The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 230 - 176 Red Bottomed Horse Monkey "Sun Miao

"Pah, you plague-ridden baldy! So I’ve fallen into your hands today, just my rotten luck! Wait until I live another lifetime, I will definitely seek revenge and wash away my humiliation!" The monkey showed no fear, its eyes fierce and violent, sending chills through anyone who beheld it.

"Ha ha ha, what a joke! You still want to live another lifetime? Today, I will destroy your body completely and slaughter your Primordial Spirit!" It’s hard to imagine a monk, let alone the great Maitreya Buddha, could utter such words. But now the truth was right in front of you, leaving no room for disbelief.

"Mile Daoist, it has been three days since we’ve met, and I’ve missed you terribly. I didn’t expect to run into you over the East Sea, what fate!" Just as Maitreya was about to make his move, a voice that he would remember for the rest of his life rang in his ear. The nightmare-like whisper frightened him so much that his body shivered and his mana suddenly dispersed.

The clever monkey flashed away, flying far from Maitreya.

Li Qingming, riding on the broad back of Xiong Da, came leisurely over the surface of the East Sea.

With effort, Maitreya patted his cheeks and forced an ugly smile, bowing to Li Qingming: "Fellow Daoist is kind!"

Li Qingming watched Maitreya with a smile that was not quite a smile, saying, "Before the feast, I had already told you, Daoist. After the Heavenly Wedding Ceremony, we must have a good talk. How could you break your promise?"

"If I actually had a good talk with you, would I still be alive to return to the Western Teachings?"

Although he thought so, the same ugly smile remained on his face. Maitreya said, "Fellow Daoist is joking! This poor monk must hurry back to Mount Sumeru to report to my Master. Alas, I could only quicken my journey, thereby missing the promise I made with you! My sins, my sins!"

Li Qingming suddenly looked around at the empty surroundings in surprise, saying, "Are you trying to deceive me, Fellow Daoist? This is going away from the Western direction. If you are in a hurry to return to Mount Sumeru, why come to the East Sea?"

Maitreya’s eyes shifted, and he said with a pitiful tone: "When this poor monk hurried to the Western direction, a sudden impulse stirred in me, predicting that a Spiritual Treasure fated for me would surface. Thus, following the palpitations, I arrived here. Who knew this monkey would make unreasonable trouble, attempting to seize my Magic Treasure. Just as I was dealing with this monkey, Daoist you appeared!"

"You shameless monk! What do you mean by ’a Spiritual Treasure fated for you’? I obtained this Magic Treasure first, and you, this shameless monk, schemed to rob me of it. If it wasn’t for Daoist Grandfather arriving in time, this Little Demon fears he would have already returned to the earth in spirit!" The monkey was hopping madly, the resentment in its words clear to even an idiot.

Maitreya, seeing Li Qingming’s face growing increasingly cloudy, hurriedly said, "Please do not listen to that beast..."

Li Qingming waved his hand, interrupting Maitreya, "In my memory, your master Zhunti Buddha Mother is not unlike a flood and ferocious beast, especially fond of kidnapping, undermining, and robbing homes. Who would’ve thought, Fellow Maitreya, that you truly embody your teacher’s Divine Marrow!"

Upon hearing Li Qingming making up stories about Zhunti, even if it was true, Maitreya’s face turned purple with rage, and his eyes nearly spit fire.

"What, are you not convinced, Daoist? If so, let us settle the karma between us that was forged thousands of years ago, let’s settle it today!" Li Qingming had long wanted an excuse to deal with the Western Teachings for constantly bothering the Eastern lands.

"Hmph, don’t you think you are going too far, Daoist?" Maitreya’s face twitched, his voice cold and chilly.

"You’re talking about going too far? Thousands of years ago when you tried to steal my disciple, did you think about going too far? Zhunti Buddha, relying on his Saint cultivation, forced a competition with me, did he think about going too far? Now you’re talking to me about righteousness, it’s too late!" Maitreya should not have brought that up, for it only fueled Li Qingming’s anger even more. The Saintly pressure belonging to Li Qingming rushed towards Maitreya in an instant.

Seeing the look in Li Qingming’s eyes change, Maitreya realized that Li Qingming was about to take action. In just an instant, he summoned a Spiritual Treasure very similar to the Purple Golden Bowl of Zhunti.

Too bad his speed, though fast, wasn’t as fast as Li Qingming’s.

"Slap!" A huge pale aqua palm flew across the space and landed on his face, causing his body to roll and tread forcefully, smashing a swath of Void, retreating far away.

"Damn it!" Maitreya yelled, his face filled with rage. That slap was far too cruel and heartless, directly imprinted on his body. The physical pain and suffering were nothing compared to the mental humiliation; it was an outright contempt and humiliation. It was like a resounding slap on his face, solid and forceful, making him furious beyond measure.

"Roar!" In a roar of rage, Maitreya controlled the Purple Golden Bowl above his head, furiously smashing it towards Li Qingming. The bowl, as big as a palm, grew with the wind, resembling the roaring of wind and thunder, its sound immense, the Gang Wind fierce, as if opening a new world. The dark blue sea water beneath his feet churned violently, countless fishes and shellfish turned belly-up, surfacing upon the sea.

Li Qingming simply smiled coldly and said, "Grains of rice shine not in brilliance!" Then he stretched out his right hand and flicked lightly.

"Ding!"

This so-called Spiritual Treasure that closely resembled the Purple Golden Bowl was nowhere near as sturdy as imagined. With just a light flick, it turned to ash in an instant.

