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Chapter 121 The Bear Monster Pacifies the People, the Yellow Wind Monster Displays Its Power

In the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, amidst towering, black winds, one mighty mountain stands.

Several months have passed since the bear monster was ordered by Xu Xian to guard the temple on the mountain peak.

He shed his demonic and malevolent aura and donned a golden divine robe.

Patrolling the mountains day and night to protect the people in all directions, he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

The villages stretch out in a continuous line at the foot of the mountain, with fields covering vast areas, where people have made a living by farming and weaving for generations.

In the past, they were often harassed by evil spirits and robbed by bandits, suffering greatly.

Since the Great Bear King took up residence in the high mountains, demons and monsters within a hundred miles fled at the mere sight of him, and mountain bandits and river pirates trembled with fear at the mere mention of his name.

The land has become peaceful and tranquil, with clear rivers and calm seas year after year.

On this day, there was a severe drought.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and not a single drop of rain fell for three consecutive months.

The rice seedlings in the fields withered and died, the riverbeds cracked and dried up, and the wells dried up.

The people had no harvest, and the cries of the elderly and children echoed through the heavens.

They carried sacrificial offerings of three kinds of animals to the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

They burned incense and knelt before the temple atop the mountain, earnestly praying for rain.

"We beg the Great Immortal to show his power and send down sweet rain to save us, the people!"

"Without rain, there will be no harvest this year, and the old and young will starve to death!"

The wailing sound soared into the sky and reached the temple atop the mountain.

The bear-like monster was sitting upright on its divine throne, closing its eyes to regulate its breathing. Sensing the wailing of the people below, its heart tightened immediately.

He was ordered by his master Xu Xian to guard this place, with the two tasks of eliminating demons and bringing peace to the people.

Now that a severe drought has struck and the people are suffering, it is time for him to fulfill his divine duty.

The bear monster immediately got up, walked out of the temple, and stood atop the towering mountain.

He looked up at the sky and saw the blazing sun high in the sky, without a single cloud in the vast expanse, and the air thick with the dryness of drought.

He took a deep breath, channeled his millennia of cultivation, and manifested his true form.

In an instant, golden light shone brightly on Black Wind Mountain, and auspicious energy rose.

The bear monster transformed into a black-armored divine general several feet tall.

Majestic and imposing.

He stood amidst the clouds, his voice booming like a bell, and shouted loudly at the heavens.

"I am the mountain god of Black Wind Mountain, appointed by the great immortal Xu Xian to protect the living beings of this land!"

"The people are suffering from a severe drought, and all living beings are enduring great hardship. I implore Heaven and Earth to send rain. If this does not grant my request, I will use my own magical powers to summon clouds and rain to save all people from this calamity!"

Upon hearing this, the people all kowtowed and knelt in worship, marveling at the divine power.

Of course, Xiong Heiguai's words were only meant to make the people more devout.

In reality, the method of "sending clouds and rain" from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Methods has already been used.

In just a short while, the clear sky was suddenly filled with rolling dark clouds and rumbling thunder.

The people at the foot of the mountain looked up and saw the sky suddenly change. They all cheered, knelt down, and shed tears on the spot.

"The gods have shown their power! The immortals have appeared!"

The bear-like monster, perched in the clouds, channeled its magic again and roared, "Send rain!"

In an instant, a torrential downpour began.

The continuous heavy rain nourished the parched and cracked earth.

Withered seedlings regain their vitality, and dried-up riverbeds are flowing again.

The people ran around in the rain, spreading the news, cheering and jumping for joy, grateful for the gods' grace.

A heavy rain lasted for two whole hours before the clouds parted, the rain stopped, and the sun reappeared.

People from all directions are deeply grateful for the kindness of King Xiongpi.

Every household burns incense and makes offerings, regarding the Black Wind Mountain God as the true guardian deity of the region.

The Xu Xian worshipped by Xiong Heiguai has become the supreme deity in the hearts of the local people.

From then on, Black Wind Mountain and the surrounding people lived a life of good weather and abundant harvests.

Life is getting better and better every day.

Several years later.

A group of out-of-town bandits, having heard of the wealth of the village at the foot of Black Wind Mountain, launched a night attack.

