Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

However, when they looked closely at the image in the mirror, their faces instantly turned even paler, as if all the blood had been drained from them.

In the scene, Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, strides ahead, looking majestic and imposing.

In the middle, Tang Sanzang sat calmly on his white horse with his eyes closed, as if he had everything under control.

At the very back of the procession, a small white dragon, about four or five meters long, was leisurely following behind, seemingly in no hurry to get going.

This is Ao Lie, who came from Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, also known as the Little White Dragon.

Upon seeing this scene, many bodhisattvas in Buddhism were stunned, their hearts filled with doubt and confusion.

what on earth is it?

Even though the White Dragon has been subdued, why is the Buddhist sect's fortune still declining?
This is simply incomprehensible!
"Who can tell me what's going on?!" The Buddhist chants echoed throughout the Great Thunder Temple, reaching every corner.

Guanyin Bodhisattva gripped the jade vase tightly, her fingers bulging with veins from the force, clearly filled with anger and bewilderment.

She has existed since ancient times, and after countless calamities and millions of years of self-cultivation, she has already reached the highest realm of both the Xuan and Buddhist schools. Her steadfastness of mind is unmatched by anyone.

However, even a being like Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't help but feel an urge to swear at this moment.

Even though the White Dragon Horse has already embarked on the journey to the West with Tang Sanzang, why is the fortune of Buddhism still declining?

If even Guanyin Bodhisattva felt this way, it would be even more difficult for other Buddhists to accept this fact.

Looking at the leisurely Little White Dragon and Sun Wukong in the picture, they were so angry that their mouths almost twisted into crooks, their hearts filled with rage and resentment.

One calamity after another should have been an opportunity for Buddhism to soar to new heights, but why did they all turn into sources of decline in fortune?
Is this still an era of prosperity for Buddhism?
Many Buddhist monks were so angry that they almost had a mental breakdown.

They all sat down and began to deduce the secrets of heaven, trying to find the reason using Buddhist principles, hoping to find even the slightest clue.

However, no matter how they tried to deduce it, they couldn't find any trace of it, as if it were all predestined and unchangeable.

Meanwhile, on Mount Ling, the Buddhas were furious, completely baffled.

Not far from Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, Tang Sanzang's mentality was also on the verge of collapse.

"Ouch!"

"Holy crap, Heavenly Venerable!"

The little white dragon was floating in the air, holding a brick in his hand, howling as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Before him stood a dozen or so bandits, all bound like dumplings and thrown to the ground, trembling in fear as they stared at the little white dragon, daring not to offer the slightest resistance.

"Hey! You scoundrels, you dare to rob me? Don't you know my reputation?" Little White Dragon glared at the bandits, his eyes wide, as if he wanted to devour them alive.

The dozen or so bandits, though fierce and ruthless, were ultimately just ordinary people who spent their days robbing and pillaging. They had never seen a real dragon like those in legends.
Upon seeing the White Dragon, their knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Mercy, Grandpa Long!"

"Grandpa Dragon, please spare us!"

"We didn't recognize Master Long's true face, please spare our lives, Master Long!"

"I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise. Please, Lord Long, have mercy!"

The bandits knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, their voices filled with fear and despair.

The little white dragon floated above, its dragon aura surging, its fierce power shaking the surrounding area, as if the entire forest trembled because of it.

He squinted, his expression shifting between light and shadow, as if pondering how to deal with these bandits.

"Do you think begging for mercy is enough?" Little White Dragon asked coldly.

From afar, Tang Sanzang witnessed all of this and, unable to bear it any longer, felt a pang of compassion.

After a moment's thought, he said softly, "White Dragon, these people have committed crimes, but not enough to warrant death. We were unharmed, so why not spare their lives? I'm sure they will repent and turn to good after this..."

Upon hearing this, the White Dragon turned to look at Tang Sanzang with some confusion, as if to confirm whether he really thought so.

"Why did you kill them, Grandpa Dragon?" the little white dragon asked in return.

Tang Sanzang: "???"

He hadn't expected the little white dragon to ask that question, and for a moment he was speechless.

Ignoring Tang Sanzang's doubts, the White Dragon turned his head and roared, spitting everywhere.

"Hey!!"

"You lot, leave your toll!"

"Take off everything of value from your body for Grandpa Long!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"Grandpa Long's hands have been shaking lately, and he doesn't recognize people when he's laying bricks!"

Little White Dragon roared, waving bricks around as if he were about to smash them down on the bandits at any moment.

