On the way, Xu Que carefully studied the injuries in his body and came to the conclusion that they were incurable. He simply gave up on the idea of healing them in a short period of time.
According to the system's report, what he needed now was an item that could balance the demonic Qi.
What else could balance the demonic Qi better than an ancient Buddhist relic or an ancient scripture?
To become a Son of Buddha, I will not shirk my responsibility!
At this moment, the two of them were walking slowly towards the west. The road in the city was covered with a fine layer of yellow sand. When the wind blew, it caused the dusky yellow dusk to appear.
"What exactly does this Son of Buddha trial have to do?" Xu Que put on a black robe and swayed leisurely.
He had not experienced walking slowly on his feet for a long time. This feeling reminded him of how he felt when he first came to this world.
Although his cultivation level was low, he had a relaxed and happy life.
Fahui put his palms together and walked in front. He said leisurely, "The Son of Buddha trial is a trial passed down in the Buddhist realm. This is the first time I am participating, so I am not sure what will happen."
Xu Que did not give up. "Are there no rumors?"
"There are." Fahui hesitated and said, "It is said that the Son of Buddha trial requires one to seal one's cultivation level and pass the trial with a mortal body to obtain the ancient scripture."
Xu Que was instantly amused.
He happened to have no cultivation level and only this strong body was left.
This trial was practically created for him!
"Go, go, go! Let's hurry over! "
Under Xu Que's urging, the two of them arrived at the trial venue in the evening — the Great Thunderclap Temple.
"Why is it the Great Thunderclap Temple again?" Xu Que looked at the huge words on the signboard and said incredulously.
Fahui explained, "This place was built to imitate the ancient Buddhist temple, so it is also called the Great Thunderclap Temple."
In front of them was a majestic temple. An ancient Buddhist golden body that was hundreds of feet tall stood in the main hall of the temple like a huge mountain.
Below the main hall was a wide square. They were standing in the middle of the square.
Around them was a bustling crowd. Other than a large number of bald monks, there were more ordinary cultivators.
"I say … those with hair, I'll treat them as lay disciples of the Buddhist Realm." Xu Que pointed at a few people in the distance who were obviously not human and whispered, "Don't tell me that those things are the mounts of you Buddhist disciples."
Not far away, there were a few cultivators from the Demon Race. They were tall and strong, but what the hell did they have to do with Buddhism?
Xu Que was dumbfounded. Wasn't this supposed to be the Arhat's trial?
Why did even the non-human guys come?
"Amitabha." Fahui chanted the name of Buddha and said in a low voice, "Buddha is merciful. Regardless of race, all living beings can participate in the Son of Buddha trial."
"I understand now. This is what you Buddhists mean. Those who believe in Buddha are all Buddhists."
Xu Que grinned. While Fahui wasn't paying attention, he ran to a corner and used the System to change his appearance.
When he appeared again, he had the appearance of a Buddhist disciple who bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind. His face was fair and clean, and he looked extremely weak.
"Little light bulb, what do you think of my appearance?"
Xu Que walked in front of Fahui smugly and spun in a circle.
Fahui stared at him dumbfoundedly. After a while, he finally recognized Xu Que's identity from his aura. "Xu, Xu Daoyou? Is this your real body … No, the one before was your real appearance. "
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Of course, I have to have a shiny bald head to participate in the Son of Buddha trial." Xu Que pretended to chant the name of Buddha and said seriously, "From now on, please call me Venerable Tang Sanzang."
"…"
Fahui told Xu Que that there was no host for the Son of Buddha trial. All one had to do was to wait here. Once the time was up, the trial would begin.
The specific rules of the trial would be announced to the participants when the trial began.
At this moment, the trial had not begun. Everyone gathered together to chat.
After all, it was the Son of Buddha trial. No matter what they looked like, everyone was amiable. They were either exchanging ideas about Buddhism or discussing the contents of the trial.
Fahui seemed to be quite famous. Along the way, there were people who recognized him and there was a lot of discussion.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect Master Fahui to be here too."
"The Son of Buddha trial only begins after ten thousand years. We Buddhists naturally won't miss such a grand event."
"But with Master Fahui here, I'm afraid our chances are slim. In terms of Buddhism research, who can compare to Master Fahui?"
As for Xu Que who was beside him, he was directly ignored.
Someone noticed Xu Que and came up to him to ask in a low voice, "Master, are you here to participate in the Son of Buddha trial as well?"
Xu Que rolled his eyes at him. "Amitabha, aren't you talking nonsense? Who here isn't here to participate in the Son of Buddha trial?"
"Uh … that's true." The Buddhist disciple was stunned and asked, "I wonder why fellow monk is here to participate in the Son of Buddha trial? This poor monk sees that you don't seem to have a deep understanding of Buddhism … "
Everyone present didn't judge based on cultivation, but based on Buddhism.
Want to find out more about me?
Xu Que smiled benevolently and said, "This poor monk has destroyed forty-nine demons in my country. The reason why I'm participating in the Son of Buddha trial is to see if there are any demons causing trouble in the Western Paradise."
"…"
This monk was stunned by Xu Que's simple and crude style of speaking. After a moment of silence, he quietly retreated.
Dang!
At this moment, a deafening bell rang.
Everyone immediately stopped their discussion and looked at the Ancient Buddha Golden Body in the hall.
Hum —
A trembling sound came from the golden body. Behind it, a brilliant golden light gradually surged and covered the entire square.
Xu Que only felt his head go dizzy. When he woke up again, the scene in front of him had changed drastically.
He saw a towering mountain standing in front of him. It was shaped like a palm and at the bottom of the mountain, there was a monkey with the face of a thunder god.
Xu Que was shocked. "Did I f * cking transmigrate into Journey to the West?"
Just as he was about to summon the system, he suddenly heard a calm voice. "Let's go, disciple chosen by the Buddhist sect. With the benevolent heart of the Buddhist sect, subdue your four disciples, pass through eighty-one tribulations, and head to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. Only then can you become a Son of Buddha."
Xu Que couldn't help but suspect that the person who wrote Journey to the West back then had also transmigrated from this place, right?
Walking up the stairs, Xu Que arrived in front of the monkey. Without saying anything, he directly tore off the sticker on its head.
Then, he grinned at the monkey and said benevolently, "Hello, my name is Tang Sanzang. Come with me to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures."
"Uh … no, I was suppressed by the Buddha back then. Actually, I think what he said makes sense. Forget about the Western Paradise."
"Amitabha, do you think I'm right or he's right?"
"Of course it's the Buddha … It's definitely you! Master, don't panic. Your disciple will come with you to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. "
Xu Que put down the Buddhist staff he had just taken out and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, as expected of my good disciple."
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(End of this chapter)
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