Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 498 The Birth of the Divine Monkey
"Squeak."

The moment the claws touched the rocks, the entire mountaintop fell silent.

The pulsating swastika Buddhist pattern deep within the Xuanhuang boulder and the black water Xuanwu Daoist aura light spot simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light.

This startled the monkeys, who screamed and scattered in all directions.

Sanzang's raised hand froze in mid-air, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes, which then transformed into a clear understanding of cause and effect.

He turned his head to look at the towering demonic aura that blotted out the sun and carried an endless savage atmosphere deep in the Eastern Wilderness. A profound, Zen-like smile slowly spread across his face as he softly chanted a Buddhist mantra: "Excellent! The arising and ceasing of causes and conditions are predetermined. This is the will of Heaven, and also your destiny!"

It seems that the demon kings of the Eastern Wilderness are somewhat restless and no longer want to maintain their dignity.

Since you don't want to be dignified, then I'll help you be dignified.

Sanzang's mind raced, his eyes lowered.

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom!!!"

The enormous, dark yellow rock shattered instantly.

Scattered pebbles flew everywhere, and the misty primordial energy intertwined and collapsed wildly with the dark golden Buddha light and the black water Xuanwu Daoist charm.

At its core, a crimson light burst forth like a meteorite breaking free from its shell, carrying with it an overwhelming aura of life force and the wild spirit of a newborn calf. It forcefully broke through the dust and debris of the shattered rocks and landed steadily on the mountain cliff.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A strange ape, about the height of a person, appeared, its body as red as flames.

It had none of the usual stench of beasts; its fine fur shimmered with a warm, golden luster in the sunlight, and a powerful, domineering martial arts essence, like a deep, dark current, was faintly visible between its bones and muscles.

As the ape opened its eyes for the first time, its pupils were as clear as red crystal, reflecting the vast blue sky above and the boundless eastern wilderness below. A mixture of curiosity, confusion, and exploration mingled in its eyes.

It subconsciously moved its limbs, and as it stretched its muscles and bones, it produced a deep, thunderous roar, the immense power of which distorted the surrounding air.

His gaze wandered before finally settling on the pale white figure in front of him.

A fierce wind howled atop the mountain, whipping Sanzang's tattered monk's robes into a fluttering sound.

At this moment, he was a mortal, withered body, and the bloodstains on the soles of his feet were still wet.

Yet his upright posture is like a solitary peak and a rock, his brows and eyes revealing boundless compassion that has endured countless tribulations, and his gaze is clear and bright, seeing through the vanity of the world.

Even without the slightest fluctuation of Buddhist power, the pure, solemn, and perfectly wise state originating from the depths of one's soul is as vast and boundless as mountains and seas.

Its precious appearance naturally arises, and its majestic aura permeates to the bone.

The moment the crimson ape met those eyes, all the restlessness and animalistic instincts in its heart strangely subsided. A sense of reverence and awe, stemming from its bloodline and the imprint of its stone embryo, arose spontaneously, as if a wanderer had finally seen his loving father, or a weary bird had returned to its Buddhist nest.

With his hands clasped together, Sanzang spoke in a voice like a morning bell, deep and peaceful yet filled with compassion for saving the world: "The stone embryo was opened because of your destiny, and you and I are master and disciple. I now wish to pass on to you the supreme Dharma, to bestow upon you the supernatural powers of protecting the path, to subdue evil and promote good, and to cleanse the demonic atmosphere. Are you willing to become my disciple and follow me to seek the path of ultimate truth and goodness?"

The voice was not loud, but it contained the true meaning of the Buddhist lion's roar, each word striking straight to the soul.

The crimson ape's body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable surge of intense resonance and belonging welled up in its heart, completely activating the Buddha-nature within the stone embryo's original imprint.

Without hesitation, without speaking, it obeyed the call from the depths of its bloodline, kneeling before the blood-stained, moon-white monk's robe with the utmost devotion, and kowtowing three times solidly to Sanzang.

The hard rock left its mark on its forehead, but it did not diminish its sincerity in the slightest.

