Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1762 Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer!

Despite the fact that Sun Wukong and the Green Ox were both lazy, the work of clearing the weeds around the ancient temple was completed quickly. There was no need to clear all the brambles for eight hundred miles; clearing the surrounding area was enough to show their respect.

Old Pig was the most hardworking, doing the work of three. He charged into the thicket of thorns, pulling out whatever he could find. His face and belly were covered in cuts, and his monk's robe was torn, but today he neither complained nor showed any signs of fatigue.

He, a single pig, did all the work that the monkey and the ox should have done.

Night falls quickly.

Led by the Green Ox and its two brothers, representing the Three Pure Ones, they solemnly lit a bonfire in front of the temple gate. This symbolized the Dao Ancestor passing on the Daoist teachings to all living beings in the primordial world. Regardless of whether Hongjun meant it that way, the fire could not be extinguished. They would wait here for one night, and that would be considered completing their mission. After that, they could all go home.

Waiting around is boring, as for sleeping? Why choose today over any other day? Do you look down on the Daoist patriarch? Could the Daoist patriarch sleep while preaching?
The Jade Rabbit suggested playing mahjong.

The five-colored fat beef from the people of Emei Mountain readily agreed.

The four members of Tang Sanzang's group, plus three powerful figures, make up a table, but there are too many people. If we make two tables, there aren't enough people.

The dragon part of the white dragon horse has completely disappeared, leaving only the horse part.

Without using the Dragon Transformation Pool, none of these people could simply reach out and touch him to restore him to human form with their great magical power.

The last dishes served were the Jade Rabbit, Fatty Beef, Monkey, and Green Ox.

Kui Niu was not interested in such entertainment activities and preferred to meditate and cultivate himself on the side.

Pigsy was exhausted after a long day's work, so he tried to meditate like the Ox.

Tang Sanzang muttered incantations, preparing to chant sutras all night. He had been tempted by worldly desires in the Women's Kingdom of Xiliang, which was truly wrong. Now he would take this opportunity to cleanse his mind and strengthen his Buddhist resolve.

Sun Wukong and his friends were playing mahjong as if they were staying up all night to celebrate the New Year.

Does this behavior blaspheme against the Dao Ancestor? According to the explanation Fei Niu received from Yu Qing, it should be harmless. It is impossible to maintain concentration for a long time during the 100,000-year-long sermon at Zixiao Palace. Even Taiqing would lose focus, let alone ordinary immortals. It is reasonable to create an entertainment activity to refresh the mind.

Amidst the sounds of "Five of Bamboo" and "West Wind," Sun Wukong and the Green Ox began to discuss the tribulations they faced on their journey to the West.

He asked, "Brothers, after crossing the eight hundred li of thorny ridge, are there any other demons ahead?"

Fatty smiled sheepishly, then shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Qingniu, on the other hand, was very expressive and felt that there was no harm in talking about it.

"Ahem, I took a look over there before. It's a desolate and treacherous place. Monkey, you'd better be careful. It's not a good place at all!" Green Ox looked down on the Little Thunder Temple in the west of Thorn Ridge.

Fatty nodded in agreement. They were all Taoist oxen, so they didn't look down on the proper Buddhist places. What level was this Yellow Eyebrow? Did he even deserve to call it Little Thunderclap Temple? If he called it Little Thunderclap Temple, would we then be able to call it Little Tushita Palace or Little Jade Void Palace? If everyone did that, wouldn't things be in chaos?

The blue ox gestured animatedly.

In his words, Xiaoleiyin Temple was a ghostly place where "suddenly the roar of a tiger startles one's courage, and leopards and wolves block the road."

But once you cross this mountain, you'll find yourself in a place where "the mortal world cannot reach the true immortal realm, and the Pure Land is a wonderful place for spiritual practice."

Tigers eat people in front of the mountain, monks perform rituals for them behind the mountain – a one-stop service.

To the Taoist Ox, this was truly ironic. "Brother Ox, what kind of magic weapon does that Yellow Eyebrow possess?"

The green ox laughed: "You monkey, I, the old ox, am not going to the Western Paradise to fetch the scriptures, how would I know what magical treasures he has? However, Laozi once commented on several of the future Buddha's magical treasures."

Is this Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha related to the Future Buddha? Sun Wukong didn't ask, but listened attentively.

When Benbo Ba appeared in Tang Sanzang's dream before, he mentioned that the Six-Eared Macaque had sought refuge at the Little Thunder Temple. Sun Wukong was quite concerned about the Six-Eared Macaque, but Benbo Ba knew too little about the Little Thunder Temple.

At this moment, while listening intently to the eloquent Qingniu recount the magical treasures in Maitreya's hands, he was also pondering how to deal with the Human Seed Bag and the Golden Bell.

While the others were engrossed in their mahjong game, Sun Wukong finally couldn't resist his curiosity. With the thought that he would just watch from outside and not go in, he left one of his hair clones to continue playing mahjong, while his true form transformed into a mosquito and quietly flew towards the gate of the ancient temple.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the solemnity of the Dao.

He leaned over the old gate, peering inside.

Time seemed to stand still inside the ancient temple; everything remained as it was when its owner left.

The interior of the ancient temple can be described as dilapidated and old, yet it also carries the marks of a long history.

Even Sun Wukong couldn't express the deeper feelings he had.

Influenced by the atmosphere here, his restless heart, which had been agitated by seeing the Six-Eared Macaque in the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, calmed down. Considering the limited space inside the ancient temple, its layout was quite obvious.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the entire ancient temple came to life in a way he couldn't comprehend.

A flower in front of you.

Sun Wukong saw a gaunt-looking Taoist priest meditating and cultivating in a temple, saw a fierce-looking old man wielding a black spear cursing at the temple, and witnessed an earth-shattering battle.

Originally, Thorn Ridge was an important passage between the East and the West, but in this great battle, the Qingju Daoist simply waved his hand and sealed the road with great power and supernatural abilities. This was not only a blockade at the level of the road, but also a complete severing of the passage between the two worlds at the levels of space, time, and cause and effect.

His perspective and understanding were limited; what he saw of the great battle was merely the tip of the iceberg. Yet, even this small detail deeply shocked him, making him realize that he had been a frog in a well all along.

The martial arts skills that one is so proud of are utterly insignificant compared to the true Daoist arts; they are the most low-class of skills.

When Bodhi Patriarch was preaching, he found it boring and only listened to the parts involving battle, ignoring everything else. Now, looking back, he realizes he was really throwing away the watermelon for a sesame seed, wasting a great opportunity.

"Young man, you still have a chance. Are you willing to listen to the Great Dao of the Ancestor?" An old and somewhat seductive voice rang in his mind.

Sun Wukong subconsciously looked into the ancient temple and saw an old man with a long spear and a fierce expression staring at him.

"You and the Ancestor are the same kind of people. Only by abandoning hypocrisy and seeing your true self can you become strong! You think so too, right, Sun Wukong?"

Just as Sun Wukong was about to speak, another voice rang out.

"Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer!"

(End of this chapter)