This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 529 Buddha, Having seen the holy monk, why not bow?

[What Nine-Headed Insect? Just another nobody. You should be glad that Erlang Shen could beat you.]

【You lot are worthy of reciting poetry? Oh, you little apricot do have some looks, bah, you have some taste, knowing that this humble monk is a master of both poetry and painting】

"The Future Buddha is very kind. I've been eyeing this tree branch staff for a long time. Don't worry, Yellow Eyebrows, I won't make things difficult for him since I've received his favor. In truth, we're all family; he should even call me Uncle."

[What a huge red-phosphorus python! Monkey head! Quickly bring out my barbecue grill!]

[I said the God of Pure Love hates minotaurs the most, and you, golden-haired lion, have truly enraged this humble monk. Today, I'm determined to castrate you. What, you're female? Monkeys, you all go outside and guard her. This humble monk will personally verify her true identity... Oh, Guanyin, what brings you here?]

[You pig-headed monk, drink all the bathwater from the Cleansing Spring! You monkey-headed monk, destroy the Spider Cave! This humble monk will go and fetch that giant centipede to make wine.]

【Buddha, now that you have seen the holy monk, why do you not bow? If you do not explain yourself clearly today, do not expect this humble monk to spare your uncle.】

【Today, this humble monk is going to eat a whole roasted lamb. You old man of the South Pole, where is your mount? How dare you point at a lamb and call it a deer in front of this humble monk! What lamb? This is mine!】

"What Black Pine Forest? What Bottomless Cave? Is this a place for a humble monk? Monkey, go and kill that rat. So what if she has someone backing her? Can they be more powerful than this humble monk?"

What does the destruction of the Dharma have to do with this humble monk? This humble monk is a good practitioner of the Tao.

The leopard-shaped pastry didn't taste very good; the texture was a bit off.

[Your Majesty, this humble monk has only one question for you: Will it rain today or not?]

The journey was smooth and uneventful until they arrived at Yuhua Prefecture, which was under the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Tianzhu.

Although it's called a state, it's actually a small country with an independent government, a high degree of autonomy, and its own tax system.

The three princes, with their discerning eyes, recognized the potential of the young monk. After glancing at the handsome young monk and then at the three disciples with their ferocious expressions, they decisively set aside the mascot and begged the three holy monks to accept them as disciples.

Foreign monks are better at chanting scriptures, and the moon is brighter outside. It would be wonderful to learn superior martial arts from the three holy monks.

The three princes were blind to the truth, which startled Sun Wukong and his two brothers. Even if they had the greatest courage, they wouldn't dare to show off in front of the holy monk!

Seeing that the holy monk didn't care at all and even started to doze off, Sun Wukong knew that his master had probably gone to repay a favor again.

Which one exactly...?

Because there were too many options in this multiple-choice question, and the holy monk particularly liked to have them all, Sun Wukong couldn't guess the answer.

Some time ago, Sun Wukong was so frustrated by the difficulty of the Little Thunder Temple dungeon that he begged all the gods in the heavens to let him pass through, until he finally reached the dojo of the True Martial Emperor and the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Ancestor.

Upon entering the office, I glanced up and noticed two secretaries sitting on my desk.

It's really puzzling. Is it a legitimate unit of measurement?
Seeing the true appearance of the Zhenwu Emperor, all doubts vanished. If it is this face, then the style of the secretary on the desk is quite accurate.

Besides, these two secretaries weren't just randomly chosen; one was black and the other white, giving them a sense of yin and yang intertwining, which perfectly matches the image of the Xuanwu Emperor stepping on a tortoise and snake.

No problem, that's exactly it, and Sun Wukong won't accept any rebuttal!

Sun Wukong adopted a wait-and-see attitude towards the Holy Monk being merely the True Martial Emperor. It wasn't that the True Martial Emperor was incompetent; the prestige of the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Ancestor was beyond question. The key issue was that the Holy Monk was too much; being the True Martial Emperor would only be a disservice to the Holy Monk's sacred status.

Great supernatural beings all have multiple incarnations. Zhenwu the Great is definitely not the final form of the Holy Monk; there will be several more transformations beyond that.