Tang Sanzang: "??????"

The numerous ruthless bandits: "???"

They were all taken aback when Little White Dragon suddenly made such a request, and for a moment they were at a loss for words.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to anything, as if he was already used to the White Dragon's behavior.

"Didn't you hear what Grandpa Long said?" Little White Dragon glared at the bandits with hostility.

The bandits quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly handed over all their treasures, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would fall victim to the White Dragon's clutches.

"Grandpa Long, that's all, you see..." the bandit leader said obsequiously, his face full of smiles.

"Hmm, not bad." The little white dragon nodded, then coughed and tossed down a few magical treasures.

"Ahem, even thieves have their code of honor... These magical treasures are yours. From now on, this path is yours. Wait for the next time Master Long comes..."

The bandits were stunned. Their eyes widened when they saw these magical treasures. They rushed forward and picked them up, their hearts racing.

They never expected that the White Dragon would give them a magic weapon, and for a moment they were incredulous.

"You accepted Grandpa Dragon's treasure, cough cough...you..." The little white dragon squinted as he spoke, "Understand?"

"Understand!!"

"Thank you, Grandpa Long!"

"When Grandpa Long comes in the future, we will definitely offer him a tribute!"

The bandits hurriedly nodded and bowed, confident that with these magical weapons, they would dominate the area and become local tyrants.

This is how they took their money and gave them the treasure, so they can be their underlings in the future!

They were all ruthless bandits, and originally no one wanted to be their underling.

But now, their boss is a dragon?

We absolutely must cling to this powerful figure and never let go!

Seeing that these bandits were so sensible, Little White Dragon nodded in satisfaction: "Good! Not bad! Go!"

The numerous bandits left overjoyed, as if they had received some great favor.

Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang, who had witnessed everything from afar, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"White Dragon, isn't this a bit... bad?" he asked, frowning.

However, before the White Dragon could speak, the bandits suddenly turned their heads and glared fiercely at Tang Sanzang.

"Huh? Bald monk? What the hell are you?"

"I've been annoyed with you for a while now. Grandpa Long is lecturing us, what are you doing babbling on the sidelines?" "Say it again and I'll kill you."

Tang Sanzang: "..."

He felt a pang of helplessness. "I'm doing this for your own good..."

Seeing the numerous bandits leave in high spirits, Tang Sanzang felt a sense of powerlessness.

The little white dragon happily stuffed the money into his pocket, then continued to call out in the mountains, shaking his head.

"Demons and monsters, get out of the way... no, come here! Grandpa Dragon is here!"

Tang Sanzang was increasingly speechless, muttering to himself: This isn't some kind of dragon clan member at all; he's just a ruthless bandit and a scoundrel!

In the past, in Tang Sanzang's eyes, the dragon was a symbol of nobility and a sacred and inviolable existence.

In particular, the Five-Clawed Dragon Clan is said to be of the purest dragon bloodline, like the princes of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, a symbol of nobility that commands respect.

but now……

"When Grandpa Dragon turns his head once, he scares the old yellow ox on the hillside to death; when Grandpa Dragon turns his head a second time, the mountains collapse, the earth cracks, and the water flows backward!"

"Awoo, you bald monk, actually your horse is not bad. When it gets hungry, it might be able to serve as food."

"Robbery! Robbery!"

"Awoo, Sun Wukong, do you have a little penis?"

Sun Wukong remained calm and swung his staff, sending the white dragon flying thousands of meters before it rolled into the river.

"Get lost," Sun Wukong said coldly.

Tang Sanzang: "..."

He gave a bitter laugh to himself. This wasn't a dragon at all; it was just a thug!
After being smashed away, the little white dragon showed no sign of being unharmed. He even fished out two turtles from the river and excitedly flew back.

"Awoo, you bald monk, we've got food for tonight! We'll roast a turtle!"

Even someone as resolute as Tang Sanzang found it hard to bear being called a bald monk so often.

Before meeting the White Dragon, Tang Sanzang thought Sun Wukong was already terrifying enough.

Because Sun Wukong doesn't like to talk, he would strike down any monster with his staff without any mercy.

Every time a monster came to attack, it was destined to die; before he could even speak, the monster was gone.

When he tried to persuade Sun Wukong, the mere look in his eyes made him feel like he was about to be hammered to death. Now, with another noisy disciple constantly nagging, Tang Sanzang felt he was being driven to the brink of madness by this dragon…

He sat upright on his horse, feeling for the first time how tedious the journey to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures could be.

