Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

He took out a peach from his Ruyi Qiankun Bag.

Sitting atop the hill, eating as Sun Qiong waited for the system's reward.

He did quite a lot during this ordeal.

The soul leaving the body and possessing the old abbot's body was also to bring out the brocade cassock and incidentally allow Wukong to kill the black bear demon.

Now that the goals have been achieved, it's time to reap the rewards.

Although it can't compare to recruiting directly from the pilgrimage team, this trip should still earn a good evaluation.

But even after waiting and waiting, and even though his wounds had almost healed, the reward still hadn't arrived.

"Could it be that the calamity at Guanyin Temple is not over yet?"

Sun Qiong thought for a moment, then leaped up from the mountaintop, stepped onto the clouds, and looked in the direction of Guanyin Temple.

Sure enough, flames were raging in that very spot.

The story begins when Sun Wukong obtained the cassock.

"Master, I have the robe."

Sun Wukong descended from the sky, carrying a cassock.

Xuanzang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar halo.

He can't lose this robe; he's going to wear it to Mount Ling.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, sir."

The old abbot, who had caught his breath, struggled to his feet and bowed to Xuanzang.

Xuanzang quickly tried to stop them, which caused another chaotic scene.

"Now that the old abbot has come back to life, we should continue our journey."

Xuanzang put away his robe and prepared to say goodbye.

However, the old abbot unleashed a powerful force, reaching out to grab Xuanzang: "Sir, you saved my life; how can I not repay such a debt of gratitude?"

After saying that, the old academy master immediately turned to look at Guangzhi and Guangmou.

The two hall masters reacted quickly, grabbing Xuanzang and crying out in gratitude.

Unable to bear the crying and fussing, Xuanzang had no choice but to agree to stay another day.

The old abbot stepped forward, knelt before Xuanzang, tears welling in his eyes:

"My disciple is truly unlucky."

Xuanzang was greatly surprised and quickly helped the man up: "What do you mean by that, Venerable Abbot?"

The old abbot stared at the cassock in Xuanzang's hand: "Sir, I just looked at this treasure as well, but my old eyes are too dim to understand it. Doesn't that mean I'm out of luck?"

This was a novel idea. Xuanzang hadn't expected that the old abbot would make such a request so soon after waking up.

Having lost it once, Xuanzang became even more attached to the cassock, simply shaking his head in refusal.

This time, Wukong vented most of his anger on the Black Bear Spirit, and didn't cause any trouble by insisting on giving the cassock to the old abbot.

"My disciple is truly destined to be unlucky."

The old abbot simply sighed and invited Xuanzang to stay.

Xuanzang considered that he had just refused to show his robe to others, and it would be too unreasonable to refuse again now, so he simply nodded in agreement.

After the four pilgrims left, the old abbot could only wail and cry.

The monks surrounded the old abbot, their faces filled with grief, tears streaming down their faces as well: "Master, why are you crying?"

The old monk raised his eyes and said, "I have no right to cry. I can't bear to see Tang Sanzang's treasure. I'm two hundred and seventy years old this year, and I've earned hundreds of cassocks in vain. How could I possibly have one of his? How could I possibly become Tang Sanzang?"

Guangzhi shook his head upon hearing this: "Father-in-law, Tang Sanzang has the ability to heal people and has saved your life. Moreover, his disciples and followers are also extraordinary."

The old abbot was now in tears, completely dazed, only able to utter:

"Firstly, I am blessed with immense good fortune; secondly, I am protected by Bodhisattvas and watched over by gods and Buddhas. Where did this life-saving grace come from?"

Upon seeing this, Guangzhi immediately realized that the old abbot had made up his mind.

So he gritted his teeth and said, "Father-in-law, it's easy to achieve long-term success. Although Tang Sanzang has some ability, he is outnumbered. We only need a few strong men to take up weapons, open the meditation hall, and kill him. Wouldn't that be a long-term plan for our descendants?"

Seeing this, the old monk was overjoyed and wiped away his tears, saying:

"Excellent! This plan is brilliant!"

