ebookslot Chapter 75: Enduring the cold with Buddha, feasting with the great demon! The Arhat Subduing Dragon
Chapter 75: Enduring the cold with Buddha, feasting with the great demon! The Arhat Subduing Dragon
The smile on Maitreya Buddha's face froze.
He stared at Lu Chen for a few seconds, confirming that the other man wasn't joking.
"Manager Lu, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. You'll regret it."
"Show him out." Lu Chen closed his eyes.
Sun Wukong had been itching to get his hands on it for a while, so he swung his golden cudgel and smashed it on the threshold, making a deafening roar.
"Fatty, get lost!"
Maitreya Buddha's eye twitched twice.
He stood up and dusted himself off, but didn't do anything.
He knew all too well the situation here; to make a move would be suicide.
"Good, good, good. Manager Lu is of noble character and integrity, I admire you greatly."
Maitreya Buddha turned around and strode towards the five hundred warrior monks.
Instead of being discouraged by the rejection, his eyes gleamed even brighter.
He walked up to the five hundred warrior monks.
He took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly surged, instantly transforming his shifty-eyed expression into a dignified and solemn one.
He had an air of righteous indignation and a willingness to die for his cause.
"All disciples, heed my command!"
Maitreya Buddha's voice was filled with grief and indignation.
"This demon possesses boundless magical power and is cunning beyond measure! Even the ancient Buddha Dipankara was tricked by his evil magic and sealed beneath that old tree, where he suffered endless torment!"
"This old monk just fought him, and although I exerted all my strength, I could only barely protect you all!"
The five hundred warrior monks of Little Western Paradise were filled with excitement and gripped their vajras tightly.
"Buddha! We are willing to fight this demon to the death!"
"No!"
Maitreya Buddha shouted loudly and waved his hand with a pained expression.
"You will only be throwing your lives away. In order to preserve the flame of Buddhism, this old monk has decided to immediately withdraw from this valley and establish the gate of my Little Western Paradise three miles away beside the Reclining Ox Stone!"
Maitreya Buddha clasped his hands together, his voice carrying a tragic yet alluring quality.
"We must establish a defensive line to completely block this demon's escape route from the valley. We absolutely cannot allow his evil aura to wreak havoc on the Southern Continent!"
"But setting up an array requires a massive amount of magical power. The old monk's magic weapon was damaged in the battle just now."
He looked around at the five hundred monks, whose eyes were red from being fooled.
"Disciples, a great calamity is imminent! Quickly hand over all your golden alms bowls, relics, and protective magic artifacts! They are the core of this great formation!"
"Once this old monk reports to Mount Ling, I will surely compensate you tenfold!"
The monks were moved to tears.
"Buddha has mercy!"
"We are willing to give our all for the great cause of vanquishing demons!"
Ping pong.
One by one, the magical artifacts radiating precious light and the bags of spiritual stones accumulated over hundreds of years were all willingly thrown into the dusty, human-shaped bag that Maitreya Buddha had opened.
At the entrance of Wuwu Mountain Villa.
Sun Wukong looked at the group of foolish monks lining up to hand over their money three miles away, and then at Maitreya Buddha, whose face was full of tragic solemnity but who was actually frantically accumulating wealth.
He scratched the monkey hair on his face and turned to look at Lu Chen.
"Brother Lu, this fat guy... just like that, he stole his own man right in front of us?"
Lu Chen opened his eyes and looked at the figure in the distance who was making a fortune.
"This isn't robbery."
Lu Chen picked up the teacup and gently blew on the tea leaves.
"That's called starting a business."
Sun Wukong scratched his head and blinked his fiery eyes twice.
"Brother Lu, back when I was the king of Flower Fruit Mountain, I robbed passing merchants."
"This fat monk even cheated his own men out of their winter rations; he's incredibly ruthless."
Tang Sanzang stood to the side, his hands clasped together, his prayer beads spinning rapidly.
He looked at the warrior monks in the distance, who were so moved that they wept and stuffed the last water-repelling bead into their cloth bags, and felt his worldview shatter.
"Amitabha Buddha, Mount Ling... how did it become like this?"
Tang Sanzang sighed.
He used to think that the Western Paradise was a pure land and that all Buddhas were saints.
Now he understood. These weren't saints at all; they were just a group of businessmen in monks' robes.
Moreover, they were even more shrewd than the most unscrupulous merchants in the mortal world.
Lu Chen finished the last sip of tea in his cup and stood up.
"Alright, just ignore him."
"He can cheat us out of our money, we'll just live our own lives."
Lu Chen turned to look at the courtyard.
"Bajie, is the food ready? I'm hungry."
A pig's head popped out of the kitchen.