Sun Wukong's current view of Xiang Yuan is like Xiang Yuan's view of Frieza back then. The fog is thick and unclear, making him feel that the Heavenly Court is very deep. The fact that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was able to grasp it back then means that Buddha must have poured a lot of money into it.

Laozi falls headfirst, the Jade Emperor crawls under a table, and there are several transformations of holy monks hiding behind pillars...

How much did Buddha actually spend?
Sun Wukong felt immense pressure just thinking about it. So much money had been spent on this bizarre journey to the West, and the Buddha couldn't do anything to the holy monk. In the end, he would definitely use him as a punching bag.

The Five Finger Mountain was gone, but another mountain appeared, pressing down on Sun Wukong's head. The closer he got to the Western Paradise, the more anxious he became.

The pilgrimage group stayed in Yuhua Prefecture for a period of time because they were taking on disciples and teaching martial arts. Just like life, a good start doesn't always have a good process. During the weapon forging process, the Golden Cudgel, the Nine-Toothed Rake, and the Demon-Subduing Staff were all stolen at the same time.

Sun Wukong is the ancestor of all monkey thieves. He is the only one who steals people. He has never been stolen from. When he learned that a yellow lion spirit lived in the Tiger Mouth Cave on Leopard Head Mountain north of Yuhua Prefecture, he was the most suspicious. He immediately sent two of his junior brothers to confront him.

The holy monk had his own means of subduing demons and monsters, so he didn't leave anyone to protect him.

The reason it's a theory, rather than the usual vandalism, is also the holy monk's intention. According to King Yuhua, although the Yellow Lion Demon lives next door, he has never caused trouble or harmed any living beings.

The little demon's daily food consists of chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, and other poultry that he buys every year from down the mountain. He raises them and eats them himself, living a self-sufficient life. The little demon under his lap is quite adept at business in the marketplace.

Since it's not some evil monster, and monks are compassionate, they shouldn't smash the entrance to the cave.

Of course, stealing is wrong, especially valuable items like the Golden Cudgel, the Nine-Toothed Rake, and the Demon-Subduing Staff, which are worth a huge sum of money. Even if you don't take them to the authorities, you should at least give them a good beating to teach them a lesson.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong and his two brothers found the Tiger's Mouth Cave on Leopard Head Mountain. At first, the Yellow Lion Demon denied it and tried to make excuses. But when caught red-handed, he became enraged and charged at Sun Wukong with a roar.

The Yellow Lion Demon was of average skill and was far from being a match for Sun Wukong. Even with two burdens by his side, he simply couldn't defeat him.

Sun Wukong strictly adhered to the rules set by Xiang Yuan, and did not kill the Yellow Lion Demon. He only beat the thief to death by three-quarters, and then took the lost weapon and left with his two junior brothers.

"I thought it was something special, just some ordinary stuff."

"Not even worth a single monkey hair of the eldest brother."

"Second Brother Pig, Monkey Hair's crime doesn't warrant this!"

The kind of holy monk arouses the kind of gang he leads. The three brothers lived in the shadow of the holy monk, and naturally grew up to be more and more crooked.

When Xiang Yuan was around, only Sun Wukong could flatter him. After he finished, it was Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing's turn. When Xiang Yuan was not around, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing flattered their senior brother together, while also teasing each other and pretending that the two junior brothers were not on good terms.

The office is like this: when Sun Wukong arrives at Mount Ling, he won't need an internship; he can just get an office from Buddha and start working immediately.

The three brothers strode away, leaving behind the grumbling Yellow Lion Spirit. Hearing the jeers, he flew into a rage, and seeing the little demons' 'Your Majesty is no good' looks in his eyes, he became even angrier.

In a fit of anger, he went straight to the Nine-Bend Cave of Bamboo Mountain to cry to his ancestor, the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint.

The Yellow Lion Spirit didn't quite know which kind of great demon Nine-Headed Lion was, only that this grandfather seemed low-key, but in reality, he had connections to the heavens.

Some time ago, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Bull Demon King, went to a banquet at the Nine-Bend Cave. He was drinking with him when the Nine-Headed Lion King raised his cup. The Bull Demon King was so shocked that he stood up straight and said that it was not allowed.

The Bull Demon King held the wine cup low all the way down, only daring to drink from it when it touched the ground.

