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Journey to the West - Chapter 17 Part 1

Freitag, 5. Juli 2024 · 24 min

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Who uses a stolen robe to celebrate his own birthday?

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Thank you Journey to the West, an audio drama series. Chapter 17, Part One We speak now of Sun Xing Zhu jumping up with one somersault. He sent all the monks, students, servant boys and laborers prostrating to the skies and fear crying. Dear Lord, he's actually a cloud riding Divine Sage who came down to the mortal world.

No wonder fire cannot hurt him, it's all the fault of that ignorant old bastard of ours, plotting with you intentions only to harm us in the end. Sansan said. Please rise, all of you. No point in blaming him. If the Gushai can be found, then everything will be fine. I only fear that if we cannot find it, you know my disciple has a terrible temper. I don't know what will happen to your lives. I'm afraid none of you will be able to get away. The monks heard him and all had their nerves hanging in their throats.

They prayed to heaven for the Keshaya to be found so that they could come out alive. We will speak no more of that. We instead go to Grace Sage soon, who was in the air. By twirling his waist a bit. He had already arrived on Black Wind Mountain. He stopped the cloud and looked closer. It was indeed a fine mountain.

Moreover, it was a day in spring. What he saw were thousands of streams and peaks vying with beauty. Bells chirped, but no human could be seen. Pedals fell, yet the trees remained fragrant. Rainfall wet the green cliffs, while wind stirred the trees growing on these walls of emerald. Wild plants thrived across the rugged hills. Rare animals enjoy their days on these layers of glowing jade. Xinjia was appreciating the view when he suddenly heard people talking right in front of a neat grassy slope. In careful steps, he slipped beneath a rocky Cliff for a peep.

It turned out to be 3 monsters sitting on the ground. On the top seat was a dark man. Lower on his left hand side was a Daoist. In the right hand side a scholar in white. All of them were engaging in animated conversations about alchemy and cultivation. As they were talking, the dark man laughed and said, The day after tomorrow is the day of my mother's suffering.

With A2 gentlemen mind coming over, the scholar in white answered, We celebrate the birthday of the Great King every single year. How could we miss out this year? The dark man said, I took possession of a treasure last night called the Brocade Buddha's Robe. It's indeed a fine and amusing item.

Tomorrow I will use it to celebrate my birthday and host a grand banquet. I will invite religious men from all the mountains to honour the Buddhist robe. Let's call it Feast of the Buddhist Robe, shall we? The Taoist laughed and agreed. Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous indeed. I shall head over to congratulate you for the birthday tomorrow and then attend the banquet the day after.

Seemed to have heard them talking about this Buddhist robe and knew it was his treasure. Unable to control his anger, he jumped from behind the rocky Cliff, raising the golden hooked rod with both hands and shouted, Damn you crooked monsters, you stole my Kashire and dare Hostess feast of the Buddhist robe, give it back to me right now.

He then cried, Don't you run. He wielded his rod high up and struck down right on the heads. Panicking, the Darkman escaped by turning into a gust of wind while the Daoist ran away riding on clouds. Only the scholar in white was killed with a single strike. Wukong pulled the body over to have a look. It turned out to be a snake monster with white patterns, so he picked the corpse up and tore it into several pieces before heading straight to the backside of the mountain to look for the Darkman.

Passing sharp peaks and brushing across rugged ridges, he again came to a steep Cliff atop which was a cave residence. Look at it, shrouded in smoke and mist and surrounded by Pines and Cypress. A bridge was built above Agent Woods as wildlife thrived before the gates. Wind sent forward the aroma of blossoms while birds and butterflies flew about. A rustic scene to be honest.

Not worthy of much praise, but there was still more to see than the land of the immortals. Xinjia came up to the gate and found two stone door planks shut tight. Above them was a stone tablet with six clear characters written on it. Hei Fengshan. Hei Feng Dong meaning Black wind mountain. Black wind cave. He then wielded his rod and shouted. Open the door.

An imp guarding the gate opened the doors and asked. Who are you? How dare you attack our immortal cave? Sinjar cursed. You damnable lowlife, how dare you call this place an immortal cave? The word immortal shouldn't even come out of your mouth. Go inside now and report to that dark fellow of yours. Tell him to deliver the Kashia to his Lord here this instant, and the lives of this entire nest of yours will be spared. The little imp hurried inside and reported. Great King, the feast of the Buddha's robe is no more. Outside the gate, there is a hairy faced monk with the mouth of a Thunder God who's demanding his Kashire back. The dark man just escaped home from Sinjo right at the grassy slope.