The gang of thieves numbered about a hundred, armed with knives and guns, and looked fierce and menacing.

They stormed into the village, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities.

The villagers cried out and fled, their cries for help echoing once again atop Black Wind Mountain.

The bear monster was patrolling the mountain when it heard screams from below and flew into a rage.

"Who dares to commit evil in my protected territory!"

With a flicker of light beneath his feet, he descended upon the village in an instant.

Just as the thieves were getting carried away with their triumphs, a black-armored deity suddenly descended from the sky.

Majestic and imposing, with overwhelming momentum.

Terrified out of their wits, their limbs went weak, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

The bear-like monster roared, "You bandits, you have harmed the people! Today I will show you that no one will be allowed to run wild within the territory of Black Wind Mountain!"

Without breaking a sweat, he waved his hand, and a tremendous force surged forth.

They swept up all 100 thieves, trapping them in mid-air, unable to move.

The thieves were so frightened that they kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, weeping and swearing that they would never dare to do evil again.

"Right and wrong will be judged by King Yama."

The bear monster naturally didn't believe their nonsense and sent them directly to the underworld.

The villagers were relieved to see the thieves eliminated and regain peace.

They all knelt on the ground, kowtowing to express their gratitude to the Great Bear King for saving their lives.

From then on, the land beneath Black Wind Mountain enjoyed favorable weather, thieves disappeared, and evil spirits were no longer a threat.

People live in peace and contentment, doors are left unlocked at night, and lost items are not picked up on the road; it is a scene of a peaceful and prosperous world.

The villagers from all directions have passed down the kindness of the Bear King and the Immortal Xu Xian from generation to generation, ensuring that the incense offerings never cease.

The bear-like monster, residing in the mountaintop temple, felt the power of the people's faith, and its mind became completely clear.

He finally understood that his master, Xu Xian, had assigned him to guard this place not as punishment.

Instead, it is to let him accumulate merit and cultivate the righteous path.

He gazed at the western horizon and made a silent vow in his heart.

"Master, your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations, guarding Black Wind Mountain, protecting the people of this region, ensuring eternal peace, and preventing any further calamities!"

A mountain breeze blows, and the temple shines with golden light, illuminating the surrounding mountains and rivers for miles.

Heaven and earth are at peace, all sounds are harmonious, a scene of auspiciousness.

Huangfengling.

The yellow-haired sable spirit was originally a sable that had attained enlightenment for many years at the foot of Mount Ling.

Because he stole the clear oil from the glass lamp, fearing capture by the Vajra, he fled to the mortal realm and became a mountain king.

With Xu Xian's help, the yellow-haired weasel spirit learned the Samadhi Divine Wind.

At the same time, in order to prevent Lingji Bodhisattva's Wind-Fixing Pearl from suppressing the supernatural power of Samadhi Divine Wind.

Xu Xian then taught the Yellow-haired Weasel Spirit one of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques—Summon!

This supernatural power allows one to collect other people's magical treasures from a distance.

No matter if it's a divine artifact, a magical implement, or a celestial treasure, as long as its energy is locked onto by him, he can forcibly seize it, which is truly bizarre and domineering.

The weasel spirit looked Sun Wukong up and down a few times and recognized him as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace years ago.

Unfazed, he sneered, "You arrogant stable boy! Today I'll show you the might of the Great Sage Yellow Wind, leaving you nowhere to escape, and you'll regret it too late!"

Having said that, the weasel spirit took a step forward, raised her three-pronged steel fork, and thrust it straight at Sun Wukong's heart.

When Sun Wukong heard the words "弼马温" (Bima Wen, a lowly stable boy) again, he was truly furious.

He gripped the iron rod, leaped forward, and swung the golden cudgel horizontally with overwhelming force.

Seeing this, Pigsy shouted, "Monster, don't run! Take this!"

He wielded his nine-toothed rake, strode forward, and attacked from both sides, assisting Wukong in the battle.

In an instant, a great battle broke out on Huangfeng Ridge.

The golden cudgel swept across the battlefield, its power and ferocity unmatched.

