infodatos Chapter 43 What if Guanyin tries to reason? Nezha laughs wildly: Then beat her until she stops being
Chapter 43 What if Guanyin tries to reason? Nezha laughs wildly: Then beat her until she stops being
Lu Chen knew all the secrets, the old stories of the Three Realms, the details of the Chan Sect's betrayal, the internal arrangements of Mount Ling, and even the private annotations of King Puji.
Zhunti knew all of these things.
Because Zhunti was present at the time.
Archives of the Three Realms, Old Stories of Buddhism, Secrets of Taoism.
Given Zhunti's qualifications and status, he had access to all these things.
Moreover, Zhunti is a member of the Buddhist community. He doesn't need to steal information to access the internal records of Mount Ling. He already has the authority to do so.
King Puji took a deep breath.
"It's almost certainly true."
He muttered to himself.
"Lu Chen is Zhunti's puppet."
"The three-hundred-year plan of Zhunti".
"This is the day we've been waiting for."
This deduction sent chills down the spine of King Puji.
But at the same time, it also relieved him.
Because if Lu Chen were just an ordinary person, that would be truly terrifying.
If it were true that a mortal could defeat the Four Great Bodhisattvas and know all the secrets of the Three Realms, then the underlying rules of the Three Realms would be in jeopardy.
But if Lu Chen is Zhunti's puppet, then everything makes sense.
Zhunti himself was a quasi-saint level being. The power he bestowed upon his puppet was naturally enough to defeat a Bodhisattva. Having accumulated intelligence over thousands of years, he naturally knew everything.
Even Lu Chen's "50/50" situation can be explained.
Zhunti may have given Lu Chen a special ability that allows him to automatically match the strength of his opponents.
This ability is not something that a powerful being of Zhunti's caliber cannot do.
The more King Puji thought about it, the more convinced he was that he had guessed correctly.
He wrote a secret report overnight.
The secret report contained only one sentence.
"Lu Chen is suspected to be a puppet of Daoist Zhunti. It is suggested that Buddha personally investigate the secret chamber where Zhunti is in seclusion."
He hesitated for a long time.
Finally, the secret report was placed in front of the main hall.
He didn't know if Buddha would see this.
But he knew that as long as it was placed there, the people who were meant to see it would see it.
The moment the secret report was dropped, King Puji's hand trembled.
He didn't know if he had made the right or wrong move.
If he guesses correctly, he will be a hero who saved Buddhism.
If I guessed wrong.
He offended the Daoist Zhunti.
A quasi-saint.
King Puji sat in the side hall all night without sleeping.
The next day at dawn, he went to the main hall.
The secret report is still there.
But there was an extra line of text above it.
He didn't write that line of text.
The handwriting was very faint, as if it had been written with a finger dipped in water, and was almost illegible.
But King Puji saw it clearly.
"understood."
King Puji's heart skipped a beat.
Buddha saw it.
The Buddha responded.
This is the first time in more than half a year that Buddha has responded to anything.
The last time there was any movement was when the "turtle" character on the lotus seat disappeared.
King Puji clutched the secret report tightly.
He didn't know what Buddha would do.
But he knew.
Things are about to change.
Meanwhile, in the mountain villa.
When Lu Chen came out of the house, he had something in his hand.
That broken wooden stick.
He tucked the wooden stick into his waistband and looked up at the sky.
"Monkey King".
Sun Wukong opened his eyes.
Nezha.
Nezha jumped up from the fire.
"Walk."
One word.
Sun Wukong and Nezha were both stunned for a moment.
"Where to?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Houshan Kusongjian".
Princess Iron Fan was squatting on the ground picking up broken pieces of a bowl when she heard these words. Her hand trembled violently, and a shard of porcelain cut her fingertip, drawing blood, but she was completely unaware of it.
"What did you say?"
"Go to your son's place." Lu Chen looked at Princess Iron Fan. "Guanyin has already set off. Judging by her pace, she'll arrive at Mount Hao as early as tomorrow morning. We need to get ahead of her."
Princess Iron Fan sprang up from the ground.
How do you know she's already left?
Lu Chen did not answer the question.
He has never explained how he knew it in the past six months.
Asking is pointless.
"You come too," Lu Chen said to Princess Iron Fan. "That's your son; you have to be there."
Princess Iron Fan nodded vigorously, her eyes reddening again.
Sun Wukong jumped down from the tree and hoisted his golden cudgel onto his shoulder.
He didn't ask why we were going, nor what we would do after we got there.
After hanging out with Lu Chen for so long, he learned one thing.
If this person says to go, just follow them.
Nezha stepped onto his Wind Fire Wheels, slipped the Universe Ring onto his hands, and wrapped the Hun Tian Ling around his neck.
"Let's go! Let's go fight!"
"It doesn't necessarily mean we'll fight," Lu Chen said.
"What are we going to do if we're not fighting?" Nezha asked, looking disappointed.
"It depends on the situation."
"Under what circumstances should we fight, and under what circumstances should we not fight?"
"If Guanyin were reasonable, she wouldn't hit you."
"She can reason?" Nezha grinned.
"No," Lu Chen smiled. "So, the most likely outcome is still a fight."
Nezha immediately perked up again.
Pigsy poked his head out from the vegetable garden.
"Monkey King! Where are you going?"
"Hall No. 1"
"What are you doing?"
"Cut off Guanyin's beard."
Pigsy's rake fell to the ground with a thud.
"Are you all crazy?!"
No one cares about him.
Four figures shot into the sky from the villa.
Lu Chen stepped on the sycamore leaves and was at the very front.
Sun Wukong's somersault cloud is on the right.
Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels are on the left.
Princess Iron Fan rode the last mile on a demonic wind.
The four people flew rapidly in a southwest direction.
The direction is Haoshan Kusongjian.
Red Boy's territory.
The wind whistled past my ears.
Lu Chen's robes fluttered in the wind.
He looked down at the ground beneath his feet.
Mountains and rivers flashed by.
He had never been to Haoshan.
But he knew where Mount Hao was, what the Dry Pine Stream looked like, and which mountain peak Red Boy's Fire Cloud Cave was on.
He even knew that there were two crooked pine trees at the entrance of Huoyun Cave, and that a flag with the words "Holy Infant King" was hanging on the left one.
These things are etched in his memory.
Memories of a past life.
Memories from a book.
Princess Iron Fan flew after them, much slower than the three in front. After all, she wasn't a demon known for her speed; her banana leaf fan could create a strong wind, but it wasn't very suitable for traveling.
"Hurry up!" she shouted from behind, her voice torn to shreds by the wind.
Sun Wukong turned around and glanced at her.
He somersaulted back, reached out and grabbed Princess Iron Fan, lifting her onto the Somersault Cloud.
"Easy," Sun Wukong said.
Princess Iron Fan was taken aback.
She looked at Sun Wukong, unsure of what to say.
According to rumors in the Three Realms, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, and the Bull Demon King were sworn brothers. But Princess Iron Fan knew very well how little such brotherhood was worth in the face of self-interest.
The Bull Demon King kept a Jade-Faced Fox outside, while Princess Iron Fan guarded Mount Hao, making her no different from a widow.
Sun Wukong, the "sworn brother" of the Bull Demon King, never came to see her.
Now the monkey reaches out and lifts her onto the somersault cloud.
Just so she could catch up.
For some reason, Princess Iron Fan's nose started to sting again.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Sun Wukong didn't turn around. "I just think you fly too slowly."
Princess Iron Fan didn't speak, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
It flew for an hour.
It got dark.
The distant mountain shadows grew larger and closer.
Mount Hao.
Arrived.