Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 651 - 652 Little Thunder Sound Temple (Fourth
Chapter 651 -652 Little Thunder Sound Temple (Fourth Update!)
Chapter 651 -652 Little Thunder Sound Temple (Fourth Update!)
Since breaking through to the Heavenly Dao Saint realm, the Jade Emperor’s thoughts had changed. Feeling the formidable strength of the Heavenly Dao Saint and having experienced the imposing might of Sun Wukong’s assault on the Primordial Taiji Da Luo Gold Immortal realm, the Jade Emperor no longer clung to his position as he once did.
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While the lordship of the Heavenly Court appeared infinitely glorious, with the power to control the life and death of all beings within the Three Realms, only the Jade Emperor knew he couldn’t truly manipulate those real powerhouses, who would never allow themselves to be controlled by him.
Instead of clinging to the throne of the Heavenly Court, it would be better to focus his energy on earnestly increasing his cultivation strength!
Cultivation and strength are the real backbone!
As for dealing with Sun Wukong, for handling Flower-Fruit Mountain, the Jade Emperor was in no hurry. Compared to him, Tathagata Buddha and Ran Deng Buddha were even more eager for Sun Wukong’s death. Given the chance, they would not let him slip away; he could not be as foolish as before, charging forward to become a pawn for others!
More than a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Liuer and the others arrived at the Lesser Western Heaven Lesser Thunder Sound Temple. They thought they could complete the scripture-seeking mission and fulfill their virtuous deeds. Each was elated, but Yuan Hong couldn’t help frowning.
He lacked Sun Wukong’s Void-Breaking Divine Eye and could not see through the illusions of the Lesser Thunder Sound Temple. He had been to the Western Heaven Spiritual Mountain, and although there were similarities, there were still differences. What exactly was this place, and why did it resemble the Great Thunder Sound Temple on the Spiritual Mountain so much?
“Master, be careful, this place is not the Spiritual Mountain, there may be deceit!”
Seeing Jiang Liuer, Zhu Bajie, and Sandy Monk’s faces beaming with joy, Yuan Hong still spoke up to caution them.
“This isn’t the Spiritual Mountain?”
Jiang Liuer was startled, “If this is not the Spiritual Mountain, how could there be such a grand and imposing Thunder Sound manifestation?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve been to the Great Thunder Sound Temple on Spiritual Mountain, and it’s indeed different from this place. Besides, considering the distance we’ve traveled, we should still have a long way to go before reaching the Spiritual Mountain. It’d be best to remain cautious!”
Yuan Hong’s words instantly evaporated the excitement of Jiang Liuer and the others. Jiang Liuer’s expression darkened as he looked at the pavilions and temples ahead with hesitation.
“Yuan Hong, our journey is to seek the True Scriptures in Western Heaven and complete the mission for virtue. Even if there are dangers here, we must face them. If we do not complete the eighty-one tribulations, we won’t be able to receive the merit and destiny bestowed by the Heavenly Dao. The Great Saint said this; you should remember, right?”
Jiang Liuer said solemnly. Yuan Hong nodded, “What master said is true. We indeed cannot avoid it, nor should we avoid it! Since that’s the case, let’s face it, but we must be careful not to take it lightly!”
Jiang Liuer and the others nodded, no longer displaying their previous exuberance, and heightened their alertness as they approached the mountain gate. Before long, they reached the gate and saw four large characters—Lesser Thunder Sound Temple.
“How odd, I’ve only ever heard of the Great Thunder Sound Temple on Western Heaven Spiritual Mountain being the source of the Buddhist Sect, never about any Lesser Thunder Sound Temple! What in the world is this Lesser Thunder Sound Temple?”
Zhu Bajie smacked his lips and speculated, “Could it be the practice ground of some Buddha?”
“Regardless of which Buddha it belongs to, now that we are here, we should all go in and pay homage!”
