Chapter 366
The True and False Great Sages: A Wake-Up Call
On the stage, the battle between the real and fake Monkey King has been decided. After the Buddha pointed out his true identity, the Six-Eared Macaque became timid, and his staff skills were no less powerful than before.
Just as he was about to be defeated, a slightly warm breeze suddenly blew by.
Zhou Sheng's golden cudgel suddenly paused, as if he had sensed something, and he frowned slightly.
The next moment, a struggle flashed in the eyes of the Six-Eared Macaque played by Tan Sheng, before quickly becoming empty and blank.
But the iron rod in his hand did not stop at all; in fact, it became even faster, and the sophistication of his staff technique increased dramatically, as if he had broken through some kind of bottleneck.
clang!!
Zhou Sheng parried with his staff, but the force of the blow was so great that it made Zhou Sheng sway slightly and his wrist feel a little sore.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The staff moved like a raging storm, flashing with light, and kept accelerating, each strike heavier than the last. A golden light flickered in Tan Sheng's eyes, and his skill in performing monkey tricks improved by leaps and bounds.
If Zhou Sheng was merely like a monkey, he is now a complete mad monkey. Not only is his staff technique perfectly natural, as if divinely inspired, but even his every glance is full of wildness.
And so, an absurd scene unfolded.
The Buddha had clearly pointed out who the Six-Eared Macaque was, but the real Great Sage could not subdue the fake Great Sage, and the two fought fiercely again.
The members of the Zhou family troupe found it even more unbelievable. Tan Shengsheng was clearly far inferior to the troupe leader, so when did he become so brave?
Moreover, adding more scenes for himself at this time would be putting the entire opera troupe in an unjust position, wouldn't it?
Backstage, only Yao Taifeng noticed something amiss.
"Tan Sheng, something seems wrong, as if he's possessed by something..."
offstage.
The Dragon Girl frowned as she watched Zhou Sheng swaying back and forth under Tan Sheng's staff, and said, "Bodhisattva, what if Zhou Sheng loses and gets his head smashed instead?"
“This boy is not worth the death, but if he ruins your plans, that would be a sin.”
Upon hearing this, Nian Nu Jiao immediately retorted, "In my opinion, Zhou Lang is only taking care of the members of his own troupe and is unwilling to exert his full strength. When he is forced to the limit, he will use his real skills."
"is it?"
The Dragon Girl was somewhat incredulous, while the Bodhisattva simply watched the two saints fight silently.
As it turns out, Nian Nu Jiao was right.
Zhou Sheng seemed somewhat surprised at first, and his movements became hesitant. However, he must have really gotten into the swing of things later. His three hundred years of cultivation suddenly erupted, and with the addition of his zombie skills and the Medicine Buddha's Golden Body, each strike was as powerful as thunder and as heavy as ten thousand pounds.
The howling wind bent the tall purple bamboo.
Before a hundred rounds had passed, Tan Sheng was once again at a disadvantage and was forced to retreat in defeat.
Feeling the terrifying force of Zhou Sheng's staff, the Dragon Girl finally understood why the Bodhisattva had used the words "extraordinarily talented" to describe him.
Because she knew the inside story, she was very clear about who Zhou Sheng's opponent was at this moment.
That wasn't a fake Great Sage, but the real Great Sage.
Inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the monkey stubbornly held on, relying on its indestructible body. In order to break its golden body, the Bodhisattva used its great supernatural powers to capture the monkey's fighting spirit.
What was just injected into Tan Sheng's body was that part of his primordial spirit that symbolized fighting spirit and battle will, the most brave and fearless, and unparalleled in battle.
If, in this charade, the Six-Eared Macaque is killed by the real Great Sage with a single blow, then this part of his fighting spirit will also dissipate, and the monkey in the Eight Trigrams Furnace will no longer have the will to resist.
Whether to kill or torture, to refine into elixirs or to enslave, it all depends on the Bodhisattva's single thought.