He only shut his doors a moment ago and had not the time to even sit down. Hearing this, he thought to himself, I wonder where this fellow is from. How very rude, how dare he make noise in front of my doors. He then ordered. Bring me my armor. When he had them on, he grabbed a spear decorated with a black tassel and ran out the door. Sinjo was outside with his iron rod in his hands. He opened up his eyes to have a look and one of ferocious creatures.

That monster was indeed wearing armour made of shiny black gold and a dark robe underneath. He had the spear in his hands and a pair of dark leather boots on his feet, flashing golden pupils like lightning. He truly was the black wind king of this mountain. Seemed to have laughed to himself and said this fellow looks just like a brick burner and no different from a charcoal grinder.

I guess he makes a living here by collecting ash, otherwise, how did he end up so dark all over? Meanwhile, the monster shouted loudly. What sort of monk are you? How dare you act up here? Seemed to have held his iron rod and rushed forward roaring. No more chitchat. Give your maternal grandfather's Gashire back right now. The monster asked.

Which temple are you from, Monk? Where did you even lose this Gashire? How dare you demanded from me? Cindo answered. My the Shire was placed right inside the backroom of the Guangyi Monastery, straight north of here. It was only because the monastery caught on fire that you bastard stole it amidst the chaos. You even plan to use it to host a Feast of the Buddha's Robe? How dare you deny that?

Give it back to me as soon as possible so I can spare your life if you are to heaven. No, I will overturn the Black Wind Mountain, trampled the Black Wind Cave flat, and grind this entire cave of evil monsters into powder. The monster heard him and sneered. You unruly creature, so it was you who started the fire last night. You were on top of the backroom, summoning wind to aid your crime.

It was indeed I who brought the cashier here. What are you going to do about it? Where are you from? What is your name? What power do you even have that you dare bluff such reckless words? Sinjo replied, You have no idea who your maternal grandfather is. This elderly grandfather of yours is the disciple of Elder Son Zhang, the royal younger brother in the superior Kingdom of Great Tang. My last name is Sun and first name Wukong Singhjo. Speaking of Elder son's tricks, if I told you, it would send your soul flying out of your body and make you drop dead right in front of me.

The master said. Well, I certainly don't know about that. What tricks have you got? I'm all ears seemed to have cackled and said, Son, stand still and listen very carefully. And so Wukong began telling his life story, starting from his youth when he found a way to eternal life, from his first teacher to wreaking havoc in heaven and being punished for his misdeeds.

He concluded his very long introduction by saying converted to the righteous side. I am heading westward up in Thunder clap I will meet Buddha himself. Ask anyone across heaven, earth and the foresees and they will tell you I am the monster with the greatest name of all time. The monster heard that and laughed.

So you are that B Marwin who raped heaven. Nothing irritates Singjo more than being called B Marwin. The moment he heard it, his heart was filled with rage, so he shouted. You crooked monster. Not returning the Kashia you stole is one thing, smearing your Lord is another. Don't you run? Have a taste of my rod. The Darkman dodged with a swing of his torso before grabbing his spear and striking forward.

What a splendid fight between the two of them. The rod and spear showed off their might before The Cave entrance, both with the intention to harm. A colorful set of tricks were performed amidst all the mist and glow. These two fiendishim mortals were not once to be underestimated. One was the Heaven Equalling Sage, now cultivating for virtue. The other was the great Black King who became a spirit. This battle in the mountain was over a geshire, and neither party was there to act as the good side. The monster fought a dozen rounds with St. Duo, but there was no obvious winner. Gradually, the red sun rose to the noon position. The Darkman used his spear to block the iron rod and said. Sun Xingjua, let's call it off

for the time being. Let me go have a meal before resuming this fight with you. Xingjua said. You vile creature, is this how you act like a man? Such a great man that you need food only after half a day? Think about Eldersson, who was pressed under a mountain for over 500 years. I couldn't even get a sip of water, and you dare talk about going hungry?

Now quit making excuses, don't you run. Give me back the kasha and I'll let you go eat. The monster then faked a strike with the spear before withdrawing into The Cave. They shut the stone gates and retrieved all the Imps. Afterwards, they still went ahead and arranged the feast, writing invitations for the monster kings of other mountains to come attend the celebration.

