Chapter 764
You stinking woman, keep reading!
He felt the shadow of death envelop him, with nowhere to escape or avoid it. His five hundred years of cultivation were as fragile as paper in the face of this one blow.
In the sky, amidst the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood on her lotus platform, witnessing the entire scene clearly. Within moments, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, her arched eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Her heart felt like it had been doused with boiling oil and set on fire, causing her internal organs to churn violently.
Your opponent was clearly Ao Lie! You should have been dealing with the little white dragon at the bottom of the ravine! How did it suddenly turn into chasing after Jin Tou Jie Di? How did the script veer off course like this? She had it all planned out perfectly: send the gods down to report the little white dragon's origins, then Tang Sanzang, helpless, would turn to her for help, and she would then make a grand entrance to subdue the little white dragon. From beginning to end, Jin Tou Jie Di was just running errands and delivering messages; how did it become someone being chased and beaten with a stick?
Guanyin Bodhisattva took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She knew she couldn't lose her composure now.
Although Jin Tou Jie Di lacked talent, skill, and powerful magic weapons, his cultivation level was still at the True Immortal level, cultivated by the Western Paradise with resources.
More importantly, the job they were doing—secretly monitoring the pilgrims—was hardly a respectable one, and no true Golden Immortal would be willing to do it.
Although the Five Directions Protectors and the Six Ding and Six Jia are not among the strongest immortals, they are obedient, easy to use, and hardworking, making them the highest-level cannon fodder.
The journey to the Western Paradise is long, and there are many things they need to do, so these people cannot die, at least not so inexplicably, under Sun Wukong's staff.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's original plan was to appear as a powerful being, descending from the sky amidst white clouds and falling flowers, with a majestic and dignified appearance, so that Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong could feel the majesty and compassion of the Western Paradise.
But in this situation, if she dawdles any longer, the Golden-Headed Demon's head will be smashed open. She can't care about any pretense of decorum anymore.
Just as Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was less than three feet from the back of the Golden-Headed Jiedi's head, the sky suddenly shone brightly.
A dazzling white light poured down from the clouds, illuminating the entire Eagle's Sorrow Gorge as if it were daytime. The light carried a gentle yet irresistible pressure, like an invisible barrier appearing out of thin air, blocking the Golden-Headed Jiedi and the Golden Cudgel.
The golden cudgel slammed into the barrier with a loud clang, the sound so powerful that the surrounding clouds were torn to shreds by the shockwave.
Sun Wukong felt a numbness in his hand, and a rebounding force came back from the staff, abruptly stopping his forward momentum. He somersaulted in the air to dissipate the impact, steadied himself, and looked up at the source of the light.
Guanyin Bodhisattva stood on a nine-tiered lotus platform, surrounded by flowing Buddhist light, her white robes fluttering, her left hand holding a pure vase, her right hand forming a mudra, her face solemn, her gaze serene.
She looked down at Sun Wukong with the gaze of a high god scrutinizing a disobedient child, her indifference carrying a hint of condescending reproach.
"Sun Wukong, stop right now!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva spoke, her voice clear and majestic, echoing across the sky, each word distinct and carrying an unquestionable command.
Having escaped death, the Golden-Headed Jiedi stumbled and fell from the air behind Guanyin Bodhisattva, his legs trembling, as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.
He was panting heavily, his clothes on the back completely soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin. The cold touch of the wind made him shiver.
He looked up at the back of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and a feeling of relief at surviving a calamity welled up in his heart, and he almost cried on the spot.
But Sun Wukong showed no sign of stopping. He held the golden cudgel, hovering in the air, looking up at Guanyin Bodhisattva. The expression on his monkey face changed again and again, finally settling on an undisguised ferocity and contempt.
"You bitch, you think you can just stop like that?"
Sun Wukong's voice was filled with a long-suppressed resentment, and his fangs bared from his mouth, appearing particularly terrifying in the golden light. "Who do you think you are?"
Upon hearing this, all the gods present gasped in shock. Although the Five Directions Protectors were still cowering in the distance, they couldn't help but exchange a terrified glance upon hearing this.
