All the heavens began with Huo Yi

Upon hearing Huang Mei's words, Su Er feigned interest, took the human seed bag out of his clothes, and looked at Huang Mei with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Huang Mei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his words had worked.

However, Suer quickly spoke up again, "Great suggestion, but I refuse. What I like most is refusing self-righteous and overconfident people!"

Upon hearing Su Er's words, Huang Mei realized he had been tricked. He was immediately consumed by rage and angrily retorted, "Without me, you can't get your Six Roots back!"

"Stop pretending! Keep pretending, I'll make you fly!" Su Er said, throwing an uppercut. "Don't you even know what a dirty trick is?"

After finishing, Su Er shook the blood off his hands and looked at the listless Huang Mei, laughing, "Guess who I met in Little Western Heaven? Forget it, don't bother guessing. With your current state, you'd be dead if you tried to use your brain."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mei thought to himself: Wasn't it because you beat him up?

“Let me tell you, your master is Maitreya Buddha.” After Su’er finished speaking, Huang Mei’s heart trembled, and he lowered his head, his heart already dead.

"Let me send you on your final journey!" Suer took the spiked club handed to him by his avatar. This was originally the hammer that Huang Mei used to strike the chime, but today it was used to end his life.

Little Western Paradise - Valley of Bliss.

After waiting for a long time, Bajie finally saw Su'er appear. He immediately ran to Su'er with a happy smile and said, "Good nephew, Uncle knew you could do it! Where is that yellow-browed brat?"

“Here it is.” Suer waved his hand and threw out Huang Mei’s corpse, which turned out to be a pile of mud.

Upon seeing this, Bajie thought to himself, "Good heavens, what did Huang Mei do to offend his nephew? How did he end up in such a sorry state?"

It's not surprising that Bajie overthinks this, since such a gruesome death is rare in Bajie's long life; usually, it's only a vengeful act by a mortal enemy.

Of course, there was no deep-seated hatred between Suer and Huangmei. The reason Huangmei became like this was simply because Suer was cautious enough.

Ever since witnessing Lingji's survival after being beheaded, Su'er has always aimed for the complete annihilation of any enemy expert he encounters, leaving no possibility of resurrection.

Just like with the Yellow Wind Great Sage before, Su'er dealt with it in the same way, because he was afraid of being bitten instead of killed.

“Although I’ve dealt with Yellow Eyebrow, that Nose-Sniffing Love is still in the Human Bag. We need to find someone who can open the Human Bag,” Su’er said to Bajie.

Pigsy scratched his head, thought for a moment, sighed and said, "Then we can only go to their ancestor Maitreya. Let's go back the way we came and find that old bastard."

"Marshal, Maitreya Buddha is waiting for us ahead," Suer said, pointing to the road ahead.

"Alright, alright, let's go quickly then."

A jade tree stands tall in the wind, the forest is covered in silver.

Riding the wind, gazing at the snowy scenery of Xiaoxitian from the sky is truly exhilarating. However, after Huangmei's death, the heavy snow has stopped. Presumably, after some time, when the warm sun shines, it will be full of life again.

After walking for about 15 minutes, from top to bottom, Suer found a bald monk kneeling in the snow.

That seems impossible. Yang Xian once said that if you encounter an impossibility, you are not far from the melon field. If you follow the waterway, you can jump off a cliff and reach the melon field.

"Marshal, we're almost there," Su'er said to Bajie, who was billowing black smoke beside him.

"Oh, really? Could it be that great monk?" Bajie scrutinized Bengbu's body closely and exclaimed, "Holy crap, what is this thing! A true Buddha has appeared in Little Western Paradise! A monk has actually cultivated a fleshy protuberance. Why don't we go down and take a look, my dear nephew?"

Suer nodded. "Alright, let's go down and take a look."

Upon closer inspection, it was even more astonishing: the fleshy protuberance grew from the six ordination scars and was as thick as a thumb.

Looking at his face, his eyes were like copper bells, his face was like a round plate, his ears were like palm-leaf fans, and his earlobes were as large as Maitreya Buddha's, making him look exactly like a virtuous and blessed Arhat.

"But can't it be a master?"

He had been kneeling in the snow, taking a nap, when he couldn't hear anyone calling his Dharma name. He slowly woke up, saw Su'er, nodded and said, "I dare not call myself a master. I am just an ordinary monk. May I ask who these two benefactors are?"

"I am the chosen one, here to retrieve the six senses. He is the Clean Altar Messenger, Zhu Bajie, here to help me find the six senses."

Unable to bear the mention of "Chosen One," he immediately widened his eyes, staring intently at Su Er, and stood up, saying, "Are you here to cause trouble for my master?"

"So what? Are you going to hit us?!" Seeing that he couldn't stand up, Bajie immediately stepped forward and shielded Su'er behind him.

"It is only right for me to share your burdens, and it is my duty to stop you two benefactors." As he spoke, he was about to take action.

Pigsy swung his rake and clenched his fists. "What a joke! We've already killed your master, what's one more? You thought you were some high monk? Turns out you're just another one who's been bewitched. I'll rake your head off!"

As he spoke, Pigsy was about to take his rake and start building.

"Wait a minute." Su'er grabbed Bajie and used a shock absorber to slow him down. "Listen to me."

After being pulled back, Bajie shook his shoulders and broke free from Suer's grasp. "What's the point of talking to him?"

Although Bajie said this, he had no intention of fighting again.

Seeing that Suer had something to say, Bajie put down his weapon. He was willing to listen to what Suer had to say, since he could continue fighting after hearing it.

"A teacher imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts. Has Huang Mei taught you any skills or answered any of your questions?"

Unable to hear Suer's question, he said, "Never. My master once wanted to pass on his skills to me, but I refused. Most of the scriptures my master preached were fallacies, not the right path."

"Then how can he be considered your master? Your master's innate qualities are the worst among all living beings; he is truly a notorious villain."

He calls himself a Buddha, but he's not even a monk. He has no good heart, no good deeds, and leads people astray.

As the saying goes, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. How can such a person be worthy of being your teacher?

Unable to hear Suer's words, he thought for a while, but finally shook his head, "My master and I may have taken different paths, but he is still my master."

"Although you did a good deed by eliminating my master, as his disciple, I cannot fail to avenge him!"

"Wait a minute!"

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Suer took a deep breath. He really didn't want such an upright and accomplished cultivator to die, so he planned to make one last effort.

Suer asked, "What does your master look like?"

"It looked like a child, with large earlobes, a round face, and a kind face. It resembled a Maitreya Buddha." After thinking for a moment, Bu Neng replied.