Chaos Spirit Field

Long Shisi asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Master, is it worth offending Maitreya Buddha for a broken lamp?"

Zhao Shanhe replied solemnly, "Little Fourteen, that was the justice I sought for the souls of those who died thousands of miles away. Go clean up this Maitreya Temple and turn it into a Guanyin Monastery."

"Master, you are trying so hard to please Guanyin Bodhisattva, do you want to have sex with her?" Long Shisi said with a grin.

Zhao Shanhe's face darkened and he scolded, "Little Fourteen, you really have no memory at all. Don't you know that words can cause trouble? You've said too much today."

"Master, men treat women well just for that reason, that's what you said before. That girl Guanyin Bodhisattva is a top beauty, only slightly inferior to Cuilan."

Zhao Shanhe said to one of them, "Avalokitesvara, Little Fourteen likes to talk nonsense, don't take it to heart."

Before he could finish his words, Long Shisi suddenly realized that the sound coming out of his mouth had turned into a horse's neigh. Even more terrifying was that he had developed a strong interest in the yellow sand on the ground and began to eat it with big mouthfuls. He thought to himself, "That little Guanyin Bodhisattva is really vicious. My master is so mean, not even giving me a warning."

The figure of Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly emerged and said expressionlessly, "Xuanzang, this time I must teach this despicable dragon a lesson. I will not show you any mercy anymore."

Zhao Shanhe echoed, "Long Shisi is indeed a bit of a mess. I still need to go and pray for the souls of the deceased. Please do as you please."

Guanyin Bodhisattva watched Zhao Shanhe's departing back, and an inexplicable thought came to her mind. Could it be really like what Long Shisi said? Should she agree? She hurriedly chanted "Amitabha" several times before she calmed down.

Zhao Shanhe certainly did not have any evil intentions. His current identity was a pilgrim seeking Buddhist scriptures. The only person in Buddhism who was familiar with him was Guanyin Bodhisattva, so it was natural that good things would benefit those he knew.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the thousands of miles of white bones and suddenly began to question Buddhism. Zhao Shanhe walked over and said to her, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddhist teachings are good, but there are always monks who recite the scriptures incorrectly and recreate the Buddha's golden body. Don't they realize that this is a form of blasphemy? Some people don't understand, and some Buddhas don't understand either."

When Guanyin Bodhisattva heard this, his face was filled with melancholy, and he could not help but sigh: "Xuanzang, Buddhism has indeed changed now. It is not as good as before."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "Bodhisattva, instead of sighing here, why not reform Buddhism? This is the reason why the Buddha Mother chose me as the one to seek the scriptures."

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed and said, "You are right. Buddhism should indeed be reformed. Xuanzang, you are now just like the Buddha in the past."

Zhao Shanhe laughed self-deprecatingly, his tone tinged with bitterness and helplessness. "What Buddha? Whether you can even reach the Great Leiyin Temple is still unknown. The Emperor of Heaven won't allow it, the Buddha won't allow it, and the saints won't allow it. If at all possible, it's best if you don't get involved in this mess."

A wry smile crossed Guanyin Bodhisattva's face. She sighed and said, "I have long been abandoned by the Buddha. Just as you said, we are now like grasshoppers on the same rope. We rise and fall together. I have no way out. I can only accompany you on this path until the end. At worst, I can reincarnate and cultivate again. If that day ever comes, I can only wait for you to save me."

Zhao Shanhe took Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand and said, "If that day ever comes, I will marry you. Actually, there's no need to be so pessimistic. We're not without a chance of success. At least, we still have a way out. The people of this area, a thousand miles away, have suffered the devastation of the Maitreya Temple. This is the perfect opportunity to recruit believers. Whether we can restore Buddhism's reputation depends on how you, the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, act."

Upon hearing this, a glint of determination flashed in Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes. She no longer clung to her old, outdated notions, but instead used her magical powers to build the Guanyin Temple. The souls Zhao Shanhe had saved returned to their homes to reunite with their loved ones, speaking of Guanyin Bodhisattva's compassion and kindness, earning him widespread praise and favor.

Yuan Hong and Tian Peng returned together. On the way, they encountered many people walking towards Huangfeng Ridge, their faces filled with joy. They showed no fear at all when they saw them, but instead came forward to pay their respects and express their gratitude. The two were very surprised, like a monk with two heads held high, scratching their heads.

Zhao Shanhe was chanting sutras outside the Guanyin Temple to pray for the souls of the dead. When he saw the two men return, he said, "Wukong, Bajie, do you admit your mistakes?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong and Tian Peng hurriedly knelt down and replied in unison: "Master, I know I was wrong!"

Zhao Shanhe sighed and said, "There is nothing wrong with being competitive, but if you delay your important work because of it, it will be a great sin. You two have made great contributions in exorcising demons and monsters this time, so I will not punish you this time. After I have liberated all these souls, we will continue on our journey to obtain the scriptures. You can go." After saying this, he closed his eyes and continued to recite the scriptures.

The two exchanged glances, secretly breathing a sigh of relief, then stood up and left. They wanted to know what had happened, so they approached Long Shisi, who was eating yellow sand, to ask. Yuan Hong asked, "Long Shisi, where is the Yellow Wind King?"

Long Shisi saw Yuan Hong return and quickly communicated with him through his soul. He said aggrievedly, "Big Brother, the master and that little bitch Guanyin Bodhisattva are teaming up to bully me. Please help me break the restriction. This yellow sand is too disgusting."

Yuan Hong smiled and said, "Long Shisi, you're talking nonsense again. It's easy to break this restriction. But I, Old Sun, can't afford to offend Master and Guanyin Bodhisattva. What about the Yellow Wind King?"

"I kicked that yellow-haired monster to death."

Tianpeng said, "Bastard dragon, you don't know it's shameful. You should use your brain when you brag. The Yellow Wind King is at the Golden Immortal level. Although he is a little weak, you can't kill him. It's terrible to be uneducated. Read more books."

"You fat pig, provoking me is useless. I know this but I won't tell you. I'm just giving my eldest brother face. After the yellow-haired monster chased you away, he went to show off in front of the master. The master wouldn't tolerate him and kicked him away. If it weren't for the master's abstinence, he would have kicked him to death. He was not convinced and blew on the broken lamp until his throat was smoking, but the master remained as steady as an old dog, not moving an inch.'"

Yuan Hong asked in confusion: "Long Shisi, Master's strength is indeed good, but he shouldn't be completely unmoved by the Samadhi Divine Wind."

"Big Brother, use your brain more in everything. Master has the Wind-Fixing Beads that I contributed. The yellow-haired monster thought the Buddha had come, but after hearing Master's words, he committed suicide out of shame."

Tianpeng and Yuan Hong felt frustrated after hearing what Long Shisi said.