Among the six Ding and six Jia, some people subconsciously took a step back, as if afraid that they would be caught in the crossfire if Guanyin Bodhisattva became angry.
Even Ao Lie, the little white dragon at the bottom of the ravine, widened his eyes, his dragon mouth slightly open, and he exhaled a string of bubbles—in all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever heard anyone dare to curse Guanyin Bodhisattva as a stinking woman in front of her.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's face instantly darkened, becoming as black as the sky before a storm. Her lips twitched slightly, and a hint of genuine displeasure flashed in her eyes.
She wasn't unfamiliar with Sun Wukong; she knew he was unruly and had a loose tongue when she recruited him into the pilgrimage team. But she never expected Sun Wukong's attitude towards her to be this bad, so bad that he would directly curse her in front of so many people.
What Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't know was that Sun Wukong had long since lost all respect for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Ever since Lin Zhu told him that the golden headband was designed by Buddha and arranged by Guanyin herself, every time he saw Guanyin Bodhisattva's dignified face, he felt not awe, but an impulse to smash it with a stick.
You expect someone who plots to harm you to respectfully call you a Bodhisattva? Dream on.
In his mind, these high and mighty bodhisattvas were more insidious and despicable than those man-eating demons. At least demons eat people openly and honestly, but these people harm people while pretending to be compassionate, which was extremely disgusting.
"You're not listening to me?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva's voice turned cold, her tone now carrying an icy chill. A cold smile slowly curled at the corner of her lips, a smile devoid of any compassion, instead carrying a condescending cruelty: "You're finished."
She raised her right hand, made a hand seal with her five fingers, and began to chant the Tightening-Headband Mantra as her lips moved slightly.
She learned this incantation from the Buddha herself, and each syllable contains the power to bind the soul.
When Buddha designed the headband, he left a contingency plan. The headband incantation is specifically designed to target the soul. Once it is recited, the headband will tighten continuously, compressing the wearer's consciousness. The pain is directly applied to the soul level, and even an indestructible body cannot withstand it.
Even a Great Immortal would have to kneel and beg for mercy if he wore the robes; he wouldn't be able to stop until he kowtowed a hundred times.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's cold smile deepened. She had only intended to make an appearance to demonstrate the majesty of the Western Paradise, but since Sun Wukong was so reckless, there was no need to spare him any face.
This time, she was going to teach Sun Wukong a lesson he would never forget, to let him know what true cruelty was, and to make him instinctively go weak whenever he heard the name "Guanyin" in the future.
This is another excellent opportunity to subdue Sun Wukong. When he was subdued at Five Elements Mountain, Sun Wukong's arrogance was almost completely crushed, but Lin Zhu's meddling later allowed the monkey to run wild again. Today, we can take this opportunity to re-establish the rules and make Sun Wukong understand that he will always be just a monkey imprisoned under the Western Paradise.
Guanyin Bodhisattva quickened her chanting, and the incantation flew out of her mouth like dense silk threads, wrapping around Sun Wukong's head.
She was certain that it wouldn't be long before Sun Wukong would be rolling on the ground, crying and begging her to stop.
Sure enough, Sun Wukong, who was chasing the Golden-Headed Jiedi in the air, suddenly stopped.
A strange force descended from the tight headband on his head, passing through his scalp and skull, directly impacting his consciousness. Sun Wukong's body stiffened slightly, and his movements froze for a moment.
Guanyin Bodhisattva saw this and her cold smile deepened—it worked.
What she didn't know was that what Sun Wukong felt in his mind was not the kind of tearing pain that could make a person die, but a warm and gentle force, like a soft hand gently massaging the acupoints on the top of his head.
The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, each press precisely on his acupoints, so comfortable it sent shivers down his spine.
Sun Wukong was so comfortable that he almost groaned out loud.
His body completely relaxed in that instant, every pore from top to bottom enjoying the pleasure of being massaged.
It felt like he had been imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, his muscles and bones were rusted, and then suddenly someone pressed him into a hot spring and used just the right amount of force to loosen his muscles and bones.
That tingling, numbing, and tangy sensation spread from the top of my head all the way to the back of my head, and then down my spine, making me feel like I was soaking in a comfortable warm current.
