.

"Is my Black Lotus also needed?"

"That may not be the case."

The shadow of the Wasteland, the truth of the Red Lotus Society, is now fully revealed.

"Wait a moment." After a while, the calmed Nezha asked, "Since you've spoken of 'revival,' the Bull Demon King certainly isn't in my condition—he must be far worse."

The gods and buddhas on the Wasteland are actually all quite unfortunate.

The heavenly gods condensed into the Yellow-Robed King, Nezha became a disabled vegetative person, and Ananda and Kasyapa became the double-faced Buddha.

Red Boy and Princess Iron Fan are also outwardly strong but inwardly weak, weaker than they were initially.

The Bull Demon King is no better off—indeed, he is even more severe, almost nothing but a remnant soul.

"I don't think you have any way to 'revive' the Bull Demon King……" Nezha said in a deep voice, as a severely injured person, he knows too well how difficult recovery is.

Even if one took the only available materials from Ananda and Kasyapa's double-faced Buddha, it would still be fraught with difficulty.

"Unless, you actually used obsidian— isn't that just courting death?" Nezha thought of an impossible possibility.

Obsidian is the condensed, highly toxic essence of heaven and earth.

Gods and buddhas merely use it as a power source, and Nezha also only regards it as a last resort.

Using it for revival or healing is tantamount to suicide.

Using obsidian is like keeping a vegetative person in a coma, administering a "tiger-wolf elixir" to briefly revive him—awake for just a few minutes.

"We have our own secret treasure to suppress the residual toxicity—no need for the Third Prince to worry about this." Princess Iron Fan said.

"What secret treasure?" Nezha asked.

Princess Iron Fan said nothing—this secret treasure cannot be told to outsiders.

"Hey, you're a prisoner—have some self-awareness!" Nezha shouted angrily, "Don't think I won't hit women just because I'm young!"

He is, after all, just a child—what is there to fear!

"No matter, you'll soon know what the secret treasure is." Tang Luo said casually.

"You……" Princess Iron Fan looked at Tang Luo's composed expression—could he have a hidden move?

"Bajie, Little White Dragon, how's the situation?" Tang Luo asked directly.

The battle on the pilgrimage quartet's side was still ongoing when the fighting broke out here — the Great Sun Hall and the Red Lotus Society were still pouring in manpower.

But that was a war between mortals.

After the two of them moved to suppress it, they went off tracking the departing Red Boy.

"Master, hurry over, feels like something big is about to happen."

Ao Yu swallowed hard and replied with difficulty.

"Moo!"

At this moment, the Ox Demon's voice happened to resound through heaven and earth.