Jiang Liuer said and walked in. Yuan Hong, Zhu Bajie, and Sandy Monk exchanged glances before carefully following him.
“Tang Seng, you have come from the Eastern Land to pay homage to my Buddha, why do you show such neglect?”
As soon as he stepped through the mountain gate, he heard someone calling from the hall inside the second gate. Jiang Liu’er’s heart tightened, and after exchanging a glance with Yuan Hong and a few others, they hurriedly quickened their pace and went in. Passing the second gate, they saw the Great Buddha Hall right in front of them, where the Tathagata Buddha was sitting upright on a lotus platform, surrounded by countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajra bhikkus, all arrayed in order, emitting an auspicious and staggering aura.
“Disciple Tang Xuanzang pays homage to the Ancestral Buddha!”
Jiang Liu’er was startled and hastily knelt down with Zhu Bajie and Sandy Monk to pay their respects. Only Yuan Hong did not bow.
“You are not Tathagata!”
Narrowing his eyes and examining the Tathagata on the throne, Yuan Hong shouted fiercely after a short while, gripping his iron staff tightly, “Who on earth are you, demon, daring to impersonate Tathagata and deceive us? Take this!”
Yuan Hong indeed did not have Sun Wukong’s Void-Breaking Starry Eyes and couldn’t discern the truth of these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall, but he was all too familiar with the aura of Tathagata Buddha. Even if they were to turn to ashes, he would recognize them. The Tathagata before him might look similar, but his spirit and aura were vastly different. At best, he had the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal, how could he compare to the Tathagata Buddha?
Swinging his iron staff, Yuan Hong soared into the sky, aiming at the lotus throne and the imposter Tathagata.
But then, the sound of a “clang” echoed through the air. A golden cymbal descended from the sky, enclosing Yuan Hong within it completely.
Zhu Bajie and Sandy Monk were shocked, and as they stood up to resist, they were overwhelmed by a crowd of monks and Taoists. Outnumbered, they were defeated and captured, including being tightly bound, along with Jiang Liu’er of course.
“Well, this little Thunder Sound Temple is somewhat interesting! But I wonder where that Demon King came from? He even replicated Thunder Sound Temple so accurately!”
Having followed Jiang Liu’er and the others all this time, Sun Wukong saw everything clearly. Although he could use his Void-Breaking Starry Eyes to see through the true and false Buddhas in the hall, he did not know their exact origins. After all, it was the Six-Eared Macaque, not him, who went on the Journey to the West to Seek Scriptures after the incident with the real and fake Beautiful Monkey King. Frankly speaking, he only knew some of the subsequent events through the memories of the previous owner of the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman, which were not entirely clear.
“Never mind, let’s follow them first and see!”
Sun Wukong approached where the golden cymbal was. The Demon King who impersonated Tathagata had already taken Jiang Liu’er and a group of little demons into the back courtyard, leaving Yuan Hong, Zhu Bajie, Sandy Monk, and the White Dragon Horse still in the main hall. He saw the golden cymbal expanding and shrinking, with loud noises from within, as if someone was trying to break free, but could not.
“This really is a fine treasure!”
Sun Wukong’s eyes lit up. This golden cymbal was amazing at trapping people; even Yuan Hong could not escape from it. He certainly couldn’t let this go to waste. After subduing the Demon King, he decided to take the golden cymbal with him to study thoroughly!
“Paang Paang!”
“Yuan Hong, are you alright?”
Knocking on the golden cymbal, Sun Wukong called out to the inside.
“Great Saint? Is that you, Great Saint? That’s great! Great Saint, I don’t know what kind of treasure this golden cymbal is, it fuses seamlessly without a single crack. I’ve tried countless divine skills but just can’t get out. Please lend a hand, Great Saint!”
“Ah well, since I’ve encountered this situation, I suppose I must intervene, lest you go seeking help from someone else!”
With a light sigh, Sun Wukong took out the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, which was a weapon given to him by his main body, derived from the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod.
