Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 800 Bajie, I really can’t stand it anymore!

800: Chapter 800: Bajie, I really can’t stand it anymore!

800 -800: Bajie, I really can’t stand it anymore!

At this moment, all eyes were on the old man, each gaze filled with inquisition.

Although the old man had spoken few words, every sentence had hit the core of the matter.

Now, as everyone was devoid of good solutions for the current situation, they naturally pinned their hopes on the old man.

“What should we do?” the old man’s face was troubled, under the scrutiny of so many eyes.

Although he had lived for many years, giving him a broader perspective, he lacked any means to subdue demons and eliminate evil – so how could he resolve the current crisis?

With a troubled expression, the old man lowered his head, deep in thought.

The others around him remained silent, though their attention was fixed on the old man, awaiting his response.

As time ticked by, tens of thousands from the Human Clan had slowly gathered, yet the atmosphere was eerily calm.

Everyone’s gaze unconsciously rested on the old man.

After pondering for about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the old man spoke, surveying all those present, “It seems that there is only one thing we can do right now!”

“Elder, please tell us, what do we need to do?” the two men beside him asked, their belief in the old man apparent.

“All the demons of Lion Camel Kingdom fled in fear of the Holy Monk on his Journey to the West for Scriptures,” said the old man.

“The only thing we can do now is to find the Holy Monk and ask for his help – that is the only way to solve our crisis!”

“That’s right!” This idea sparked a glimmer of hope in many, who nodded in silent agreement.

If all the demons of the Lion Camel Kingdom had left because they feared the Journey to the West’s Holy Monk, then surely if he were willing to lend a hand, the kingdom’s crisis could be resolved, no?

“But, Elder, how can we ask for the Holy Monk’s help?

Without any reason, he might not be willing to assist us, right?” As the old man finished speaking, some in the crowd raised their doubts.

Indeed, while the solution sounded promising, how could they possibly persuade the Holy Monk to help them?

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Humans fight for a breath of air; Buddhas fight for a stick of incense’?”

Glancing at the questioning faces, the old man said, “All we have to do is show our sincerity, the unity of our collective will.

If we demonstrate that we are willing to build a temple for the Holy Monk and worship him generation after generation, should he ensure our safety, maybe, just maybe, he will be moved.”

“Build a temple and worship him for generations?

Will that really work?” Hearing the old man’s suggestion, some people asked hesitantly.

The whole thing seemed rather far-fetched!

“Whether it works or not, we have no other option left.

Why not give it a try?” the old man said after surveying everyone present.

“That…seems to be the case.

We have no other choice…” Following the old man’s words, countless people nodded in silent agreement.

While the chances of success seemed slim, it appeared they truly had no better alternative.

“Friends, to show our sincerity, let us all tear a piece from our garments.

We will make an Umbrella of the Masses!

Then personally seek the Holy Monk and earnestly implore his help!” Seeing that the consensus had been nearly reached, the old man declared.

With his words, the old man won the affirmation of almost everyone, convincing many who then sprung into action.

Those with the resources used ink and brush, while others bit their fingers, writing their names or pressing their fingerprints onto the fabric.

The pieces with names or fingerprints were then torn off and collected, joining together to form a massive Umbrella of the Masses.

With the Umbrella of the Masses created, someone had to carry it to find the Holy Monk and beg for his intervention.

Soon, several robust men were chosen for the task.

And since the old man was respected by all and was hoped to be eloquent when the time came, he was accompanied by four robust men.

In Lion Camel City, they found several common steeds for the journey and set off toward Peacock Valley, 1,300 li away.

To those who possessed the Art of Cloud Soaring, a mere 1,300 li may not seem to be a great distance.

Yet for these mortals, 1,300 li was an arduous journey indeed.

Even though they rode horses, the steeds still needed rest, and they were not bred to cover a thousand li at a stretch.

Thus, the party of five spent a full four or five days before they reached Peacock Valley.

…

Unaware of the situation in Lion Camel City, Jiang Liu had been with the Scripture Seeking team in Peacock Valley for the past few days without leaving.

In the recent days, there had been a fierce battle where everyone played their part well.

Although it was their first time in such a group battle, the teamwork among them was impressive.

These days, Jiang Liu and his companions had been searching for the whereabouts of the three demons from the Lion Camel Kingdom.

