We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

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In the majestic and magnificent Kunlun Mountains, the horizon is clearly outlined by the endless expanse of white snow. The cold wind is like a knife, biting to the bone, and the snowflakes flutter and dance in the wind.

Scattered across the silent pine forest, in this silver-clad world, Shen Bailian and the two crane boys faced each other from afar, the atmosphere so tense that it seemed as if the air itself was about to freeze.

Of course, to be more precise, Shen Bailian simply ignored the two crane attendants.

"Brother, who is this guy? Who arranged this?" The Second Crane Boy looked at the motionless man with a confused expression, and as he spoke, he carefully pointed to the sky with his right wing.

Everything is left unsaid.

Don't be fooled by how relaxed and carefree these two crane boys seem when chasing Bai Suzhen; in front of a true master, they are ultimately just like "watchdogs."

There were reasons why the two did not use their true abilities when chasing Bai Suzhen.

The matter of Bai Suzhen stealing the immortal herb can be considered a big deal or a small deal.

To put it bluntly, Bai Suzhen trespassed into the Queen Mother of the West's sacred site, which, according to the laws of Heaven, is a capital offense.
To put it mildly, Bai Suzhen came here to steal the immortal herb to save people, not for her own selfish desires. It was only on impulse that she committed such a heinous crime.

As for the incense stick in the sky?
The two crane attendants still don't know who's behind this, but someone must have stepped in to help, otherwise Bai Suzhen wouldn't have embarked on that incense path.

As for the man who suddenly appeared before them, it must be said that he was completely beyond the expectations of the two crane boys.

"It shouldn't be. There's no familiar aura about this guy." The Great Crane Boy's eyes were sharp as he locked onto Shen Bailian, his voice sharp and clear, directly rejecting the Second Crane Boy's somewhat presumptuous opinion.

Cranes have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, a sensitivity that surpasses the imagination of ordinary people.

However, the Great Crane Boy could only sense the surging blood energy, the unrestrained killing intent, and the indomitable fighting spirit emanating from Shen Bailian.

Has something unexpected happened again?

"These two cranes... don't seem to look quite like I imagined. Aren't they too fat?" Shen Bailian frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze, and focused his attention on the two crane attendants in front of him.

According to his own thoughts, the Crane Boy, if not handsome and dashing, should at least resemble the boy under the Bodhi seat in the Three Star Cave.

But what's the reason for this obese body shape?

Fortunately, this world is not a purely physical world; otherwise, given their current size, these two cranes would have already been swallowed by their natural enemies.

"Little Shen." Bai Suzhen stopped in her tracks, standing still, looking at Shen Bailian ahead. She pondered for a moment, her eyes flickering, then finally bit her lip, her gaze sharpening as she made up her mind:
"This is none of your business. Leave immediately."

"Huh?" Shen Bailian was stunned for a moment, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes. He was somewhat incredulous, not expecting Bai Suzhen to say such a thing.

In his opinion, what Bai Suzhen should do at this moment is to say something like, "Brother Shen, you've finally arrived," so that the two crane boys would mistakenly believe that he and Bai Suzhen are accomplices.

But to everyone's surprise, Bai Suzhen was so calm.

Of course, once Bai Suzhen says those words, then we'll have to wait for Shen Bailian's reckoning after this calamity is over. After all, what Shen Bailian hates most is a "traitor" who likes to betray others.

"They actually know each other?" The two crane attendants had the same thought flash through their minds as they overheard their conversation.

Strange, very strange.

This is completely inconsistent with the information they received from that person.

"Boy, who are you? Don't you know this is Kunlun Mountain?" The black-collared crane boy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not make a move directly. Instead, he chose to test the waters first.

After all, in this world, behind almost every "strong person" stands one or more immortals or gods.

It represents the interests of one side.

Do not provoke them lightly.

Although the Black-Collared Crane Boy was asking about "Kunlun Mountain," he was actually testing Shen Bailian's background. Any powerful figure from the immortal or divine side should have some idea of ​​whose dojo Kunlun Mountain was.