"Boss, get it ready right away! Today, Sister-in-law Iron Fan stewed a big pot of cabbage, pork, and vermicelli. I even added two big bones to make the broth!"
The aroma of food soon wafted out of the kitchen.
The rich aroma of meat mixed with the sweetness of Chinese cabbage wafted out of the valley on the evening breeze.
That gravel road that was only half-paved.
Three thousand Jiedi and five hundred Arhats were lying paralyzed in the mud, panting heavily.
They had worked a hard day, and without any magical protection, they had to rely entirely on their bare hands to move stones. They were all exhausted, with aching backs and blisters on their hands.
The aroma of meat immediately made my stomach rumble.
The gurgling sounds blended together, like thunder.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He stared wide-eyed at the large, steaming iron pot at the entrance of Wuwu Villa.
Back in Lingshan, he drank fine wine and ate immortal peaches.
He wouldn't even glance at the food served in the mortal world.
But now, he thinks that pot of stewed cabbage is the most delicious thing in the world.
But now, he thinks that pot of stewed cabbage is the most delicious thing in the world.
Lu Chen carried a large bowl and walked to the courtyard gate.
He glanced at the monks outside who were staring at him expectantly.
He turned around and called out, "Sha Wujing!"
Sha Wujing came out carrying a large wooden bucket.
"Shopkeeper, what is it?"
"Go to the pot, fill it with broth, add some brown rice, and cook some porridge. Take it to the group of road workers outside."
Lu Chen picked up a rice noodle with his chopsticks. "If you work, you'll get food. I don't support idlers here, and I won't let hard workers starve."
Sha Wujing nodded and turned to do it.
Before long, a large bucket of steaming hot brown rice porridge was carried onto the gravel road.
Several thousand elites from Ling Mountain, gods and Buddhas who are usually high above.
At this moment, they swarmed forward like disaster victims who had been starving for days.
Without bowls, they held the food in their hands. Undeterred by the heat, they gulped it down into their mouths.
A young Jiedi (a local deity) ate his coarse rice porridge, tears streaming down his face.
"Why are you crying?" His companion nudged him.
I was moved.
The young Jiedi sniffled, "I thought we were going to starve to death here today, but I never expected that great demon would actually give us food. Look at our fellow disciples three miles away..."
Everyone followed his gaze and looked at the reclining ox stone three miles away.
The five hundred warrior monks of Maitreya Buddha were meditating shirtless in the cold night wind.
Their robes, ritual implements, and even shoes were all taken away by Maitreya Buddha as materials for the grand formation.
Now, their lips are turning purple from the cold, but they still grit their teeth and persevere in exorcising demons.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon held a mouthful of porridge, looked at his fellow travelers in the distance, and suddenly felt that the porridge in his hand was really sweet.
Following Lu Chen to build roads, at least you'll get a hot meal. Following your own boss, you might even get swindled out of your underwear.
Who can I complain to about this?
Lu Chen carried a large bowl and walked to the courtyard gate.
He glanced at the monks outside who were staring at him expectantly.
He turned around and called out, "Sha Wujing!"
Sha Wujing came out carrying a large wooden bucket.
"Shopkeeper, what is it?"
"Go to the pot, fill it with broth, add some brown rice, and cook some porridge. Take it to the group of road workers outside."
Lu Chen picked up a rice noodle with his chopsticks. "If you work, you'll get food. I don't support idlers here, and I won't let hard workers starve."
Sha Wujing nodded and turned to do it.
Before long, a large bucket of steaming hot brown rice porridge was carried onto the gravel road.
Several thousand elites from Ling Mountain, gods and Buddhas who are usually high above.
At this moment, they swarmed forward like disaster victims who had been starving for days.
Without bowls, they held the food in their hands. Undeterred by the heat, they gulped it down into their mouths.
A young Jiedi (a local deity) ate his coarse rice porridge, tears streaming down his face.
"Why are you crying?" His companion nudged him.
I was moved.
The young Jiedi sniffled, "I thought we were going to starve to death here today, but I never expected that great demon would actually give us food. Look at our fellow disciples three miles away..."
Everyone followed his gaze and looked at the reclining ox stone three miles away.
The five hundred warrior monks of Maitreya Buddha were meditating shirtless in the cold night wind.
Their robes, ritual implements, and even shoes were all taken away by Maitreya Buddha as materials for the grand formation.
Now, their lips are turning purple from the cold, but they still grit their teeth and persevere in exorcising demons.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon held a mouthful of porridge, looked at his fellow travelers in the distance, and suddenly felt that the porridge in his hand was really sweet.
Following Lu Chen to build roads, at least you'll get a hot meal. Following your own boss, you might even get swindled out of your underwear.
Who can I complain to about this?