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Chapter 47 I Have Nothing Lacked Now

Rolling yellow sand billowed, a howling wind blinded the eyes. The sound of the wind in the empty valley was even more miserable, like someone wailing. Eight hundred miles of desert, without an oasis or color, was a sight that grew depressing over time. The creatures trapped here, constantly facing this wind and sand, would either go mad or become foolish.

The headless old monk sat on the dark stone. The destiny was gathering at this moment, and he knew that the person with destiny had arrived here.

The headless old monk was not surprised by the arrival of the man of destiny. This was not the first monkey to come here to look for the six roots. So many monkeys came here in a hurry, what's the point? They didn't listen to me and rushed in rashly.

Just like Sun Wukong five hundred years ago, he couldn't see what he was sitting on, and he was hanging out with those lowly little demons. He couldn't see his identity or his class.

Even if you help this group of lowly and inferior monsters to obtain a decent position, what does it matter? They don't belong to this class in the first place, so won't they still come back in disgrace?
Whether human, animal, Buddha, or demon, all living beings have their own aptitudes, and they are ranked according to their superiority and inferiority, and cannot act arbitrarily.

He just looked down on these monsters who dreamed all day long and thought that they could enter the circle of immortals and Buddhas by practicing hard. Is that possible?

“Oh, man of destiny, man of destiny, please listen to my song——” the headless old monk began to chant his Shaanxi storytelling.

After the song was over, a shout was heard:
"Lingji, you are singing your mother's song!"

From the other side of the mountain, a gust of wind and sand rolled in. A monkey wearing golden armor and a red cape came over on the sand. He swung his fist at the headless old monk, and his fist was as powerful as the sky, falling from the sky.

Although Lingji Bodhisattva had lost his head, his spirit was still there. He felt incredible. The punch that came towards him was like chaos, with condensed energy and carrying the momentum of the creation of the world, powerful and majestic.

"This is impossible! How come this time's destiny person is so strong?!"

Lingji was setting up his troops in Huangfeng Ridge, but the monkeys he encountered were not very skilled in Taoism. They only had a few martial arts skills and were not even fully armed. They rushed in in a hurry, but in the end they were either shot through by archers or defeated by tiger vanguards.

The monkey this time was very different, as if it had made sufficient preparations.

His profound Taoism is not much different from that of Sun Wukong, and may even be better than that of Sun Wukong. Could it be that Sun Wukong has a twin brother?
"But a hozen is a hozen, and you have no weapons. What can you do with just your bare hands?"

Lingji Bodhisattva plucked the three-stringed instrument and swayed his body as if he was shaking his head.

"Ding--"

The melody produced by the plucking of the sanxian rippled in front, turning into countless flying waves and striking towards Wukong.

Wukong's punch carried the power to create the world. The wind from his fist distorted the space, and the surrounding sand dunes exploded, turning into fine sand and dissipating with the strange wind.

The so-called sound waves were no match for the power of heaven and earth. The headless old monk was suddenly attacked, his chest shattered, leaving a hole that was difficult to recover.

"hateful!"

Lingji stood there in a daze, touching the big hole in his chest with his hand in disbelief. He wanted to absorb essence to make up for the damage to his body, but found that he was missing a part of his soul and could not recover at all.

The monkey was extremely brave. With just this one punch, he caused the surrounding mountains and caves covering hundreds of miles of yellow sand to collapse. The distorted space was collapsing, absorbing countless rays of light and manifesting chaos, as if it was going to reopen the world. It was terrifying and shocking.

Ye Fan and others were shocked. Is this the power of the Monkey King? One punch shook the heaven and earth, and chaos came from his fist!

"Actually, the monkey is holding back." Nezha, witnessing this, grew excited. "It's not the end of the world yet. Everyone will instinctively hold back, lest the world collapse completely due to the aftermath of the fight."

If gods and Buddhas want to have a real fight, they can only go to the chaos to fight. The chaos is full of ruins, so there is no need to worry about fighting between two people and triggering the end of the world in advance.

Generally speaking, immortals and Buddhas don’t like to take action themselves when dealing with such conflicts. Everyone knows what tricks are used. Instead of a chaotic battle, it is better to arrange for disciples to debate with each other!

Sun Wukong shook his head and sneered: "Lingji, you have eaten many people, but why haven't you made any progress?" "The man of destiny? No! You are Sun Wukong!" Lingji Bodhisattva finally recognized him, and a part of his memory became completely clear.

A thousand years ago, Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, calling himself the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. He battled the Four Great Sages, including the Jade Emperor and Tathagata, and killed Taishang Yuanshi. However, he was exhausted and attacked by Tathagata, who put him in a confinement hoop and sealed him under the Five Elements Mountain.

His record of fighting against four masters and killing two ancestors completely established his reputation as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

"I didn't expect you to be still alive?"

Lingji Bodhisattva's consciousness locked onto Sun Wukong. The scene of Sun Wukong's corpse transformation was still vivid in his mind. He clearly did not have all six senses gathered, so why was he able to be resurrected?
Or maybe his mind was intact and he was resurrected with his broken body?
Regardless of whether Sun Wukong is dead or alive, this battle cannot be taken lightly, and he must fight this monkey with the ultimate attitude.

A monkey without a cage is too dangerous.

This monkey must be killed to allow the destined person to start over. The destined person who is destined to reincarnate must wear a tight headband before he can come out of the mountain!
Lingji waved his right hand, and Buddha's light gathered from his hand, then condensed into light dust, spreading in all directions. The headless Lingji made a deep voice, calling out to his head.

"Come on!"

The sound spread in all directions, penetrating every pore without any limit. The shouts were like the sudden thunder of spring, stirring up the divine creatures under the divine wind. Under the divine wind formation, the head of Lingji Bodhisattva suddenly opened his eyes.

In the Divine Wind Formation, Great Sage Huangfeng sat cross-legged, holding Lingji's head and meditating with his eyes closed.

Huang Feng once opened a shell in this head, dug out the brain, and made space to accommodate the root.

This instrument is like a ten-hole xiao, with seven holes in the front and two holes in the back. When you blow this instrument, you will hear sounds that you cannot hear yourself.

At this moment, Lingji's head emitted a red light. He opened his eyes and refined his roots in an instant.

Then, following a call, it quickly left the Yellow Wind Formation and flew towards the outside of Yellow Wind Ridge.

The Great Sage Huang Feng could not stop it. This force was incredibly strong. Even if he tried his best, he could not stop Lingji, who had already refined the power of hearing anger.

He could only fly in the direction of Lingji. This was the first time he had left the valley in five hundred years.

The Great Sage Yellow Wind chased Lingji's head. He heard Lingji's roar from the wind, and he kept calling for his head.

"Lingji is anxious!"

"Who on earth has driven Lingji so far insane? I see red smoke coming out of his head. He must be so anxious."

When Lingji was calling for the head, Sun Wukong ignored him. He sensed that Lingji's head was indeed flying towards him, and his six senses were flying with the head.

"Bodhisattva Lingji is quite kind. He sent the six senses here on his own."

"Although I don't know why you were resurrected, I can't let you continue to grow like this."

When the head flew towards him, Lingji distanced himself from Sun Wukong until a red light shot out from the horizon and landed steadily on Lingji's neck.

His head and neck fit together perfectly and were completely fused together. Lingji's voice had completely changed, and it seemed as if it had its own speakers.

"I have everything I need now!"

(End of this chapter)