Chapter 62 Tang...Sanzang? Immortal apricots, osmanthus cake? Throw them out and feed them to the dogs!
Nuwa's Heaven.
This sacred place, nestled deep within the netherworld,
There was not a trace of eeriness or ghostly atmosphere.
Instead, the place was filled with a misty, spiritual atmosphere, with exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, babbling springs, and mythical birds and beasts leisurely roaming about.
It is clearly a blessed land that transcends the boundaries of life and death.
The Nuwa Palace, located in the center, is bathed in countless rays of light and auspicious colors.
The palace walls were neither gold nor jade.
Yet it flows with the ever-renewing Daoist spirit.
The eaves are upturned, as if the phantoms of phoenixes are circling and singing.
The plants in the courtyard are all innate spiritual roots that are hard to find in the outside world, absorbing the purest innate spiritual energy.
This made the entire palace,
They were all shrouded in a hazy, ethereal light.
Nuwa leaned against her cloud couch, listening to the soft greetings and concern from her disciple Yang Chan.
His expression relaxed somewhat, a rare occurrence for him.
Take on an apprentice.
It's not entirely useless; at least it can relieve boredom!
Yang Chan carefully observed her master's expression and tentatively asked:
"Master...it's been so long, are you still angry with your senior uncle?"
Both she and Yang Jian had served Lin Feng in the Daoyuan Hall for a long time.
It's alright to call him "Grandmaster" like my brother.
It also makes you feel more approachable.
But with Master Nuwa, the hierarchy cannot be disordered.
He only addresses Lin Feng as Senior Uncle!
"Long?"
Nuwa raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt in her expression.
"Wasn't that just a few days ago?"
Yang Chan blinked, somewhat taken aback.
Rumors of discord between her master and Lin Feng had already circulated throughout the prehistoric world before she was even born.
If we really want to trace it back,
It would probably take hundreds of millions of years... Isn't that a long time?
"how,"
Seeing her expression, Nuwa seemed to have thought of something; her bright face suddenly turned gloomy, and her tone became indifferent.
"Do you think I have a bad temper, or... do you think I'm too old?"
"No, no! How could this disciple dare!"
Yang Chan was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly and quickly changed the subject.
Oh, right!
"When I accompanied my second brother to pay our respects to our senior master, he specifically asked about you!"
"Before leaving, they even asked me to take some spiritual fruits for my master, saying... saying that you used to love eating these the most!"
As he spoke,
She quickly brought out a jade basket brimming with spiritual energy.
Several celestial apricots lay quietly in the basket, each plump and round, their skin shimmering with five-colored celestial light, exuding an aura of Daoist wisdom.
Its fragrance is delightful, and one look is enough to tell that it is the best of the best.
Nuwa's gaze fell upon those fairy apricots.
He paused for a moment.
In a daze,
It was as if I were seeing countless years ago.
The scene of that always smiling young man leading her to plant a fairy apricot seedling in a corner of the newly built Heavenly Court.
I remember the first result,
Only nine.
The two even had a little fight over who got to share the nine fairy apricots...
"snort..."
Nuwa let out a soft hum from her nose.
It seemed like anger and resentment.
But his previously gloomy expression visibly softened.
Even the corners of her mouth curved into a barely perceptible smile.
"At least he still has some conscience, remembering me as a petty and unreasonable woman!"
She reached out and picked up a fairy apricot, the gloom in her eyes seeming to dissipate.
"And there's more!"
Seeing that her expression had softened, Yang Chan pressed her advantage,
"The osmanthus cake made by the Goddess Xi herself uses golden osmanthus from the laurel tree..."
Yang Chan proudly presented an even more exquisite food box.
Opening the lid reveals several translucent pastries adorned with golden osmanthus blossoms, emitting a delightful aroma.
The words "osmanthus cake" caught my ear.
Nuwa's fingers, which were holding the fairy apricot, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
That lingering warmth and gentleness just now...
As if frozen in ice, the clear sky suddenly darkened, and a mountain rain was about to come!
"Smack!"
She threw the apricot in her hand back into the jade basket with such force that the immortal fruit, imbued with Daoist charm, jumped.
"I'm not eating anymore!"
Nuwa's voice was chillingly cold, and her beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost.
"Throw him out—to feed the dogs!"
Startled by this sudden outburst of rage, Yang Chan nearly dropped the jade basket and food box.
"Ah? Master...did I say something wrong?"
She didn't understand at all.
Why did Master react so strongly when "Xi Niangniang" and "Osmanthus Cake" were mentioned?
Nuwa's chest heaved slightly, clearly furious, and she completely ignored Yang Chan's fear.
How could she not be angry?
Back then, when she heard that Lin Feng intended to choose a Daoist partner, how happy and expectant she was!
It was simply a matter of water flowing into a channel.
When Lin Feng arrived with a solemn expression,
She even knew how to subtly express her shyness and how to "reluctantly" agree to the lines.
They had rehearsed it countless times in their minds.
And what was the result?
That bastard actually came to ask her to be his matchmaker!
Please ask this "First Goddess of the Primordial Era" to act as a matchmaker for him with the goddesses Xihe and Changxi of the Taiyin Star!
And they even argued their case with conviction.
They say that the harmony of Yin and Yang is related to the fortune of the Heavenly Court, and that this is a crucial step in consolidating the foundation and attaining sainthood!
She was so angry that she was practically leaping into a rage.
I wish I could tear that seemingly sincere but actually despicable face off!
That's fine.
Later, he used the pretext that "the Heavenly Sage is a trap" to steal her merit for creating humans.