If Shen Bailian didn't know whose Daoist temple Kunlun Mountain was, then this matter would be easily resolved.

This shows that Shen Bailian does not belong to any force, but is the kind of "wandering ghost" that can be killed at will. The two of them do not need to be as restrained as they were when facing Bai Suzhen.

"Do you know? And what if you don't?" Shen Bailian's thoughts stirred slightly, and the illusory yet clear ink panel disappeared instantly. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

His gaze was intense as he looked at the two plump crane attendants with great interest, as if he were looking at two succulent roasted cranes.

It must be said that the monsters in this world are very different from the ferocious beasts in the Zhenyuan Universe.

The biggest difference is that the former is edible, while the latter is difficult to eat without going through a series of meticulous processes, and if one is not careful, it may even backfire.

Furthermore, if the essence of human flesh and blood is equivalent to a spiritual herb with more than ten years of cultivation for a demon, it can greatly increase its cultivation level.

The flesh and blood of that monster are the same to humans.

However, many ordinary people are too weak to be properly nourished, so if they rashly consume the flesh and blood of monsters, it can easily cause a backlash.

But for Shen Bailian, it was a completely different story.

Ordinary demons with a hundred years of cultivation are no longer of any use to him, and the essence of flesh and blood from the two black bear demons in front of him has long been exhausted.

In other words, the refrigerator is empty and urgently needs to be replenished with fresh food.

However, it was just wishful thinking. Although Shen Bailian was not a native of this world, he still knew what Kunlun Mountain was.

The two cranes here are so plump and strong that they must be domesticated, not wild monsters.

Moreover, cranes have always been a symbol of Taoism.

"Hiss~" The Red-Collared Crane Boy, seeing Shen Bailian's intense gaze, shivered despite its usual fearlessness of the cold. It gasped, goosebumps rising on its skin, and its wings shifted slightly backward as it spoke with considerable fear:

"Brother, do you think that guy might have taken a liking to us? It's said that the Kunlun slaves from afar have this kind of fetish."

"Pah, pah, pah, little brother, what nonsense are you talking about? How does he look like one of those Kunlun slaves?"

"But maybe he's using disguise..."

“Zi Tsk, if you put it that way, it’s not impossible.” Upon hearing this, the Black-Collared Crane Boy thought about it carefully and, looking at the other party’s burning gaze, it did seem to be true.

Disguise is an art that any immortal or deity in this world, or even a lowly demon with a hundred years of cultivation, can easily master. It's not exactly a great supernatural power.

It's easy to change the form, but it's extremely difficult to change the spirit.

Only those powerful beings who have long held high positions can easily transform and change "gods." For these lowly minions, this is not something they should care about.

If Shen Bailian himself knew what those two crane boys were secretly discussing, he would definitely take action and give those two comical characters a good beating.

However, at this moment, he did not focus all his attention on the two laughable crane boys.

"You go first." Shen Bailian's thoughts stirred slightly, his spirit resonated, and ignoring Bai Suzhen's astonishment and shock, his voice suddenly rang in Bai Suzhen's mind:

"What are you still standing there for? The most important thing you should do now is to run quickly, take the magic herb back with you, and bring Xu Xian back."

“But…” Bai Suzhen glanced at Shen Bailian in front of her, and then at the two fat cranes. She was no match for the two crane attendants, so she naturally did not want to involve Shen Bailian in this matter.

However, she had no idea that just half an hour earlier, Shen Bailian had fought with the golden-haired beast, and the battle had ended in a draw.

She naturally had no idea of ​​Shen Bailian's true strength.

“If you don’t leave now, you might not be able to go back.” As he spoke, Shen Bailian deliberately reached behind his back and pointed to the incense burner in the sky.

Because of the delay, the incense stick had already burned halfway.

This means that Xu Xian's path to survival has already been half-burned. If Bai Suzhen doesn't return before the incense burns out, Xu Xian's life will truly be over.

It's obvious that Bai Suzhen was aware of this.

And at this time.

