I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Sha Wujing stood guard over the luggage from afar, gazing at the sky and praying for blessings.

Flames raged, and outside the Dry Pine Ravine, a sudden fire engulfed the entire valley.

The Samadhi Oil was originally the demon king's last resort, but it exploded under Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, turning into a rain of fire that smothered the world.

The Monkey King moved with lightning speed, forcefully breaking through the sea of ​​fire, but when he landed, his eyes were completely black, and the world was filled with endless darkness.

"Damn monster! What happened to Old Sun's eyes...?"

Sun Wukong covered his face, staggered and knelt on the ground. The fire poison felt like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, drilling straight into his brain along his meridians.

His fiery eyes, originally a gift from birth, capable of discerning truth from falsehood and breaking illusions, were now completely sealed by smoke and fire poison, leaving him with nothing but emptiness before him.

The backbone of the pilgrimage team was broken in that instant.

Above the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva's white robes were as white as snow, and her willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

She was touring Putuo in the South China Sea when she suddenly sensed danger on her westward journey and rushed over.

The vase was held in the palm of the hand, and with a gentle wave of the willow branch, a stream of clear spring water poured out of the vase, extinguishing the remaining flames.

The Bodhisattva bent down to help Sun Wukong up, her jade finger touching his brow to examine the inside, but her expression suddenly changed.

"Wukong, don't panic.

"Your master has arrived."

Guanyin's voice was gentle, yet carried a subtle hint of solemnity.

She took out the clean bottle and examined it carefully. The bottle, which should have been crystal clear, was actually shrouded in wisps of black mist.

"This...when was the bottle tampered with? Samadhi oil is not poisonous, someone must have put something in the bottle."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong was so angry that his teeth itched: "Bodhisattva! Was it that demon king who tricked me? I'll skin him alive!"

He struggled to get up, but everything went black and he fell down again.

Guanyin sighed, pulled him into her sleeve, and transformed into a golden light, heading straight for the Dry Pine Stream.

In the ravine, the three members of Tang Sanzang's group were already in complete disarray.

Pigsy, carrying the luggage, grumbled, "Master, where's Monkey King? The fire's burning so bright the sky's red, I hope he's alright?"

On the surface, Sha Wujing wiped away his tears and muttered, "Brother, please don't abandon us." But in his heart, he was secretly delighted: the journey to the West was fraught with peril. If Sun Wukong went blind, the pilgrimage would probably be delayed for several years. Sha Wujing's hard days would finally be over.

Guanyin appeared and gently put Sun Wukong down.

Tang Sanzang hurriedly stepped forward and kowtowed: "Bodhisattva, have mercy and save my eldest disciple's life!"

The Bodhisattva nodded, took out a willow branch, and lightly touched it in Wukong's eyes.

As the cool air entered his body, the Monkey King cried out in pain, barely managing to open his eyes a crack, only to see a blurry black shadow.

"The fire poison has penetrated into the marrow, and it takes ten drops of the Three Lights Divine Water to eradicate it completely."

Guanyin murmured to herself, and only four drops remained in the vase, crystal clear like dewdrops, emitting a faint fairy light.

"It takes a year to refine only two drops. If I have to refine them myself, the journey to the West will probably be delayed by three years."

Three years? Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's anger flared up again: "Bodhisattva! I can't wait! The Western Paradise is right before our eyes, how can I be delayed by mere fire poison?"

He pounded the ground and roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the withered pines in the ravine and causing them to shed their leaves.

Guanyin knew that this matter concerned the great cause of the Journey to the West, and that the reputation of Buddhism could not be lost. She immediately made a decision: "Wukong, rest easy. I will go and borrow the divine water. I will not let you down."

With a wave of his sleeve, the Bodhisattva sent four drops of divine water into streams that flowed into Wukong's eyes.

The monkey king felt a cool sensation, and the pain eased slightly. Although his vision was still blurry, he could make out the outlines of people.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva... but when will my eyes be able to see the light of day again?"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Guanyin did not answer, but turned and transformed into a rainbow, heading straight for the Lingxiao Palace in Heaven.

The Queen Mother of the West was sitting in the Jade Pool, where the new branches of the peach trees were just beginning to unfurl. Although the old story of Marshal Tianpeng's disruptive banquet had subsided, rebuilding the tree garden had consumed most of her wealth.

