Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 441 Subhuti's Thoughts: Facing the Wall on the Back Mountain

As soon as Wujue Tongzi finished speaking, all the disciples stood up, bowed to Subhuti, and said, "Disciples pay respects to the Patriarch."

Subhuti remained silent and walked straight toward the crowd. When he reached them, he frowned and reprimanded them.

"When you first entered this path, I told you that the first step in cultivating the Great Dao is cultivating the mind. Why have you all ended up in this state instead of cultivating properly?"

Everyone lowered their heads, remaining silent, their hearts filled with panic.

Subhuti's gaze was filled with pressure as he swept over everyone before finally landing on Sun Wukong.

Looking at Sun Wukong's profound foundation, he couldn't help but think to himself that Guangfa was overestimating himself.

Sun Wukong was a top-tier innate being with incredibly strong physical constitution. Even before he became an immortal, he was still someone that Guangfa could not deal with.

"Wukong, you tell us."

Subhuti spoke slowly.

Sun Wukong raised his head. "This disciple knows nothing. If the Patriarch wants to ask, please ask Senior Brother Guangfa."

"What about Guangzhou Law?"

Subhuti asked again.

Everyone pointed in unison to the small hill a kilometer away, where the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated.

Subhuti waved his hand, and in a flash, Guangfa appeared before them.

Covered in dust and bruises, his face was visibly gruesome and wretched. He fainted and lost consciousness.

Subhuti said helplessly, "It's truly shameful."

Subhuti waved his hand, and a burst of rich golden light flew out, enveloping Guangfa.

Under the influence of the golden light, Guangfa's injuries healed at an extremely fast speed. In just a few breaths, he was completely healed and woke up.

When Guangfa awoke, he looked at his patriarch before him and burst into tears. "Patriarch, you must do justice for your disciple!"

"Sun Wukong is audacious, unruly, and disrespectful to his teachers. I only asked him to help me carry water, but he became violent and beat me up like this. I am so heartbroken."

Guangfa wept bitterly, and just hearing his cries was enough to move anyone to tears and make them feel sorry for him.

Sun Wukong was taken aback, never expecting that Guangfa, whose strength was not much, could have such superb acting skills.

In this era that respects teachers and values ​​tradition, beating a senior student is a serious crime, regardless of the reason.

Wujue realized that Sun Wukong had done all this to stand up for him, so he gritted his teeth and stepped forward. "Master, it was a conflict between me and my senior brother that caused Wukong to attack him. All the blame lies with me. Please, Master, do not punish Wukong."

After Wujue finished speaking, he was about to kneel down to receive his punishment when he found that he couldn't kneel down no matter what he did.

Subhuti said calmly, "I understand the whole story behind today's farce. It has nothing to do with you, and you did nothing wrong."

"That junior brother Wukong"

Wujue felt no relief at being spared by his master; instead, he was extremely worried about Sun Wukong.

The patriarch said helplessly, "You don't need to worry about this matter; I will handle it."

"Yes."

Wujue then stepped aside and remained silent.

Subhuti looked at Sun Wukong's indifferent face and was puzzled.

Regardless of the cause of the incident, it is true that Sun Wukong beat up several of his fellow disciples in public, and according to the rules, he should definitely be severely punished.

But what if Sun Wukong quits after being punished and leaves Fangcun Mountain?

This is a crucial calamity for the great prosperity of his Buddhist sect. Once he descends the mountain, the heavenly secrets will change again, and he doesn't know when his Buddhist sect will be able to prosper.

But if the punishment is too lenient, it won't convince the public, and how will they view him as their patriarch?

After thinking for a long time, Subhuti decided to punish both sides equally.

"Sun Wukong, you publicly assaulted your fellow disciples over a trivial matter, causing a terrible impact. Do you know your crime?"

Subhuti, looking down from his high position, questioned him.

"This disciple is unaware of his wrongdoing. It was Senior Brother Guangfa who provoked me first, and I attacked him afterward. When the Patriarch was preaching, he said that we cultivators should follow our hearts and act when the time is right, without having to consider anything else. At that time, I just wanted to beat him up, and then I did it. I don't think I did anything wrong."

Sun Wukong answered honestly, which made Subhuti's face turn red with anger.

The group from Guangfa chuckled to themselves. Monkeys are just monkeys; they don't understand human nature and are complete idiots.

I really hope that the patriarch will be furious and expel this stinky monkey from the sect. That would be the best outcome.

Subhuti's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. "Following one's own heart is also subject to the circumstances. You beat your senior brother, which is a heinous crime. I will punish you by making you face the wall in the back mountain for a year."

Before Sun Wukong could react, Guangfa and his group stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears.

What? This stinky monkey is only punished by facing the wall for a year?

This punishment is too lenient. No, it's not even a punishment; it's a reward.

What kind of place is the back mountain? It's a paradise of fruit trees, with peaches, pears, apples, and everything else you could want.

Sending monkeys to such places to stand facing the wall is simply ridiculous.

This monkey has only been a disciple of the sect for a few months, yet he is already so arrogant, beating up his senior brother and showing no respect for anyone.

If the patriarch indulges him again, won't Fangcun Mountain become the domain of this stinky monkey from now on?

Just as Guangfa was about to say a few words of advice, Subhuti's sharp gaze swept over him, making Guangfa shudder.

"Guangfa, and all of you, I taught you immortal techniques and Taoist arts so that you could pursue the Great Dao, not so that you could form cliques and bully your junior brothers all day long. From now on, you will be responsible for all the firewood and water on this Fangcun Mountain, and you are not allowed to use your magic power. Do you understand?"

Guangfa looked dejected, almost fainting from anger. He was forbidden from using his magic power; how could he possibly finish this task using only his physical body?

Guangfa saw that Subhuti was not joking; he looked very serious and could only nod.

"Disciple understands."

Subhuti then looked at Wujue, the boy, and said, "Wujue."

Wujue was taken aback, then quickly stepped forward and said, "Disciple is here."

"Although you are young, you are kind-hearted, diligent, and honest. This golden pill is for you."

Subhuti flicked his finger, and a perfectly round golden pill landed in Wujue's hand, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Wu Jue was stunned by the unexpected surprise when he saw the pill in his hand.

This is a golden elixir refined by the patriarch. Wujue vaguely remembers that his senior brother became an immortal after consuming this golden elixir.

In other words, if he attains enlightenment, can he also become an immortal?

Wujue carefully put away the golden elixir, bowed to Subhuti in gratitude, and said, "Disciple thanks the Patriarch for bestowing this treasure."

After Subhuti finished speaking, his body suddenly became illusory, turning into bubbles and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Guangfa glanced dejectedly at Sun Wukong and Wujue, then, not daring to linger any longer, turned and hurriedly left.

Wujue looked at Sun Wukong with admiration, "Junior Brother Wukong, what is your cultivation level? Senior Brother is an immortal, yet even an immortal is no match for you."

Sun Wukong waved his hand modestly and said, "It seems that I have only reached the perfection of the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao. It is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

On the nameless fairy island, Sun Wukong read countless books and knew that his abilities were nothing compared to those of a true master.

(End of this chapter)