A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

What the hell?

Should Fairy Zixia take White Bone Demon as her disciple?

Monkey, are you a goofball?!

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the monkey, then sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I think you should find a female monkey. You're so obsessed with the White Bone Demon, have you ever thought that she might have a terminal illness?"

The monkey was stunned: "What terminal illness?"

Zhang Zhengdao: "You're infertile, and your lineage will become extinct."

Sun Wukong was furious and was about to attack, but after glancing at Zhang Zhengdao, he held back.

To fight when you can't win is to be mentally deficient, a symptom even harder to treat than infertility.

Zhang Zhengdao said, "Don't get angry. I have my reasons for saying this. Look, many demons have a physical form. They are all living beings who have cultivated themselves into demons. These living beings have a uterus that can carry a child to term. But if a demon is a skeleton, then the uterus of its physical form has rotted away. Even if it cultivates a physical body, it cannot cultivate a physique that can carry a child to term."

Sun Wukong glanced at Fairy Zixia.

Fairy Zixia was taken aback, then immediately touched her stomach and looked at Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao asked, "Will you only marry Bai Jingjing in your life?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

Zhang Zhengdao said, "I'm not!"

Sun Wukong went to see Fairy Zixia again.

Fairy Zixia angrily retorted, "What are you looking at me for? You can look at me for the rest of your life and you'll never get me to take a bunch of skeletons as my disciples. You damned monkey, you pervert, you don't even spare skeletons..."

Sun Wukong: "You're still just a lamp wick."

Zhang Zhengdao's face darkened. He glanced at Sun Wukong and said, "What are you saying? What are you thinking? You killed a White Bone Demon when you were at Black Wind Ridge, and now you want another one? What are you thinking?"

Sun Wukong said, "Daoist Master, you ate a pig, does that mean you won't be able to eat a pig next time?"

Zhang Zhengdao nodded: "That's right, the White Bone Demon is not this White Bone Demon."

Sun Wukong nodded: "Fairy Zixia, please do me a favor. As long as you take Bai Jingjing in, your affairs will be my affairs from now on."

Fairy Zixia said, "Where am I supposed to find a skeleton that's become a spirit? Get lost—"

Sun Wukong looked at Zhang Zhengdao and said, "Daoist, say something! As long as Fairy Zixia accepts White Bone Demon as her disciple, I'll do anything you ask."

Zhang Zhengdao: "Aren't you going to the Western Paradise?"

Sun Wukong said, "I don't even have the golden headband anymore, so what am I going to do in the Western Paradise? Protect the Tang Dynasty monks on their journey to the West? I told my fellow disciples that they can ask me for help if they need anything, but they'll have to fend for themselves on the way. As for whether the Tang Dynasty monks will be eaten by demons, I believe the Buddhist sect in the Western Paradise will make arrangements."

"Hiss—" Zhang Zhengdao gasped, "You know something?"

Sun Wukong sneered, "I'm not stupid."

“That’s true, but then you’ll never become a Buddha,” Zhang Zhengdao said.

"Become a Buddha? Hah, can you eat meat if you become a Buddha?"

Zhang Zhengdao said, "No."

Sun Wukong laughed: "Now I can."

Well, they see things much more clearly than I do.

Finally, Zhang Zhengdao asked, "Aren't you afraid of Buddha's revenge?"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "I haven't avenged the five hundred years of imprisonment I've been suppressed for yet. At worst, I'll just die and my cultivation will vanish. What am I afraid of? Besides... the White Bone Demon will be Zixia Fairy's disciple in the future, which means she'll also be your disciple, Daoist Master. Your disciple's man is a relative, so why wouldn't you protect her?"

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

I thought you had some backbone, that's what you were thinking, huh?

The monkey said ingratiatingly, "Daoist Master, Fairy Zixia cultivated before the Buddha for ten thousand years and then walked in the mortal world for a thousand years to wait for you. I, Old Sun, am also willing to wait five hundred years for Bai Jingjing. We should be brothers!"

Zhang Zhengdao: "Brother? Am I of a lower generation?"

Sun Wukong immediately knelt down: "Greetings, Master!"

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

Fairy Zixia: ...

Wasn't the Monkey King in A Chinese Odyssey supposed to be cool and aloof? How come he's become such a goofball in this version? Did his personality change drastically because he didn't marry Zixia?

Zhang Zhengdao said, "It's still uncertain. Let's wait until the White Bone Demon appears before we talk about it."

This is tantamount to agreeing, poor monkey.

Fairy Zixia looked at the monkey and said, "From now on, call me Master."

The monkey laughed and said, "Each of us has our own opinion!"

The monkey still has pride. Although he experienced the havoc in Heaven, was suppressed, and went on the journey to retrieve the scriptures with Tang Sanzang in a frustrating manner, he has become more obedient and shrewd. However, he still finds it difficult to call a woman his master.

Three days passed.

Zhang Zhengdao went to Chen the blacksmith's house.

The monk had already arrived at Chen the blacksmith's house. Seeing Zhang Zhengdao approaching, he smiled and said, "I thought you weren't coming."

Zhang Zhengdao said, "I just came to see if you can do it, and to watch the show."

