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

Chapter 449 The Heartbreaking Tale of a Buddha's Exorbitant Demands

The Turtle Prime Minister looked Sun Wukong up and down and said, "Chieftain, now that we have the magical treasure, why not give our old neighbor a set of armor as well?"

At this time, Sun Wukong was still wearing a small Taoist robe, which was already somewhat tattered and did not match the golden Ruyi Jingu Bang at all.

"You old tortoise, you're quite generous when it comes to giving things away. But you're not wrong, this tattered Taoist robe is indeed unworthy of our good neighbor. Go and fetch my treasured spiritual treasure."

"Yes."

Prime Minister Gui left in a hurry, but returned shortly afterward.

With a wave of his hand, several glittering garments appeared in mid-air.

"This is the chainmail armor, this is the phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, this is the gold-inlaid heart-stabilizing hat, and these are lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes. Young friend Sun, please try them on."

"this"

Sun Wukong looked at the several pieces of clothing and was surprised. The spiritual aura emanating from each piece of clothing was in no way inferior to the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), clearly indicating that it was a set of supreme treasures.

Such priceless treasures were being given to him one after another, and even Sun Wukong was somewhat hesitant to accept them.

Ao Qing shook his head and smiled, walked closer to Sun Wukong, and whispered a few words in his ear. Sun Wukong's eyes widened suddenly, a look of surprise flashing in them, but then his expression immediately calmed down, and the doubt and unease he had just felt dissipated like the tide.

"Thank you, Dragon King, for bestowing this treasure."

Sun Wukong's doubts vanished, and he bowed in thanks.

"Try them on."

Sun Wukong donned a suit of armor, instantly transforming from a wild mountain monkey into a valiant and extraordinary warrior, like a war god descending from the heavens. Every gesture he made exuded domineering power, and his golden eyes pierced through eternity, shattering illusions and penetrating to the very essence of things!

But that was secondary. As he held the golden cudgel and put on all his armor, Sun Wukong could vaguely sense that the golden cudgel and each piece of armor contained an immense power.

But when he tried to find out, it was like a fog, impossible to perceive.

"Are your teachers your source of strength?"

Sun Wukong's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence as he murmured.

After taking the treasures and weapons, Ao Qing treated Sun Wukong to a good meal.

After a hearty meal, Sun Wukong returned to Flower Fruit Mountain.

But when the demon kings saw Sun Wukong, they could hardly believe their eyes.

This was still my eighth brother, who usually wore a Taoist robe, but now he had transformed and was even more imposing than Brother Niu.

"Brothers, what do you think of my armor?"

Sun Wukong was full of vigor and high spirits.

"Okay, very good."

The demon kings applauded enthusiastically, for this outfit seemed to have been born specifically for Sun Wukong.

After acquiring the magical treasure and donning the armor, Sun Wukong not only did not stop cultivating, but instead became even more diligent and hardworking than before.

He knew that weapons and armor were all external forces.

Relying on external forces will inevitably lead to failure; only one's own strength is true strength.

Time flies, and another three to five years have passed.

On this day, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, two streams of light flew to the Netherworld. They were none other than the self-corpse of Zhunti and the self-corpse of Jieyin.

In the underworld, two figures flashed by and appeared before the Gates of Hell.

The Gates of Hell are the first barrier in the underworld.

"Who goes there!"

Soon, the underworld generals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, led their troops out, surrounded Zhunti, and escorted him.

Zhunti and Jieyin let out a soft shout, releasing an extremely powerful aura from their bodies.

Where is the Emperor of Fengdu?

Ox-Head and Horse-Face were startled and realized they had encountered a powerful being. They quickly said, "We will go and inform them immediately."

A moment later, Mosquito Taoist strolled leisurely over from afar. Upon seeing Zhunti and receiving him, he chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "Little Mosquito, I pay my respects to the two sages. I would not visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. May I ask what brings the two sages to my Netherworld?"

Zhunti forced a smile. "After the Investiture of the Gods, the Dao Ancestor promised that the West would prosper. Today, my fellow disciple and I have come to seek help from the Underworld."

"Oh? If the two sages cannot accomplish this, how could my Underworld possibly do it? No, no, the two sages should seek another way."

Mosquito Taoist waved his hand decisively, not allowing Zhunti to take a single step into the gates of hell.

At this moment, the usually calm and composed Jieyin spoke up, "The will of Heaven is the great rise of the West, and this cannot be stopped by anything. Fellow Daoist of Fengdu, name your price."

In order for the great calamity to unfold smoothly, the guide has made preparations for massive bleeding.

What's a little bloodshed? As long as it brings prosperity to Buddhism and the West, cutting off a few pounds of flesh is nothing to be ashamed of.

Mosquito Taoist's lips curled up. "The Sage of Reception is quite straightforward. If you want the Underworld to help the West, then bring out twenty acquired spiritual treasures and one hundred Bodhi tree leaves."

In this era where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is increasingly dissipating, acquired spiritual treasures are becoming increasingly precious.

As for Bodhi tree leaves, they have the wonderful effect of helping people to attain enlightenment, making them extremely precious. Mosquito Taoist is clearly asking for an exorbitant price.

I thought Jieyin would try to negotiate, but to my surprise, he agreed readily, "Okay, I'll give it to you from the West, but only after the Underworld helps me complete my plan."

"Deliver half first, and the rest will be given after completion."

Mosquito Taoist almost laughed. Did they think he was a three-year-old? Trying to get something for nothing? Don't even think about it.

The guide looked toward Cundi.

Zhunti's face darkened. "Senior brother."

"Take it out."

Helpless, Zhunti had no choice but to take out half of the resources and give them to Mosquito Taoist.

After confirming that the items were genuine, Mosquito Taoist smiled warmly and said, "The Buddhist sect can act whenever it wants, and my Underworld will definitely cooperate fully."

"That's troublesome."

After thanking the guide, he directly led Zhunti away from the Netherworld.

"Senior brother, so many spiritual treasures, this..."

Zhunti had a mournful face and looked dejected and depressed.

The things from the West were hard to come by, and now they all have to be given to the Netherworld, which really makes Zhunti feel unbalanced.

"Don't worry, once Buddhism flourishes, everything we've lost will be reclaimed sooner or later."

The guiding voice was very firm.

In the Netherworld, Houtu, dressed in a long white dress, appeared beside Mosquito Daoist at some point. "In the Netherworld, you can choose not to help the West, and no one dares to say anything."

The voice is soft and pleasant, yet it exudes a powerful aura that invigorates the listener.

Mosquito Taoist laughed, "Empress Houtu, the result is the same in the end. If we can take advantage of the situation and plunder some resources from the West, why not?"

Houtu nodded. "That's true."

"So, what are your plans?"

"Why bother arranging anything? Just have the underworld personnel put on a show for us."

"acting."

Houtu looked puzzled.

But the Mosquito Taoist's smile deepened. "That's right, it's all acting, putting on a good show for the West!"

(End of this chapter)