Under the earnest instruction of Xu Que holding a Zen staff, Monkey quickly accepted the fact that he became Tang Sanzang's great disciple.
"Okay, from today on, your name will be Kakarot."
"No...Master, I have a name. My name is Sun Wukong."
"That name has become a thing of the past. Now you are called Kakarot."
Fuck you, Sun Wukong!
You think Sun Wukong, what do I think?
Xu Que has not forgotten that he also has a clone who is Sun Wukong from the Zhatian Gang.
Sun Wukong felt aggrieved: "No, you are unreasonable... Okay, from today on, my name will be Kakarot. Master, let's go on the road together!"
"Well, that's right. Don't worry. I took out the Zen staff not to scare you, but because my hands are itchy and I want to play with it occasionally."
As Xu Que spoke, he waved his Zen staff casually.
With a "bang", the boulder as tall as a person next to him was smashed into pieces.
Sun Wukong, no, Kakarot took a breath of air and was shocked.
what's the situation?
Doesn’t it mean that all the cultivation levels that come to the trial will be banned?
Aren’t all monks particularly good at convincing people with reason?
No matter how you look at the person in front of you, he doesn’t look like the type to convince others with reason!
After recapturing Sun Wukong, Xu Que began to lead the charge, heading towards the west.
When he came here, he brought a package with him, which contained a map showing the path to the West.
"System, check where this is. I always feel something is wrong." Xu Que ordered while looking at the map.
After about three seconds, the system gave a reply.
"This place is the realm of memory for those who become gods."
"The realm of memory?" Xu Que was stunned for a moment, and after some questioning, he finally understood the true nature of a normal trial.
The place where he is now is a continent called Dongshen, and on this continent, demons and humans coexist, and immortals are otherworldly and ignore worldly affairs.
As a monk who practices Buddhism intensively, he feels the suffering of the people, so he decides to go to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West to obtain the true scriptures and save all sentient beings.
And all of this is actually an illusory existence, an illusion built based on the memories of ancient Buddhas.
"Wow, the ancient Buddha was so strong back then? How could he actually build such a huge illusion?"
Xu Que was amazed, looking at the plants and trees around him, they were almost indistinguishable from the real ones.
He has experienced several illusions before, including when he was fighting for the inheritance of the ancient Buddha, and even spent a long mortal life in it.
But that was only limited to the territory of one country, and the scope was far from as large as it is now, and it has reached the level of a continent.
"In other words, did this ancient Buddha really experience the experience of seeking scriptures from the Western Heaven?" Xu Que was even more concerned about this point.
"Reply to the host, what you are experiencing now are all the personal experiences of those who became gods."
"Well, it seems that I am not the only one who has traveled through time."
One person and one monkey embarked on the journey to the West, and Xu Que received relevant prompts intermittently along the way.
If you want to pass the trial, you have to go through the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.
And every trialist, regardless of their level of cultivation, will be banned from cultivation and spend this long journey as a mortal body.
On the way, you need to subdue four disciples and serve as your protectors to reach the West.
To put it simply, the entire background story is almost exactly the same as Journey to the West.
But I don’t know if it’s a loading error or not, but my great disciple’s personality is completely different from what he said in his records.
The two of them walked forward and soon met a group of robbers.
"I planted this mountain! I planted this tree! If you want to live forever, leave money to buy the road!"
The tall robber was carrying a machete and roared fiercely.
At this time, outside the realm of memory, several old monks were looking at the mirror of golden light taking a nap in front of them.
Each golden mirror represents a participant in the trial.
The performance of the trialists in the realm of memory will be presented in front of several old monks. What they have to do is to ensure that there will be no casualties.
After all, this is a trial for Buddhist disciples, just to pass on the Dharma. If there are casualties, there will be no explanation.
These old monks are all Buddhist masters who have practiced in Daleiyin Temple for many years, but they do not have the ability to control the realm of memory. They can only pull the testers out of the realm of memory in dangerous moments.
"Guys, long time no see." A tall, thin old monk said with a smile, "We have been sleeping for many years, and we are finally able to witness the Buddha's trial with our own eyes. We are extremely lucky."
"Yeah, I don't know who can become the final disciple of Buddha this time."
"It is said that one of the testers this time is one of the legendary beings who was born with a flawless Buddha's heart. His name is Fa Hui."
"Really? I heard that he didn't come alone." An old monk said with a smile.
"Oh? Being able to participate in the trial with those who are born with Buddha's heart, is it possible that they are also my Buddha's chosen ones?"
The old monks were extremely excited. After all, this Buddhist trial would only start once in many years. They were all still young people when they last experienced the Buddhist trial, but now they are old.
The old monks chatted for a while and then turned their attention to these testers.
"This Buddha's trial tests your understanding of Buddhism and whether you can use a compassionate heart to save evil."
"Yes, those who practice Buddhism are no different from ordinary people after their cultivation is banned. Only in this way can they be tested."
"I hope that this time, a real Buddhist disciple will appear." An old monk said with emotion, "The last time the Buddhist disciples were tested, without exception, they all failed at the final stage of obtaining scriptures."
When talking about this level, the old monks all felt sad.
That can be said to be the most deceptive level. If they hadn't witnessed the normal trial with their own eyes, they might have been deceived if they entered it.
"Hey, that seems to be the monk who came in with Fahui." An old monk suddenly pointed to a golden mirror and said.
In the picture, Xu Que is leading his apprentice to confront a group of gangsters.
"Monk, if you are wise enough to hand over your money, I will spare your life!" The black and powerful man waved the machete in his hand, and the wind roared.
Kakarot whispered: "Master, quickly use your Dharma to enlighten them."
Xu Que clasped his hands together, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "No problem, let's see how the poor monk will use Buddha's teachings to save you."
Hearing this, the black and powerful man suddenly laughed wildly and said: "Hahahahaha! I have been in the world for many years. You, a monk with no hair, still want to convert me. I will send you to the West right now!"
As he said that, he swung his knife and slashed.
This sword was so powerful that the monk who had been banned from cultivating was determined to avoid it.
Seeing the sword approaching, Xu Que suddenly shouted loudly, raised his hand and punched: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"