Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Zixia Calls to Buddha’s Heart Through Death Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Zixia Calls to Buddha’s Heart Through Death But the novice monk went up to the Spiritual Mountain and had the Victorious Fighting Buddha summoned from the Scripture Pavilion.

Wukong asked, “What business do you have with me?”

The novice monk replied, “There is a young lady at the foot of the mountain who seeks the Victorious Fighting Buddha.”

Wukong couldn’t help but be secretly astonished. He thought to himself “A young lady?” But then a thought suddenly struck him, “Could it be her? She said that the day I achieved the title of Victorious Fighting Buddha, she would come to send me an invitation.”

Wukong inquired, “What does this young lady look like? What is her purpose in coming here?”

The novice monk replied, “She said she came to deliver an invitation.”

Wukong, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but be greatly shocked, and he hurried down the mountain.

Indeed, Zixia was waiting outside the mountain gate. Seeing Wukong descend in his kasaya, her expression involuntarily darkened.

“The little lady pays her respects to the Victorious Fighting Buddha!” Zixia said with her cheeks puffed out.

If it were any ordinary person who saw Zixia’s appearance, two thoughts would certainly arise in their mind—the first would be, how adorable this girl is; the second would be, how can this girl be so adorable?

Wukong could see that this girl named Zixia was holding a grudge, so he asked, “Are you angry?”

Zixia gave a helpless smile and said, “Sometimes, being angry is of no use. If being angry were effective, then everyone in the world would simply get angry! Even so, I’m still angry. Tell me, if I were to die in front of you, would you care?”

Wukong brought his palms together and said, “Amitabha! The Buddhist family extols the virtue of cherishing life, even the Buddha Ancestor fed himself to the eagle, how could I stand by and watch you die before my very eyes?”

Zixia looked into his eyes and said, “Do you remember, I said that if you do not come to seek me out, I would end my own life. Now, even though we have met, you have become a Buddha, all desires emptied, you have even forgotten about me. I was born because I depended on you, without you, naturally I cannot go on living.”

Wukong smiled slightly, and without saying a word, he only shook his head slightly.

Zixia let out a sigh and said, “However, before I die, I intend to take it out on this Buddhist sect!”

Having said this, with a light shout, she drew out the Purple Green Sword, intending to slaughter several of the novice monks nearby.

Wukong simply raised his hand, and a beam of golden light burst forth from his fingertips, entangling around the Purple Green Sword to prevent it from falling.

Zixia bitterly smiled and said, “It seems that if I want to kill myself, you naturally have a way to stop me! But you have forgotten, we from the Demon Tribe have a move called Corporeal Disintegration!”

Wukong’s pupils constricted, and he was about to stop her, but it was already too late. Zixia’s primordial spirit began to burn fiercely, and her physical body started to disintegrate.

“No!” Wukong shouted loudly, the headband on his head starting to tighten, leaving a deep bloody gash.

Zixia’s body was gradually falling apart, and at this moment, it seemed that only a saint’s personal arrival could save her.

Zixia, looking at Wukong, murmured with a smile, “I have always been waiting… waiting for you to come fetch me, wearing majestic armor and riding on seven-colored clouds. Sadly, I won’t be able to wait any longer, no longer…”

The headband on Wukong’s head tightened more and more, and he felt even the Three Corpse Gods in the Niwan Palace jumping violently, intense pain transmitting from the depths of his primordial spirit! His vision darkened, and all his past experiences surged into view. The six True Words suppressed by the Buddhist Family in his head were all pulverized to bits in this moment!

“Zixia!” Wukong called out loud, reaching out to grasp, but he could only clutch at fragments.

“With my death, I have awakened you, but sadly, I will never see you ride those seven-colored clouds to fetch me again…”

Zixia’s body and primordial spirit had both faded to oblivion, leaving no trace behind. A strand of hair drifted down, falling into the palm of Wukong’s hand. He gently picked up the strand of hair and wrapped it around his own index finger, as if wrapping it around his heart. But sadly, she was no longer there.

“How can you be so foolish?” Wukong stood still, silently without a word, “There was once a sincere emotion placed before me, which I did not treasure. Not until I lost it did I realize my regret, nothing in this world is more painful than this. If Heaven could grant me another chance to do it all over again, I would tell that girl three words: I love you. If I must put a time limit on this love, I hope it is for an entire Yuan cycle!”

“Victorious Fighting Buddha, what’s wrong?” the novice monk beside Wukong asked.

Wukong looked up at the sky, with tears streaming down his face, and said, “I am contemplating, what is the true Buddha.” After saying that, he began to laugh madly, “Ha ha, ha ha ha!”

He had an indescribable clarity at this moment, looking up at the sky. Those were a pair of indifferent eyes, yet within them, there was a hint of tenderness and a deep sigh, as if feeling pity for him, but also seeming to pity themselves.

