Chapter 789

The moment he received the 《Seventy-Two Transformations》, a voice echoed in Sun Wu's mind, as if saying this was destined.

Everything is destined.

The gears of fate began to turn.

Step onto the path that originally belonged to you.

A faint voice kept sounding.

Sun Wu closed his eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and he snapped them open.

He saw a white-haired boy standing to the side, his lips moving slightly—those words were coming from his mouth.

"It's you! You're sick!" Sun Wu leapt backward in shock, causing Bai Gujing inside the sedan chair to cry out in alarm.

"My wife." Sun Wu immediately set down the sedan chair and placed it properly. "Are you alright?"

"Husband——"

Looking at this dog couple showing off their love publicly.

Tang Luo and the others all wore expressions of moral decay and declining virtue.

The "others" referred to Tang Luo, Ao Yu, and Tang Seng.

Zhu Bajie was still sleeping soundly at Gao Lao Zhuang, while Sha Wujing had a water bubble on his head going "poo-lu poo-lu," detached and indifferent, having reached the sage's state.

Gao Cui Lan, however, didn't care at all—she could also manage such public displays of affection.

"Why is it you again?" After calming Bai Gujing, Sun Wu looked toward Tang Luo.

"Wukong, we have a karmic connection as master and disciple." Tang Luo smiled.

"I am not Wukong, nor am I your disciple." Sun Wu emphasized.

"Sigh." Tang Luo sighed, "You're acting like a lovesick fool—now you don't even have a house. Haven't you realized yet?"

Sun Wu stared blankly for a moment before understanding Tang Luo's meaning.

"Also, the talismans you used to save people are still mine—look." Tang Luo casually pulled out a few completed Blood-Healing Talismans.

Sun Wu looked at Tang Seng in surprise.

Tang Seng nodded: "I already said earlier—the talisman for healing your wife was bestowed by an immortal."

"But that's a talisman!" Sun Wu said.

You claim to be a Buddhist disciple—what's the meaning of using a Daoist talisman?

"How could the power of an immortal be guessed by us ordinary mortals?" Tang Seng said this was basic procedure.

"How could divine methods be understood by mortals?"

"……" Sun Wu looked at the 《Seventy-Two Transformations》 in his hand. "Is this also yours?"

Tang Luo shook his head: "No, Wukong, this originally belonged to you."

"Don't force some fate on me!" Sun Wu glared.

"No forcing." Tang Luo smiled, "Look, I've been appealing to emotion and reason, and even your old companions helped you gather and complete it. If it were forced, then this golden hoop would already be on your head."

Saying that, Tang Luo pulled out the golden hoop and swayed it slightly to prove his point.

"……Then should I still thank you?" Sun Wu snorted coldly.

"Just kowtow later." Tang Luo smiled.

Sun Wu threw down the 《Seventy-Two Transformations》, shouldered the sedan chair again, and prepared to leave.

He actually didn't dislike Tang Luo at all—indeed, he didn't know why, but he found this person trustworthy.

But Bai Gujing said Tang Luo was a demon, so he had to consider his wife.

At the same time, Sun Wu inwardly resisted being manipulated.

Thus he left very decisively.

The world is so vast—could he really not find another way to save his wife?

I, Sun Wu, do not believe it!

"Sun Faceless……" Tang Seng tried to stop Sun Wu.

Sun Wu said: "Monk, I respect you as one who has left home—don't force me to fight."

"Fight, fight!" Tang Luo clapped and cheered from the side.

Ao Yu was speechless—is this really the Great Heavenly Demon?

The initially generated image of a mysterious, strange, and powerful figure in his mind was gradually collapsing.

Tang Seng helplessly glanced at Tang Luo.

"Please, withdraw your divine powers—I'm struggling to persuade Sun Wu to go to the Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures."

If you won't help, fine—but why are you causing trouble?

Sun Wu also glared at Tang Luo—if he weren't no match, he would have struck already.

"Zhishen, hit him." Tang Luo said.

"Zhishen?" Tang Seng blinked, "Venerable, my dharma name is Xuanzang……"

"No, your dharma name is Zhishen."

"I am not."

"No, you are."

"……Venerable." Tang Seng wanted to cry but had no tears—surely something was wrong.

How could a Buddhist venerable be like this? Where is the Buddha who once shocked hearts upon appearance?

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, I am the Fighting Victory Buddha—I bestowed your dharma name—why won't you accept it?" Tang Luo instantly soared into the high heavens, his gaze revealing the Profound Gold Indestructible Body.

A golden, semi-transparent form flickered in and out of existence, standing tall between heaven and earth, radiating endless divine might.

Tang Seng immediately bowed: "Your servant, Zhishen."

This is correct, Zhishen, hit him. Tang Luo returned to the ground, pointing at Sun Wu and said.

"Venerable, why is this again?" Tang Seng asked.

"Of course, to let this child experience a societal beating, otherwise how could he progress?" Tang Luo said righteously.

"But I can't beat him." Tang Seng whispered.

He and Sun Wu had sparred before; he, Tang Seng, possessed innate divine strength, capable of uprooting a weeping willow, but Sun Wu's martial arts were superb.

He was still no match for Sun Wu.

"It's fine, if you lose, we still have someone here." Tang Luo pointed at Ao Yu.

As for Sha Wujing, let him keep blowing bubbles; carefree and worry-free is quite good.

"……" Tang Seng felt it was too difficult, he really was too difficult.

Over there, Sun Wu also felt life was so hard.

Angry, he put down the sedan chair, without a word, and charged straight at Tang Luo.

