The Battle in Journey to the West

It is said that Wukong had a fierce battle with Nine Heavens Responding Origin Thunder God Puhua Heavenly Venerable Wen Zhong. Indeed, as the Heavenly Venerable of the Thunder Department, Wen Zhong’s mana was strong and extremely formidable.

After Wen Zhong broke out of the Eight Trigrams Array, the hearts of all Buddhas in the Buddhist sect felt secretly displeased, as this was mocking their sect as inferior to the Daoist. Moreover, a Buddha Ancestor even went to learn the spells of the Daoist Sect.

Wukong brought his palms together, smiling, "Buddhism and Daoism come from the same source, both seeking that supreme Hunyuan. Where is there ’you’ or ’I’? Grand Preceptor Wen, spare your words and watch the attack."

Wen Zhong only heard a loud bang and then saw that Sun Wukong had transformed into three heads and six arms, each arm wielding a Jingu Bang, charging at him. In an instant, Wen Zhong also shook his form, and beneath him, an Ink Qilin appeared. He mounted the Ink Qilin and engaged in combat with Wukong. Wukong, with his feet on the clouds, moved freely, jumping back and forth. Wen Zhong’s twin divine whips couldn’t touch him, infuriating Grand Preceptor Wen to the point of exploding.

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Tathagata thought to himself, "This Heaven-Penetrating Sect Leader is indeed best at teaching disciples, producing such a naturally gifted Stone Monkey. These Thirty-Six Types of Transformations are used brilliantly to perfection."

The thing that the Heaven-Penetrating Sect Leader was best at was teaching his disciples. Under him, Daoist Duobao managed to fight the Interpretation Sect’s Twelve Golden Immortals until they searched the ground for their teeth. In the end, it was a Saint who captured Duobao and threw him to The West, where he was transformed into Duobao Tathagata. He taught without discrimination, welcoming anyone who sought the Dao, refusing none, imparting methods, passing on magical treasures, and treating all equally.

Tathagata, watching Wukong fighting Wen Zhong, couldn’t help but silently admire him. Wen Zhong, as the Heavenly Venerable of the Thunder Department, had been famous since the Ancient Times and had, on his own, subdued the barbarians of the North Sea! Now, his mana was even more profound, but Wukong was able to fight him to a standstill. For someone newer to the scene, that was truly impressive.

Wen Zhong’s Ink Qilin under him kept roaring, emitting thunderbolts, while Wen Zhong swung his twin divine whips, flashing with lightning as if setting off firecrackers, with a continuous cracking sound, deafening all around.

"Sun Wukong, if not dismount now, then when?!" Wen Zhong suddenly roared, his voice thunderous, sweeping all directions.

"Dismount" was his habit of speech. In ancient times, when immortals helped mortals in battle, they rode on horses. A shout from him could make those immortals crash down from their mounts, and with a throw of his male and female whips, he would immediately capture them.

Wukong felt as if his Primordial Spirit was bound by a strange power, his True Qi not circulating smoothly, and he fell down from the clouds.