The three-pronged fork is cunning and ruthless, each strike potentially fatal.

The nine-toothed rake charged wildly and aggressively.

One is the Monkey King, who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

One is a yellow-haired ferret who escaped from the world in Lingshan.

One was Marshal Tianpeng, the governor of Tianhe.

The three weapons clashed together, clanging and sparks flying.

The fighting raged until the yellow sands rolled, the sun and moon lost their light, mountains shook, and trees flew everywhere.

Rocks tumbled down the ridge, the wind howled, and even the distant peaks seemed to tremble.

Before they had fought for thirty rounds, the weasel spirit was gradually losing its strength.

They knew that in a direct confrontation, they were no match for Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie.

He suddenly feinted with his fork, then leaped out of the circle, shouting fiercely, "Monkey, don't try to kill me! Take a bite of my Divine Wind!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The weasel spirit opened its golden teeth and sharp mouth, took a deep breath of the yellow mountain air, and blew it forcefully at Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and a fierce wind arose.

This wind is no ordinary wind; it is a rare and divine wind of samadhi.

It can darken the heavens and earth, and scare away ghosts and gods.

It can split rocks and collapse cliffs; a gust of wind can injure a person.

Where the wind blows, everything withers.

When the divine wind rises, it sweeps away sand and stones, piercing the clouds, uprooting trees, overturning mountains, and shaking the earth.

Even Vajra bows its head upon seeing him, and Arhats close their eyes when they meet him.

Sun Wukong felt a sharp wind rush towards him, stinging his eyes and piercing his heart.

His discerning eyes were honed in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, enabling him to distinguish demons and monsters.

But it is precisely the kind of creature most afraid of thick smoke and strong winds.

Sun Wukong's eyes immediately stung from the wind, and tears streamed down his face.

She couldn't even open her eyes, and almost dropped the gold sieve stick in her hand.

Wukong realized something was wrong and quickly reached out to protect Tang Sanzang, retreating hastily.

But the Samadhi Divine Wind was like a knife or a sword, scraping against the flesh and causing excruciating pain, which could not be avoided.

Pigsy is even worse.

He was swept away by the strong wind, tumbling and crawling, his luggage flying far away.

The nine-toothed rake slipped from his hand, and he clutched his head, screaming in agony, "Ouch! That hurts so much! What kind of evil wind was that, so powerful!"

Tang Sanzang was just a mortal, how could he withstand such evil winds from the celestial realm?

The yellow wind blew, and he immediately felt dizzy and screamed.

He fell straight off the white horse, unconscious and unaware of his surroundings.

Seeing his master injured and unconscious, and with his own eyes unable to open and in unbearable pain, Wukong had no will to continue fighting.

He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain in his eyes, pulled up the paralyzed Pigsy, and protected the unconscious Tang Monk.

Riding the somersault cloud, it bursts out of the wind's range.

They fled in a disheveled state until they reached a sheltered spot at the foot of the mountain, where they finally stopped to catch their breath.

Wukong squatted on the ground, rubbing his eyes desperately, tears streaming down his face, wincing in pain and gasping for breath.

"You wretched beast! This wind is so fierce, it has even damaged my Fiery Eyes! Master is also unconscious, what should we do!"

Pigsy slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his face contorted in agony: "Brother Monkey, this monster's wind is too evil; we simply can't defeat it!"

"In my opinion, perhaps we should—perhaps we should go back to Gao Village. The journey to the West is too arduous, and it could cost us our lives. I, Old Pig, can't take it!"

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"Fool! Stop talking nonsense!" Wukong shouted sternly.

"Master is the one destined by Heaven to retrieve the scriptures, bearing the heavy responsibility of saving the East. How can he give up halfway?"

"You stay here and take good care of Master. I'll go and find out the details of this monster, and then find a way to defeat it!"

Just when they were in a panic and at a loss.

From behind the hillside, a white-haired old man leaning on a cane slowly emerged.

The old man had a kind face; he was the embodiment of the local mountain god and land deity.

When the Earth God saw Sun Wukong, he immediately bowed and said respectfully, "Great Sage, you have suffered. I am late, please forgive me."

