Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 538 - 512 (2.0) Journey to the West_2

The Stone Monkey chuckled inwardly, noting how swiftly the through-armed macaque’s mind worked.

Then he heard the thru-armed macaque say, "Today the sky is clear and the clouds are bright, let’s all go to find the source of this stream. Whomever finds it first shall become the ruler of Flower Fruit Mountain, what do you say?" All the monkeys, fearing they might miss out on the excitement, eagerly agreed in unison.

The through-armed macaque gave the Stone Monkey a sidelong glance and said, "Do you have the guts?"

Though smaller in stature, the Stone Monkey replied with neither arrogance nor humility, "Even if it means ascending to the heavens or descending into the earth, I shall not fear."

The monkeys climbed along the stream which flowed down from a high place, its banks lined with strange and rugged rocks that made climbing quite difficult.

Naturally, the four tall and long-armed elderly monkeys led the way, quickly leaving the younger ones far behind, while the Stone Monkey, unruffled, followed at a leisurely pace with the rest of the troupe.

Ah Fei suddenly leaped out from the group, anxiously saying, "Climb faster, or you’ll surely lose."

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The Stone Monkey smiled and said, "No matter, I cannot lose." If this was indeed Flower Fruit Mountain, then which monkey other than himself would know about the Water Curtain Cave behind the waterfall?

As the Stone Monkey climbed along the stream towards the mountain top, he saw a precipice jutting out like a dragon’s head, stretching toward a waterfall that flowed from the opposite mountain, forming a scene of a Divine Dragon naturally sipping water. The four elderly monkeys stood on this cliff, gesticulating wildly.

The through-armed macaque saw the Stone Monkey finally making it up and immediately revealed a look of disdain, while the other monkeys, being fair-weather friends, mostly gathered behind him.

Unperturbed, the Stone Monkey stepped forward and asked, "Have you found the source of the stream?"

The through-armed macaque said, "The stream below is the water flowing down from this waterfall, which gathers into the stream. I was the first to discover this."

Stone Monkey, looking up at the waterfall, saw that the sky-high jet was more than two yards wide. The water was clear and crystal-like, pouring down swiftly. A roaring sound rose from the valley below, likely due to a deep pool formed by the rapid and year-long beatings. Occasionally, splashes reached their feet on the cliff, creating countless fragments of spray, truly as described in "Journey to the West": Like a strip of white rainbow rising, thousands of feet of snow waves flying...

Stone Monkey then asked the monkeys, "Do you know where the water for this waterfall comes from?"

The monkeys looked on blankly.

The through-armed macaque barked, "Quit your rhetoric; the water from the waterfall naturally comes from the sky, are you suggesting otherwise?"

Stone Monkey glanced indifferently at the through-armed macaque and said, "To know from whence comes the water of the waterfall, one must take a look inside."

What? Go inside the waterfall? The idea astounded the monkeys.

Though the cliff was only about a yard from the waterfall—easily reachable by a dexterous leap of a monkey’s body—the cliff on the opposite side was as smooth as a mirror from the washing of the waterfall, with no handholds for climbing. Should one fall down there, it would surely mean certain death.

Seeing the monkeys stunned by his "ingenious idea," the Stone Monkey struck while the iron was hot, "If I go inside and find the source, will you acknowledge me as king?"

Monkeys are fickle and extremely curious; in no time, many of them cried out, "Yes, we will! We will!"

Noticing that the majority of the monkeys had agreed, the Stone Monkey ignored the four elderly monkeys, thinking to himself that as long as the majority were swayed, the dissenters, few and alone, would not matter in the grand scheme.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, the Stone Monkey looked down to see a deep, bottomless gorge. His heart suddenly thumped, pondering, "Journey oh journey, do not fail me."

Just as he was about to leap, a cry of alarm came from behind. A little monkey had called out in panic, causing him a moment’s distraction. His foot slipped, and down he fell.

A thought flashed through the Stone Monkey’s mind, regretting that he had not become the Beautiful Monkey King, who ruled the "Journey to the West" and achieved enlightenment, and had never even entered the Water Curtain Cave. If "Journey to the West" were compared to a role-playing game, he had essentially died right after clicking "start." And unlike a game, there would likely be no second chances.

Just as the Stone Monkey wallowed in frustration, hatred, confusion, and regret, his body, instead of falling, began to rise; it seemed as if a force within the waterfall was drawing him in!

First Volume Unspeakable Third Chapter The Dao that can be spoken

The Stone Monkey stood on a bridge, still shaken and wondering to himself: Is this bridge an iron plank bridge or the Naihe Bridge?

The sound of rushing water behind him reminded him that he was still alive, in this world of "Journey to the West."

The bridge was three yards long, and with each step the Stone Monkey took, his spirit underwent tremendous shocks!

Dao!

Whose Dao?

With each word etched into his heart!

"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth, the named is the mother of ten thousand things..."

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all beings as straw dogs; Saints are not benevolent, treating the people as straw dogs..."

"The form of formlessness, the image of nothingness..."

In a previous life, the Stone Monkey had read some classics and recognized that the voice was reciting the "Tao Te Ching" by Laozi. Laozi, the Heavenly Venerate, the Supreme Elder Lord! How could his Dao appear here?

The Stone Monkey’s doubts lingered even as the "Tao Te Ching" was fully recited, and it seemed as if his heart had gained something more.

It was a feeling beyond words, ironing out concerns, unreasonably comfortable.

And what was this feeling?

The voice immediately provided the answer, "The ’Tao Te Ching’ in eighty-one chapters adding three thousand aspects of Creation, extraordinary materials are rare, oh so rare, hehe..."

This feeling, was it Creation? The Stone Monkey recalled the use of the word in "Journey to the West," and it seemed it couldn’t be anything bad.

The voice continued without pause, introducing another Dao!

And whose Dao was this time?

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was in the country of Shravasti, residing alone in Jetavana Park. At that time, the World-honored One, with many bhikkhus, stayed in the bamboo grove..."