The Three Lights Divine Water was originally a treasure of the Jade Pool, a single drop of which could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. Now, the bottle is empty.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother of the West, this humble monk pays his respects."

Guanyin appeared, put her palms together in greeting, and went straight to the point: "On the journey to the West, Wukong was poisoned and blinded, and needs ten drops of the Three Lights Divine Water to cure him."

"May I be so bold as to ask to borrow this item? I promise to repay it double in the future."

Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother narrowed her phoenix eyes and sighed, "Bodhisattva, how could I not know that the great undertaking of the Journey to the West is related to the Heavenly Way? It is only because the peach tree was burned down that all the divine water was used to irrigate it, which is why it has been revived today."

Not a drop remains in the Jade Pool; there's truly nothing more we can do to help.

She paused, then lightly tapped the air with her jade-like finger, revealing a map of Wuzhuang Temple: "However, the divine waters of the world are not limited to the Jade Pool alone."

Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of the Earth Immortals. Under the Ginseng Fruit Tree is the Three Lights Spring, which can produce twelve drops a year.

You might as well give it a try.

Guanyin thanked the Queen Mother, bid farewell to the Heavenly Court, and went straight down to Wuzhuang Temple.

Ancient trees reach for the sky outside the pavilion, and the fragrance of fruit wafts through the air.

Zhen Yuanzi, with his flowing white beard, sat upright in the hall, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures. He was none other than the Primordial Immortal who had always been at odds with Buddhism.

He looked up and saw Guanyin visiting, and snorted coldly: "What brings the Bodhisattva to Wuzhuang?"

“Brother Zhen Yuanzi, this humble monk has a secret that is difficult to tell.”

Guanyin got straight to the point, explaining that Sun Wukong had been poisoned, and promised: "If you lend me six drops of divine water, this humble monk is willing to return two or even three times the amount, and I swear by the great vows of Buddhism that I will never break my promise."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and laughed, his laughter tinged with mockery: "Bodhisattva, what does your Buddhist journey to the West have to do with me, an Earth Immortal? Back then, during the battle of the Intercepting Sect, you Kunlun disciples stood by and did nothing, and now you want to borrow my Three Lights Spring? Hmph, not a chance!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the temple gate slammed shut, and the fragrance of fruit vanished instantly: "Leave quickly and do not disturb my peaceful cultivation."

Guanyin's heart sank, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi had deep-seated resentment. During the Investiture of the Gods, the Earth Immortals and the Buddhist and Taoist sects were entangled. Borrowing water this time was tantamount to reopening old wounds.

Unwilling to linger, she bowed and took her leave, vanishing in a flash of light.

Left with no other choice, the Bodhisattva remembered his former master and flew directly to Kunlun Jade Void Palace.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable sat upright on a cloud bed, with the Twelve Golden Immortals lined up on both sides, and the palace was filled with celestial energy.

Guanyin knelt and kowtowed: "Master, your disciple is guilty. I beg to borrow the Three Lights Divine Water for the sake of the Journey to the West..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Primordial Celestial Venerable struck his jade ruyi, and a thunderous sound rang out: "How dare you! You joined the Buddhist sect back then, betraying Yuxu, and are no longer one of my disciples."

Now they come seeking help again; do they intend to drag Kunlun into the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism?

His gaze was piercing, carrying the old bond between master and disciple, but even more so disappointment and anger: "Get out! If you don't leave, don't blame your master for being ruthless."

A golden light, like a whip, lashed across Guanyin's shoulder. The Bodhisattva groaned, and blood seeped from her white robes.

She endured the pain, kowtowed and withdrew, knowing that her master had completely severed ties with her.

The journey to the West was already fraught with danger, and now even his former master's sect had turned him away. The Bodhisattva's heart was breaking.

When we returned to Kusongjian, it was already dusk.

Sun Wukong leaned against the stone wall, listening intently to the wind, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Guanyin appeared, her face pale. Tang Sanzang hurriedly stepped forward: "Bodhisattva, how are you?"

"This humble monk is incompetent and cannot borrow the divine water." Guanyin explained in a low voice, then took out a willow branch to replenish Wukong's pure energy: "I can only refine two drops a year, and it will take three years to gather enough."

"Wukong, be patient for now, and the Journey to the West will never end."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong, though blind, felt his heart burning with rage: "Three years? Bodhisattva, do you think I'm made of clay? The Western Paradise is just one step away, how can I wait three years for this damn fire poison!"

