Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 437 - 436: Did Bodhi Die Because of Wukong? Quasi-Saints Stirring Up Trouble [Second Update]
The Golden Cicada wasn’t angry and said, "Wukong, have you forgotten that I taught you to be kind when communicating with others?"
"This is not the attitude you should have when speaking to your master."
His face always carried a faint smile.
He seemed kind and compassionate, like a revered elder.
But Sun Wukong could hear a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Stop flattering yourself; you’re not fit to be my master."
Sun Wukong exuded dominance, even if facing a Buddha whose scriptures spread across the seas and disciples numbered countless.
Yet Sun Wukong responded with just three words: unworthy.
This was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the revealer of Heaven and Underworld.
Unbridled and rebellious.
Just like the old days!
"Hehe..."
Perhaps due to his elevated status, the Golden Cicada appeared exceptionally indifferent, facing Sun Wukong’s repeated disrespect without anger, merely smiling sardonically:
"Even if this humble monk is unworthy."
"But what of it?"
"The fact is, this humble monk still lives, while the Three Star Cave has long become dust of history."
These words caused Sun Wukong to clench his fists: "Do you know what happened to my master?"
During the Journey to the West Calamity, many disappeared.
Aside from the well-known Three Pristine Ancestors.
Sun Wukong’s mentor back then, the Bodhi Ancestor of the Spirit Platform Square Inch, Three Star Cave, also vanished without a trace.
After the incident of the True and False Monkey King.
Sun Wukong wandered the human world for a century, fortunate to inhabit the body of a weak macaque.
He spent a long time.
Visiting the former Spirit Platform Square Inch.
But it had long turned into ruins, the Bodhi Tree outside the Three Star Cave, and the Bright Mirror Platform were no longer there.
Some said.
The old immortal on the mountain who practiced both Buddhist and Daoist ways was also a person destined for a calamity from the last cycle.
And one of the earliest to fall.
But Sun Wukong refused to believe that the Bodhi Ancestor had died!
"Do you not already know what happened to him?" The Golden Cicada’s smile bore some deeper meaning.
Sun Wukong’s eyes narrowed slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
The Golden Cicada smiled lightly, as if uncaring, and said: "Nothing much, just wanted to impart a principle to you."
"Life and death, the cycle never ends."
"Where there is life, there will be death."
"Why do you think, as one of the principal figures of the Journey to the West, you are still standing here?"
His lips curled in mockery.
In a few words.
He left Sun Wukong dumbfounded.
"What... What do you mean?"
"Could it be... could it be that Master... he?"
Sun Wukong’s eyes widened, his pupils slightly unfocused. He found it hard to accept, his voice trembling.
Seeing the moment had arrived, the Golden Cicada’s smile finally faded, replaced by extreme sarcasm and a thundering reproach.
"That’s right, your master is dead!"
"He died in place of you, this rebellious disciple who causes trouble!"
"If you hadn’t gone to the Spirit Platform Square Inch, how could he have been entangled in your immense karma, and how could he have taken on the Celestial Dao Tribulation for you?!
"The root cause of it all is you!"
"You killed Bodhi!"
"Do you understand now?"
The voice of the Golden Cicada was like thunder, shaking the starry sky, every word like a drumbeat striking Sun Wukong’s heart.
His face turned pale, and he staggered back repeatedly, the knot in his heart difficult to express, finally unable to hold back, spitting out a large mouthful of vital blood!
Lin Heng, who had fled to the distance, witnessed this scene, his face changed dramatically, hurriedly shouting in a voice as loud as a bell:
"Sun Wukong, wake up quickly, don’t let him disturb your Dao heart!"
However, the Golden Cicada flapped its wings, and the sharp sound filled the battlefield, preventing Lin Heng’s voice from getting through.
It instead attracted the attention of the Golden Cicada.
But the Golden Cicada was currently not in the mood to deal with the distant Lin Heng. While chanting the strange Brahma Sound, he cast a glance at the Great Ming King Peacock.
"Now, strike!"
The Great Ming King Peacock had long been prepared; five plumes rose like heavenly pillars, the Five-Colored Divine Light erupted, making the starlit night sky resplendent.
The divine light poured down, crashing toward Sun Wukong.
And Sun Wukong seemed to have lost connection with the outside world.
He clutched his head, surrounded by the Brahma Sound.
Just like the Tightening Spell back on his head.
Whatever illusion Sun Wukong had fallen into, his face was full of regret, tears streaming, the previous surge of battle intent dissipated, now he seemed utterly dazed.
He was muttering incessantly.
"Unfilial disciple, unfilial disciple!"
"It’s the disciple who killed the master, it’s the disciple who killed the master!"
"Damn it!" Seeing this situation, Lin Heng couldn’t care about much else, riding the Somersault Cloud, summoning the Plantain Fan to rush into the battlefield to awaken Sun Wukong.
Unexpectedly, before he could lend a hand for rescue.
A bell rang out from thousands of miles away.
Clang!
This sound was loud, resonating across the Thirty Layered Heavens, shaking the Universe.
Silencing all sounds in the world.
The Golden Cicada’s wing flapping and the strange Brahma Sound were also dispelled by the bell.
Sun Wukong’s mind instantly cleared.
But the Five-Colored Divine Light had already descended, he hastily raised his arms to block, ultimately it was too hasty.
His entire being was sent flying.
A vast arm flowing with lava was severed by the Five-Colored Divine Light.
Falling from the Twenty-Seventh Heaven.
Like the collapse of a heavenly pillar.
With a loud crash, it plunged into a sea.
The boiling quasi-saint blood instantly turned the sea into a stream of lava.
Startling the world!
The Great Ming King Peacock seized this opportunity and brushed out the Five-Colored Divine Light once more.
Lin Heng, who hurriedly arrived at the edge of the battlefield, hastily waved the Plantain Fan, spraying out Samadhi True Fire, intending to extinguish the Five-Colored Divine Light ahead, as before with the heavenly pillar light.
However, the light before was cast by the Great Ming King Peacock from thousands of miles away.
Its power.
How could it compare to the Five-Colored Divine Light she personally unleashed at this moment?
The sky-filled Samadhi True Fire was unable to stop the outpouring of the Five-Colored Divine Light, almost instantly swept away completely.
The divine light descended upon the unresponsive Sun Wukong.
At the critical moment.
A golden celestial gate surprisingly descended from the sky.
With a clang!
The divine light hit the celestial gate.
The celestial gate vanished.
But the force of the divine light became completely exhausted.
Sun Wukong steadied his breath, lifting a fist as large as a star, finally extinguishing the divine light.
Though it seemed complicated, it was, in fact, breathtakingly swift, all occurring within an instant.
Sun Wukong finally regained his composure, his gaze toward the Golden Cicada turning exceptionally icy.
"You treacherous bald monk, you truly are as sinister as ever!"
He cursed loudly, echoing across the universe.
From beginning to end, the Golden Cicada who had portrayed a detached demeanor, now bore a solemn expression.
But not due to Sun Wukong’s fiery rebuke.
The Golden Cicada cast a piercing gaze toward the northern direction, as the bell’s sound had originated from the north.
"The Demon Race, Donghuang Bell?"
The Golden Cicada gritted his teeth slightly.
The Great Ming King Peacock, furious, surveyed the heavens and the earth, bellowing:
"Who dares to obstruct, why do you not show yourself?"