The fat monk said, "You also ate meat and drank wine that day, but I was the only one who did the work. You have to give me three bowls of the wine that Chen the blacksmith prepared later."

There was a tree in the yard, and in the shade, Chen the blacksmith's fat son sat. In front of him were two things: a vat of water and a bronze mirror.

The monk looked at the water vat, shook his head, and said, "The water is clear, but it's barely usable."

He walked up to the bronze mirror, looked at himself, and said, "The mirror is usable, but it's only for the first time."

This made the blacksmith and his wife nervous, and they asked, "Should we change it?"

The fat monk shook his head: "Let's use it for now, and replace it when it doesn't work."

Zhang Zhengdao is familiar with this line of dialogue!

Zhang Zhengdao laughed: "Monk, are you afraid you'll mess this up? Blacksmith, if you don't do well this time, I'll just eat all the wine and meat today."

"Don't boast, don't boast. Watch me."

Suddenly, the fat monk walked up to the fat boy, abruptly raised his hand, lifted the boy up, turned his head towards the water vat, and demanded, "Your past life is over, why don't you go in this life?"

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the water vat, and the chubby boy's face, which was originally reflected in the water, transformed into another person's face in the ripples.

This man, wearing a black gauze hat, with a face as fair as jade and dressed in a red robe, looked like a handsome groom.

The chubby boy, who was being held down and struggling with his large body, suddenly fell silent when he saw this face.

The fat monk muttered, "In my previous life, I passed the imperial examination, but on my wedding night, a mutiny broke out. I died in the chaos of war, and my new wife was raped and then died tragically. I was filled with resentment, and after being reincarnated, one of my souls could not return to its place, so my five senses were incomplete and I was lost. Now that I have seen through my past life, why don't you hurry back?"

There was a splash in the water, the water rippled and splashed, hitting the chubby boy's face. The cool sensation made him exclaim "Ah!" in surprise.

The blacksmith and his wife were shocked and wanted to come over.

"Don't move forward!"

The fat monk shouted, stopping the couple. The couple dared not act rashly, fearing that something might go wrong. They watched anxiously as the monk pulled their son out from the water vat.

Zhang Zhengdao comforted them, saying, "Your son will take good care of you in the future."

This finally put the couple at ease.

The fat monk had already dragged the chubby boy in front of the bronze mirror and shouted, "Behold your beautiful wife's rebirth!"

When the chubby boy looked up, he saw in the bronze mirror a lady picking flowers and reciting poetry in a garden, accompanied by a talented young man. The two were reading a book together, reciting a poem together, and occasionally exchanging smiles.

The chubby boy's expression kept changing.

The fat monk beside him chanted: "All phenomena are like dew, lightning, bubbles, and shadows; past lives are but reflections in a mirror. The sea of ​​karma is boundless, and we are all bound by ourselves; the boat of the mind has a shore, and it is clear and empty. Yesterday's cause becomes today's effect; today's effect is tomorrow's spirit. Do not seek withered leaves on old branches; plant duckweed in new soil. The smoke and clouds on the Three Lives Stone dissipate; the grudges in the nine-curved intestines lighten. Brush away the thousand-year-old snow from my robes; wash away the ice from my brows and eyes. As long as the lamp of my heart shines on me, why should I look back and ask about the past? All phenomena are empty, not annihilated; a full moon reflects on the calm waves..."

As he read on, the chubby boy's expression gradually calmed down.

Then, with a cry of "Ah!", she fainted.

The blacksmith and his wife rushed over, and the monk placed the chubby boy on a chair and said, "It's alright, everything will be fine once he wakes up."

The blacksmith and his wife quickly knelt down to kowtow.

The fat monk said, "Just prepare the wine and food. You all take care of the son. I'll take the wine and food and go drink somewhere else."

Chen the blacksmith readily agreed.

The scene just now was too unbelievable. This fat monk seemed very powerful, how could he not believe it? With this kind of skill, even a celestial master couldn't do it.

The fat monk rolled up his sleeve and stuffed the food and wine inside, startling Chen the blacksmith once again and making him even more convinced. He watched as the monk and the Taoist priest leisurely left.

In Zhang Zhengdao's courtyard, monks and Taoist priests were drinking.

The monkey stood beside him pouring wine, occasionally tilting its head back to steal a sip.

The fat monk looked at the monkey and cursed, "You rascal! You've been stealing wine all along. You stole wine from the heavens, and now you want to steal my wine too. You're a thief for life!"

The monkey stared at the monk with its fiery eyes, almost blinded by the golden light emanating from the monk's body, and cried out in surprise.

"You monk, are you perhaps a demon?"

The fat monk laughed angrily: "Your cultivation is too weak, yet you blame others for hurting you? If you hadn't harbored ill intentions, how could I have hurt you? I think you... are not a lucky person at all."

The monkey protested, "Aren't you lucky?"

The fat monk got angry at this and cursed, "When Tang Sanzang rescued you from the Five Elements Mountain, you personally promised to protect him on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, but you gave up halfway. What kind of fortune does a person like that have?"

The monkey laughed loudly: "So you're acting as a go-between for my master? You know me so well, which bodhisattva or Buddha are you?"