"Ouch——"

"Bald monk, what did those monsters say to you back in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang's expression changed drastically!
Recalling the time when Sun Wukong was abducted by a mysterious force in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, and he was surrounded by many powerful demons, he was forced to talk to them for several hours.

The overwhelming demonic aura and suffocating pressure made every second feel like an eternity, causing him to tremble with fear.

Looking back now, I still feel lingering fear, as if it has left an indelible psychological shadow.

Swallowing hard, Tang Sanzang turned to the white dragon beside him and asked, "White Dragon, why are there so many monsters?"

The White Dragon curled his lip in disdain: "This is considered a lot? Bald monk, there will only be more and more monsters on the journey to the West."

"Moreover, besides monsters, the most terrifying thing is not them, but you humans yourselves."

As he spoke, the little white dragon smiled and pointed to Tang Sanzang's chest.

Tang Sanzang naturally understood the deeper meaning behind the White Dragon's words. He silently recited a Buddhist chant and solemnly spoke:
“Amitabha, that is indeed the case. This humble monk is determined to go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures, and upon returning, to save all sentient beings, just to make this world a more benevolent place.”

"Come on."

"With so many demons around, do you think you can even make it to the Western Paradise?"

Tang Sanzang's lips twitched, and his imposing aura instantly vanished.

Indeed, those monsters were too terrifying, filling him with fear.

"Hehe, bald monk, without Grandpa Dragon and that monkey, do you think you could travel to the Western Paradise alone?" the little white dragon asked with a chuckle.

Tang Sanzang's expression changed, his mood shifting between light and dark.

Yes, what is it about me that makes these two great demons willing to follow me?
They clearly stuck it on themselves.

Without these two disciples, could I reach the Western Paradise on my own?
But if you reached Mount Ling by relying on your disciples, then did you go to Mount Ling by yourself or did they go to Mount Ling?

"Amitabha……"

Tang Sanzang trembled and quickly dismissed the idea.

However, once this thought takes root, it becomes like a seed that takes deep root in the heart and continues to grow.

Seeing this, a sly glint flashed in the eyes of the little white dragon, and he sneered.

"Hmph, the journey to the west is long and arduous."

"And what's this talk about Buddhism flourishing?"

"How dare you defy your master and become an enemy of the Daoist temple?"

"Watch how Grandpa Long ruins your journey to the West!"

Tang Sanzang fell into self-doubt and began to waver on his journey to the West.

Meanwhile, in the distant western sacred mountain, the fortune that originally belonged to Buddhism naturally declined as well...

"It fell again!"

Near Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, Tang Sanzang's wavering directly affected the fortune of Buddhism. The fortune on the Jade Disc of Creation decreased by another piece, shocking and angering all the Buddhas and monastics.

"what on earth is it?!"

A group of Buddhist disciples looked extremely grim.

Just then, Guanyin Bodhisattva took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice:
"No need to panic!"

"The ordeal of the White Dragon in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge has only slightly diminished the fortune of our Buddhist sect; it is nothing to fear!"

"The next challenge is Black Wind Mountain. There dwells a powerful demon there, named the Black Bear Spirit!"

As Guanyin Bodhisattva spoke, she slowly raised her head, her eyes shining with brilliant Buddhist light that illuminated all directions.

Her tone gradually became more confident, and her voice became more and more firm.

"This black bear spirit is no ordinary person. Even when I first met him, I was amazed by his talent and considered taking him as my disciple!"

"Now that he is the next challenge, he will surely bring great difficulties to the three of them on their journey to the west!"

As soon as Guanyin uttered these words, the noise in the Great Thunderclap Temple immediately subsided considerably. Many Buddhas breathed a sigh of relief.

Was it someone the Bodhisattva favored back then?
He almost took her as his apprentice?
This certainly looks like it could cause considerable trouble. The fortunes of Buddhism cannot continue to decline like this.

When the Black Wind Mountain tribulation comes, with the Bodhisattva's guarantee, we will surely be able to turn the tide and cause our Buddhist sect's fortune to soar!

The light of hope was rekindled in the eyes of many Buddhists.

"The Heavenly Court has issued a decree."

Just as many Buddhist disciples were eagerly anticipating the calamity at Black Wind Mountain, a voice suddenly rang out outside the Great Thunderclap Temple. (End of Chapter)