It strained to raise its head, its reddish-crystal eyes gazing at Sanzang. Though it could not speak, its will to admire, respect, and follow him was clearly revealed.

"Good! Good disciple!" Sanzang's smile deepened, his compassion revealing his satisfaction.

Although this ape is a man-made innate being, it possesses an innate Daoist body and is extremely extraordinary.

He reached out and gently stroked the red hair on the top of the monkey's head; it felt warm and firm to the touch.

This touch is both an imprint on the heart and a confirmation of status.

"Now that you have entered my sect, you shall be given a proper name. You are a creation of stone, born from the essence of heaven and earth, born in response to the calamity of the Eastern Wilderness. Only by comprehending the void can you see the true nature of Bodhi. From this day forward, you shall be called 'Wukong'."

"Wukong..."

The monkey murmured the name repeatedly, as if a thunderbolt had cleaved its chaotic mind, or as sweet dew had nourished its soul.

An indescribable sense of clarity and understanding rose from the depths of her soul, and the confusion in her crimson eyes vanished, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and determination.

It kowtowed again, and this time, though its voice was hoarse and childish, each word was clear and full of sincerity: "Master! Your disciple Wukong thanks you for bestowing this name upon me!"

Sanzang nodded, then opened his withered palm.

The light bursting from his palm was not driven by magic, but by his thoughts activating the treasure he had stored.

Two ancient-looking objects suddenly appeared.

One of them is a long stick.

The staff is neither made of gold nor wood, but flows with a deep blue color like the deep sea. The staff is naturally engraved with dark patterns of a black tortoise and a coiled serpent. The tortoise shell is thick and heavy, the serpent's body is ferocious, and there is a faint sound of flowing water around it.

The moment this staff appeared in the world, the surrounding air instantly became thick and heavy, containing the power of thousands of mountains and seas.

It was a divine weapon forged from the Daoist principles of the True Martial Subduing Demons Scripture, which had locked away Wukong's stone embryo true body.

The Purple-Gold Staff that Can Stand on the Sea!
The second is a set of battle armor.

The main body of the armor is dark gold, woven from countless fine, scale-like Sanskrit six-syllable mantra characters, its radiance restrained, its appearance solemn and dignified.

The protective mirrors on the front and back are a clear and perfect golden swastika symbol, slowly rotating and radiating boundless light and indestructible defensive Buddhist power.

The armor is not cold metal, but rather warm and smooth like jade, as if it were forged from the boundless power of the Buddha's Pure Land, a golden armor with six-character golden chains!
"These two treasures are, firstly, 'Sea-Supporting Weapon,' which embodies the true meaning of Zhenwu's Sea-Suppressing and Xuanwu's Supreme Control, capable of dividing rivers and severing seas with immense power and weight. Secondly, 'Lock,' which contains the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism, protecting the body and mind, and warding off all evil!"

Tripitaka solemnly said, "I bestow this upon you, hoping you will uphold the Way and protect your true nature!"

Wukong was overjoyed. He took the weapon and the armor and felt a surge of heat flow from the Purple Gold Staff and the Golden Chainmail into his body. Instantly, it resonated perfectly with the Buddhist intent in his chest and the Black Water Xuanwu Daoist charm in his bones.

It was as if this thing was born to belong to it.

Overjoyed, it reached out and grasped the purple-gold staff, which emitted a brilliant azure light, and as it swung it, the roar of the Black Tortoise could be faintly heard.

Covered in golden armor, with flowing dark gold Sanskrit characters, it made him seem like a guardian deity descended to earth.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Wukong's excitement was palpable, and his address of "Master" became even more sincere and respectful.

"As I observe your innate qualities, you were conceived in a stone, a mixture of Buddhism and demonic influence, with the true martial arts spirit hidden within. Ordinary Buddhist teachings are not suited to your nature."

After Wukong put away the treasure, Sanzang spoke again, his eyes shining with wisdom as if he could see through the very essence of Wukong's body, "Now I will impart to you a supreme fighting technique that is in harmony with your very essence, the Great Powerful King Fighting Tathagata Sutra!"

(End of this chapter)