The master had a higher cultivation level, so he returned to his room earlier than me.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw three senior brothers kneeling in front of the master, receiving a scolding.

The eldest senior brother felt wronged: "Master, it wasn't me, Sun Wukong, who caused trouble. It was this crazy fool who went berserk. I had to fight him to restrain him."

The second senior brother also complained: "Master, don't listen to this rascal's nonsense."

The eldest senior brother became agitated: "Hey, you idiot, no wonder you wield the Nine-Toothed Rake. You know how to turn the tables."

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

The second senior brother quickly covered his head and said, "Master, look at him, he's getting angry, he's getting angry."

"That's enough, both of you, be quiet," the master scolded, then looked at the third senior brother. "Wujing, tell me, what happened?"

I also looked at the third senior brother. It was terrifying to see him. His originally honest and simple face had turned fierce and ferocious.

There were three demonic patterns on his head.

The third senior brother used to be a prominent general in the Heavenly Court, so these three demonic patterns meant that he, too, had fallen into demonic influence. His level of possession was quite deep.

The third senior brother seemed dazed, unable to speak coherently.

The master became angry and was about to say something.

Just then, Guanyin's voice came from outside the door:

"Venerable Monk, the Buddha noticed that your meditation room was filled with flames and it seemed like some demons were causing trouble. He sent me to inquire about it."

"Do you know what happened?"

The master responded through the door:

"It's just my two unruly disciples. I'm teaching them a lesson."

Guanyin persisted: "With such unruly behavior, how can they bear the responsibility of the sacred journey? It seems that the scriptures..."

"I will confiscate their weapons and have them copy the scriptures."

"Their weapons are divine treasures. How can you take them away? Why not..."

"It's fine, I still have the White Dragon Horse with its great power."

Guanyin fell silent and gave a special reminder, "That Monkey King is the most unruly. Make sure he copies the scriptures multiple times."

Then I heard footsteps, as if they were leaving.

The master turned around and shouted, "Hand over your weapons to the White Dragon Horse, leave the Thunder Sound Monastery, and I will return them to you later."

"Master..." the eldest senior brother wanted to resist.

"Wukong, are you planning to make me recite the Tightening Curse?"

Upon hearing this, the eldest senior brother felt helpless and had to reluctantly hand over the Golden Cudgel. The second senior brother somehow produced a rake, and the master took the Demon-Slaying Staff from the third senior brother and gave it to me.

These divine weapons were incredibly heavy, almost crushing me.

"Wukong, you are the most unruly. You won't sleep tonight. Copy the scriptures," the master said.

The eldest senior brother wanted to argue, "Master, this is Guanyin seeking personal revenge. Last time when we obtained the scriptures, I didn't let them benefit from it."

The master remained silent, staring at the eldest senior brother.

The eldest senior brother could only nod his head.

"Bailong, put away the weapons and come with me," the master said.

I followed the master to another room.

"Take out the Nine-Toothed Rake," he said without looking up.

I nodded and took out the rake.

He didn't even lift his eyelids and said, "Not this one, the real Nine-Toothed Rake. Recite the incantation."

I was surprised and thought to myself, how did the master know that the real Nine-Toothed Rake was with me?

Helpless, the master's cultivation level was far superior to mine, so I had no choice but to take out the rake given to me by the second senior brother and recite the incantation.

The master took the rake and chanteda spell. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped the rake, and its appearance changed. The once ordinary-looking Nine-Toothed Rake now emitted a powerful aura, revealing its true divine nature.

"This is the true form of the Nine-Toothed Rake," the master said with satisfaction. "It was sealed within the replica your senior brother gave you."

I was astonished. I had never expected that the rake I had been using was just a replica all along.

"Bailong, from now on, this divine weapon shall be yours. Use it wisely and let it aid you in your cultivation," the master said, handing the Nine-Toothed Rake back to me.

I bowed deeply and replied, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance and the gift of this divine weapon. I will make sure to wield it responsibly."

The master nodded and said, "Remember, a weapon's power is determined not just by its divine nature but also by the wielder's cultivation and intentions. Use it to uphold justice and protect the weak."

I solemnly accepted his words and held the Nine-Toothed Rake tightly in my hands. With this newfound weapon and the master's teachings, I was ready to embark on a new chapter of my cultivation journey.