Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

He reached into his ear and pulled out three life-saving hairs!

It was bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, who said that if one encountered difficulties, one would be rescued, and "heaven would respond to one's cries, and earth would respond to one's cries."

Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "My dear Bodhisattva, today you've finally shown your power!"

He didn't aspire to break the formation; he only wanted to send a message.

"I, Old Sun, don't believe it! This formation can isolate the Bodhisattva's power!"

He plucked a hair, chanted an incantation, and the hair transformed into golden light, shooting straight out of the formation!

The golden light pierced through the sea of ​​fire, but was entangled in the fire net and instantly burned to ashes.

Sun Wukong was taken aback: "Huh? It won't work?"

He plucked another one, unleashing even greater magical power, causing the golden light to shine even brighter, but it was still swallowed up by the heavenly fire.

The same applies to the third one.

Sun Wukong's face turned deathly pale: "This...this formation can't even block a Bodhisattva's hair?"

His heart sank to the bottom.

"It's over...it's completely over."

He crouched amidst the flames, slammed his stick down, and muttered, "Bodhisattva... do you know that I, Old Sun, am trapped here to die?"

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South China Sea, Mount Luojia, Purple Bamboo Forest.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns was melodious, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sits upright on a futon, eyes closed in meditation.

Suddenly, a twitch appeared between his brows, and a faint golden light pierced through the void, transforming into Sun Wukong's voice: "Bodhisattva... do you know that I, Old Sun, am trapped here to die?"

The voice was intermittent, filled with anxiety and weakness.

Guanyin opened her eyes, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Wukong?"

She was puzzled.

This is a message from the life-saving hair.

When I gave it to that monkey, I thought it would come in handy during a crisis.

Gradually, Guanyin herself almost forgot about it.

After all, it was just to provide insurance for the pilgrims on their journey.

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In her view, given Sun Wukong's abilities, it was almost impossible for him to encounter a problem he couldn't solve along the way.

Besides, that mischievous monkey has a wide network of connections and a lot of influence.

Even if something really happened, it shouldn't force him to pull out a life-saving hair.

According to the calculation of the calamities, the pilgrimage team should have just left Baoxiang Kingdom and arrived at Lotus Cave on Pingding Mountain.

With the Monkey King's supernatural powers, what difficulty could he not overcome? Why would he need to ask for help?

Could it be that we've really encountered some kind of danger?

Even more strangely, the location of the message was still in Baoxiang Kingdom!

"Baoxiang Kingdom... How could a mere mortal kingdom possibly contain Wukong? I remember that Kui Mulang, one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, was stationed there."

In terms of cultivation and skill, they were no match for that monkey. How did they end up in such a sorry state?

Guanyin calculated with her fingers, and the secrets of heaven were obscured by fiery clouds, with only a monkey trapped in the fire visible.

What exactly happened?

There is no such thing in the Buddha's plan!

Guanyin summoned Huian Xingzhe Muzha.

Muzha appeared, cupping his hands in greeting: "Bodhisattva, what are your orders?"

Guanyin said, "Wukong sent a message asking for help; his location is in Baoxiang Kingdom. Go and check immediately. If you encounter any difficulties, report back to me promptly!"

Mu Zha accepted the order, transformed into golden light, and headed straight for Baoxiang Kingdom.

Above the Kingdom of Baoxiang, the fiery clouds remained.

Mu Zha appeared, and upon scanning with his divine sense, his expression immediately changed.

"What kind of ominous formation is this?"

Although Mu Zha was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he felt the ferocity of the formation; just one glance sent chills down his spine.

He dared not force his way in, so he secretly sneaked into the inn and met Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang looked up and saw a handsome young monk. He clasped his hands in prayer and asked, "Where do you come from, benefactor?"

Muzha transmitted his voice: "Holy Monk, I am Muzha, a disciple of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva sent me to investigate what happened and why you are trapped here."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope rose again in Tang Sanzang's despairing heart: "So it was the Venerable One in person. This matter is a long story..."

After briefly recounting the events to Muzha, Tang Sanzang asked again, "Bodhisattva...do you know Wukong's whereabouts?"

Muzha said, "The Great Sage is trapped in a high-altitude fire formation and doesn't know how he managed to send a message to Guanyin Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva ordered me to come and investigate, but the formation is too dangerous for me to dare to trespass!"

Tang Sanzang asked in despair, "Wukong... is he trapped too?"

Muzha comforted him, "Holy Monk, don't worry. I will report back to the Bodhisattva, and he will find a way."

He never imagined things would turn out this dangerous.

They then inquired about the whereabouts of Pigsy and Sandy.

Hearing that they were trapped in the demon's cave, Mu Zha sneaked into the Wave Moon Cave.

Sure enough, Pigsy and Sandy looked haggard.

He dared not make a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of demons.

Especially the owner of that formation.

The only course of action now is to quickly inform Guanyin and ask the Bodhisattva for a decision.

Purple bamboo forest.

Mu Zha transformed into golden light and landed on the ground.

He reported to Guanyin: "Bodhisattva, I have ascertained the situation, it is as follows, and so on..."

He will report everything he heard and experienced in the Kingdom of Baoxiang.

Guanyin pondered, "Strange, how could such a change have occurred in this calamity of the Journey to the West?"

I calculated and recalculated with my fingers.

The secrets of heaven are now extremely obscure, and no matter how she tries to deduce them, she cannot see who is hiding behind them.

"Very well, this humble monk must go there in person."

After saying this, the lotus platform rose lightly and instantly disappeared into the void.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Kingdom of Baoxiang.

Behind them followed the respectful Muzha.

"Tsk, Guanyin is here too?"

White Tiger Ridge Mountain.

Yun Zhao saw Guanyin's figure through the formation.

Although I have never seen her true face, her chanting, her Buddha-like light, her graceful figure—in the world of Journey to the West, who else could possess all these qualities and be so devoted to the pilgrimage?

"I wonder if you, the teacher of ten thousand Buddhas, have the ability to break my formation."

Yun Zhao thought to himself.

This simulation has been delayed for more than seven months now, so even if Guanyin manages to break the formation this time, it doesn't matter.

He has already made enough money.

I can even imagine how generous the rewards will be after the event.

Therefore, he was in a very relaxed state of mind.

Even if he dies, it won't be a real death. He wanted to see if this Guanyin Bodhisattva really had the ability to break the Flame Array out of thin air.

"How could it be this formation!"

Looking at the fiery red sky.

Guanyin was shocked.

Others may not recognize this formation, but she can't?

As firsthand witnesses to the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, the Ten Deadly Formations caused them immense suffering.

I thought I would never see the ominous light of that formation again in the Three Realms.

To my utter surprise, I encountered the Blazing Flame Formation, one of the Ten Deadly Formations, here again.

For an instant.

Guanyin thought about many things.

Who exactly is behind this? Is it the Ten Heavenly Lords? Impossible. The Ten Heavenly Lords were all on the list back then, and they had no choice in their actions. How could they possibly set up an array here?

Besides, this pilgrimage has nothing to do with them, so there's no need to offend Buddhism.

Who else could it be but them?

Besides the Ten Heavenly Kings, are there any other people in the Three Realms who understand the Ten Deadly Formations?

Guanyin's brows were furrowed.

Since she began her pilgrimage, this is the first time she has encountered something that she finds difficult to handle.

"Was this orchestrated by some cult leader? What was their purpose in setting up this formation?"

Despite being filled with confusion.

The most urgent task is to rescue the monkey.