Chapter 95: Bombarding Mount Ling, Trampling Thunderclap Temple!
Erming, on the contrary, became very playful.
Taking advantage of his speed, he would occasionally poke the heavy armor of the Vajra with his golden cudgel.
Or seize the opportunity.
A blow landed on the giant toe of a certain Vajra.
"Awooo—!"
King Kong roared in pain after being hit on the toe and hopped up on one leg.
My other hand instinctively reached out to cover my feet.
Its massive body immediately lost its balance and crashed to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Another Vajra tried to help, but Erming took the opportunity to trip him up.
The two enormous creatures rolled around in a heap, looking quite disheveled.
"Hahaha! Nothing special! Nothing special!"
Erming, riding on the dragon horse, laughed so hard he almost fell over.
Having had his fill of teasing the gatekeeper...
Erming looked up at the heights of Lingshan Mountain.
The most magnificent central hall, where the Buddhist light is most intense.
"Since you won't let me in, then Grandpa Ape will fight my way in myself!"
He spurred his horse, and the dragon-horse neighed loudly, no longer entangled with the Vajra at the gate.
It transformed into a golden stream of light.
They rushed straight toward the most majestic and golden Leiyin Temple atop Mount Ling!
Along the way, they inevitably encountered other guardian deities, arhats, and monks who would try to stop them.
But these people were easily taken down by Erming with a single blow each.
Either they simply can't keep up with Ryoma's speed,
They could only watch helplessly as that arrogant black figure appeared.
Sparks and lightning streaked along the way as they charged headlong into the core area!
"Tang San! Get out here right now—!"
"Tang San, give me back my Xiao Wu! You lecherous thief who abducted a woman, get out here right now!"
Inside the Great Thunder Temple.
The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and auspicious clouds abound.
Maitreya Buddha sits serenely on the central lotus platform.
She was fiddling with prayer beads, her face round and usually all smiles, but now the usual smile on her lips seemed somewhat forced.
It even faintly gives the impression of toothache.
The reason is nothing more than...
The increasingly loud and piercing cries and roars of monkeys outside the hall...
It really ruined the solemn and dignified atmosphere.
Originally, the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, should have been sitting here to preside over the opening of this grand Journey to the West drama.
But when the time came,
Although those two were usually quite cunning and shameless, when it came to actually getting involved themselves...
When you can only watch as a wild monkey comes to your door and humiliates you, and you have to play along...
But no one could bring themselves to back down from that pride.
Thus, this "glorious and arduous" task fell to Maitreya.
At this moment, as the sounds of the outside world getting closer and closer came,
The shouting and fighting grew increasingly arrogant.
Maitreya Buddha asked the question knowing the answer already:
"Who is making such a racket outside the hall?"
A Dharma protector hurriedly stepped forward to report:
"Reporting to Buddha, it is a black-haired demon monkey who descended to the mortal realm, and it keeps saying..."
They say the monk Tang Sanzang stole his... wife.
They are currently making a scene and causing a ruckus outside the mountain gate.
They've already injured many Dharma protectors and exorcists, and are heading straight for the Great Thunderclap Temple!
"Hmph! How can a wild monkey be allowed to run rampant in this sacred Buddhist sanctuary?"
"Buddha! Send us to capture this arrogant and ignorant monkey!"
Inside the hall, all the Vajras and Arhats were already disturbed by the commotion outside.
At this moment, Maitreya spoke.
They were filled with righteous indignation and volunteered to help.
This is a great opportunity to impress the Buddha!
Maitreya Buddha smiled, raised his hand and pressed down, and an invisible force instantly silenced the agitated crowd.
He summoned all the prominent disciples and bodhisattvas from Mount Ling to the Great Thunderclap Temple to "listen to the sutras".
Firstly, it's to create an opportunity for the monkey; how could we possibly let them actually make a move?
The next step was to keep an eye on these guys.
To prevent any reckless fool from acting rashly.
They ran out to vanquish demons and monsters.
They broke that monkey's head and ruined the sage's plan!
Where is the Tang Sanzang Master now?
Maitreya then asked a question.
The Moonlight Bodhisattva, who stood to one side, replied with her palms together:
"Reporting to the Buddha, the Tripitaka Master has returned to Mount Sumeru for quiet meditation."
"Go quickly and summon him for questioning," Maitreya ordered.
The Moonlight Bodhisattva accepted the order and transformed into a ray of clear light before departing.
"Although the demon monkey had its reasons, it was not a justification for it to wantonly disturb the tranquility of Mount Ling."
Maitreya looked at His Highness.
"The two Arhats, Subduing the Dragon and Taming the Tiger."
"Disciple is here!"
The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, stepped forward from the crowd.
"Then you two will lead the men to 'invite' that demon monkey to the Great Thunderclap Temple for questioning."
Remember, do not harm him; simply bring him along.
Maitreya deliberately emphasized the word "please".
"I will obey the Buddha's decree!"
Jianglong and Fuhu bowed and accepted the order, then turned and left the Great Thunder Temple, followed by fifteen Arhats.
Having received hints, the two of them naturally knew what to do.
Just outside the palace gate,
The Arhat who Subdued the Dragon then transmitted his divine sense to the other Arhats, saying:
"Fellow disciples, when dealing with that monkey demon, try to hold back as much as possible. Focus on trapping, blocking, and luring him in. Don't use excessive force. It would be best... to let him in!"
"Huh? Why is that?" the Cloth Bag Arhat asked, puzzled.
"This was a secret instruction from the two religious leaders and Maitreya Buddha."
"The Arhat who Subdues Dragons said in a low voice."
"This monkey demon may seem like just a minor immortal, but he is a key pawn in the grand scheme of the future rise and fall of our Buddhist sect. All we need to do is cooperate and play our part well."
"A mystical immortal...is it related to the rise and fall of Buddhism?"
The Ear-Picking Arhat scratched his ear, finding it hard to understand.
"The two sages are playing a grand game of chess. Although this monkey is weak, it has the wonderful ability to use four ounces to move a thousand pounds."
The Arhat Subduing Tiger added in a deep voice,
"We will act in accordance with orders and must not cause any unforeseen complications!"
The Arhats exchanged glances. Although they still had doubts, they understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded in agreement.
Just then,
The Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned, noticing the discrepancy in the number of people: "Hmm? Where is the Gatekeeper Arhat?"
The Joyful Arhat touched his bald head and chuckled awkwardly:
"This... the gatekeeper brother... perhaps he was too engrossed in the Buddha's sermon and hasn't woken up yet?"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon was speechless for a moment, and was about to say a few more words...
"call out--!!!"
A cannonball, formed from highly compressed magical energy, radiating blinding golden light.
It shot towards us with a whoosh from around the corner of the mountain road.
Heading straight for the face of the Arhat Subduing Dragon!
The Arhat Subduing Dragon instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the cannonball.
Slightly cool to the touch.
He squeezed it, wondering what it was...
The next second,
He suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed instantly!
"ah--!!!"
An extremely exaggerated, and utterly agonizing scream erupted from the mouth of the Arhat Subduing Dragon!
He was sent flying backwards for over ten feet, as if struck by a prehistoric beast.
He rolled around on the ground twice, clutching his chest, his face full of "pain".
"Huh?"
Erming rode his dragon horse and emerged from around the corner.
He also carried a metal cannon barrel as thick as a water bucket on his shoulder, with wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle.
He scratched his head in confusion.
"Why is there a delay in my shell?"
The other Arhats, seeing the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's "exquisite" acting skills,
He was taken aback at first.
Then I saw the wink he sent over the express mail.
I understood it instantly...
The play has begun!
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