Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 390 - 167: Monkey Returns

Monkey took the Plantain Fan, thanked Maitreya for his help, and then turned to walk towards where Tang Monk was, with various Divine Spirits seeing him off.

It was said that Tang Monk was sitting not far from Flame Mountain, looking worriedly into the distance. His eldest disciple had gone there to borrow the legendary Iron Fan from the legendary Fairy Iron Fan.

Shortly after, an earth-shattering noise came from that area, with terrifying aftershocks sweeping across the land. Even from here, the horrors of the great battle were palpable.

It was unknown what kind of Demon Lord this was, so formidable that he was highly concerned about whether his own disciple could return safely.

Moreover, the appearance of the Xiang Jiang's phantom earlier was even more bizarre, and it was unclear where it originated from.

Turning his head with a worried expression, he asked, "Bajie, just how is your elder brother doing, with the Demon Lord being so powerful, can your brother possibly defeat him?"

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However, the usually slick-talking Bajie was now unresponsive, with his mouth tightly shut and continuously shaking his head.

"Second Brother, you have been silent ever since earlier, and you look unwell. Could it be that you've been injured?" Sand Monk also asked with concern, as Bajie's behavior was too abnormal.

Bajie shook his head frantically, a blue hue flashing across his face, which made his appearance even more bizarre and terrifying. He gently pointed to his own belly.

By now, Bajie's belly had already swelled up. His stomach was big to begin with, but now it was outrageously so.

Upon seeing this, Sand Monk exclaimed in shock, "Second Brother, could it be that you've been poisoned!"

The strange condition of Bajie led Sand Monk to think of poisoning. He quickly shook Bajie's body, asking with concern, while his mind raced to recall any possible remedies to alleviate the poison in his brother's body.

As soon as he spoke, Bajie became even more frantic, grabbing his hand and wildly gesturing as if trying to say something.

Seeing this, Sand Monk felt deeply sorrowful. Even in the throes of severe poison, his second brother was still worried about his safety, moving the burly man to the depths of his heart.

Sand Monk firmly grasped Bajie's hand, earnestly saying, "Don't worry, Brother, I will definitely find an antidote."

Just then, a voice came from the distance, "Junior Brother Sha, what antidote are you looking for?" It turned out Monkey was returning with the Plantain Fan.

Upon seeing this, Tang Monk and Sand Monk immediately showed an elated expression, feeling like their backbone had returned.

Without waiting for Monkey to come close, Sand Monk already shouted at the top of his lungs, "Eldest Brother, it's bad, Second Brother has been poisoned!"

Hearing this, Monkey was surprised and quickly stepped forward to see Bajie with a blue face and an exaggeratedly swollen belly.

He chuckled and said, "Silly, everyone has left, no need to hide anymore!"

Upon hearing this, a happy smile appeared on Bajie's face. He gently opened his mouth, and a pale blue breath sprayed out from it.

In an instant, the surroundings were enveloped in mist, as if a large river's phantom appeared here, and even Tang Monk could clearly sense the changes around them.

As soon as this breath released, Bajie's belly visibly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bizarre blue color on his face completely disappeared without a trace.

He sighed with relief and said, "It finally left, if it hadn't, I would have suffocated!"

After he finished speaking, Bajie collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air heavily; the hardship he endured was more than apparent.

Monkey chuckled and said, "Earlier you so confidently claimed to have a clever plan and insisted we needn't worry, and this was your great idea?"

Grasping the dispersing rules in his hand, Bajie examined it closely, then said with satisfaction, "Though crude, it's effective indeed. Haven't you seen how many powerful beings failed to detect the whereabouts of this rule? Only my belly has such capability."

After saying this, he even patted his belly gently, wearing a look of pride, which made Monkey burst out laughing.

Sand Monk stared intently at the Rules in Bajie's hand, his heart stirring like tumultuous waves. After a while, he stuttered, "Senior brothers, could it be the legendary Rules of Water in Second Brother's hands?"

Although what was in Bajie's hands seemed similar to the legendary Rules of Water, Sand Monk still couldn't believe it.

It was common knowledge that since the fall of the Innate Divine Spirits and the perfection of the Heavenly Dao, no rules had manifested in the world anymore.

Bajie, satisfied, examined the Rules in his hands and laughed heartily, "Of course it is; otherwise, all my suffering would have been in vain. Alas, this is only one-sixth of it."

At this point, Bajie shook his head somewhat regretfully.

Monkey mocked with a laugh, "Be content. You didn't see what Patriarch of the Nether River turned into for these rules. You got one without any fuss, which is a stroke of luck. Had it been all the rules, you'd likely have ended up a Lost Soul under Patriarch of the Nether River's sword, without the freedom you have now."

Bajie also laughed sheepishly in response, "I was just thinking about it, I'm well aware that it was hard to obtain."

Sand Monk was utterly confused, "Wasn't our eldest brother supposed to borrow the Plantain Fan from Fairy Iron Fan? How did he end up involving Patriarch of the Nether River?"

He had heard of Patriarch of the Nether River, a well-known figure in the three realms, not some random Demon or specter from the roadside.

"Brother, what does this have to do with Patriarch of the Nether River?" he asked, puzzled.

Seeing this, Monkey explained the recent events in detail. As he unfolded the story, their eyes sparkled with excitement, for they had never expected so much to transpire in such a short time—a myriad of powerful beings taking the stage one after the other, enacting such splendid scenes in this confined cosmos.

"Demon Lord!" Sand Monk murmured to himself, memories of past tribulations flooding his mind, filled with vengeance. That feeling of being toyed with was unforgettable for life.

Tang Monk murmured a Buddhist chant, "I have read about him in the Buddhist Scriptures, how he came to obstruct Buddha Ancestor's enlightenment and was defeated. He swore to destroy Buddhism, never did I imagine he would appear here."

"Fortunately, we're all safe and sound, and the Plantain Fan was successfully borrowed. Once I extinguish the flames of Flame Mountain, we can continue our journey westward."

Tang Monk also said with a smile, "Amitabha, we have indeed tarried here for quite some time; it's time we continued on our westward journey."

Bajie patted Sand Monk, who was lost in the past, on the shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Sha, now that we have the Rules, we have time to thoroughly comprehend them. Let's not waste this rare opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Sand Monk's face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Second Brother!"

"We're brothers; no need for formalities."

Bajie said generously, but his expression quickly changed.

Sand Monk quickly asked, "Second Brother, what's wrong?"

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