He suddenly stood up, swung his golden cudgel, smashing rocks to pieces, and roared, "The Buddhist cause? Hmph, I, Old Sun, think this cause will become a joke sooner or later! If you don't give me back my eyes, I'm going back to Flower Fruit Mountain right now and I'm not going to fetch any more of this bullshit scriptures!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang quickly advised, "Wukong, don't be rude."

The Bodhisattva's compassionate heart...

Pigsy chimed in, "Brother Monkey, three years is fine. It's good for us brothers to take a break."

Only Sha Wujing lowered his head and remained silent, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: Three years... the trials and tribulations of the Journey to the West are finally coming to an end.

He wiped away his tears and said, "Brother, don't be angry. Sha Wujing is willing to share your burdens."

But in his heart he thought: Share the burden? Old Sha would love for this road to never end.

Seeing this, Guanyin knew that a rift had formed within the team, and sighed that the Buddhist chess game had taken another turn.

She sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, silently reciting the Rebirth Mantra, trying to calm people's hearts.

As night deepened, in the withered pine ravine, only the low growl of the Monkey King and the sound of the wind rustling through the pines could be heard.

Meanwhile, far away in the ancestral land of humanity, beyond the Nine Heavens, a hidden black shadow quietly descended.

That was Jiang Wang, a key figure in the undercurrents of the Journey to the West. He was supposed to fake his death and escape during the battle at the bottom of the sea, but now he has infiltrated this forbidden land of the human race by relying on a Three Sovereigns' Decree.

The ancestral land is the origin of the human race. It was personally forged by the Three Sovereigns at the beginning of chaos, and the Primordial Purple Qi was hidden here, guarded by the Tongtian Sect Master.

Jiang Wang was dressed in a black robe, his face was pale, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and the Three Emperors' Token in his hand shone with golden light.

"Who is coming?"

At the entrance to the ancestral land, shrouded in mist, three figures appeared: Fuxi, Suirenshi, and Shennong.

The Three Sovereigns' majesty remained undiminished. Fuxi held the Eight Trigrams diagram, Suirenshi's palm flickered with fire, and Shennong leaned on his medicine staff, his eyes blazing.

Jiang Wang cupped his hands and took out the Three Emperors' Decree: "Your Majesty, Jiang Wang greets you."

This decree was bestowed by the former Human Emperor, requesting entry into the ancestral land to meet the Tongtian Sect Master.

The three emperors exchanged a glance, and Fuxi nodded: "With the decree of the three emperors appearing, the ancestral land will open itself."

"Fellow Daoist, please come in."

They led Jiang Wang deeper into the cave, through layers of chaotic barriers, until they arrived at a cave dwelling shrouded in purple mist.

The figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader was blurry, sitting cross-legged in the void, surrounded by sword energy, but he did not appear.

The Three Emperors bowed and said, "Master, Jiang Wang requests an audience."

Jiang Wang went straight to the point: "Master, I have come here seeking a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi."

"Not for personal gain, but for the great cause of alchemy."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three emperors: "As the three emperors also know, I wielded the Three Lights Divine Water, intending to use the power of the Journey to the West to stir up trouble."

However, Heaven is merciless; only by refining the Primordial Chaos Pill with this purple energy can one directly attain the Primordial Great Dao.

Upon hearing this, the three emperors' expressions all changed.

Suirenshi's fiery eyes flashed: "Primordial Purple Qi? Fellow Daoist, this Qi is the origin of the Heavenly Dao. If you take it to prove your Dao, you will become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao and lose your freedom forever."

"Back then, many of the immortals of the Jie Sect used this energy as bait. Why are you doing this?"

Shennong stepped forward with his staff, his voice deep: "The ancestral land of the human race, where purple energy has been hidden for a thousand years, not for alchemy, but for protection of the Dao."

"Your Primordial Chaos Pill... could it truly evade the shackles of Heaven's Dao?"

The Fuxi Bagua diagram subtly rotated, revealing heavenly secrets: "Jiang Wang, you faked your death to avoid disaster and sneaked into this place; your intentions are not small."

