The Battle in Journey to the West
Chapter 322 - 283: Wukong’s Great Battle with Mosquito Taoist

Chapter 322: Chapter 283: Wukong’s Great Battle with Mosquito Taoist

Wukong saw a Taoist cultivating beneath the city, surrounded by blood light and malevolent aura that made him seem ghastly, a truly terrifying sight indicative of an evil and crooked path.

Wukong withdrew his Heavenly Eye, held the Lion Seal in his hand, his eyes wide open in a Vajra expression, and roared, "Om—Mani—Padme—Hum!"

He stretched out the Six Syllable Mantra long, each syllable shaking heaven and earth. Golden lotuses surged in the air, and terrifying sound waves rushed into the city and underground, assaulting the Taoist’s spirit.

Buddhist True Words and Taoist True Words could both attack a person’s soul. The Taoist, deep in meditation, suddenly heard a thunderous sound; the terrifying mantra almost materialized before him, striking like thunder. His body’s blood light instantly dissipated, and he spat a mouthful of blood with a ’puh’ sound.

"Who dares to ambush me?" the Taoist roared furiously, turning into a black light and shooting up from below the ground, his body enveloped in blood light and an eerie aura, like a demon lord.

Wukong, holding the Lion Seal, roared again, "Poluo-seng-jiedi!"

A wave of sound blasted again. The Taoist was prepared this time, he shouted loudly, sending a punch that with his voice, shattered the wave of sound.

"Who are you? How dare you sneak attack me?!" the Taoist said, his face sinister, with slanted brows over triangular eyes, and a hooked nose.

The face is the mirror of the heart; his ugly appearance suggested a heart just as vile, a genuine evil demon.

Wukong shouted, "Who are you, Taoist? How dare you kill eighty thousand citizens of Xiqimi Country? Is there no king’s law?"

The Taoist sneered, "King’s law? We who cultivate the Tao have no regard for such laws. Are you Victorious Fighting Buddha?"

Wukong was indeed easy to recognize, with his hairy face and Thunder Duke lips, holding the Jingu Bang, draped in kasaya. Anyone slightly knowledgeable would know his origin.

"Indeed, it is I!" Wukong replied coldly.

"Oh! I am the Ancient Mosquito Taoist," sneered the Taoist, "so it’s you, Macaca, disturbing my cultivation! Watch as I turn you into blood food!"

A sudden clink resonated in Wukong’s heart as he thought, "This Mosquito Taoist sucked three ranks from Amitabha Buddha’s Twelve-Rank Meritorious Lotus Platform. Amitabha then refined the Lotus Platform into the Rebirth Box, causing a reversal of time in Heavenly Dao! Unbeknownst to us, through the Lotus Platform, we have formed a sinister connection. Amitabha has been kind to me, and this Mosquito Taoist, by consuming his platform, has crossed him. This karma has indeed come to fall upon me!"

Now fully understanding the mystery of the laws and comprehending the Heavenly Dao, he quickly realized the karma between him and the Mosquito Taoist. This encounter today was orchestrated by the Heavenly Dao! The evil karma tied the Mosquito Taoist and Amitabha, but since Amitabha was missing, and Wukong reborn through the Rebirth Box, their karma was linked, especially since the Rebirth Box came from the Meritorious Lotus Platform, making it his duty to resolve this karma for Amitabha.

"Not to mention the Meritorious Lotus Platform, even the karma from our lineage of the Lingbao Sect requires me to confront him! He consumed the Tortoise Spirit Holy Mother, who happens to be my sect sister. The karma between me and this Mosquito Taoist is substantial; I must execute him!" A wave of killing intent surged in Wukong’s heart.

The Mosquito Taoist had the advantage of striking first, crossing hundreds of yards in one step and aiming a palm at Wukong’s face.

Wukong, not to be outdone, shifted his stance and countered with a palm strike at the Mosquito Taoist.

Their palms collided, creating an explosion like a comet colliding with the moon, thundering loudly as both staggered back, stepping on the void.

As the Mosquito Taoist had been taken by surprise by Wukong’s mantra, his spirit was shaken and his Primordial Spirit affected, leaving him unable to exert his full strength.

"I and the Buddhist sect are sworn enemies; in ancient times, I was nearly annihilated by Amitabha’s true word. Now having recovered, I sought blood food to regain strength, but was ambushed by this Victorious Fighting Buddha, injuring my Primordial Spirit! Damn it, it enrages me! Bald donkeys, one day, I will drain you all dry!" murderous intent burned in the Mosquito Taoist’s eyes.