The Yellow Lion Demon saw it clearly: every time the cup was raised, the Ancestor would only take a small sip, while the Bull Demon King would drink it all without saying a word.

The Bull Demon King, emboldened by the alcohol, wanted to become sworn brothers with the Ancestor and called him "brother." The Ancestor just smiled and didn't say anything.

The two sides were not even in the same league; the underworld boss was nothing compared to the old man.

My grandpa is so strong, what's wrong with me being loud when I go out? I should be this loud!
Unfortunately, it's not a big deal.

Nine-Headed Lion is a demon who follows the rules. Despite possessing extraordinary cultivation, he is extremely low-key. Not only is he self-disciplined as a demon, but he also restrains his lion-headed followers from abusing their power. If anyone dares to violate this rule, he will be beaten to death and skinned alive as a warning.

Therefore, Huang Shi was shrewd enough to know that he had powerful backers, and all these years he has remained a dutiful monster.

Without quick money coming in, one has to be frugal and spend every penny wisely. To make a living and generate more money, one recruited a group of demons and set up a large breeding farm on Leopard Head Mountain.

He's not bragging, but the cattle he raises and the beef he makes are so good that even the Bull Demon King would praise them.

Grandfather, you must stand up for your grandson!

Yellow Lion Demon, his face bruised and swollen, entered the Nine-Bend Cave. In the study, he saw Nine-Spirits Yuan Sheng writing and painting. He knelt down with a thud and wailed that he had been wronged.

Disturbed by the Yellow Lion Spirit, the Nine-Headed Lion Saint's hand trembled, and the word "loyalty" on the paper was immediately written crookedly.

He glared at Huang Shijing with annoyance: "Where did you fall so badly? Be more careful next time. You're not a kid anymore, and you have your own company. When are you going to become more mature?"

"Grandfather, I didn't fall, I was beaten. Someone rushed into Tiger's Mouth Cave without asking any questions and started hitting me. I was almost beaten to death and almost didn't see you again." The Yellow Lion Spirit sobbed.

"Heh, why would anyone bother you for no reason? To be honest, did you offend someone outside?"

"No, Grandmother..."

"Still want to quibble?!"

"Grandfather, you have a wise eye. Your grandson has made a mistake..."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, the lion spirit with a bruised and swollen face immediately complained and recounted how he had sneaked into Yuhua Royal City at night and picked up three unwanted weapons.

"I was just passing through the royal city, casually strolling around, when I saw a radiant light shooting into the sky, as if a treasure had appeared in the world. I remembered my grandfather's teachings that rare and precious things belong to the virtuous, so I went to see if my destiny had come..."

"Upon inspection, it was indeed three weapons emitting light, so the grandson thought of taking them and presenting them to his grandfather."

"Unexpectedly, three bald monks came this morning. One had a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, one had a long mouth and big ears, and the other looked miserable. They insisted that Grandfather's treasures belonged to them. The grandson disagreed and got into a fight with them. They outnumbered him, and the grandson lost."

After saying this, the Yellow Lion Demon beat his chest and stamped his feet, secretly blaming himself for failing to protect his ancestor's treasure, which had been stolen by three bandits.

After hearing the whole story, Nine-Headed Lion shook his head repeatedly: "How many times have I told you, whether it's fate or not, ask the owner first, and only take it after you've made sure you know. Look at you, you picked it up without asking, and you should thank them for not killing you!"

"No, Grandfather, there was no one around at the time, so the three treasures were just placed on the ground..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Let me ask you, when you were being beaten, did you ask clearly who the three bald monks who beat you were?" Nine-Headed Lion washed his brush, ground it again, and continued writing.

The word "loyalty" is practiced and renewed constantly, written on paper and ingrained in the heart. Every time he finishes writing a piece, the image of his master in his mind becomes even more majestic.

Nine-Headed Lion, whose true form is Nine Infants, originally came from the Blue Star Realm, and was later taken as a mount by the True Martial Emperor.

Because it happened to have nine heads, it was reassigned by Bai Ze, transferred from Xuanwu Tongchu Palace to Dongji Miaoyan Palace, and became the exclusive mount of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor.