He drove her far away, thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Court and from him.
What terrible things did she do?
To be treated with such disdain by him?!
Past events surged up, and hearing the words "Xi Niangniang" again felt like a knife to her heart.
She strongly suspected that these were the two of them.
Her silent protest as a loser
Tell her to give up as soon as possible?!
But the foundation of the Heavenly Court was built by her, Lin Feng, and her brother Fuxi, bit by bit!
How did they manage to surpass others and reap the benefits without effort?!
"Master, please calm down and take good care of your health..."
Yang Chan was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly stepped forward, massaging his shoulders and patting his back, afraid that her master might get sick from anger.
Nuwa took a few deep breaths, suppressing her turbulent emotions.
She also knew she shouldn't take her anger out on the other person.
"Never mind... This has nothing to do with you, it's not your fault!"
She waved her hand, her tone softening somewhat, but the frown between her brows remained.
Yang Chan was taken aback: "Bald monk?"
Nuwa casually pointed, and the scene of Zhunti, Tang San, and others at Wild Dog Ridge appeared before her eyes.
The cause and effect became clear in an instant.
Upon learning that Ning Rongrong had secretly attacked the underworld officials, they discovered that this whole commotion was caused by her acting without authorization.
Even with her good temper, Yang Chan couldn't help but feel a bit angry.
This girl is such a troublemaker!
"It is my fault for not disciplining you properly, Master! Please punish me!"
Yang Chan quickly apologized.
"It's nothing."
Nuwa waved her hand, but her gaze remained fixed on Zhunti in the picture.
"Let's see what this bald monk is up to first."
"Those two in the West are notorious for not acting without self-interest, and they're always stirring up trouble!"
She suppressed her slight dissatisfaction with Ning Rongrong.
Hearing that Zhunti had come for a remnant soul, he was surprised.
She gently raised her hand, silently calculating.
However, they only obtained some fragmented and vague information about the Great Tribulation, the myriad worlds, the celestial canopy, etc., making it difficult to see the whole picture.
Since we can't figure it out or understand it, then... let's just ruin it for now!
I learned this trick from someone.
Nuwa immediately snorted coldly, her will descending upon the underworld, her voice icy and unquestionable:
"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; the soul returns to the underworld and is reincarnated!"
"Reversing Yin and Yang, disrupting the cycle of reincarnation..."
"Who gave you the guts?!"
The Daoist Zhunti remained calm and respectfully bowed with his palms together.
"This humble Taoist greets Nuwa!"
"I truly pity this child's infatuation and suffering, his pure and sincere heart. Could you please ask Nuwa and the Great Emperor to grant him leniency and clear up this karmic debt?"
Zhu Jiuyin flicked his sleeves, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:
"The cycle of reincarnation is a primordial law, how can it be subject to personal feelings? Zhunti, don't be ungrateful!"
Zhunti sighed softly, seemingly in a difficult position:
"Since the Great Emperor and Nuwa have said so, this humble Taoist will naturally comply."
He suddenly turned his head,
Facing Tang San, who was still struggling with excruciating pain in his soul,
A low shout, as loud as a bell, pierced straight to the soul:
"Tang San! The cause and effect are clear, and the will of Heaven cannot be defied!"
"How long are you going to remain so stubborn?!"
This shout caused Tang San to tremble violently.
A broken soul,
It was also re-coalesced by a powerful force.
The conversation between Nuwa and Zhujiuyin had been quietly transmitted into Zhunti's mind.
"No—! Senior! You promised me you would revive Xiao Wu!!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.
The thought that Xiao Wu could not be resurrected,
Their souls will then be sent into the cycle of reincarnation, where they will never see each other again.
Fear and anger nearly overwhelmed him again.
However, at this moment, Zhunti seemed like a different person; the previous compassion and gentleness were gone from his face.
All that remains is a detached indifference that looks down upon all living beings.
He completely ignored Tang San's roar, and simply pointed at him from a distance—
Buzz!
A very faint, pinkish phantom,
It was forcibly extracted from Tang San's spirit ring.
Floating in mid-air, it was the remaining part of Xiao Wu's soul!
"The cause and effect have been resolved!"
Zhunti's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an irresistible will.
"Tang San, you should... convert to Buddhism!"
"You lied to me! Give Xiaowu back to me!!"
Tang San was pinned to the spot by an invisible force.
He could only roar madly at the remnant soul in mid-air, his eyes bloodshot.
But at that moment,
A strange power invaded his soul along with Zhunti's words.
The madness and struggle in his eyes receded like the tide.
Instead, there was a hollow sense of bewilderment.
Then, it was quickly filled with an eerie "peace".
The anger and contortion on his face gradually subsided, and his hands unconsciously clasped together.
Sizzle—!
His full head of blue hair suddenly broke off and fell away strand by strand, revealing a smooth and shiny top.
Immediately afterwards,
Golden rays of Buddhist light emanated from his body.
The mixture condensed and coalesced, transforming into a simple gray monk's robe, which draped over his body.
"Amitabha..."
"Amitabha..."
Two Buddhist chants escaped Tang San's lips.
The first sound was still somewhat unnatural and indistinct.
The second sound, however, became calm and still, as if all attachments had been let go.
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Zhunti's face:
"good!"
"I hereby bestow upon you the Dharma name: Sanzang!"
Tang San, no, the little monk who was now Sanzang, bowed slightly:
"Tripitaka, thank you for the Buddha Mother's grace!"
It's done!
Zhunti's heart was at peace.
After all that effort, this crucial piece has finally been completely tied to the Buddhist chariot!
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