We bear people have power

The small Zen temple remained as stable as Mount Tai, shrouded in a thin layer of red light, so that no matter how fierce the fire, it could not harm it in the slightest.

Without needing any explanation or task prompts, Guan Bo knew that Tang Sanzang lived inside.

Monkey King borrowed the Fire-Repelling Cover from the Heavenly King Guangmu, which only protected Tang Sanzang, but the people of Guanyin Temple who set the fire would have to suffer the consequences.

All of this is simply due to greed.

The people of Guanyin Temple coveted Tang Sanzang's precious cassock and plotted to burn Tang Sanzang and his disciples alive so they could seize the treasure.

But they encountered an even more ruthless Monkey King, who simply blew a whistle on the fire, burning the Guanyin Temple to the ground.

As the old saying goes, "If you don't court death, you won't die," which is absolutely true.

As Guan Bo was marveling at this, he heard the black bear spirit say, "There seems to be a treasure there."

"Big Bear, you just said you were coming to rescue someone."

Guan Bo looked like he'd seen a ghost. How could the fire-fighting hero suddenly turn into a thief who coveted money?

"Second brother, don't panic. Look at those monks, which one actually burned anything? This is someone with great magical power teaching them a lesson. Even if I left it alone, not many would die," the Black Bear Spirit said with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

Tens of thousands of alpacas passed by, bellowing, and Guan Bo's heart was shattered.

Before Guan Bo could stop him, the black bear spirit had already stirred up a gust of demonic wind and taken down the auspicious treasure.

This is the precious brocade cassock bestowed upon Tang Sanzang by Guanyin Bodhisattva on his journey to the West.

As the saying goes: A thousand ingenious pearls fall, ten thousand rare Buddhist treasures gather. Dragon whiskers are spread with colorful brocade above and below, and the edges of the robe are embroidered with brocade on all four sides.

Those afflicted by evil spirits will perish; those adorned with demons will enter the Yellow Springs. Made by a celestial being incarnate, only a true monk would dare wear it.

This brocade cassock, inlaid with seven precious stones, is impervious to water and fire, and can protect one from evil spirits. Guanyin herself told Tang Sanzang, "If you are willing to come here with a firm heart and wear my cassock, you will be spared from the cycle of reincarnation."

Putting everything else aside, its appearance alone is truly enticing. Although he knew this robe was prickly, Guan Bo couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. Sure enough, it was smooth and soft, with a slightly cool feel. On a hot day, wearing this robe would definitely be a pleasure.

However, Guan Bo knew that this thing would cause trouble, so he said to the black bear spirit, "Brother Bear, this treasure is no ordinary thing. It must belong to someone else. If we steal it like this, we might get into trouble."

"Within this vast territory, who have I, the Black Bear Spirit, ever feared? Even if they were celestial Arhats or Golden Immortals, they would have to ask if the iron spear in my hand could recognize them." The Black Bear Spirit was confident in his strength but didn't take others seriously.

This isn't bragging; this guy is a powerful demon who could fight the Monkey King for days and nights without a clear victor. Even ordinary Arhats and Golden Immortals might not be his match. But this time, he's not going to provoke an Arhat, but a Bodhisattva.

Even with the Monkey King's arrogance, he was still brought to the brink of death by Guanyin's headband. The Black Bear Spirit, who tried to fight her head-on, only ended up being captured and made a forest ranger.

Then it will truly prove the saying, "Protecting the forest is the bear's responsibility." I just hope I don't encounter a bald lumberjack who seems to know everything about astronomy, geography, and advanced technology; that would be a living hell, an endless torment.

Thinking of this, Guan Bo's hair stood on end, and he quickly said to the black bear spirit, "Big Bear, this is Guanyin Temple, and the appearance of this treasure here might have something to do with Guanyin Bodhisattva. If we offend her, we won't be able to deal with her. Black Wind Mountain isn't short of this treasure, and besides, you're not going to be a monk, why make trouble for yourself?"

This was nonsense, and Guan Bo naturally knew that. But to convince the black bear spirit, he could only resort to such far-fetched threats.

But the black bear spirit's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he grabbed Guan Bo's furry paw and said, "Brother, is what you're saying true?"

"This is just a guess." Guan Bo dared not say for sure. He was a "homebody demon." If he could really foresee the past and future, he would have been suppressed by Buddha long ago during this crucial period of Journey to the West.

"Whether it's real or fake, I'm determined to have this cassock." Hearing Guan Bo's speculation only strengthened the black bear spirit's resolve to seize the treasure.

Not only that, the black bear spirit brandished his black-tasseled spear, and a sentence was carved on the ground: "The one who took the cassock is the black bear of Black Wind Mountain!"

"Holy crap! Is this guy a time-traveling Wu Song?" Guan Bo felt a wave of dizziness. Even the Black Bear Spirit in the original story didn't act this recklessly. Why did this guy act like he'd flipped a switch the moment Guanyin Bodhisattva was mentioned?

Therefore, Guan Bo asked the black bear spirit, "Big Bear, could it be that you already knew Guanyin Bodhisattva, which is why you are not afraid at all?"

Upon hearing this question, the black bear spirit's expression immediately became awkward.

Guan Bo could tell from his expression that things were not simple.

This black bear spirit, who was not only associating with monsters, also had a close relationship with an old monk at Guanyin Temple, who even taught him the art of cultivating qi, allowing him to live to be 270 years old.

How could a monster that drinks and eats meat be associated with Buddhists?

Moreover, the old monk at Guanyin Temple is not a virtuous and eminent monk, but just a greedy and petty person, so naturally he has no chance of becoming a Buddha and converting demons.

Considering the original story, the black bear spirit was tamed and became the ranger of the Purple Bamboo Forest. Perhaps there is some connection between the two.

All these signs suggest that the black bear is hiding a secret related to Guanyin.

"It's pretty much a done deal. From now on, please call me Sherlock Bear." Guan Bo felt he had found the key to the matter. The Black Bear Spirit might have originally been Guanyin's subordinate, sent here to go through the motions, gain some prestige, and then get promoted within the system.

I had just imagined a 100,000-word plot from a political novel when the black bear spirit said, "Well... hundreds of years ago, I saw Guanyin Bodhisattva near Mount Ling. At that time, I was just a little bear who had just been injured. The Bodhisattva picked me up and healed me. I lay in the Bodhisattva's arms, looking up at her. I just thought the Bodhisattva was so beautiful and gentle, so I rubbed against her..."

"Wait, wait! Stop right there! If you keep going, it'll probably get a 404 error!" Guan Bo was stunned by this description.

It's easy to associate this with the Sorrowful Wind Cult.

Just imagining that scene made Guan Bo feel that his soul had been polluted.

Seeing the Black Bear Spirit's nostalgic expression, Guan Bo didn't dare tell him that Guanyin Bodhisattva was once a man.

"The Black Bear Spirit has fallen in love with Guanyin Bodhisattva, what can I do? I'm desperate too!"

With the embers still burning, Guan Bo, tears streaming down his face, was taken back to Black Wind Mountain by the Black Bear Spirit, awaiting the crushing wheels of history.