This is why the Bodhisattva specifically requested to hear "The True and False Monkey King." He doesn't like listening to operas; he simply wanted to use the power of the treacherous opera to kill the real Monkey King.
The Dragon Girl looked at the Six-Eared Macaque on the stage, who was already injured, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
The real Great Sage became a fake Monkey King on the stage. With that blow, who knows whether it was the Great Sage or the Six-Eared Macaque who died?
Thinking of this, even she, who usually doesn't like watching plays, couldn't help but feel a little interested.
That monkey has an extremely powerful background and extraordinary bloodline. It has only survived one tribulation of lightning, which made her secretly alarmed. It also has a protector behind it who is even feared by Bodhisattvas. But so what? It is still going to fall in this City of the Unjustly Dead and never be able to recover. As for whether that protector will show up to save it?
The Dragon Girl looked at the figure sitting on the lotus platform, radiating Buddha light, with awe, knowing that the Bodhisattva had been waiting for him to appear.
She even speculated that the Bodhisattva's true purpose in setting up this scheme was not the monkey, but rather the protector hiding in the shadows.
Please step into the urn.
As she pondered, she felt that the Bodhisattva was becoming increasingly unfathomable, as if nothing in the world could escape his wise eyes.
Something's not right.
Just then, the Bodhisattva's voice suddenly rang out.
The dragon girl was taken aback and quickly asked what was wrong.
The Bodhisattva did not speak, but simply gazed at the two figures on the stage. The Dragon Girl watched for a moment and then realized what was happening.
"Zhou Sheng...there's something wrong with him!"
What is he waiting for?
On the stage, Zhou Sheng had completely gained the upper hand, beating Tan Sheng so badly that he had no chance to fight back. However, he was unhurried and deliberately stalling for time.
It seemed as if they were waiting for something.
The Dragon Girl's gaze immediately darkened, and she stood up and scolded, "Boss Zhou, what are you waiting for? Knock on it!"
But Zhou Sheng ignored him and continued to delay, allowing Tan Sheng to narrowly escape each time.
Light flowed between the Bodhisattva's fingers with a gentle movement.
In an instant, Zhou Sheng felt the golden cudgel in his hand suddenly become ten thousand times heavier, like a mountain. Before he could stop, it was about to smash down on Tan Sheng's head.
If that blow had landed squarely, Tan Sheng would probably have died on the spot instantly.
"stop!"
At his command, the golden cudgel that Yazi had transformed into trembled violently, emitting bursts of dragon roars, while his body radiated streaks of shimmering golden light.
The iron rod finally stopped, only an inch away from Tan Sheng's forehead.
Zhou Sheng was already covered in sweat, having given it his all.
The Bodhisattva's eyes flashed, and light rippled between his fingers once more as he prepared to continue casting the spell.
But at that moment, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the City of the Dead. The aftershocks rolled like waves, overturning countless houses, shaking the ground, and even causing the Seven Treasures Stage to tremble violently.
Flames shot into the sky, and lava rained down.
The ground continued to collapse and crack, almost turning the entire city into a sinkhole.
The dragon girl was startled and exclaimed, "That direction is... the mint!"
The Mint has far-reaching implications; it is the second most important area in the City of the Dead after the Treasury. Most importantly, it contains a huge furnace, and an explosion there would be earth-shattering.
The Bodhisattva then used his divine power to forcefully stop the towering flames and halt the spread of the earth's fissures, thus stabilizing the nearly collapsing City of the Dead.
But in that moment of distraction, a thunderous singing voice suddenly erupted from the stage.
"The alchemy furnace is not a death trap, but a fiery forging ground for true form. The Eight Trigrams urge metal to crack, and the Three Calamities temper it into azure!"
"Great Sage, wake up quickly and turn that Lingxiao Palace upside down!!!"
A single blow struck, a wake-up call. (End of Chapter)