Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 655 - 656 No One Leaves (First Update)

“Ancestral Buddha Maitreya, the chief culprit this time is that Yellow-Browed Child. These little demons were coerced by him to do his bidding. Even if they are guilty, their crimes do not warrant death. From their appearances, they do not seem to have taken the Golden Cymbal and the Ruyi Qiankun Bag for themselves. Why add to the slaughter?”

“Yuan Hong, dare you obstruct me?”

A cold light flashed in Maitreya Buddha’s eyes as he stared at Yuan Hong like lightning.

“I dare not; I am merely offering a kind word of advice! The Buddhist Sect is supposed to be compassionate at heart; the main culprit has been removed, and these remaining ones are not guilty of grave offenses. Why pursue them to the bitter end?”

Yuan Hong spoke firmly, not showing the slightest bit of retreat. Sun Wukong had long instructed him that on the Journey to the West to Seek Scriptures, one must not indiscriminately kill the encountered demons. If there was a chance, they should be recruited into Flower-Fruit Mountain, and it wouldn’t be too late to strike down those who were truly obstinate.

Although these little demons had low Cultivation, it was possible that among them, there were those with exceptional talents, only unnoticed because they lacked good Cultivation Techniques. It would be a pity to let Maitreya Buddha kill them all with a slap!

“Good, very good!”

Maitreya Buddha laughed with rage, having heard about the affair involving the real and fake Yuan Hong at Spiritual Mountain. Though he hadn’t been there, he could imagine Yuan Hong’s anger. Now, it seemed that Yuan Hong’s feelings had moved beyond mere anger; he must have secretly pledged his allegiance to the Flower-Fruit Mountain Demon Cult, otherwise why would he persistently defend these little demons?

However, Maitreya Buddha could only think about this matter in his heart; he couldn’t bring it out into the open. Jiang Liu’er’s Journey to the West to Seek Scriptures still required Yuan Hong’s protection, and without evidence, Maitreya Buddha could not take any action against Yuan Hong.

“Yellow-Browed Child, I’ll leave these subordinate little demons to you to interrogate. If you cannot find out the whereabouts of the Golden Cymbal and the Ruyi Qiankun Bag, all the blame will rest on you!”

Maitreya Buddha stated coldly as he turned his gaze toward the Yellow-Browed King prostrating on the ground.

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The Yellow-Browed King shuddered, unable to suppress a shiver. He was well aware of Maitreya Buddha’s methods. Despite his usual cheerful appearance, which was all for show, once he turned hostile, his actions were merciless and cruel without exception!

King Huang Mei definitely didn’t want to be flattened into meat paste by a slap from Maitreya Buddha!

Driven by fear and anger, King Huang Mei took his minions aside and began to interrogate them one by one. He remembered that a minor demon had picked up the human-seed bag before presenting it to him, so it was very likely related to that demon. But after searching and questioning among his minions, he couldn’t find any trace of that particular demon, which made him panic.

If things went as he suspected, both the Golden Cymbal and the human-seed bag had ended up in that minor demon’s hands. The only question was, who had disguised themselves as that demon, and where they were now. Once Maitreya Buddha demanded answers, he feared he might not be able to save his own life today!

Escape!

He had to escape! Otherwise, his life was really over!

A thought arose in King Huang Mei’s mind. Glancing in the direction where Maitreya Buddha and the others were, he instructed his minions, telling them to scatter and run at his command. Whether they could save their lives or not was now up to fate!

Meanwhile, Yuan Hong had already untied Jiang Liu’er and the captured immortals and gods. After expressing their gratitude to Maitreya Buddha, they immediately inquired about the whereabouts of their magical treasures. However, upon checking the temple’s treasure vault, not only were the immortals’ and gods’ treasures missing, but all the treasures originally stored there were gone too, leaving the vault completely empty.

The immortals and gods were furious and were about to voice their outrage when a loud bang echoed through the temple, followed by a puff of smoke. Taking advantage of the smoke, a group of demons rushed out of the minor Thunder Sound Temple and scattered in all directions.

“Our treasures must be on those demons! Catch them, don’t let a single one get away!”

The immortals and gods shouted, ready to chase after the fleeing demons out of the minor Thunder Sound Temple, but they were stopped by Maitreya Buddha, “Until someone explicates the whereabouts of my Golden Cymbal and human-seed bag, no one is allowed to leave!”

Maitreya Buddha had already inspected the minor demons and found that neither the Golden Cymbal nor the human-seed bag was with them. He had also scanned the minor Thunder Sound Temple with his Divine Sense just moments ago to no avail. That left only the immortals and gods as the possible holders!

The minor demons lacked the power to create their own internal storage spaces, but the immortals and gods were different. It was possible that one of them had secreted the treasures away inside their bodies. Maitreya Buddha intended to search each one of them thoroughly!

The immortals and gods were annoyed. So what if Maitreya was the Future Buddha Ancestor of the Buddhist Sect? Not even Tathagata Buddha had the right to search them indiscriminately without evidence! They were immortals and gods under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court and had nothing to do with Western Heaven Spiritual Mountain. Between one Dao and one Buddha, who should fear whom?

“Gentlemen, you keep chatting, but we need to continue our journey to the West, so we’ll be taking our leave first!”

Yuan Hong chuckled, not waiting for Maitreya Buddha and the rest of the immortals and gods to respond. He gave the White Dragon a hard smack, and the Dragon Horse bolted out of the minor Thunder Sound Temple with Jiang Liu’er, while Yuan Hong and his companions hurriedly followed.

“That bastard! We were all called here to help him, and now that there’s trouble, he’s faster out the door than anyone else!”

The immortals and gods cursed inwardly but were helpless to do anything. They could only stand their ground against Maitreya Buddha and argue with reason.

Outside the minor Thunder Sound Temple, Jiang Liu’er and his fellow disciples hurried down the mountain. After running out for over ten miles, they finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped to rest.

“Big brother, it was the Great Saint who did it, wasn’t it?”

Zhu Bajie sidled up to Yuan Hong, his small eyes twinkling as he grinned mischievously.