Chapter 599: Eat My Old Sun's Staff!

It's probably also a monster arranged by the behind-the-scenes mastermind, but compared to the monsters encountered before, these monkey demons don't have much vicious or bloody aura.

They are not the kind that eat people and create killing karma.

Tang Luo didn't physically liberate them; he simply slapped all these monkey demons into the nearby mountain, and that was it.

When these monkey demons wake up, they won't even be able to see Tang Luo and the others' "exhaust fumes."

Slowing down was just to wait for the Six-Eared Macaque, but unfortunately, the result they got wasn't very satisfying to Tang Luo and the others.

Zhu Bajie, on the other hand, thought this Sun Wukong was just an unlucky Six-Eared Macaque.

Looking at Sun Wukong, his eyes instantly filled with sympathy; he used to always be beaten by the eldest senior brother, and now he's even taking the beating in place of the eldest senior brother.

We're all one of the four awesome monkeys; you've ended up this miserable, and it's the eldest senior brother who's sorry to you.

When you meet him in the future, you can tell the eldest senior brother to let him lose to you once, to satisfy your heart's wish.

Moreover, your luck isn't bad—you met your master, and now your master is backing you up; a group of behind-the-scenes masterminds are lining up to beat you.

Lighthearted and pleasant.

Sun Wukong occasionally turned his head to look at Zhu Bajie, feeling his gaze was strange, his whole body just didn't feel right.

Amid this unease, Tang Luo and the others kept speeding up, advancing triumphantly all the way.

All the blocking monsters were no match—either mentally liberated or physically liberated; the few ignorant monsters, like those monkey demons, were slammed into the mountain and knocked unconscious for three days and three nights.

When they woke up, the yellow flowers were already completely cold.

Not to mention Tang Sanzang's flesh, even the dust kicked up by Tang Sanzang's white horse was nowhere to be seen again.

All the way westward, Tang Luo and the others haven't encountered any behind-the-scenes masterminds anymore; some seemingly but not actually calamities are also not the "true self" making a move.

For example, Lion-Tusk Ridge—upon entering its territory, there are vengeful spirits everywhere, and the killing intent rushes to the heavens.

In terms of "grandeur," it might be somewhat lacking, but in terms of bloody intensity, it still surpasses the Lion-Tusk Ridge of the Mountain-Sea Realm.

Tang Luo originally thought he might see the Great Peng and the White Elephant demons.

But unexpectedly, in the end, he encountered an old tiger demon, a leopard demon, and a lion demon; he also didn't know how these three monsters ended up together.

Zhu Wuneng and Sun Wukong joined forces, and with the strongest assistance from Tang Luo's help, they slew the three demons and destroyed Lion-Tusk Ridge.

They destroyed a human hell.

This counts as the biggest hard battle in the subsequent westward journey; the remaining battles, Tang Luo's assistance isn't really needed.

Basically, Sun Wukong and Zhu Wuneng can handle it themselves.

The westward journey went very smoothly, Sun Wukong's momentum was also very high, and his fighting spirit was blazing.

Zhu Wuneng also began to anticipate: when those behind-the-scenes masterminds see these pawns of theirs rebelling, what expression of bewilderment and surprise will they show?

Even if they die in the end, being able to see such an expression would be worth it.

Zhu Wuneng's demand is slightly lower than Sun Wukong's; Sun Wukong's demand is at least to tear off a piece of flesh and bite it.

Of course, Tang Luo's demand is to blast the dog heads of all behind-the-scenes masterminds, not letting a single one go.

"I don't like this place."

Walking in the so-called Buddha's Land, Sun Wukong's face is full of impatience.

Tang Luo has already dismounted, pretending to be devout as he walks on foot toward the distant Ling Mountain.

With Ling Mountain as the center, spreading outward in all directions, everything is Buddha's Land.

Compared to the Mountain-Sea Realm, where every household practices goodness and every family observes vegetarianism,

the people of Buddha's Land are even more exaggerated—every day, besides labor, they chant sutras and recite the Buddha's name, devout to the extreme.

Ordinary believers are no longer enough to describe them; using "fanatical believers" is more fitting.

This atmosphere makes Sun Wukong very uncomfortable; he feels like he's in a huge cage, or even a farm.

The people of Buddha's Land, for the sake of the Buddhist sect, have given everything; almost all are emaciated and pale, with exhausted yet fanatical expressions.

Not only does their labor yield only enough food to guarantee they won't starve, but they also chant sutras and recite the Buddha's day and night.

The former supports ordinary mortal monks; the latter supports the gods and buddhas on Ling Mountain.

Under this shared exploitation, the lifespan of Buddha's Land people is much shorter……but it's not without a single benefit: at least living in Buddha's Land means they won't get sick.

