The Great Bandit of Journey to the West

Chapter 162 Praying for Rain in Fengxian County

When Red Boy saw that his father was actually Sun Wukong in disguise, he was thrown into great turmoil.

His martial arts skills were no match for the White Dragon, and since the White Dragon himself was a fire dragon, he was not afraid of smoke or fire, which greatly reduced the power of the Samadhi True Fire.

Two more rounds passed, and the White Dragon feinted a thrust at Red Boy's forehead. As Red Boy dodged to the side, the White Dragon struck him twice more in the shoulders.

"ah"

Red Boy cried out in pain. In the moment of distraction, he was stabbed in the forehead by the White Dragon's spear, and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground.

Jiang Feng stepped forward and saw Red Boy struggle to his feet after landing. He opened his mouth to spew out Samadhi True Fire, but only managed to exhale a small puff of smoke. Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh, "You cultivated for three hundred years on Flaming Mountain to refine this Samadhi True Fire, and now it's been destroyed just because of your evil deeds. Do you think that's worth it?"

Red Boy glared at him and the White Dragon with hatred: "This is all your fault! You just wait, my parents will never let you get away with this!"

Jiang Feng said with some regret, "The practice of Samadhi involves overcoming the difficulties of earth, fire, water, and wind. If one can overcome these difficulties, one can attain the Samadhi within."

Although you have managed to cultivate the Samadhi True Fire by chance, you have only grasped the basics. To this day, you cannot even subdue the poisonous fire of greed, anger, and ignorance in your own heart. Relying on the Samadhi True Fire, you bully the weak and oppress the mountain gods and local deities. Not only that, you are also competitive and want to eat my disciple.

Even now, you still show no remorse and want your parents to back you up and seek revenge. How can I, this humble monk, possibly guide you?

"Master, I know how to guide him!"

Pigsy suddenly darted over, mimicking Jiang Feng's manner, and walked up to Red Boy, his large belly protruding as he shouted fiercely, "Huh? How can someone like you be changed? Only death!"

Jiang Feng pulled out his Vajra Pestle and smacked him on the head, scolding, "I couldn't see you when we were fighting, but now that it's over, you're showing up and trying to be clever. Go cool off somewhere else!"

"Wasn't I just secretly protecting you, Master?" Pigsy chuckled awkwardly and stepped aside.

Red Boy glared at Jiang Feng, baring his teeth, and said hatefully, "After all that talk, you still want to kill me, don't you? Go ahead and do it! I'll be a hero again in three hundred years!"

Jiang Feng clasped his hands together, making a compassionate expression: "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. This humble monk has always been compassionate, especially towards children."

"Considering you haven't taken any lives, I'll spare yours. So, three hundred years from now, you won't be a hero; you'll just be a slightly grown calf."

After saying that, Jiang Feng used the Earth Treasury Exorcism Curse to force him back to his original form, turning him into a white bull.

Then, three flashes of light appeared, and just like his uncle, the True Immortal Ruyi, Red Boy had three pieces of beef cut off, thus crippling his cultivation.

With tears welling up in its eyes, the white ox bellowed a few times at Jiang Feng before limping away.

[Your compassion and mercy rescued the mountain gods and local deities from the oppression of Red Boy. Your boundless love moved Heaven, and you are rewarded with mastery of the "Mountain Moving Technique"]

Watching the white ox's departing figure, Bai Suzhen said worriedly, "We've really offended the Bull Demon King this time."

Wukong sneered, "That old bull has committed countless evils, and he doesn't discipline his son, which has led him to come and cause trouble for us. If it weren't for our sworn brotherhood, I would have killed this Red Boy with one blow. If he dares to seek revenge, let him come and argue with my golden cudgel!"

Even without the golden headband, Wukong still retains his pride as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and doesn't take the Bull Demon King seriously at all.

Jiang Feng didn't say anything more, and the group sat down together to eat lunch.

After resting for a while, just as they were about to continue their journey, a group of mountain gods and local deities appeared and thanked Jiang Feng together.

"Thank you for saving us, Holy Monk. If it weren't for your subduing of Red Boy, we don't know how long we would have been oppressed by him."

Jiang Feng glanced at them and said, "No need to be so polite, I have already accepted your gifts." With that, he turned and led Wukong and the others on their way.

After watching them disappear, one of the local officials scratched his head, looking completely bewildered, and asked, "When did we give him a thank-you gift?"

Suddenly, the mountain god of Mount Hao had a flash of inspiration, sensed the situation in the mountain, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no! He's taken all the treasures from the Fire Cloud Cave!"

After realizing what had happened, the landowner couldn't help but smile: "So we really did give him a thank-you gift. But we didn't lose out. If he hadn't driven away Red Boy, we still wouldn't have gotten back the money he extorted from us. At least now no one is bullying us."

The mountain god nodded in agreement: "That's true. In any case, we must thank them for their help."

Time flies, and another hot summer has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Feng, with a banana leaf on his head and sunglasses made of glass, walked along the road to Fengxian County. His mouth was dry as he said, "Which heartless god or Buddha moved Fengxian County here? The weather is so hot. Fourth brother, why don't you go down and send some rain down from the sky?"

The little white dragon said helplessly, "Master, I've made it rain three times today. Even a donkey wouldn't be able to do that."

A glint of light flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes behind his sunglasses: "Then how about you transform into a donkey and carry your master for a while?"

Little White Dragon: "—I'd better go and bring rain!"

After saying that, the little white dragon flew up into the sky and brought down a refreshing drizzle.

Jiang Feng felt much better immediately. When he returned from casting the rain, he asked curiously, "Fourth brother, what's wrong with you? I feel like Ao Ying's rainmaking technique is much stronger than yours."

The little white dragon explained somewhat dejectedly, "I was never good at making clouds and rain. I was looked down upon by my father and brothers since I was a child. So I always wanted to show my uniqueness and make them look at me with new eyes. In the end, I caused a disaster and almost got my head chopped off."

Jiang Feng comforted him, "Don't be sad. There are many dragons that can bring rain, but a little fire dragon like you is rare. If I have the chance, I'll get you a Xiao Jingteng as your mount. I guarantee that wherever you ride him, it will rain!"

Just as the White Dragon was about to ask Jam Hsiao which mythical beast he was, Jiang Feng exclaimed, "There's a funeral ahead! I'll go ask them if they need any rituals!"

After saying that, he dashed off towards the distant village.

By the time they caught up with Jiang Feng, he had already negotiated the price for the ritual with the host and was sitting in the courtyard making paper figures. His efficiency left everyone speechless.

"If you could maintain that speed normally, we would probably have reached Mount Ling by now."

Bai Suzhen teased, looking at the strange-looking thing stuck in Jiang Feng's hand, and asked curiously, "What kind of rare thing is that you're holding? I've never seen it before."

Jiang Feng said, "A solar water heater automatically heats the water when exposed to sunlight, and it's used for bathing. If you take it to the underworld, it can be used by the ghosts to bathe."

Bai Suzhen paused for a moment, then said with a strange expression, "What kind of ghost story are you telling? Can you even see the sun in the underworld?"

Jiang Feng said nonchalantly, "Didn't Hou Yi shoot down nine suns and send them to the underworld?"

Bai Suzhen: "————"

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