Because of his master's absolute power in the martial arts world, he never lacked friends wherever he went, and that's how the Bull Demon King came to him.

Whether one chooses to remain low-key as a monster or to dabble in literature, it's all in order to follow in the footsteps of one's master.

“This grandson asked, and you taught us, Grandfather, that it’s not shameful to admit defeat when you can’t win, but you can’t take a beating for nothing. Things change, and once you know his name, you can fight back in the future.”

The Yellow Lion Spirit first praised the Nine-Headed Lion King, and then said, "Those three bald monks are very arrogant. They confessed everything when they beat their grandson, as if they were not afraid of their grandson's revenge. That hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed one calls himself Sun Wukong and even said he was a disciple of a holy monk who went to the Western Paradise to obtain scriptures."

"Wow, how come we arrived so quickly?"

Nine-Headed Lion was so startled that he dropped the brush in his hand and hurriedly said, "Have you asked clearly which holy monk came from the Western Chu of the Southern Continent, who is compassionate, cares for the world, saves people from suffering, is selfless and impartial... who condescended to go to Mount Ling to retrieve the scriptures?"

Huang Shi Jing: (=ェ=)
Grandpa, you used so many adjectives! You speak so fast, do you practice often?
As Huang Shi Jing guessed correctly, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng did indeed practice frequently. Ever since Bai Ze said that Xiang Yuan liked to hear nice things, he, who was originally tongue-tied, practiced desperately and finally developed nine tongues that could speak fluently.

In other words, it didn't transform, otherwise nine heads would have been more efficient at outputting power!

"Speak!" "Reporting to Grandfather, if the Hairy-Faced Thunder God isn't lying, then it is that... uh, ah, blah blah blah holy monk." The Yellow Lion Spirit blinked; he hadn't remembered a single word from all those words.

Nine-Headed Lion was not annoyed. It was best that he hadn't remembered it. His subordinates had all learned it. What would he use to impress his master?

He's not Bai Ze, who can sit on an office desk just because of his looks.

Pooh!
Using one's looks to climb the ladder through connections is truly despicable!

"Grandfather?!"

Seeing the Nine-Headed Lion's face shift from loyalty to piety to disdain and contempt, the Yellow Lion Spirit had a string of question marks on his forehead. In the depths of his mind, he felt that he might be in trouble.

"You're in trouble, kid!"

Nine-Headed Lion recalled the script and slowly said, "That hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed monk is called Sun Wukong. He was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace a while ago... cough cough cough, five hundred years ago. Even 100,000 heavenly soldiers couldn't subdue him. How dare you provoke him?"

It's strange, it shouldn't have arrived so quickly, but the master got bored and didn't want to play with Buddha anymore?

"Uh, Grandfather, even you are no match for the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?"

"What is he anyway? He's no match for me. Taking him down is as easy as taking candy from a baby." Nine-Headed Lion Saint looked disdainful, with a hint of envy and jealousy.

A few days ago, he wandered around in front of Xuanwu Tongchu's mansion, hoping to run into his master. Just then, his master, feeling tired, took him over for a ride.

He didn't see his master, but only Bai Ze. When they started talking about riding, Bai Ze suddenly became more resentful than he was.

These things are not important. From Bai Ze's complaints, the Nine-Headed Lion King heard two key pieces of information: Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse, who had been ridden quite a few times on the journey to the West.

This is outrageous! He is clearly the number one mount!

Where did those people surnamed Sun and Bai come from?

"Grandfather, since you're not afraid of that monkey, why... why..."

The Yellow Lion Spirit was puzzled. The Nine-Headed Lion was clearly frightened by the title of Holy Monk, but his panic was mixed with a little excitement. It was too complicated for him to understand, and he dared not say it out loud for fear of offending the Nine-Headed Lion.

“I am aware of this matter. Issue my order to summon the six grandsons of the Lion and Snow Lion. I will lead troops to Yuhua Prefecture in person to capture Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing and seek justice for you,” said the Nine-Headed Lion in a deep voice.

What about the holy monk? Should we also capture him?

Huang Shixin muttered to himself that the Nine-Headed Lion Saint's earlier panic was no exaggeration. He had started flattering the Holy Monk from a hundred miles away, and no one dared to say it out loud. Clearly, he was no match for him.