They will only feel at a certain time that their lifespan is ending, and they pass away peacefully.

This time could be in their thirties, forties, or even just their twenties.

Tang Luo and the others, as monks, came rushing in dust and wind; along the way, whenever they met people, they would invite them to stay a few days, offering the best hospitality.

Even after being hosted once, they themselves estimate they'll go hungry for several days.

On the contrary, the temple monks they encountered were extremely exclusive toward these foreign monks like Tang Luo, not even allowing them to register for a temporary stay.

One by one, these fat, oily monks wouldn't even give a mouthful of their vegetarian meal.

It can be seen that the competition between monk temples is fierce—just short of drawing their precept knives and eyebrow-level staffs to "hack" at each other.

Tang Luo didn't waste time and energy on these heretical monks.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact; when the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?

Once he overturns this Ling Mountain, this group of heretical monks will naturally also suffer terrible misfortune.

"Master, this Great Thunder Sound Temple looks quite impressive." Zhu Bajie said, "It doesn't feel like it was created by a group of monsters; if Huang Mei hadn't died, I'd still think he was behind this."

Before the eyes, the Great Thunder Sound Temple shines with Zen light and auspicious mist, precious pavilions and jeweled thrones, the upper gate named Fang.

On the Hall of Heavenly Kings, rosy light is emitted; before the Hall of Protectors, purple flames spray.

It's not something just any monster can casually create; there must be the handiwork of those profoundly versed in Buddhist law.

Only then can such a "Buddhist land" be built.

"Whatever……" Tang Luo said in a flat tone, strolling leisurely, following the guidance of the little novice monk, heading toward that Great Hero Hall.

Behind him, Sun Wukong's steps were somewhat unsteady; he had finally reached this point.

Those gods and buddhas—what ugly faces will they ultimately show?

"Several senior brothers, you seem a bit nervous?" Suddenly, the little novice monk leading the way stopped and turned around, saying, "No need to be nervous. The World-Honored One has personally designated you as the scripture-fetchers; this is a supreme honor. You will carry the true scriptures away and scatter them throughout the mortal world — this is a great merit. Even in the Mahavira Hall, there will be places for you senior brothers."

His tone even carried a hint of envy, mixed with jealousy hidden very well.

Zhu Wuneng revealed a dry smile.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, looked at that little novice monk, his smile already carrying a few hints of ferocity, startling the little monk.

"Continue leading the way."

Tang Luo spoke in a gentle voice.

The little novice monk spoke no further, leading the several of them to arrive before a magnificent and grand hall, bursts of grand Buddhist chants transmitting from inside.

Two white-robed monks stood before the door, signaling the little novice monk to leave; judging by their appearance, they were quite similar to Ananda and Kasyapa.

The two men wore smiles that were smiles in name only on their faces, drew near, and said: "The holy monk from the Eastern Land has arrived here; what personnel matters do you have to present to us? Quickly hand them over, so we can let you in."

It was demanding a gift first before allowing entry.

Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, flames burning.

The mocking smiles on Ananda and Kasyapa's faces grew even more pronounced: "You monkey, coming to my Great Thunderclap Temple and still so reckless and crude — truly a wicked beast."

"I'll give you a palm strike."

Tang Luo raised his hand and struck a palm; Ananda and Kasyapa, the two venerables, flew backward, crashing into the Mahavira Hall.

The grand Buddhist chants inside stopped, then sounded again.

Sun Wukong took the lead, striding inside with large steps, scanning the surroundings.

All around was a expanse of golden light, carved-dragon giant pillars, one Arhat after another, one Bodhisattva after another.

The most conspicuous, naturally, was in the golden lotus treasure seat up front — a golden-robed, compassionate-eyed, incomparably solemn closed-eye monk.

The Buddha Tathagata!

"You monkey, how are you still so stubborn and unruly?" The "Tathagata" with closed eyes opened them to look at Sun Wukong.

Golden light in his twin pupils fell upon Sun Wukong.

In an instant, Sun Wukong felt an incomparably vast golden figure appear before his eyes.

Making him unable to help but tremble, feel fear, even want to kneel down and kowtow in worship.

His body shook once, a low roar emitting from his mouth.

The Golden-Hooped Rod in Sun Wukong's hand stabbed fiercely into the ground, emitting a shattering sound.

"Flames" ignited on his body; his originally tattered monk's robe transformed under the flames with a sound like surging red magma into a suit of armor.

The Tight-Fillet on his forehead began to tighten bit by bit.

Sun Wukong raised his head, looked at Tathagata, and let out a heaven-shaking furious roar: "Eat my old grandson's staff!"

Without further superfluous words, a battle of life and death commenced!