Under the inculcation of Xu Que with the monk's staff, the monkey quickly accepted the fact that he had become Tang Xuanzang's first apprentice.
"Well, from today on, your name is Kakarrot."
"No … Master, I have a name, my name is Sun Wukong."
"That name has become a thing of the past. Now you are Kakarrot."
Fuck you, Sun Wukong!
What do you think I am Sun Wukong?
Xu Que didn't forget that he still had a doppelganger, Sun Wukong of the Exploding Heavens Faction.
Sun Wukong was quite aggrieved. "No, you are unreasonable … Well, from today on, my name is Kakarrot. Master, let's go together!"
"Well, not bad. Don't worry, I didn't take out the monk's staff to scare you. I just itched to play with it occasionally."
As Xu Que spoke, he waved the monk's staff.
With a bang, the boulder next to him that was as tall as a person was smashed into pieces.
Sun Wukong, no, Kakarrot sucked in a breath of cold air and was shocked.
What's going on?
Isn't it said that the cultivation of the trial will be sealed?
Aren't monks supposed to convince people with reason?
The person in front of him doesn't look like the type of person who convinces people with reason!
After subduing Sun Wukong, Xu Que began to take the lead in the direction of the West Heaven.
When he came here, he brought a package with him, which contained a map that showed the path to the West Heaven.
"System, check where we are. I feel like something isn't right." Xu Que looked at the map as he instructed the System.
About three seconds later, the system gave a reply.
"This is the Realm of Memory of a God."
"Realm of Memory?" Xu Que was stunned. After some questioning, he finally figured out the original appearance of the normal trial.
The place where he was now was a continent called East God. On this continent, demons and humans coexisted, and immortals were extraordinary and did not care about worldly affairs.
He was a monk who practiced Buddhism. He felt the suffering of the people, so he decided to go to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West Heaven to seek the scriptures and deliver all living beings from suffering.
All of this was actually an illusory existence, an illusion built from the memory of the ancient Buddha.
"Wow, the ancient Buddha's cultivation was so strong back then? You can actually build such a huge illusion? "
Xu Que was amazed. Looking at the surrounding grass and trees, it was almost no different from the real thing.
He had experienced several illusions before, including when he was fighting for the inheritance of the ancient Buddha. He had even spent his long mortal life there.
However, that was only limited to a single country. The area was far from being as large as it was now. It had already reached the extent of a continent.
"In other words, did this ancient Buddha really go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?" Xu Que was more concerned about this point.
"Replying to the host, what you are experiencing now is the personal experience of the person who became a god."
"Well, looks like I'm not the only transmigrator."
A man and a monkey embarked on a journey to the Western Paradise. On the way, Xu Que intermittently received relevant information.
If he wanted to pass the trial, he would have to pass through 81 tribulations.
Every trial taker, regardless of their cultivation, would have their cultivation sealed. They would have to spend this long journey as a mortal.
Along the way, he needed to subdue four disciples to act as his protectors until he reached Western Heaven.
To put it simply, the background story was almost exactly the same as in Journey to the West.
It was just that he didn't know if there was a loading error with this big disciple of his. His personality was completely different from the records.
The two of them continued on their way and soon met a group of robbers.
"This mountain was opened by me! This tree was opened by me! If you want to pass, leave behind money to buy the road! "
The tall and burly robber carried a machete and shouted fiercely.
At this moment, outside of the Realm of Memories, a few old monks were looking at the golden mirror that was having an afternoon nap.
Each golden mirror represented a participant of the trial.
The performance of the trial takers in the Realm of Memories would be fully displayed in front of the few old monks. What they had to do was to ensure that there would be no casualties.
After all, this was a trial for the Son of Buddha. If there were casualties, they wouldn't be able to explain it.
These old monks were Buddhist masters who had been cultivating in the Great Thunderclap Temple for many years. However, they didn't have the ability to control the Realm of Memories. They could only pull the trial takers out of the Realm of Memories in times of danger.
"Everyone, it's been a long time." A tall and skinny old monk chuckled and said, "We have been asleep for so many years. Finally, we can witness the Son of Buddha trial with our own eyes. We are really lucky."
"That's right. I wonder who will be the final Son of Buddha this time."
"It's said that one of the trial takers this time was born with a flawless Buddha Heart. His name is Fahui."
"Is that so? I heard that he didn't come alone. "An old monk laughed and said.
"Oh? To be able to participate in the trial with someone born with a Buddha Heart, could he be the chosen one of Buddha? "
The old monks were abnormally excited. After all, this Buddhist trial only opened once in many years. The last time they participated in the Realm of Buddha trial, they were still young. But now, they were already old.
After the old monks chatted for a while, they turned their attention to the trial takers.
"This Son of Buddha trial tests one's understanding of Buddhist Dharma. It tests whether one can use a compassionate heart to purify evil."
"That's right. Those who cultivate Buddhist Dharma are no different from mortals after their cultivation is sealed. This is the only way to test them."
"Let's hope that a real Son of Buddha will appear this time." An old monk sighed and said, "In the last Son of Buddha trial, all of them failed at the final stage of obtaining scriptures without exception."
Speaking of this stage, the old monks were all sorrowful.
That could be said to be the most deceptive stage. If they hadn't witnessed a normal trial with their own eyes, they would probably be deceived if they entered.
"Hey, that seems to be the monk who came in with Fahui." An old monk suddenly pointed at a golden mirror and said.
In the mirror, Xu Que was leading his eldest disciple and facing off against a group of bandits.
"Monk, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your money and I can still spare your life!" The dark and burly man waved the machete in his hand and the wind whistled.
Kakarrot said softly, "Master, quickly use your Buddhist Dharma to enlighten them."
Xu Que put his palms together and took a step forward. He smiled and said, "No problem. Watch this poor monk purify you with Buddhist Dharma."
When the dark and burly man heard that, he instantly laughed maniacally and said, "Hahahaha! I, Ghosthead Third, have roamed the pugilistic world for many years. You don't even have a single hair on your head and you want to purify me? Watch me send you to heaven! "
As he said that, he suddenly waved his machete and slashed over.
This machete's momentum was heavy. A cultivator whose cultivation was sealed would definitely not be able to dodge it.
Seeing that the machete was about to reach him, Xu Que suddenly shouted and raised his hand to punch, "Put down the machete and become a Buddha!"
Kacha!
The machete broke!
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