If that's the case, why make such a big fuss and create such a grand spectacle?

If the holy monk were to capture them, the entire lineage of the Nine-Bend Cave would be wiped out.

The Yellow Lion Spirit couldn't understand anything, and dared not disobey the Nine-Headed Lion's orders. He immediately left the study and relayed the Nine-Headed Lion's commands.

In a short while, six lion heads, including the mongoose lion and snow lion, which were of the same rank as the Yellow Lion Spirit, arrived, along with a thousand strong lesser demons.

In an instant, demonic clouds covered the sky and the sun, rumbling down upon Yuhua Prefecture.

Upon arriving in Yuhua Prefecture, the Nine-Headed Lion Saint dared not fly anymore. He said that even when seeking revenge, he should not disturb the people. He insisted on walking into the city and led thousands of lesser demons in a grand procession to the palace gate, like a military parade.

Such a huge gust of demonic wind swept through, and Sun Wukong's fiery eyes were not for nothing. He saw it from afar and led Pigsy and Sandy to meet it outside the palace gate.

After waiting for a long time, a large group of monsters finally arrived on foot.

"..." x3
Are all the monsters at the foot of Mount Ling so well-mannered? x3
Sun Wukong sensed something was wrong and hurriedly asked the Victorious Fighting Buddha, who had been withdrawn for a long time, "Something is definitely amiss, so Brother Monkey quickly offered some advice."

Should I, Old Sun, directly invite the Holy Monk to subdue the demon, or should we fight for a while first to raise the demon's combat power before inviting the Holy Monk to subdue it?

The monsters on the other side were too cooperative. With such a grand scene, it would be a waste of the Holy Monk's many repetitions of the Tightening-Headband Mantra if he didn't let the Holy Monk show off.

Because the Victorious Fighting Buddha recently transformed into the Six-Eared Macaque, he is now most annoyed by monkeys. He tells the dead monkey to get lost and says he doesn't want to talk to the dead monkey anymore.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha knew how powerful the Nine-Headed Lion was. Not only was he strong, but he also had an overwhelming background. He had no weaknesses, not even in his background. The dead monkey definitely couldn't beat him and would get another beating.

It's good to be beaten. He seems to like watching monkeys get beaten the most after winning a fight!

"You are Sun Wukong?"

Nine-Headed Lion stepped forward, its eyes flashing with a fierce light. The overwhelming hatred and bitterness it exuded made Sun Wukong subconsciously think of the Bull Demon King.

What's going on? There are cows again?

Seeing that Sun Wukong wasn't lying, the Nine-Headed Lion didn't waste any words either, revealing his true form with a loud boom...

No, it was Jiu Zangzi, who swallowed Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing one by one, and then swallowed them all into his gaping maw.

To be precise, Pigsy and Sandy are unrelated characters. With a gentle bite, Sun Wukong, who has some Minotaur attributes, bites hard, his sharp teeth rubbing back and forth, until his indestructible body sparks.

"Who else?"

The Nine-Headed Lion roared furiously, its demonic energy surging and soaring into the sky, attracting thousands of demons, both large and small, to raise their arms and shout. Their reverence for their ancestor was like a surging river, endless and unstoppable, like the Yellow River overflowing its banks.

The original words were not quite like that, but a translation conveys roughly the same meaning.

Nine-Headed Lion's move was just like the prelude to a show-off slap in the face. The villain had already set up the arena, heated up the atmosphere, and even washed his face and stretched it out, just waiting for the protagonist to come out and turn the tables.

However, nothing happened. Nine-Headed Lion King howled several times, but the holy monk still sauntered out of the house. He said that monks are compassionate and that if the benefactor does not understand Buddhism, the humble monk knows a little about martial arts.

What should we do?

Nine-Headed Lion was dumbfounded. He couldn't just follow the script and bite the holy monk into his mouth and tie him up to the Nine-Bend Cave, could he?

This isn't just courting death; it's practically courting castration before actually dying.

If his number one mount dies, his replacement mount, Bai Ze, will laugh himself to death.

After waiting for a long time without seeing the holy monk emerge, the Nine-Headed Lion gritted his teeth and strode into the royal city. Upon seeing the holy monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation, Sun Wukong, who had almost fallen into his mouth, felt a sudden tremor in his stomach.