Even if Tang Luo displayed the posture of gods and buddhas, it still couldn't make him feel reverence.

I, Sun Wu, fear nothing!

"Pa-ta……"

The fearless Sun Wu was slapped to the ground.

Tang Luo casually drew a talisman, placing it on Tang Seng: "Alright, you've been enhanced, hurry up."

"……Sun benefactor, pardon my offense." Tang Seng clasped his hands toward Sun Wu, "Ha!"

With a roar, his kasaya almost got torn into tight-fitting clothes by him.

"These two." Ao Yu paused, looking at Tang Luo and asked, "Are you really sure this is Sun Wukong and the monk Xuanzang?"

"Of course." Tang Luo said, "What's wrong, not quite like the ones you knew before?"

Ao Yu nodded.

The Sun Wukong she knew was what kind of "person"? A powerful, violent demon monkey, born handsome and tall.

And Master Xuanzang?

A monk who had endured wind and frost, spoke little, never smiled, stubborn, pedantic, but even Ao Yu had to admit, only such an ordinary person could journey to the Western Heaven to obtain the true scriptures.

These two before her eyes, they were not like that.

"It's fine, people can grow." Tang Luo said.

Ao Yu watched the two people fighting fiercely, is this growth?

Well, at least now Tang Seng is strong and mighty, able to beat five or six of his former selves alone.

The enhanced Tang Seng did not disappoint Tang Luo, soon beating Sun Wu to the ground.

Of course, this also had to do with Sun Wu being slapped by Tang Luo beforehand, his whole body in intense pain.

Confirming Sun Wu had no strength left to fight, Tang Seng withdrew his hands, stood aside, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good."

See, monastics are just this annoying.

After knocking someone to the ground, still have to say "good, good" beside them.

No wonder people call them bald donkeys.

"Zhishen, you've already knocked the person down, don't call it good." Tang Luo educated the undisciplined Buddhist disciple beside him.

"Ah?" Tang Seng was very innocent, he hadn't said "good, good."

His meaning was clearly "sin, sin."

Just as he was about to explain, Tang Luo had already ignored him, walked to Sun Wu's side and squatted down: "Wukong, have you understood?"

"What are you saying?" Sun Wu bared his teeth and grinned.

"Being backward means getting beaten." Tang Luo said, "Weakness is the original sin."

"I understand your unwillingness to be manipulated by others, but you have nothing to rely on. Look, I'm squatting here now, you can't even land a punch on me. This《Seventy-Two Transformations》is your foundation, your reliance to grow stronger; only with this《Seventy-Two Transformations》can you become strong, and only then can you resist."

"Seventy-Two Transformations, will you practice or not?"

Holding the worn-out, aged《Seventy-Two Transformations》, Sun Wu weakly swayed, Tang Luo entered lecture mode.

"The Dharma is boundless. Have you heard your inner voice, it is thirsting, calling."

"Actually, I'm not manipulating you, but returning what originally belonged to you, do you feel it? Your heart is beating."

"Hot blood boiling, power surging, yearning, roaring."

"Come, take this《Seventy-Two Transformations》, grow stronger, restore your former strength, pick up the staff, sweep the universe, make all gods and buddhas vanish in smoke and clouds!"

Sun Wu leapt up, raised his head and let out a long cry.

Clothes, hair moved without wind.

Indeed, he felt deep within his body, latent power surging, roaring.

He felt he could punch a bull to death from afar.

This…… the Fighting Victory Buddha said it correctly, the《Seventy-Two Transformations》truly belongs to him.

Upon hearing this name, the sound echoing in his heart was not entirely from dubbing.

Moreover, the surging power now also indicates this.

Sun Wu clenched his fist, the crossroads of fate lay before him.

Reaching out, Sun Wu took the《Seventy-Two Transformations》, began to flip through it.

Tang Luo satisfiedly stepped back one pace.

"Hey, you just used divine powers, didn't you? I heard it all." As someone who felt the boundlessness of the Dharma, Ao Yu clearly understood why Sun Wu let out that long cry.

"Amitabha, good, good." Tang Luo pressed his palms together, solemn and precious appearance.

You're saying what the poor monk can't understand.

Amitabha Buddha warned.

Ao Yu understood, and kept silent.

Over there, Sun Wu finished reading the Seventy-Two Transformations at an extremely fast speed, and had already entered a state of cultivation where self and object are forgotten.

The aura on his body rose and fell like a tide.

His breathing gradually became one, his body unconsciously shrank, and he floated in mid-air, curled up into a ball.

Like a stone, and more like a fetus.

Golden light gradually emerged, dyeing Sun Wu's black hair with a layer of gold.

"Could it be that the monkey from back then is going to return?" Ao Yu thought silently, focusing and holding his breath.

At this time, Sun Wu already resembled the human form of Sun Wukong from this world by eighty percent.

"Die!"

At this moment, Gao Cuilan, who had been standing silently beside, suddenly had her expression turn ferocious and twisted.

Only hearing her let out a fierce shout, a black blood arrow spurted from her mouth, carrying endless resentment, and shot toward Sun Wu.

This change came extremely suddenly, and Ao Yu had not reacted yet.

The black blood arrow had already arrived before Sun Wu.

Then it was casually shattered by Tang Luo.

As the blood arrow shattered, Gao Cuilan's body aged visibly at a speed visible to the naked eye, collapsing weakly to the ground.

Tang Luo turned around, his face showing no joy or anger: "Why do you bother like this?"

People's hearts are scattered, and the team is hard to lead.