The karma he had with Buddhism was deep; his secret consumption of Amitabha’s Lotus Platform and the Tortoise Spirit Holy Mother had greatly angered Amitabha. A true word from Amitabha had nearly destroyed him completely, though he had managed to escape, thus sparing his life. Now, just recovered, he inadvertently landed in Wukong’s hands, an incredibly unlucky fate.

"Mosquito Taoist was also a master of the Law Realm, nearly becoming a creator! He absorbed the Tortoise Spirit Holy Mother and the Meritorious Lotus Platform, gaining a great opportunity. Had Amitabha Buddha not roared and injured his origin, he might have already become a first-rate creator," Wukong thought to himself.

Almost all disciples of the Heaven-Penetrating Sect Hierarch were masters capable of becoming creators. Wusheng became one only in recent years because he had avoided the Divine Enthronement Catastrophe by reincarnating at Mount Li and resuming his cultivation. Otherwise, after so many years of hard cultivation, he might already have become a powerhouse of the Quasi-Saint level.

Mosquito Taoist cursed, "Victorious Fighting Buddha, I originally did not want to seek you out, but you came to provoke me! Today, I will let you see the strength of your Taoist master!"

Wukong held the Jingu Bang in his hand, and Mosquito Taoist produced a long spear. The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows.

This mighty battle stirred up dust and darkness, turned the seas and rivers, distressing even the demons and ghosts, as the intense fighting veiled the sun.

Suddenly, Mosquito Taoist shouted and with a spell, transformed into countless mosquitoes. Each mosquito had black and white stripes, as thick as a thumb, which was a horrifying sight to behold.

"Good demon, so you think you’re the only one who can transform?" Wukong cursed and plucked a few hairs, blew True Qi into them from the palm of his hand, and immediately blew out numerous clones.

Wukong instantly created over a hundred clones to fight against the mosquitoes formed by Mosquito Taoist. The battle became even more intense, with continuous crackling sounds as countless clones of Wukong and thick mosquitoes fell from the sky.

Mosquito Taoist cursed, "Had you not injured my Primordial Spirit from the start, how could you be my match? Damn it, you monks of the Buddhist sect, shameless and deceitful, always resorting to sneak attacks."

However, Wukong just laughed heartily and responded, "You demon, for your own selfishness, killed nearly eighty thousand people, draining their souls, flesh, and blood, causing immeasurable harm! Anyone who sees you, seeks to slay you! Mosquito Taoist, evil begets evil! You have sown bad karma with Amitabha Buddha; thus, you’ve sown bad karma with our entire Buddhist sect. Watch as I reduce you to ashes!"

With a fierce curse, Wukong advanced in attack, swinging the Jingu Bang, forcing Mosquito Taoist to constantly dodge.

"Very well, very well, Victorious Fighting Buddha, you truly have a dominant aura, but I’ll see how you can overcome me! Ten Thousand Arrows Fired at Once!" Mosquito Taoist’s body exploded, transforming into millions of palm-sized mosquitoes.

Each mosquito reared back then lunged forward, their mouthparts incredibly falling off and hurtling towards Wukong! The mouthparts of Mosquito Taoist were highly toxic, any hit would paralyze the entire body, possibly leading to physical death, leaving only the soul to escape the body.

"Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover, Dragon Chant Iron Cloth Shirt!" Wukong let out a tiger roar and manifested a Golden Bell Cover around his body. Despite the millions of mouthparts attacking, cracks appeared on the cover.

Wukong shouted, "Righteous Qi of Heaven and Earth, transform into thunder; eliminate the demon and vanish the monster! City of Thunder, Ancient Thunder Cannons!"

With a wave of his hand, he released the City of Thunder and dove into it; then, the one hundred and eight Ancient Thunder Cannons within roared to life.

This was truly a bombardment of mosquitoes with cannons, yet their numbers were so vast, in the millions; a single shot roared like a sea of thunder, instantly turning a vast swath of mosquitoes into ash.

However, the Mosquito Taoist had many clones, and with the bombardment from the Ancient Thunder Cannons of the City of Thunder, those mouthparts turned to ash in the thunder, as did countless of his clones, raining down mosquitoes from the sky, piling up until they were at least a foot high.

Mosquito Taoist exclaimed, "You actually got your hands on the City of Thunder!"

All those mouthparts couldn’t reach into the City of Thunder; once they got near, they were immediately struck by the lightning into ash.

Wukong cursed, "Knowing this, won’t you surrender quickly?"

If he could slay Mosquito Taoist and end this karma, his cultivation might progress even further, gaining immense benefits.

The outcome is unknown. Please tune in next time for the resolution. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcomed to vote at Starting Point (qidian.com) for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)