"Are you the compassionate, benevolent, merciful, and selfless holy monk who condescended to go to Mount Ling to retrieve the scriptures?"

The six heads of the Nine-Headed Lion King spoke eloquently, using all their strength to tell the truth: "The world praises you and admires you. I originally thought that your great reputation was undeserved. But after seeing you today, I can see that you are indeed wise and powerful, with great potential. Even in the Nine Heavens, there are only three Great Emperors who can be compared with you."

After speaking, seeing that the holy monk had no reaction, Nine-Headed Lion was not surprised. After all, it was all the truth, so it was only natural that there was no reaction.

He continued, "Listen up, venerable monk, I've come to invite you for tea. If you have no objections, please come in."

"..."

"Little Demon, you've really been invited!"

"..."

"real……"

"Get out if you're not invited, stop wasting your breath."

"Yes, sir. Please come upstairs."

The scene shifts, and amidst the speechless gazes of the lesser demons, the majestic Nine-Headed Lion, who is treated with utmost respect wherever he goes, is seen bowing and scraping as he carries a pale-faced monk on his back, his nine heads radiating loyalty.

The friendly and devout attitude was reserved for the holy monk; others did not receive this treatment and were all bitten into the gaping maw that spewed blood.

The monkey has an indestructible body, and although it seemed dangerous, it was actually fine. The white dragon horse, on the other hand, was in a terrible state. That big bite... tsk tsk, almost made it to switch mounts on the spot.

The struggle for the crown prince position has always been like this!

No, that's never been the case when it comes to the competition for mounts!
Upon arriving at the Nine-Bend Cave, the Nine-Headed Lion King reverted to his original form, ordered his men to capture Sun Wukong and his companions, and then carefully helped the holy monk to his seat.

The way he looked, he wished he could just turn into a chair on the spot.

Grandfather, I know this monk has a distinguished background, but you don't have to be so obsequious! xN
You're making us, the inferiors, lose face! xN
On the other side, in a deserted corner, Sun Wukong glanced at the white dragon horse, which was barely breathing, and wondered when this guy had offended the Nine-Headed Lion.

He was even more puzzled as to when he had offended the Nine-Headed Lion.

As for the Nine-Headed Lion King kneeling and fawning over Xiang Yuan...

Sun Wukong didn't find anything strange. Along the way, the holy monk was treated with great respect by many demons. The more powerful the demon's background, the more humble the monk was in front of him.

Take, for example, Kui Mulang, a demon who descended from Heaven to the mortal realm. Sun Wukong saw him clearly and immediately wet his pants.

Sun Wukong stopped thinking about it, took a deep breath, left a fake body behind, and escaped from the Nine-Bend Cave. He sat on a tree, wondering where to go to get help.

"The nine-headed demon's behavior clearly indicates that it's a demon with a powerful background. Going to the Heavenly Court is definitely the right thing to do; it's just like a headless fly searching blindly..."

"Great Sage in the Tree, the Earth God greets you."

As Sun Wukong was muttering to himself, he heard the Earth God below requesting a gift, and his eyes immediately lit up. He had been counting on these extras to provide crucial information along the way.

He leaped down from the tree and grabbed the Earth God's beard: "You old Earth God, tell me quickly, which deity is that nine-headed monster, and whose mount is it?"

"Gently, gently."

"Say it!"

"So that the Great Sage may know, this demon is named Nine-Spirited Primordial Saint, with great supernatural powers, few can rival him. If you wish to subdue him, you must go to the Eastern Extreme Wonderful Palace to invite his master," the Earth God recited from the script.

"The Eastern Palace of Sublime Beauty..."

Sun Wukong blinked and released the white beard in his hand: "I remember, this place is the Taoist temple of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun."

You, Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, claiming to save people from suffering, yet secretly releasing your own mount. How is your behavior any different from that of the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva or the virtuous Laozi?
Hmph, let's see how you explain yourself to me, Old Sun!

If you can't give a reason today, I, Old Sun, will take you to the Jade Emperor and have you charged with failing to discipline your children properly!
The monkey grunted, sensing an opportunity, and headed straight for the East Heavenly Gate.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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