However, after searching for four or five days straight, they still hadn’t found the slightest clue.

Ever since the day the three demons of the Lion Camel Kingdom fled in defeat, it seemed as if they had evaporated from the Three Realms and Six Paths.

“Master, we haven’t found their whereabouts!”

That day, Sun Wukong once again used his divine skills to search for the three demons, but to no avail, and somewhat helplessly shook his head towards Jiang Liu.

“Master, do you think they really all went into hiding?

What should we do next?” Hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Zhu Bajie, who was next to him, spoke up anxiously, asking Jiang Liu.

“Alright, Wukong, you’ve worked hard…” Jiang Liu didn’t rush to answer Zhu Bajie’s question but instead comforted Sun Wukong.

Having said that, Jiang Liu paused slightly, pondering for a moment before saying, “Since things have developed to this point, then let’s proceed with the plan I mentioned before!”

The plan mentioned before?

Did he mean to confront Manjushri and Samantabhadra and demand accountability?

Hearing Jiang Liu’s words, both Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie understood what he meant and felt a mix of excitement, anticipation, and alarm.

“Master, shall we go look for Manjushri and Samantabhadra now?” Agreeing with Jiang Liu’s decision, Sun Wukong naturally wouldn’t object, yet when he spoke, Zhu Bajie couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as he asked Jiang Liu.

“Hehehe…”

Just as everyone was discussing serious matters, out of the blue, Sun Wukong seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, he gave Zhu Bajie a ribbing and teasing look.

“Master, why do I get the feeling that Monkey Brother’s smile bodes ill for me…” Feeling the teasing gaze of Sun Wukong upon him, Zhu Bajie instinctively felt something was amiss, retreated a bit, and shrank behind Jiang Liu, uttering his fears.

“Second Brother, you’re right!

I’ve got the same feeling,” Sha Wujing, who was beside them, looked at Sun Wukong, then at Zhu Bajie, and nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t just Sha Wujing; even Jiang Liu felt the same.

Jiang Liu, however, didn’t say much, but after a brief silence, he turned to Sun Wukong and said, “Wukong, what are you laughing about so suddenly?

Did you think of some good method to find those three demons?”

“Master, no…” Despite still wearing an amused expression, Sun Wukong shook his head and said.

But as he spoke, Sun Wukong’s gaze returned to Zhu Bajie and continued, “I just remembered something amusing, that’s all!”

“Remembered something?

Something so amusing?”

Upon Sun Wukong’s words, Jiang Liu pondered and then asked, “Does what you remember involve Bajie?”

“Yes, Master,” Sun Wukong confirmed with a nod.

Curiosity piqued by Sun Wukong’s demeanor, Jiang Liu then said, “I would like to know.

Go on, tell me.”

“Master, aren’t you curious?”

With his smile deepening, Sun Wukong said, “Back then, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Guanyin each transformed into Zhenzhen, Lianlian, and Ai’ai to test us disciples, the issues between Bajie and Guanyin were made known to us, but…”

At this point, Sun Wukong wore an even wider grin, attending his words with a hint of mischief, “Who knows what Bajie did to Zhenzhen and Lianlian back then?

I remember they were transformations of Manjushri and Samantabhadra, weren’t they?”

Pffft!

As Sun Wukong finished his remark, Little White Dragon and Sha Wujing both could not hold back their laughter.

However, after a glare from Zhu Bajie, they immediately stifled their smiles, struggling to contain their amusement.

“Master, look at Big Brother!

Even at a time like this, he’s still bringing up old stories, I…” Unable to win in a fight against Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie could only turn his head, adopting a wronged demeanor, and begin complaining to Jiang Liu.

Pffft!

Before Zhu Bajie could finish, Jiang Liu also couldn’t resist and burst out laughing.

“Master, even you…” Seeing Jiang Liu’s reaction, Zhu Bajie seemed somewhat peeved.

“Sorry, Bajie, I shouldn’t be laughing!

I apologize, truly!” Seeing Zhu Bajie’s reaction, Jiang Liu promptly admitted his wrongdoing.

However, as the conversation reached this point, Jiang Liu’s mouth twitched again, his hands tightly gripping his thighs, and he appeared to be struggling to hold back his laughter: “It’s just that, I, too, simply can’t help it…”