If it is the Primordial Chaos Pill, it is rumored that this pill can directly lead to the Saint Realm without the permission of the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Three Sovereigns were pleased that the younger generation of humanity had ambition, they feared that your actions would invite a siege from the Buddhist, Taoist, and Heavenly Courts.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, and the Three Lights Divine Water rippled in the bottle, reflecting a purple glow: "Three emperors, how could Jiang Wang not know the danger? But the great cause of the Journey to the West has become a game of chess between Buddhism and Taoism, and I am just an idle piece."

When the Primordial Purple Qi enters the elixir, it can transform the Heavenly Dao into one's own power, refining it into the Primordial Chaos Elixir. This is not a puppet, but a true saint.

"I beg the three of you to grant my request and introduce me to the leader."

The three emperors were shocked upon hearing this.

Suiren murmured, "The Primordial Elixir...directly leads to sainthood? Under the Heavenly Dao, such a method actually exists?"

Shennong slammed his staff down, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "If the human race obtains this pill, they may be able to restore the glory of their ancestral land."

Fuxi nodded, and purple energy surged within the Bagua diagram: "In that case, the Three Sovereigns are willing to lend a hand."

"Master, Jiang Wang is sincere; may you bestow upon me some Qi?"

Inside the cave, the sword energy trembled, and the Tongtian Sect Leader's voice boomed like a bell: "Jiang Wang, you are cunning and scheming. You used the Three Emperors' Decree to enter my territory and seek purple energy to refine pills."

Hmph, although the Jie Sect has been defeated, its lingering influence remains.

This energy was originally meant to protect the descendants of the Jie Sect. If you refine the Hunyuan Pill, you must assist the human race and disrupt the Journey to the West before you can obtain it.

Jiang Wang kowtowed: "Your Excellency is wise, Jiang Wang will obey."

A wisp of purple energy descended from the void, like a dragon entering the sea, and entered the jade bottle in his palm.

Upon seeing this, the Three Sovereigns breathed a sigh of relief, yet were also filled with worry: once this action was taken, the Buddhist and Taoist Heavenly Court would surely be thrown into turmoil once more.

Deep within the ancestral land, purple energy surged. Jiang Wang put away the bottle, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

The journey to the West is fraught with danger, and this seemingly idle man has already made his move. Three years later, the pilgrimage team may face an even greater storm.

In the withered pine ravine, Sun Wukong sat leaning against a rock, his murmur echoing in the darkness: "Three years... I can wait, but Buddhism, you owe me, and you must repay!"

Under the moonlight and with the babbling of the stream, the cracks on the journey to the West quietly widened.

The pain Sun Wukong felt after losing his sight was not something that happened overnight.

The fiery poison was like a carbuncle clinging to the bone; every midnight, it felt like a thousand needles piercing his eyes, forcing him to roll on the ground in agony.

At first, he forced himself to practice the Somersault Cloud technique, trying to find his way by sensing his surroundings. However, after one leap, he crashed into the mountain wall and was covered in blood.

Upon seeing this, Pigsy slapped his thigh with delight: "Brother Monkey, your fiery eyes, which used to be so arrogant, are now like a blind monkey."

Come here, let Pigsy carry you on his back!

Upon hearing this, Wukong flew into a rage and swung his staff. Bajie covered his head and ran away, crying out, "Ouch, Master, save me! Brother Monkey is going to kill me!"

Tang Sanzang chanted sutras and prayed for blessings every day, his forehead still covered in incense ash, chanting "Amitabha" in his mouth, but his heart was filled with anxiety: if his eldest disciple did not recover, when would the journey to the West be completed? On the surface, Sha Wujing cooked porridge and medicine, added firewood and stirred the fire, but in reality, his mind was wandering, thinking to himself: if my senior brother goes blind, when demons attack, it will never be my turn to charge into battle.

In these three years, I might be able to get a few more jars of wine to drink.

He occasionally stole glances at Sun Wukong. Although the monkey was blind, he was sharp-eared and sharp-eyed and could detect the slightest abnormality. Sha Wujing could only smile apologetically and say, "Brother, the porridge is ready. Come on, open your mouth."

After Guanyin left, the Bodhisattva traveled swiftly to the Jade Pool in Heaven, where the Queen Mother's sighs still echoed in his ears.

The reconstruction of the peach tree was a matter of prestige for the Heavenly Court, so it was only natural that it would consume divine water.

When the Queen Mother presented the map, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes: The Buddhist journey to the West ultimately requires the help of others; this Zhen Yuanzi is likely a tough nut to crack. (End of Chapter)