Wukong spoke slowly, “I think, it’s only today that I have truly understood what a real Buddha is, hasn’t it? This Western Heaven, it’s all full of false Buddhas, only I am the true one! I want to…fight, combat, win!”

The novice monk didn’t understand what Wukong was talking about, but Wukong slowly spoke to the pair of eyes in the sky, “This is just a dream, isn’t it? In the dream, I can even possess the power of a Saint… Primordial Spirit, grant me the power to shatter the false, to achieve the status of a true Buddha!”

The novice monk saw that after the female benefactor had undergone corporeal disintegration, the Victorious Fighting Buddha kept talking to himself, quite perplexed, as if the woman had driven him mad.

In the dream, one doesn’t know it’s a dream, but in the dream Wukong suddenly became lucid, everything was an illusion.

The headband on his head suddenly cracked and turned into fine powder, falling down.

“This is my dream!” Wukong declared, “Xuan Ming, I want to kill!”

Wukong suddenly felt his cultivation level soar, his Golden Core completely harmonized, giving birth to the yin and yang qi, forming a spherical Primordial Dao Fruit, splitting into black and white sides, and then the laws of the void twisted before his eyes, and various Sect Founder techniques all entered his sea of consciousness. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable force, a vast and boundless power named the Heavenly Dao!

Heavenly Dao Laws!

Clearly, Xuan Ming had intervened in Wukong’s dream. Since he wanted power, she would give it to him. This was Wukong’s own dream; he could do whatever he wanted in the dream, even become a Heavenly Dao Saint! But becoming a Great Dao Sage was obviously impossible because Xuan Ming couldn’t fathom that realm and couldn’t plant the seed of Dao into Wukong’s dream.

At this moment, Wukong felt as if everything in the world was under his control. With a calculation between his fingers, the past and future were all in his palm – such was the power of a Heavenly Dao Saint!

Though it was a dream, it was indeed intoxicating… Wukong even felt the desire to never leave, to sleep forever in this dream where he was the heaven, the sovereign, he was the Heavenly Dao Saint, he had everything in his hand.

But then he became lucid again, this conflicted with his own Taoist heart. He wanted to revolutionize the world, not to control it, toying with all beings at his applause! He wished for equality among all beings in the world, for Saints no longer to be indifferent and unfeeling, for Deities no longer to oppress the Demon Tribe, no longer to treat mortals as playthings…

Although it was a dream, he must not act this way; he could not become addicted, he still had grand aspirations!

Such lucidity did not last long for Wukong. He quickly forgot he was in a dream, but the power of a Heavenly Dao Saint that he had obtained did not disappear.

Calculating with his fingers, Wukong sighed in his heart, “So it turns out, it was Tathagata who schemed against me. Zixia, why did you have to awaken me with death?”

Wukong took strides toward Spiritual Mountain, and the novice monk asked, “Where is the Victorious Fighting Buddha going?”

Wukong replied, “To discard the false and preserve the true, I am going to become a real Buddha!”

Zixia’s death awakened Wukong’s memories and even restored his lucidity for a moment. Now, Wukong borrowed the power of a Heavenly Dao Saint in his dream. He wanted to kill, to kill Tathagata…the Buddha? In his heart, he had already formed a concept – if he was to be a Buddha, he would be a genuine Buddha!

“Fight, combat, win!”

Flames burned in Wukong’s eyes. Who says a Buddha can’t kill? Who says a Buddha can’t love? Who says a Buddha can’t…

After all, Buddhas are also made of people; in the end, Buddhas are people!

You all are also people, so why sit atop Spiritual Mountain and give orders?

My concept of Buddha is someone with great wisdom and grand aspirations who is not bound by strict rules and will not exploit all beings. They would use their wisdom to enlighten the ignorant…that is a real Buddha!

“I am Wukong, not one who has attained enlightenment within Buddhist Sect and instantly become a Buddha… rather, I will see through Buddhist Sect, peer through these hypocritical Buddhas, and achieve the status of a true Buddha!”

He saw a path of his own, one that Amitabha Buddha once tread. If there is a Buddha in the world, then the only Buddha would be Amitabha. The rest are nothing but illusions.

Amitabha Buddha was not bound by meticulous rules and regulations, not constrained by so-called precepts. He had Buddha in his heart and firmly believed that as long as Buddha was in the heart, everything else was illusory. He played beings in the palm of his hand but never went against his true mind.

Not going against the true mind, having Buddha in the heart, that is Buddha!

What of meticulous rules and regulations? What of slaughtering across the world? Those constrained by meticulous rules and regulations are nothing but false Buddhas!

Unknown is the fate of Tathagata – please listen to the following part for the resolution.