We will speak no more of that. We instead turned to sin. Juhu, not being able to fight his way into the gates, had no choice but returned to the Guan Yi Monastery. The monks in that temple had already buried the old monk and were all attending to the tongue monk in the backroom. The vegetarian breakfast was over and it was time for a vegetarian lunch. They were just serving soup and water when the source enjoyed descending from the air.

The monks prostrated to him before welcoming him into the backroom to see San Tsang. San Tzan said You have returned, uncle, What has become of Kashaya? Sinja answered. I have found the root of it. We never wrung these monks earlier, but it turned out the Kashaya was stolen by that monster from Blackwing Mountain.

Alderson went looking for him in secret and saw him, a scholar in white and an elderly Daoist sitting under a grassy slope, talking. This monster gave me a confession without torture. He suddenly said the day after tomorrow would be the day of his mother's suffering, and he planned to invite all the evil doers to come celebrate.

He then said he obtained a brocade Buddhist robe the night before and intended to use it for the birthday celebration. He will host a grand feast called the Celebratory Feast of the Buddhist Robe. It was Elder Sun who rushed forward and landed a strike with my rot. The Darkman escaped by turning into a gust wind and the Taoist also disappeared. I only managed to kill the scholar in white and it was a white pattern snake spirit.

Afterwards, I hurried to his cave and asked him out for a fight. He admitted that he was the one who took it. We fought for half a day but couldn't determine a winner. That monster then went back into The Cave, saying he needed to eat. He then shut the stone gates and wouldn't come out again out of fear. I therefore came back to check on Master and inform you of where things stand.

I already know the whereabouts of the Shire. I'll make sure he gives it back. The monks heard his words and they either pressed their palms together or cowed out, crying in unison. No more Amitabh, they found the Geshire today and we are finally able to live now. Sinjar warned. Don't you get giddy and relieved so soon? I haven't taken it back and Master has not left your gate. Only when we have the Geshire back and my master is comfortably out of the gates will you return to peace and bliss.

Should anything go wrong. Elder Soon is not the type to be messed with. Did you serve good food and tea to my master? Did you feed the horse with good hay? Oh. The monks rushed to answer. Of course we did, we absolutely did. Absolutely not the slightest mistreatment upon the Lord over here. Sansang also explained this. Half a day since you've been away, I have had three servings of soup and tea and two vegetarian meals. None of them mistreated me, it's just that you still have to work hard to get the Keshaya back.

Sinjar said. Be patient, since we know where it is. I will make sure to capture that thing and take the item back. Don't you worry, Don't you worry at all. As they talked, the Abbot of the upper Chambers once again arranged a vegetarian meal to serve Lord Sun, but Sinjar only ate a little bit before ascending on the auspicious cloud again to look for the Keshaya. While on his way, he spotted a small imp coming from the main road with a rosewood box under his left arm. Seemed to assume there must be some kind of letter in the box, so he wielded his rod and struck down. Poor thing didn't stand a chance against this blow and was reduced to a meat Paddy.

He then pulled the corpse to the side of the road and opened up the box to check. There was indeed a letter of invitation which read your young pupil. Bear senses humble greetings in this letter addressed to Supreme Clergy the Venerable Elder Xin Shi. I have been blessed by your grace many times before and am profoundly grateful. Last night I noticed your ordeal by fire. I apologize for not being able to help with the situation. I am sure you, the divinely intelligent, have not been adversely affected.

Your pupil by accident, has obtained a Buddhist robe and plans to host an elegant gathering for it. We will carefully arrange a feast of flowers and wine. I sincerely wish you would join us on this exquisite occasion of appreciation. When the time comes, I sincerely hope your divine presence will come by for a visit.

Deepest gratitude for your blessings. Written two days prior, in this letter, the old monk of the Guan Yin Monastery was addressed by his religious name Xin Shu, meaning Golden Pond Xin to finish the letter and burst into laughter. Fellow bastard died a deserving death after all. Turns out he ganged up with the monsters. No wonder he managed to live to be 270. He must be that master who taught him some tricks about feeding on air, and that's how he enjoyed such longevity. Elderson still remembers his appearances. Let me just turn into that monk and have a trip inside his cave. That way I can see where Mike Shy is. If I can find it, I'll just snatch it back and save myself a lot of effort.

