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"Where are you from, brother? Are you here to pay respects at the Western temple?" No, that's not right. Seeing White Monk and Mao Face Thunder God made me think that way.
"Please stop, my lady," this is a line from Ximen Qing, right?
"I feel like I've seen you before?" Or "Have you eaten?" Is it common for ghosts to greet like this? Probably not.
I still hadn't figured out how to greet that "ghost," but surprisingly, the ghost spoke first.
"What kind of person are you? Sneaking around?" The ghost stood up, and judging by the voice, he didn't seem very old, probably in his teens.
Sun God noticed that the ghost suddenly looked very nervous. Strange? Is he also afraid of these things?
"Um, I have important matters to attend to, Holy Infant King, I’ll take my leave now." After saying this, Sun God turned around and vanished.
"Am I really that scary? I've already turned over a new leaf..." The boy scratched his head and said helplessly. "So, are you from the court?"
It wasn't surprising that the boy guessed we were from the court; after all, Sun God had just referred to himself as an immortal, and it seemed like Sun God knew this boy. So it was likely that he was also from the court! How many boys could there be? Nezha? It seems like he is the only one.
"Are you Nezha?" I asked cautiously.
"No!" Before I could finish my sentence, the boy loudly protested, looking a bit angry. "Why does everyone like to mistake me for Nezha? Is my fame that limited?"
"Hehe, no offense, no offense. I'm also new here. If your family isn't causing any trouble, could you please show your true form?" I asked carefully.
"Just wait!" the boy replied.
The child recited a few lines of the spell, and under the bright sky, a ghostly figure gradually transformed into the appearance of a child. The child looked quite proud, wearing a large ring around his neck, with iron rings on his head and limbs. His hair was styled into four buns, and despite his young age, his eyes carried a hint of weariness, with a slightly flat nose. He was not tall, very slender, and wore no clothes except for a red apron. Barefoot, he wore a pair of monk's pants, exuding an aura reminiscent of a holy figure.
"I am the Holy Infant King of Haoshan Kusongjian Huoyundong, currently the Good Fortune Boy under Guanyin Bodhisattva, known as Red Boy!" the young boy introduced himself.
So it was the famous Good Fortune Boy! No wonder the Sun God ran away upon seeing him; this Red Boy is quite notorious. His greatest achievement was defeating the monkey from Great Havoc in the Palace, although he used True Fire, which is somewhat of a cheat. However, not many dare to point a weapon at Guanyin Bodhisattva; you see, the five rings he wears were "bestowed" upon him by the Bodhisattva.
"Red Boy? A big shot! Why have you come down here?" I asked in surprise. Wasn't he the Good Fortune Boy? Why had he descended to the mortal realm? He must still be underage (let's do some rough calculations: Tang Seng went to fetch scriptures during the Tang Dynasty, which has been over a thousand years ago; if we count one year for every year since then, that would make it just over a year on Earth. Red Boy should have been around 8 or 9 back then and now at most 14, not yet 15). Could it be that he fell in love early? No, it seems that the conditions for descending have simply been relaxed; there’s no requirement to be infatuated to come down. Am I being too impure in my thoughts?
"The Bodhisattva said my cultivation has reached a bottleneck and instructed me to descend to experience the myriad aspects of life and the suffering of the people. She also gave me a task to guide others towards goodness. I can only remove these five rings when I can return," he said with his hands clasped together, speaking softly. It seems that the Holy Infant King has been well-trained by the Bodhisattva; at least he is quite polite!
"Did the Bodhisattva tell you how you can remove these rings?" I asked, unsure what material they were made from or if modern technology could help.
"These rings are embedded in my flesh; only with the Bodhisattva's acknowledgment can they be removed, so external force is useless," Red Boy seemed to guess my thoughts.
"Uh... never mind then. What are your plans?" I couldn't just let this child wander around aimlessly. Although he might be older than my great-grandfather, this world is certainly not as simple as it was over a thousand years ago. With cars and human traffickers around, it’s dangerous! — I worried about cars and traffickers; this child could be quite lethal!
"I don't know. The Bodhisattva doesn't allow me to use my powers freely, and I'm feeling lost. By the way, you asked me half your name; what is it?" Red Boy inquired.
"I'm Yin Zheng'an, a temporary worker at the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs currently in my internship period. You are my senior!" If I really had someone like him at Celestial Rank backing me up, that would be quite advantageous!
"You are Yin Zheng'an?" Red Boy exclaimed with delight. "Forget about seniority; Old Lord and I are fated! I didn't expect to meet you right after descending!"
"Old Lord? That Old Lord? Is it Supreme Old Lord?" Could it be that Supreme Old Lord knows about me? If that's true, wouldn't I be able to take a direct path to higher ranks after entering court? "Am I already this famous?"
"No, it's the Old Lord who manages the descent exits; his surname is Jun," Red Boy seemed somewhat embarrassed to pour cold water on my enthusiasm. "And Old Lord doesn't know you; he just used to tell fortunes."
"I knew it. So, where are you going in the future? You dare to come down without any plans?"
"I'm following you. We have a connection, right? As long as I stick with you, I should be able to find what I'm looking for," Red Boy said, looking up at me with an innocent expression.
Damn, what a joke! Someone who can capture Tang Seng and wants to act innocent with me? Is he trying to latch onto me? Does he have a plan? Does he think that just because he sees someone, it means they have a connection? Isn't that like scamming?
"You’re following me?" I pointed at my own nose. "I'm still mooching off someone else's place!"
It seems like I brought along a burden on my first day of work. However, since Red Boy can use True Fire, having him along might not be such a loss after all.
"When you came down, didn’t the Bodhisattva give you some living expenses or something?" I asked.
"No, the Bodhisattva was going to give me some, but I thought since this is a trial, I wouldn’t take it," Red Boy replied honestly. He really didn’t look like a big demon who rules over mountains; he looked more like a student working hard for the first time.
"Do you have any magical treasures or anything on you?" I pressed on.
"Where do you see me carrying anything?" Red Boy innocently pointed at his belly wrap. "By the way, it seems like no one wears this anymore. You need to help me find a set of clothes."
"Pfft," I pretended to spit blood. "Aren't you from Buddhism? Can't you beg for some clothes?"
"But they don’t beg for clothes."
"Right, you're Good Fortune Boy, right? How about this: why don't you generously give me some money? Just a hundred or two hundred thousand will do. What do you say?"
"Good Fortune is just my title; it doesn't mean I'm actually giving away money," Red Boy said, standing on tiptoe trying to reach my shoulder. Unfortunately, even when he straightened his legs, he was still quite far from it. "Aren't mortals very sentimental? Just think of it as charity!"
"Where did you hear that? Misleading! It's definitely misleading! We mortals always prioritize profit!" I puffed up but still had to bend down for him to reach my shoulder.
"So the first person I'm going to save is you!" Red Boy said proudly as he supported my shoulder. "I'm going to teach you what it means to be charitable!"
"I want to help, but the key is that I'm not much better off than you!" You have a backing, and I only have a Pervert behind me.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Don't you have someone to worship?"
"Hey, you know the term 'idiot'?"
"Of course, it's been around for a long time."
"Then do you know what 'brain-dead,' 'mentally challenged,' and 'crazy' mean?"
"I don't know; what do they mean? They don't sound like good words."
"Nothing much, just remember that if you hear someone call you that, you can use True Fire to spray them!" Who's this kid afraid of?
"The Bodhisattva won't let me use True Fire anymore."
"What?"
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