Legend of the Great Sage

heavy chains.
Its glow was completely contained, clearly a buddhist treasure.

The four disciples of the Disciplinary courtyard had all undergone the first heavenly tribulation, yet they only managed to lift up the chains when they worked together.

“Head monk Annihilum Brilliance?” Duoge was taken aback.
The shackles were a treasure of the monastery known as the Fetters.
Not only did they weigh thousands of tonnes, but they could seal up cultivation as well.
The Unraging monk had even joked in the past that he would send Duoge to the Disciplinary courtyard to try them on.

“It’s finally here,” the Unraging monk said softly and reassembled the stone tablet in his hands.

“Senior uncle Unraging, forgive us.” The Annihilum Brilliance Chan Master brought his palms together.

The Unraging monk stood up and planted the stone tablet that had a piece missing firmly in the ground before the Demon Suppression hall.
He turned around and extended his hands.
“Let’s do it!”

“On the shackles!” the Annihilum Brilliance Chan Master said, and the four disciples of the disciplinary courtyard carefully ventured over before opening the shackles with great difficulty, bringing them around the Unraging monk’s hands and neck.

“Master!” Duoge rushed over.

“Keep looking!” the Unraging monk said.
Duoge stopped in his tracks.

“Lock the shackles!” the Annihilum Brilliance Chan Master ordered sternly.
With a click, the shackles closed together firmly.

The Unraging monk’s shoulders sank before straightening again.
His feet sank into the soil.
Under the escortment of the disciplinary disciples, he made his way to Great Buddha mountain.

“I’m not going to looking for it!” Duoge followed after the Unraging monk.

“If you’re not going to look for it, then go travelling outside!” The Unraging monk glanced at Duoge deeply.
He was born as a demonfolk, and his position in the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had always been awkward.
Now that something like this had happened, he would definitely face hostility from all the monks if he remained on Great Buddha mountain.

“I’m not going!” Duoge said.

“Sigh, both of them are so disobedient now.
If I had known earlier, I should have just stuck with eating meat and drinking alcohol.
Why’d I have to copy others and take on disciples?” The Unrasging monk smiled wryly.

Figures flickered on Great Buddha mountain.
Virtually all the disciples had been gathered, amounting to several thousand people.

The four Monk Kings stood at the very centre, where the grand hall originally stood.
Beside them were the various head monks and elders.
They were all solemn.

The sounds of jangling shackles suddenly rang out from the distance, together with the heavy sound of footsteps.
The Unraging monk made his way over step by step, wrapped in shackles and leaving behind a trail of deep footprints in the stone steps behind him.
Duoge followed after him blindly.

The people parted to form a path, gazing at the Unraging monk with various different feelings—sympathy, indignation, abhorrence!

Perhaps they did not know what a buddha nemesis entailed exactly, but the figure of the demonic and divine that stood over two thousand meters tall on Great Buddha mountain had given them an unerasable deep impression.
It was that daemon that had ruined the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga.
That was his disciple!

He had always been different in the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga.
He ignored the rules and disciplines, he ate meat and drank alcohol, and he spent even more time with demonfolk than with monks.
In the end, he even created a disaster like this, which seemed to make perfect sense.
Some people even speculated spitefully that he probably had fallen into the demonic path already, or he would have never taken on a demonfolk as a disciple with all the outstanding disciples that the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga had.

The Unraging monk made his way through the crowd calmly.
Duoge was blocked by the four disciplinary disciples as he called out, “Master!”

“Go!” the Unraging monk looked back and said.

Duoge did not budge at all.
A great clearing appeared around him.
All of the monks maintained their distance from him.

“Abbot, we’ve brought Unraging,” said the Annihilum Brilliance Chan Master.

“You are in charge of the Disciplinary courtyard.
What crimes has he committed today?” the Dauntless monk said.

“Poor judgement of character, sympathy with daemons, abstention from protecting the temple, desertion from battle!”

“How should he be punished?”

“By beating and imprisonment!”

The Dauntless monk nodded and asked the Unraging monk, “Do you acknowledge your crimes?”