A thousand meters above the Kunlun Mountains hangs an eyeball as large as a continuous mountain range, stretching across the drifting white clouds, exuding an eerie and unsettling aura.

The eyeball hovered silently in the sky, causing all living beings that saw it to feel a chilling pressure.

However, the pair of crane boys and Bai Suzhen below did not feel the slightest bit that they were being spied on.

"Where did this guy come from?" The owner of Baoqing Workshop bent down, pressed his eyes against the Boshan furnace, and took in the scene on Kunlun Mountain through the gaps in the furnace.

It's like a higher-dimensional being coldly looking down on the tiny and helpless creatures in the lower-dimensional world.

The owner of Baoqingfang couldn't understand why Shen Bailian was able to escape from the Golden-haired Hou "unharmed" and even arrive at Kunlun Mountain, tens of thousands of miles away from Lin'an City.

It should be noted that the Golden-haired Hou in Fahai's Purple Gold Bowl, although only an avatar of the real Golden-haired Hou, has reached 70-80% of the original's strength thanks to the blessing of a powerful being.

Furthermore, the golden-haired lion has an extremely keen sense of smell, and once it has its eye on you, there is virtually no chance of escape.

Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, it won't help.

Unless the person/monster being targeted is captured by the Golden-haired Hou, the Golden-haired Hou will not return to the Purple-Gold Bowl.

It can be described as extremely difficult to deal with.

Of course, there is another way to bring the golden-haired lion back into the purple-gold bowl and turn it back into a Buddhist rosary: ​​conquest by force.

Use violence to wake the golden retriever.

However, this method is extremely difficult, and even now she is not entirely confident that she can turn the golden-haired lion's clone back to its original form.

Despite her great abilities, she was able to use the Boshan Furnace to travel tens of thousands of miles to send Bai Suzhen to Kunlun Mountain.

However, this skill is nothing compared to that of a truly powerful person.

For example, the observer—Guanyin Bodhisattva.

This is also one of the important reasons why the owner of Baoqingfang has always dared to hide behind the scenes and not expose himself to the public eye.

She could gain some benefits from this ordeal of the God of Literature descending to earth, but she absolutely could not make it public.

Otherwise, she will face a reckoning of old and new grievances.

But precisely because of this, the owner of Baoqing Workshop became even more curious: to which faction did Shen Bailian belong? How dare he so recklessly interfere in the descent of the God of Literature?

It should be understood that the merit gained from a single "calamity" is limited in quantity.

This is equivalent to a quota.

For each share, the main survivors will divide up the majority, while the remaining shares have already been reserved in advance.

Shen Bailian's actions were tantamount to interfering and intercepting a portion of the already limited merit power.

Yes, having the power of merit is equivalent to receiving the protection of the Heavenly Dao. Ordinary gods and immortals would not easily provoke someone who possesses the power of merit.

But if we can't kill them directly, can't we do it indirectly?
For those powerful beings, they have far too many disciples, and their connections are extensive. There are countless immortals who want to become their glove.

After all, even the underworld is under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Heavenly Court and the Western Spirit Mountain. Going to the Nine Netherworld to be subjected to the punishment of being torn to pieces is just a formality if someone makes arrangements for it.

For example, Ksitigarbha's saying, "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty," seems very noble and righteous on the surface.

In reality, things are far more complicated than they seem. Ksitigarbha made this grand vow so easily in order to become a saint.

After all, when this world was first created, those powerful beings who wanted to ascend to the status of saints all needed to boast.

As for whether the boasts can be fulfilled?

That's in progress!
Therefore, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva uttered the words: "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty."

But to his surprise, this grand ambition was not recognized by the Heavenly Dao, because the saintly status in this world had already been perfected.

Ksitigarbha, constrained by this grand vow, is trapped in the underworld. As long as hell remains empty, he cannot escape; otherwise, he will surely be struck by lightning.

Of course, other powerful figures were also interfering, otherwise Ksitigarbha would at least have obtained a semi-saint status and a degree of freedom. (End of Chapter)