Wukong disregarded etiquette and hurriedly stepped forward, asking urgently, "Old man! Since you're here, you must know the truth!"

"What is the origin of that monster in the Yellow Wind Cave? How can we break free from its malevolent winds? Tell me quickly!"

The Earth God sighed, not daring to conceal the truth, and reported truthfully: "Great Sage, you may not know, but that Yellow Wind Monster is no ordinary being."

"He was originally a yellow-haired weasel spirit from the foot of Mount Ling. He stole some clear oil and escaped to the mortal realm. His Samadhi Divine Wind is unparalleled in the world, and ordinary immortals simply cannot withstand it."

"In this world, only the Bodhisattva Lingji, who lives on Mount Sumeru, possesses a supreme treasure called the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, which can suppress this wind. Apart from him, no one else can rival him."

Upon hearing this, Wukong was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

"I see! Thank you for your explanation, sir. I understand now!"

He immediately turned to Pigsy and sternly ordered, "Fool, you must keep a close watch on Master and not leave his side for a moment! I'm going to Little Sumeru Mountain right now to ask Bodhisattva Lingji to come and subdue the demon! Go quickly and come back quickly!"

Pigsy nodded repeatedly, patting his chest and promising, "Don't worry, brother, go and come back quickly! I, Old Pig, will risk my life to protect Master!"

Sun Wukong dared not delay even for a moment.

He suppressed the stinging pain in his eyes, leaped up, rode his somersault cloud, and headed straight for Mount Sumeru.

The somersault cloud covered 108,000 li, and in just a short while, it arrived at the fairyland of Little Sumeru Mountain.

When Wukong saw Lingji Bodhisattva, he immediately bowed down in worship.

He recounted in detail how the Yellow Wind Monster had injured people, how the Samadhi Divine Wind was too strong to withstand, and how his master had fallen into a coma, earnestly pleading with the Bodhisattva to intervene and save him.

The compassionate Bodhisattva Lingji nodded slightly upon hearing this and reached out to help Wukong up.

"Wukong, rise! This demon was caused by my negligence in keeping him in check. He stole oil and escaped to the mortal realm, causing havoc in the area. I will go and subdue him, restoring peace to the world."

Having said that, the Bodhisattva, holding the magic weapon Wind-Fixing Pearl and accompanied by his personal protectors, rode on auspicious clouds and went with Sun Wukong to Yellow Wind Ridge.

Before long, the two arrived in front of Huangfeng Cave.

Despite the pain in his eyes, Wukong shouted curses and provoked the weasel spirit to come out of its cave and fight.

The monster inside the cave was enraged upon hearing the curses.

A moment later, the cave door opened wide, and the yellow-haired weasel spirit, wielding a trident, led a group of lesser demons out menacingly.

When he saw Wukong return with a Buddhist bodhisattva, he showed no fear whatsoever, but instead sneered repeatedly.

The yellow-haired weasel spirit scoffed, "What kind of Bodhisattva dares to meddle in the affairs of the Great Sage Yellow Wind? Truly overestimating yourself!"

Lingji Bodhisattva sat solemnly on his lotus throne, holding the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "You wicked beast! You stole oil and fled to the mortal realm, harming the people and obstructing the holy monks on their pilgrimage. Your sins are grave. Why don't you surrender at once? What are you waiting for?"

Having said that, the Bodhisattva raised the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl high, about to unleash its magical power and release the Wind-Stabilizing Divine Light to suppress the Samadhi Divine Wind.

But at this critical moment...

A cold glint flashed in the weasel spirit's eyes. She appeared slightly panicked, but in reality, she had already remembered Xu Xian's words.

He secretly made a hand seal, and with a thought, he suddenly unleashed his supreme divine power—the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques!

This supernatural power is incredibly profound; it can capture objects from a distance and steal any treasure.

Regardless of whether it's a divine artifact, a sacred object, or a celestial treasure, once its energy is locked onto by him, it can be forcibly taken over and become uncontrollable by its owner.

The weasel spirit reached out and grabbed at the air, uttering a low shout: "Take it!"

In an instant, an invisible and intangible yet incredibly powerful suction force erupted.