Chapter 187 Can Evil Prevail over Good?

"Wutian, since you clearly know that it was not me who instigated it, but you still want me to apologize, are you qualified?"

"Or do you really think of yourself as a Buddha?"

Sun Wukong didn't even bother with his junior brother explaining to him before, so how could he apologize and admit his mistake now for something he didn't admit?

Furthermore, how could a half-immortal, half-Buddha who didn't even have a decent attainment have such a big face and be able to withstand his apology.

In an instant, Yang Jiao's eyes were sharp and cold, the atmosphere solidified, and he fell into deathly silence.

In the field, Tang Sanzang saw that the two sides were on the verge of a fight. Regardless of the dissuasion and pull of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, he strode across to Sun Wukong in front of him and persuaded him to make peace:

"Donor Wutian, you are of the same kind, why bother fighting over a little misunderstanding?"

Before Yang Jiao could speak, Sun Wukong spoke impatiently:

"Master, please retreat quickly. You are just a monster. Once I, Old Sun, kill you, we will continue on the road to learn from you."

"Wukong."

Tang Sanzang scolded Sun Wukong, who immediately stopped and stopped talking.

Then Tang Sanzang heartily advised Yang Jiao:

"Donor Wutian, our sutra collection is related to all sentient beings in the three realms. If what you are doing now is known to the Buddha and the people in heaven, you will definitely be punished."

"I'm afraid that by then you will be expelled from the immortal realm and expelled from the Buddhist world. All your achievements in life will be wasted and you will fall from immortality to demon."

"Donor, please don't go your own way. It will be too late to regret it later."

Yang Jiao looked at the kind-hearted person who was trying to persuade him, and said softly:

"Tang Sanzang, the so-called Western Heaven to obtain scriptures, you have to go through three or three calamities and nine or nine tribulations before you can obtain the so-called Mahayana scriptures."

"I didn't know that this place was the disaster you were destined to experience."

After the words fell, the four masters and disciples were stunned. They didn't expect that the person in front of them was still an understanding person.

"Since you, the donor, know that this journey to the West was jointly established by Heaven and Buddhism, why do you still want to keep us here forever?"

Tang Sanzang frowned slightly:

"Is it possible that you really plan to give up all your past achievements and become a monster?"

As a monk with a mortal body, he traveled westward and experienced countless hardships. He knew that the path to immortality was hard to find, and countless people were eager to find a path to enlightenment.

Therefore, Tang Sanzang really couldn't bear to listen to what his eldest disciple said, that the Immortal Monkey, who had cultivated to half-immortal and half-Buddha, and was only half a step away from becoming an immortal and a Buddha, had become a demon.

"Degenerated into a demon." Yang Jiao chuckled:

"It's not a bad idea."

As a virtuous and eminent monk, Tang Sanzang could not bear to see a person who could be expected to attain enlightenment be so stubborn, so he quickly said:

"Donor, since you have a great future, why do you need to fall into the quagmire again? We, master and disciple, have gone through a lot of hardships along the way and are still crawling and wallowing in the world."

"Furthermore, you must know that after the Heavenly Court cancels your immortal status, it will definitely send troops to arrest you, waiting for the Heavenly Court's army to arrive."

Yang Jiao saw Tang Sanzang's hesitant expression and knew what he meant. His eyes flashed slightly and he said first:

"No need to say anything more."

Then he said indifferently:

"Sun Wukong, since you are unwilling to admit your mistake and apologize, I will not fight you for Tang Sanzang's sake."

Yang Jiao said, a golden light flashed, and a golden cymbal appeared in front of everyone.

"As long as you can outrun this golden cymbal within three hours, I won't embarrass you and let the four of you, master and disciple, continue their journey westward."

"If you can't run away."

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and interrupted directly:

"If I, the old grandson, can't escape, just admit the fight and accept the punishment."

"good."

"Wukong." Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong very worriedly.

"Master, there is no need to worry, Taishang Laojun's Bagua Dan furnace cannot trap me, let alone this mere broken golden cymbal."

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he warned Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing:

"Bajie, Lao Sha, please protect Master."

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, he turned into a column of smoke and got into the golden cymbal.

A few moments.

Inside the golden cymbal, there was a loud shout:

"The golden cudgel can be as long as you want."

Everyone in the temple saw the golden nao being poked into a stick shape by the golden hoop, soaring straight into the sky.

"Oh, it's just a gold cymbal. My senior brother can pierce it in a few hits."

When Zhu Bajie saw that the golden cymbal was stabbed into the sky effortlessly by the golden cudgel, he immediately shouted triumphantly.

quite a while.

"Second Senior Brother, why is this happening?"

Sha Wujing couldn't help asking as he watched the golden cudgel stabbing the golden cymbals up to heaven and down to the underworld without any damage.

"you ask me?"

Zhu Bajie was a little sluggish.

"I'm asking you."

Sha Wujing looked honest.

"Hey, I also want to ask you."

Zhu Bajie looked frustrated.

"Then should I ask you?"

"Haha, Sun Wukong, no matter how hard you poke, you can't pierce our golden cymbals."

At this time, Huang Mei beside Yang Jiao raised his head and chest, and said with joy:

"This cymbal is a divine object in the sky. It is indestructible from the ninth level of heaven to the eighteenth level of hell."

"You want to pierce it, it's a joke. If you want it to be bigger, it can be bigger. If you want it to be higher, it can be higher."

"Admit defeat and apologize."

"It's over, it's over." Sha Wujing couldn't help shouting to Zhu Bajie:

"Second Senior Brother, you are dead now. Look, Senior Brother didn't even talk back when someone said that."

"Okay." Zhu Bajie comforted:

"Elder brother has invincible magical powers, and he will definitely be fine."

At this moment, Yang Jiao's cold dark light flashed in his eyes:

"Sun Wukong, to show fairness, the golden cymbal is a divine object in the sky, so you can also ask the gods in the sky for help."

Before Sun Wukong could reply, Zhu Bajie on the field shouted loudly:

"You said it yourself, don't say we cheated."

As he shouted, he shouted to Jin Nao:

"Brother Monkey, I'm going to ask for help from heaven."

Suddenly, Sun Wukong’s angry words came from inside the golden cymbals:

"Bajie, if your cultivation level is higher and your magic power is higher, it is better to stay and protect the master. Lao Sha, it is up to you to go to heaven to invite the gods to come down to earth. You must be quick."

"I understand, Senior Brother, I'll go right away."

As soon as Sha Wujing finished speaking, he ran out of the temple quickly.

Tang Sanzang looked at the retreating figures of his three disciples, and then looked deeply at Yang Jiao in front of him.

After a while, I finally couldn't help it:

"Donor, do you know that once my disciple invites the gods from the sky down, there will be no room for recovery."

"Your immortal status will be eliminated, and you will completely become a monster that everyone shouts about, and then die at the hands of heaven."

"You think I'm going to lose."

Yang Jiao glanced at Tang Sanzang.

"Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good."

Tang Sanzang put his hands together:

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."

"Everyone in the world knows that evil cannot prevail against good, but they don't know that history through the ages is all about success and failure."

Yang Jiao lowered his eyes:

"It is only right that evil cannot prevail against good, because only the victors deserve to write history."

"Do you know why evil never wins over good? Because history is only written by the victors."

"It can be said that victory is due to victory, rather than victory due to being right."