"Hmm—" Sun Wukong subconsciously let out a low moan, then suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly gritted his teeth to swallow the rest of the moan back.
Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't hear the groan because she was too focused on chanting the incantation. But seeing that Sun Wukong's body had stiffened, she assumed the pain had taken effect and continued chanting even more vigorously.
Sun Wukong wobbled as he fell from the air, staggering as his feet touched the ground. He suddenly realized—no, he couldn't let Guanyin see that there was something wrong with the headband.
If Guanyin found out that the headband was fake, allowing him to comfortably enjoy a head massage, things would get complicated. With Guanyin's shrewdness, she would definitely discover the problem and replace it with a real headband, which wouldn't be fun at all.
Thinking of this, Sun Wukong immediately switched to performance mode.
His legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head with both hands and letting out a shrill scream. His body rolled around on the ground, kicking up dust and scattering lime, making him look like a mudfish that had been pulled out of its veins.
"Ouch—it hurts! It hurts so much, Old Sun!"
He howled as he pounded the ground with his palms, creating craters and sending shards of stone flying everywhere in a terrifying display.
Not satisfied with the realism, he slammed his head against the ground twice more, making a loud thud. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his entire monkey face contorted like a wrung-out rag.
In reality, Sun Wukong was so comfortable that he wished Guanyin would continue chanting until next year.
The magic weapon given by the God of Hell is incredibly useful. He was initially worried that it would just be for show, but he never expected that it could not only block the headband, but also completely reverse the pain effect of the headband into a massage.
What should have been a vicious curse that would cause a splitting headache and make even a celestial being kneel and beg for mercy has now become a merciless massage machine. The tingling and numb force has a distinct rhythm, with waves of tension and relaxation, and the technique is even more effective than when he had his monkey offspring massage his back on Flower Fruit Mountain.
Sun Wukong even secretly planned that once this journey to the West was over, he would definitely ask Lin Zhu for a massage device to use separately, so he could put it in his ear and give it a massage whenever he wanted.
Seeing Sun Wukong crying, howling, and rolling on the ground, Guanyin Bodhisattva's doubts dissipated considerably. She maintained her indifferent expression, but the smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.
That's right, that's the reaction she wanted to see. The more pain Sun Wukong was in, the more firmly her authority was maintained.
But this level of pain wasn't enough. Today, she wanted Sun Wukong to experience true despair. So, instead of stopping, she chanted even faster.
The syllables of the incantation flowed from her mouth like a stream, falling one after another onto Sun Wukong's head, without stopping.
Sun Wukong felt the massage pressure on his head becoming more and more intense as Guanyin's speech quickened.
The force, which had started out gentle, was now growing stronger, and the tingling, numb, and pleasurable sensation was becoming increasingly intense, washing over me in waves. It felt fucking amazing, better than anything else.
"Keep reading!"
Sun Wukong couldn't help but blurt it out.
As soon as he said that, a chill ran down his spine, and he almost slapped himself on the spot—it was over, he'd been exposed!
Guanyin Bodhisattva's brow furrowed slightly. She slowed her chanting by half a beat, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. Continue chanting? How could someone suffering under the torment of the golden headband utter such a thing as "continue chanting"? This didn't make sense.
She carefully examined Sun Wukong rolling on the ground—the monkey was indeed in great pain, his face covered in tears and snot, and he was making a mournful howl, which didn't seem like he was faking it.
But that last sentence, "Keep reading," was really too unusual.
Guanyin Bodhisattva was puzzled, feeling that something was amiss.
As she continued chanting the incantation, she wondered to herself—could this Sun Wukong be a masochist? Not only did he not hold a grudge after being subjected to the headband, but he also felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, and then wanted to continue? She had seen this kind of person before in her long years of cultivation. Some practitioners who regarded asceticism as merit were like this, treating pain as tempering and torment as enjoyment, feeling more spiritually cleansed the more they were beaten.
The more she looked, the more plausible it seemed. Sun Wukong's personality was inherently unruly; being imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, it wasn't impossible for his mind to be damaged. And a monkey with a damaged mind might even have a twisted personality, turning into a masochist—that wouldn't be entirely unreasonable. (End of Chapter)