After the monks had taken their weapons, Guangmou finally couldn't help but speak:

"This plan is not good. Although Tang Sanzang is easy to kill, the remaining few, apart from the hairy-faced one, are all strongmen from the Tang Dynasty in the East. If we fail to kill them, won't we bring trouble upon ourselves? I have a way to do it without weapons."

The old monk grabbed Guangmou's hand and said excitedly:

"My son, what can you do?"

Guangmou said, "In my opinion, we should drug them and take their robes. Then, give each of them a bundle of firewood, set fire to the three meditation halls, and leave them with nowhere to go. We can then burn them down. We can just say that they caused a fire and even burned down my meditation halls."

Upon hearing this, all the monks burst into laughter.

"Amazing! This plan is even better! Even better!"

So the group of monks gathered firewood, surrounded the meditation hall from front to back, and set it on fire.

Meanwhile, Xuanzang and his disciples rested for the night.

Only the practitioner focuses on preserving the spirit and cultivating the vital energy.

Suddenly, they heard voices outside and wondered, "It's so quiet at night, how can there be footsteps? Could it be thieves plotting against us?"

He jumped up in a flash, but when he turned around, he saw that the other two followers had also sat up and were holding their swords.

Wukong pointed at Xuanzang, and the two followers exchanged a glance, nodded, and remained silent.

With a sudden transformation, he became a bee, and only then did Wukong emerge from the room to get a clear look.

These monks, who were all smiles during the day, were now about to burn the four people alive in the meditation hall!

The pilgrim chuckled to himself, "These monks are plotting to kill us for the sake of the cassock. Watch me grab my stick and beat them all to death with one blow. But I was tricked by the Bodhisattva, so I should give him a good beating."

After pondering for a moment, Wukong somersaulted into the sky and went to meet the Four Duty Officers, the Six Ding and the Six Jia.

A short while later, a bee flew back into the cell.

"Master, wake up!"

Xuanzang was shaken awake in his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a monkey's head.

"Wukong, what time is it?"

When Xuanzang was awakened, he was still somewhat dazed.

The monkey laughed and pointed outside the door:

"Master, please keep your voice down. It's only the second watch of the night, but we have no choice but to get up now. The monks in Guanyin Temple want to kill us."

"Oh no! What should we do?"

Xuanzang was greatly alarmed, but fortunately he remembered the monkey's instructions and quickly lowered his voice.

Only then did he notice that the two attendants were also fully armed, ready to lead Xuanzang into battle at any moment.

"Master, don't worry, we'll risk our lives to get you out of here."

The monkey waved its hand and simply said:

"I'll give you a quick breath, and you can take the opportunity to leave from behind. Don't look back."

Xuanzang nodded repeatedly, not daring to speak.

The two attendants looked at each other, feeling that this monkey was slightly different from usual.

But this was not the time to pay attention to such things. The two clasped their hands in a fist salute to the monkey and protected Xuanzang behind them.

The monkey pulled out its iron rod and, with a shout, swung it out of the house.

The next moment, the iron rod flew and stirred, a gale swept through, and the monks outside were blown into a tumble by the gale before they could even be surprised.

The raging wind also caused the flames to rise, transforming into fiery snakes.

All that could be seen was thick black smoke, not a single star in the vast sky, while red flames billowed, illuminating the earth for miles.

What a magnificent Guanyin Temple, everything is bathed in red.

This scene gave the Six Ding, Six Jia, and Four Duty Officers in the heavens, who had just finished speaking with Wukong, quite a fright.

They didn't know why the fire was so intense, so they could only look around for Xuanzang.

Finally, they found the disheveled Xuanzang outside the temple.

Since Xuanzang was alright, the gods breathed a sigh of relief.

"All of this is thanks to Wukong."

Xuanzang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and clasped his hands together.

Sun Qiong, who was drifting away into the distance, was focusing her attention on the system.

Sun Qiong knew that Xuanzang could not die yet.

Otherwise, his system mission would end there, and the Buddha, who was investigating the cause, would not let him go.

With the golden headband on his head, Sun Qiong was always under the control of Buddha.

To find a solution to this problem, besides confronting the Buddha and Bodhisattvas directly, the only other option is to find the one who originally brought the golden headband.

"Don't worry, I'll come to Huangfengling to find you soon."