Flowing Sand River.
Under the deterrence of Sun Wukong's Buddhist Whip, the ice-melting troops of Spirited Mountain continued to carry forward the spirit of sacrifice and fearlessness of Buddha.
The bellies of the eight hundred Arhats and Bodhisattvas were red, white, and red. As their magic power circulated and gathered, hot steam rose, and the hard ice under their bellies melted rapidly.
"Pa!"
"Wow! Manjushri Bodhisattva, you are one of the eight great Bodhisattvas of Spirited Mountain. Why did you only melt this little ice after so long? Lazy, Buddha, Manjushri is lazy!”
"Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, your speed of melting ice is actually inferior to Dragon-subduing Arhat! Lazy, Buddha, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was also lazy!”
"Wow, Bodhisattva Lingji, why didn't you melt the glacier at all? It must be because you're not devout! He was distracted! You're lazy and deserve a beating!"
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
In the steam, Sun Wukong's whip was swinging loudly. Every time he lashed out, he would accurately hit the face of an Arhat or Bodhisattva, leaving a medal of shame on their faces.
Indeed, only when the tide receded did one know who could not swim.
With everyone working together, the ice was melting quickly.
However, because of the different levels of concentration, the speed at which the ice under their stomachs melted was different. With this comparison, the effect was obvious.
The Bodhisattvas who did not melt with their heart were still very high in the glacier below their bellies, but the Bodhisattvas who melted with their heart were already two to three meters deep in the ice.
In a horizontal comparison, it was easy to see who was slacking off and who was not.
Sun Wukong also grasped the result of this comparison and lashed out hard at these high and mighty Bodhisattvas, especially Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Lingji, who were his pets and would make things difficult for them on the way to the scriptures. Sun Wukong had taken revenge in advance.
It was called a satisfying fight, a physical and mental pleasure!
"No! Buddha, we've put in our heart. We're not slacking off! The ice under us is really hard to melt!”
"That's right, Buddha. The ice under our stomachs is really, really cold!”
"It's not that I'm not putting in effort, but this ice is really different from others!”
Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Lingji, and the other Bodhisattvas cried out their grievances. They had clearly used a lot of strength, but the speed of melting the ice was not as fast as the Arhats with low cultivation. It was obvious that this was not their problem, but the problem with the ice.
Naturally, under Sun Wukong's intentional control, the difficulty of their melting ice was increasing. If they didn't do this, how could they be beaten?
"Nonsense! The ice was clearly the same! Buddha, they must be slacking off. They were not devout in chanting the scriptures, and there was no Buddha in their hearts. That was why the efficiency of melting ice was so low. My master is a mortal without any cultivation! It was precisely because he was devoutly reciting the scriptures and had Buddha in his heart that the ice had melted five to six meters!”
Every time this happened, Sun Wukong would jump out and bring out a strong control group.
That's right, Tang Sanzang was too cold and too focused on chanting the scriptures. He had long turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window, but he was the fastest to melt the ice. How could this be explained?
It could only indirectly prove that Samantabhadra and the others were not serious enough.
"Wukong, draw again! If their ice melting speed doesn't increase, I'll whip them ruthlessly again!”
Tathagata sternly and decisively rejected the grievances of the Bodhisattvas. Instead, he intensified his efforts and asked Sun Wukong to deal with them.
"Ah! Buddha, we're not lying to you. We've really done our best. We've done our best.”
Samantabhadra and the others screamed in grievance and despair, but it was useless. The more they screamed, the more Sun Wukong slapped them.
In the end, they finally melted the ice without making a sound. Even though they knew that it was extremely difficult for them to melt the ice, they could only swallow their grievances and pain into their stomachs and did not dare to complain or complain anymore.
After enjoying the beating, Sun Wukong naturally secretly reduced the difficulty for these Bodhisattvas, allowing them to catch up with the others. This led to the Bodhisattvas melting ice faster after being whipped! The comparison between the speed of melting ice before and after being whipped undoubtedly proved that they were trying to slack off.
"Buddha, everything is fine. At this speed, we should be able to rescue Junior Brother Sha in two or three days.”
After Sun Wukong was done with all of this, he walked in front of Rulai to claim credit.
"It's only two or three days. These Bodhisattvas and Arhats can hold on, but I'm afraid Master won't be able to hold on. Buddha, can you ask Master to stop for a while? After all, he's a mortal. If he really freezes, we won't be able to extract the scriptures.”
Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang worriedly.
"Hmm, Wukong, you've thought it through. As for Sanzang, we can't let him do this. Lingji and the others are enough.”
Tathagata listened to Sun Wukong's suggestion. Under the envious gazes of Lingji, Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and the others, Sun Wukong scooped Tang Sanzang up, gave him a blanket, and lit a fire for him. After a while, he even heated up ginger soup and did his best to take care of Tang Sanzang.
Compared to this treatment, these Bodhisattvas and Arhats were undoubtedly even more bitter and bitter…
Why was it their turn to do the dirty and tiring work?
They couldn't figure it out.
What made them even more puzzled was that after Tang Sanzang left, the weather became even worse. The northwest wind inexplicably began to blow again, and finally a snowstorm began, which made it more difficult for them to melt the ice.
It was as if the heavens were against them.
"Wahhh! Why, Buddha, why must you treat us like this?”
He collapsed. As one of the Arhats finally could not hold on any longer, he cried out. When the other Arhats and Bodhisattvas heard this, it was as if there was a chain reaction. They all cried and went on strike.
It was really heartbreaking to hear it and tears to see it.
"Buddha, what right do you have! This Curtain General was clearly arranged by the Heavenly Court, why didn't the Heavenly Court do anything!”
Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Lingji, and the others completely collapsed and gave up.
After that, no matter how Sun Wukong whipped them, they could not get up. Why did they have to work so hard while the Heavenly Court watched from the side? Moreover, they even gave them such a blizzard.
Was he gloating?
In any case, they quit and went on strike!
Whoever wanted to save Sha Wujing could save him. They were not going to save him.
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