Not far away, Maitreya spewed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you surprised?" Li Qingming said lightly, smiling as he drew a tumultuous green rune in the air and gently imprinted it into Maitreya’s Primordial Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

Unable to move, Maitreya could only watch in terror as Li Qingming had his way: "What have you done to me?"

Li Qingming smiled, slowly walking away with the still confused monkey in tow.

In the time that followed, Mile found his cultivation dwindling day by day. He was at the Late Stage of Daluo on the first day, the Middle Stage of Daluo on the second day, and the Early Stage of Daluo on the third day. These three days nearly drove Mile mad. He knew in his heart that all this was thanks to Li Qingming’s doing.

After hearing Mile’s story, Zhunti’s eyes blazed with unconcealed fury.

"Qingmingzi, in this life, either you die or I do!" he screamed madly, filled with endless resentment from the depths of his heart.

That day, all living beings in the Western region were talking about this matter, and it wouldn’t be long before the whole Primordial Continent would be discussing it over tea and rice.

Meanwhile, Li Qingming, the very instigator of this event, was looking at the monkey in front of him with an indescribable fondness in his eyes.

Seeing the monkey’s hesitation, Li Qingming suddenly spoke: "I have heard that there exists a beast in Huai River, resembling a monkey with white hair and long mane, snow-white teeth, and golden claws, about five zhang tall. When its eyes open and close, they flash with thunder!"

The monkey trembled all over and kowtowed in homage: "Esteemed Daoist grandpa is truly insightful; this Little Demon is indeed that beast from Huai River!"

Li Qingming smiled and continued, "Within the Zhou Cycle, there are Five Immortals, namely, the divine beings of heaven, earth, man, ghosts; and there are Five Insects, creatures of shells, scales, hairs, feathers, bugs. There are also Four Monkey of Chaos that do not fall into any of the ten categories. One of them is called the Red Bottomed Horse Monkey, who knows yin and yang, understands human affairs, is skilled in entering and exiting, and evades death to prolong life."

As he said this, Li Qingming looked at the monkey half-smilingly and asked, "Monkey, am I correct?"

The monkey felt a surge of excitement. No one else knew the origin of the Red Bottomed Horse Monkey, and yet this Daoist had such skill to divine his past and present lives—a true Divine.

Immediately, the monkey kowtowed continuously, saying, "If Esteemed Daoist grandpa wishes to know, this Little Demon is indeed that Red Bottomed Horse Monkey! This Little Demon’s life was preserved by your grace, and I wish to serve by your side in this life, as a servant and a slave, hoping you would take me in!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That Red Bottomed Horse Monkey was genuinely earnest, each kowtow landing on the hard, steel-like ground with resounding thuds.

"Hahaha, monkey, it’s fate that brings us together! My name is Qingmingzi. As the foremost third-generation disciple of the Taoist sect, my master is the Yuqing Saint Primordial Venerable, and my grandmaster is Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun. Today I wish to take you as my disciple, what say you?"

Red Bottomed Horse Monkey’s face showed ecstatic joy, and he hurriedly kowtowed in response: "Disciple is willing, disciple is willing! From the day I was born until now, I’ve lived but two centuries without a name or a surname, and I beg Master to bestow one upon me!"

Li Qingming found himself somewhat at a loss for words. These three monkeys all belonged to the Four Monkey of Chaos; could there be some telepathic link between them that none of them had a name?

After pondering for a while, Li Qingming said, "Among the previous disciples I have taken, your eldest martial brother is the Six-Eared Macaque, and your second martial brother is the Long Armed Ape Monkey, both belonging to the Four Monkey of Chaos, taking ’Sun’ as their surname. Since you are inherently capable of controlling and mastering water, henceforth you shall be called Sun Miao!"

"Sun Miao, Sun Miao..." The Red Bottomed Horse Monkey muttered the name a few times, then kowtowed again: "Disciple Sun Miao thanks Master for granting me a name!"

"Hahaha, very well!" Taking the third of the Four Monkey of Chaos as his disciple, Li Qingming felt immensely gratified. "Come, follow me back to Penglai Island!"

Li Qingming mounted Xiong Da once more and swayed eastward, heading back to Penglai Island.

...

The Witch Tribe, which had recently suffered a great disaster, had just finished rebuilding Wood Village when they again welcomed a guest.

However, this time the visitor was not there to cause trouble, but was the Demon Master Kunpeng.

The treatment of Demon Master was entirely different from that of Old Turtle. The Twelve Ancestor Witches learned from the Heaven and Earth Taoist that Kunpeng was a servant of Li Qingming, which greatly surprised them. The venerable position of the Demon Master of the Demon Race, comparable to that of a Demon Emperor, actually swore fealty to Li Qingming—a truly unprecedented oddity since the creation of heaven and earth.

Mount Buzhou, Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, there were offenses in the past, and I hope you can forgive us!" Di Jiang laughed heartily and genuinely.

"Fellow Daoist is too kind!" Kunpeng hastily replied with a bow: "I never thought that after years of conflict, we’d have the opportunity to gather here, peacefully discussing major matters!"

"Stuff it! If it wasn’t for Brother Li, you’d still be that Demon Master of the Demon Race, without even a chance to enter this door!" Gonggong, unabashedly drinking, swallowed a fiery mouthful of spirituous liquor, exhaled a long breath of warm air and said: "But, times change! Now, not only are we fellow daoists, but we are also brothers! Hahahahaha..."

All the Ancestor Witches laughed boisterously. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Kunpeng, who had spent years in the cold practice chambers or scheming against other beings, felt the sincerity of friendship for the first time.

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