usatvline Chapter 231 World of Famous Works 20
Chapter 231 World of Famous Works 20
Chapter 231 World of Famous Works 20
Lingji Bodhisattva was cultivating peacefully on Mount Sumeru when a thunderous sound suddenly reached his ears.
"Lingji! Something's happened to the yellow-haired rat!"
He was so startled by the sudden roar that he almost fell off the lotus platform.
He then realized with a start that it was the voice of Buddha.
Lingji kept wondering: There are no great demons around Huangfeng Ridge. Huangmaoshu has a protective magic treasure given by Buddha and dozens of lesser demons following him. He lives like a local tyrant. What could possibly happen to him?
But since the leaders came directly to his home to question him, as the person directly responsible for the security of the yellow-haired rats, he had to give the leaders an explanation.
So he quickly used his supernatural powers to rush to Huangfeng Ridge.
Lingji Bodhisattva stood in mid-air, scanning the area below. After a long while, he couldn't help but hiss.
At this moment, Huangfeng Ridge was completely silent, and the yellow winds that used to howl around the mountains had disappeared without a trace.
There wasn't a single monster in the mountains, not even a trace of demonic energy, let alone any trace of yellow-haired rats.
"Strange, strange!" Bodhisattva Lingji muttered to himself, his doubts growing ever stronger. He tried to calculate with his fingers, but found it all a jumbled mess, unable to discern what had happened to the yellow-haired rat.
Lingji Bodhisattva frowned, landed and entered the cave, and immediately saw the bloodstains on the ground.
"Gurgling..."
Something seemed to be cooking in the stone pot beside him. He waved his hand and lifted the lid, and what he saw was the cooked corpse of a monster. He was immediately horrified.
He did some more calculations with his fingers, and although he couldn't figure out what had happened to the yellow-haired rat, he could tell that its life force was indeed cut off.
The yellow-haired rat is dead!
Who around here could kill him?
Lingji Bodhisattva immediately thought of Sun Wukong, as he was the only one in the vicinity capable of killing the yellow-haired rat.
He immediately began searching for Tang Sanzang and his disciples in the vicinity, but after searching for miles around, he found no trace of them.
Finally, about ten miles away from Gao Village, they met Tang Sanzang and his disciples who were on their way.
This……
Bodhisattva Lingji frowned. How come they only got here now?
Looking at Sun Wukong, who was hovering above Tang Sanzang's head on his somersault cloud, Lingji Bodhisattva couldn't help but mutter: "This place is too far from Huangfeng Ridge. There's no reason for Sun Wukong to run a hundred miles ahead to kill the Yellow-haired Rat."
Who on earth caused him such a huge mess?
How should he explain this to Buddha?
After much thought, Lingji Bodhisattva's gaze suddenly changed, and he looked down at Sun Wukong from his high position.
"Better to die than for me. Regardless of who killed the yellow-haired rat today, from this moment on, it is Sun Wukong who killed him."
However, this matter still needs to be discussed properly with that person, lest the truth be revealed in front of Buddha.
Moreover, with only one less of the eighty-one tribulations on the journey to the West, it's time to resolve them as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Bodhisattva Lingji turned and flew towards the South China Sea.
He sped along and soon arrived at Mount Putuo in the South China Sea.
On Mount Putuo, the purple bamboo forest was lush and green. Bodhisattva Lingji went straight to the Bodhisattva Guanyin's sacred site. As soon as he arrived at the gate, a boy came up to greet him and led him inside.
Guanyin Bodhisattva sat serenely on a lotus throne, her countenance solemn and dignified. Upon seeing Lingji Bodhisattva enter, she nodded slightly in greeting.
Lingji Bodhisattva hurriedly bowed, and then anxiously recounted the events at Huangfeng Ridge to Guanyin in detail.
After listening, Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly and pinched her fingers. Apart from the dead yellow-haired rat, she found nothing else.
How could this be?
Seeing that Guanyin remained silent, Lingji coughed lightly and tentatively asked, "Bodhisattva, do you think it's possible that Sun Wukong did this?"
Guanyin shook her head and said, "It shouldn't be. Not to mention that the master and his disciples are still in Gao Village, which is a hundred miles away from Huangfeng Ridge. As for that monkey, although he is impatient, given his style of doing things, he wouldn't run a hundred miles away to attack the Buddha's spirit pet for no reason."
Lingji looked worried and said, "But this matter must have a result, and the journey to the West has been shortened by one less hardship. How can we explain this to Buddha? The Bodhisattva is in charge of Tang Sanzang's journey to the West. Is there any good way to make amends?"
The implication is that you are the project manager for the pilgrimage project, and a problem has arisen in one part of the process; you need to quickly come up with a solution.
Guanyin Bodhisattva gently stroked the jade vase in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought, and remained silent.
Lingji, unable to contain himself, said, "That Sun Wukong is inherently unruly and has killed people before, so why don't we..."
Guanyin raised her head and gave him a half-smile. She didn't mince words with her colleague and said slowly, "The death of the Yellow-haired Rat is easy to explain. However, because of his death, there is one less tribulation in the eighty-one tribulations. The original plan has been disrupted, and this poor monk is also in a dilemma."
It was your dereliction of duty, Lingji, who failed in his duty of supervision. You can't expect me to solve all the problems you created on your own.
Lingji understood Guanyin's meaning. Since he had come, he was here to resolve the matter completely, so he was not afraid that Guanyin would use this to manipulate him.
He bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Bodhisattva, it was indeed my negligence that caused this calamity. Lingji is willing to make amends. I hope that the Bodhisattva will consider our fellow disciples and work with me to find a proper solution so that our journey to the West will not be hindered."
Guanyin smiled slightly and raised her hand to help Lingji up, saying, "Since we are fellow disciples, there is no need to be so polite."
After hearing Guanyin's demands, which resembled ceding territory and paying reparations, Lingji felt a pang of heartache. His temple was remote, and he didn't have many valuable possessions to begin with; most of his savings over the years had been given to Guanyin.
However, the matter was resolved in the end, and he was able to give an explanation to Buddha. Guanyin also promised to put in a good word for him with Buddha.
Lingji was about to leave with his empty purse when Guanyin suddenly asked him, "Is the magic weapon that Buddha bestowed upon the yellow-haired rat also gone?"
Lingji, puzzled, nodded and replied, "Of course." He hadn't even seen the yellow-haired rat's corpse, so naturally, the magic weapon was gone too.
"Your magic weapon, the Wind-Fixing Pearl, was enchanted by the Buddha. Perhaps we can find some clues through it."
Lingji's eyes lit up. "Yes!"
The yellow-haired rat possessed the glass lamp given to it by the Buddha, which enabled it to cultivate the Samadhi Divine Wind. The Wind-Fixing Pearl can suppress the Samadhi Divine Wind, which is why the Buddha specially arranged for him to watch over the yellow-haired rat.
To prevent the little mouse demon from sneaking off and disappearing without a trace, Buddha specially cast a spell on the Wind-Fixing Pearl so that Lingji could know where the yellow-haired mouse was whenever he wanted to.
It probably served the purpose of... a dog leash.
However, this made it easier for Lingji to find the person who killed the yellow-haired rat, as the person who killed the yellow-haired rat would certainly not let go of a treasure like the glass lamp.
Lingji's teeth itched as he thought of the various unequal treaties he had just signed with Guanyin. He hoped that the monk would find out who had killed the yellow-haired rat and caused him so much trouble, or he would be in for a world of hurt.