Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 289 - 189: Change a Batch

Only a bald man was left standing by the ruins of the Great Hero Treasure Hall, shaking his wrist and muttering, "A bunch of baldies, asking for a beating!"

Further away, hundreds of thousands of monks who had originally planned to storm the mountain stood frozen in place, then glanced at the Buddha...

The Buddha said, "Disperse, it was all just a misunderstanding."

The monks didn’t ask any further questions and turned to flee, dispersing even faster than they had arrived.

At that moment, the faces of the Buddhas on the scene were full of embarrassment. Discover stories with novelbuddy

The Buddha said, "Ksitigarbha, please take care of the matters below."

...

The underworld...

Black and White Impermanence looked at a group of bald heads in front of them and whispered, "Black, I heard that Mount Spirit was destroyed, looks like it’s true."

Black Impermanence nodded, "Yeah... I think so too."

But soon a person from Ksitigarbha’s team approached them, handed each a packet of Spiritual Medicine, and said, "Thank you for the trouble..."

Black Impermanence naively accepted the medicine, "Don’t worry, I understand, cutting in line... It’s already agreed upon."

The person gave a bitter smile and was about to leave.

Unable to curb his curiosity, Black Impermanence asked, "Brother, your Mount Spirit... really got destroyed?"

The person stumbled and rolled his eyes, "How could that be? Our Mount Spirit is fine! Don’t spread rumors!"

White Impermanence pointed at his tongue and said, "Don’t worry, my mouth is sealed tight, I guarantee it won’t leak out!"

The person finally left, relieved.

Black and White Impermanence looked at each other and muttered, "Seems like the odds are grim."

Just then, Ox-Head and Horse-Face passed by; White Impermanence called out, "Brother Ox, Brother Horse, did you hear? Mount Spirit was destroyed!"

Ox-Head and Horse-Face exclaimed, "Damn, really destroyed? No wonder so many monks suddenly showed up here..."

Not long after, from a distance came the voices.

"Judge Cui, have you heard? Mount Spirit was destroyed!"

"King Yama, have you heard? Mount Spirit was destroyed."

"Lady Mengpo, did you hear? Mount Spirit was destroyed."

"Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, have you heard that Mount Spirit was destroyed?"

"Jade Emperor, the rumors outside claim that Mount Spirit was destroyed. The rumors are detailed, and suddenly a large number of monks are appearing in the underworld to be reincarnated..."

...

Suddenly, the entire Three Realms were abuzz with the rumor.

By the time the news reached Mount Spirit, the Buddha clutched his chest and said, "These gossipers..."

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But that’s a story for another time.

At that very moment, the Buddha waved to the dignitaries atop Mount Spirit.

Various Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and venerables gathered around.

The Buddha said to Tang Sanzang, "I have chosen a date to go to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the teachings, so I can’t teach you…"

"How about this, there are so many people here, pick one you like, and go back with him to cultivate."

No sooner had he spoken than all the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, venerables, and the like shivered, each becoming a portrait of avoidance—staring at their toes, gazing at the ceiling, and fiddling with their fingers, but none dared to make eye contact with Tang Sanzang.

They feared that the monk, by giving them an extra glance, might choose them.

Tang Sanzang looked around and scratched his head, saying, "How come the highest rank is a Bodhisattva? Isn’t there a Buddha to choose from?"

The Buddha Tathagata smiled and said, "The Buddhas each have their duties; they must all be busy, so they did not come.

But it does not matter, it’s only about teaching you some acquired etiquettes, not the profound truth of Dao.

Everyone present here is enlightened, and each is exceptionally proficient in the way of manners; any of them can teach you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Bodhisattvas and Arhats waved their hands repeatedly, "Buddha, you flatter us. This slight cultivation of ours is not even fully grasped by ourselves; how dare we mislead the youth."

"Exactly, exactly..."

"Looking at Monk Tang, one can tell he is exceptionally intelligent; these mundane things, he can grasp just by looking at them."

"Right, right, right..."

Seeing these fellows dishonoring themselves, Tathagata Buddha huffed coldly, "The Asura Clan has been quite restless lately... It is said that the Ancestor of the Nether River is about to appear, and this monk plans to send someone to check the situation."

"Buddha, I think I might be able to teach Monk Tang a bit of what I know."

"I can too!"

"Monk Tang can come with me too, though my place isn’t that nice."

...

Watching this embarrassing display, Buddha Tathagata was also left speechless.

But he understood that if these people were called upon to relieve suffering, save the masses, or lay down their lives for the salvation of humanity, they would not even blink an eye.

However, accompanying the individual before them for an unknown number of years...

That really required some deliberation.

Buddha Tathagata said, "Monk Tang, everyone has stated their position, now it’s up to you to choose."

Tang Sanzang, clearly unaffected by everyone’s prior reactions, merely uttered ’oh’ and then began to look at everyone present. As his gaze touched them, the monks scurried away as if avoiding a plague.

However, Tang Sanzang didn’t mind and kept muttering to himself.

Curious, everyone leaned in to listen, then their faces darkened.

They saw this monk assessing people while muttering, "This one is too old, this one too ugly, this one a bit fat, this one too thin, this one too tall, this one too short... I don’t want this man..."

The Bodhisattvas and Arhats, listening to him pick and choose like he was selecting vegetables in a market, suddenly had faces as black as coal.

Just as they were about to explode, Tang Sanzang suddenly looked up and said, "Buddha, can we switch for a different group? This batch is too ugly."

At these words, the eyes of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats on the scene nearly popped out of their sockets. They glared furiously, thinking inwardly, "This wretched monk, how dare he! He isn’t exactly handsome himself, and yet he complains we’re ugly? And asking for another batch... Does he think this is a brothel?"

Even Buddha Tathagata, driven mad, massaged his brow and said weakly, "Monk Tang, everyone is here, there’s no one else to switch with. Please make your choice quickly."

Tang Sanzang smacked his lips, with a plainly reluctant expression, "Is that so, then I’ll just have to make do and choose someone."

The Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and venerable ones blazed with rage. If not for the thought that they couldn’t overpower the monk, they would have already attacked!

In particular, the Arhat known as Subdue Tiger, who had a short temper, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and roared, "I can’t stand this anymore, I want to fight him one-on-one!"

The Arhat beside him held him tightly, "Subdue Tiger, calm down, calm down..."

"You can’t defeat him, just rest."

...

Tang Sanzang didn’t care and glanced around again, suddenly pointing at the Bodhisattva Guanyin, "Buddha, I’ll just go with old acquaintances instead."

The Bodhisattva Guanyin brought his hands together, smiling as a reminder, "Although I appear as a woman, but... "

Tang Sanzang also rubbed his brow with a helpless look, "Being feminine is fine. Honestly, in this group of either bald or scarred old men, I don’t have very high hopes. I’ll just settle."