Splendid Grace Sage, and so he recited a spell, and facing the wind, transformed into the spit image of the old monk. He hit the iron rod before coming towards The Cave entrance in wide strides, yelling open the door. The Imps opened the door, saw what he looked like, and turned around hurriedly to report Breaking.

Elder Jinxu is here. The monster was astonished. I only just sent out an underling to deliver an invitation to him. The letter has not even arrived at his place by now. How did he show up so soon? I guess the little one didn't bump into him on his way. He must be here to take back the Kashaya by Sun Xinju's orders, whoever is in charge shall hide the Buddhist robe from his view.

Xinju, by then, has entered the front gate. What he saw in the courtyard were Pines and bamboos forming an array of emerald as Peaches and plums competed over their colours. Flowers thrived with orchid sending out waves of aroma. It was actually quite a paradise. Heaven. And then he noticed a couplet hanging by the two door planks, reading, hiding in the tranquillity of a deep mountain.

I have no worldly worries living in a divine cave. Such secluded life, happiness lies within. Simple innocence seemed to mutter to himself. This fellow too is a monster who has rid himself of the dirt and dust of the world and come to understand the purpose of life. He proceeded inside the gates and three layers in he could see nothing but decorated pillars and beams along with colourfully bright windows. And there was the dark fellow who was wearing a dark green silk robe, a grey cloak with flowery frets, a black soft square hat worn by hermits and a pair of black deerskin boots. He saw Xinjo come in and tidy his clothes before coming down the stairs to greet him saying.

Xinju my old friend, it's been so long, please have a seat please. Xinjo returned the gesture to him. After meeting, they sat down and had tea. Once tea was over, the monster turned and asked. I happened to have a brief letter awaiting your opening. It's about a gathering on the day after tomorrow. How come you are already here today? My old friend Sinjar answered.

I happened to be on my way to pay you a visit before unexpectedly bumping into your honourable letter for me. I then learnt of this elegant feast of the Buddhist robe. That is why I hurried here. I would like to have a look at it. The monster laughed and said. Oh friend, you are not making sense.

The Geshire originally belonged to the Tongue monk. He is staying at your place. How is it possible that you have not already seen it and had to come see it from me instead? Sincho explained. This humble cleric did borrow it, but didn't manage to open it up for a better look. Last night, I didn't expect that you Great King had taken hold of it. My desolate mountain was ravaged by a fire and we lost a lot of property.

The disciple of the Tongue monk was also quite aggressive. Mr. All the chaos, we couldn't find the Geshire anywhere. The Great King is fortunate enough to be in possession of it. That is why I came to have a look. Just as they were talking, a patrolling imp came in to report Great King Disaster.

The little soldier sent to deliver the invitation has been killed by Sun Xinjiang by the roadside. He followed the tracks and transformed into Elder Xinjiang to trick the Buddha's road from you. The monster heard this and muttered. I knew it was strange that the elder came today in so soon, so he quickly rose and grabbed his spear, aiming it right at Xinjiang. Singdal, on the other hand, pulled out the rod from his ear and returned to his true form.

Blocking the tip of the spear, he jumped right out of the monster's living room. They fought from the courtyard all the way to the front gate, shattering the nerves of every monster in The Cave and frightening the soul out of the old and young. This fine battle taking place on the mountain was unlike the one from last time.

A splendid fight indeed. The Monkey King was bold as the dark fellow was cunning. A brilliant plan was foiled by a patrolling imp and a rage the old monster Loud and bright, the rod and spear fought to prove who was right. Wukong's transformations were a rarity in this world, but so was the monster's powers. One wanted the Buddha's robe for his birthday, while the other would never leave without taking it back. This bitter fight was sure hard to stop, even if Buddha himself was present.

The two fought from The Cave entrance to the mountaintop and from the mountaintop up into the clouds, a mist, fog and wind, sand and rubble. They went at each other until the rest sun was setting in the West, but there was still no victor. The master said, Hey son, stop for a moment, it's getting late now and not a good time to fight. You should leave.

Leave now, come back tomorrow morning and I'll fight with you to decide who lives or dies. Xinjua yelled at him. Don't you run my son. If you want to fight, then act like a fighter. You can't get away with it by saying it's too late in the day. Look at him just throwing his rod forward without reason. The dark fellow again transformed into a cool breeze and slipped back into his cave.

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