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

"And one more thing! We must save Junior Sister!!"

After saying that, the White Dragon screamed and fell from the sky, slowing down Sun Wukong's progress.

Seeing this, "Bear Run Run" took a deep breath, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the little white dragon had gone, his heart filled with gratitude and determination.

"Don't worry! Little White Dragon! No one can challenge Master's authority! No one can harm the disciples of the temple! Watch me, Monk Bear, storm into Xiniu Hezhou and tear down their Buddhist temples!!"

"Monkey, help me!!"
The little white dragon screamed and fell from the sky, its body covered in blood, resembling a blooming blood-red lotus flower.

Sun Wukong hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to save the White Dragon first, since he couldn't just watch his junior brother die like that.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, "Bear Runaway" sped up and ran away, clutching his cassock without any intention of fighting Sun Wukong. He simply made his escape, like a black wind sweeping across the sky.

It wasn't that "Bear Runner" was so afraid of Sun Wukong, but rather that he knew that the most important thing right now was to go to Mount Ling to stir up trouble in Buddhism, make a ruckus in Xiniu Hezhou, and let those gods and Buddhas know his power and determination.

If a real fight were to break out, "Bear Runner," who possessed numerous supernatural powers obtained from the Hongmeng Library, might not be able to defeat Sun Wukong, but he wouldn't be easily killed either; he was well aware of this.

When Sun Wukong rescued the White Dragon and went back to look for "Bear Runaway," he found him nowhere to be found, as if he had never existed, leaving only a mess and endless speculation. Finding him with only a few scattered clues was an impossible task!
The creature named Bear Runner had absolutely no intention of fighting. After stealing the cassock, it dashed away like an arrow released from a bow, without looking back, its speed so great that it was simply unmatched.

Sun Wukong watched its departing figure with a sense of helplessness, and could only somersault back to the original spot.

He muttered to himself, "This monster is really quite strange."

"Why would someone forsake Tang Sanzang's flesh and instead try to steal that tattered cassock? What are their true intentions?"

In Sun Wukong's mind, Xiong Paopao was just a minor character. As long as Tang Sanzang was safe and sound, he didn't take it to heart.

Little did he know that if he did not retrieve the robe from this ordeal, it would be as if he had never experienced it at all, equivalent to never having overcome this calamity.

At this moment, however, an atmosphere of doubt permeated Mount Ling.

"what on earth is it?"

"Logically, Sun Wukong and the black bear demon should be locked in a fierce battle by now, right? But why hasn't the fortune here increased at all?"

At the summit of Mount Ling, inside the Great Thunderclap Temple, a group of Buddhas looked at each other, their eyes wide, staring intently at a corner of the Jade Disc of Creation, their gazes focused on the Buddhist fortune.

That fortune was as stable as Mount Tai, as calm as still water, without a single ripple.

Why is there still no movement?

"Could it be that the battle is not over yet?"

As time passed, many Buddhas gradually frowned, their faces showing anxiety.

However, nothing has changed.

Many Buddhas stood there quietly, their eyes fixed on a corner of the Jade Disc of Creation, as if trying to see through it with their gaze.

They waited and waited, and two full hours passed, but the Buddhist fortune on the Jade Disc of Creation neither rose nor fell, remaining unchanged without any slight fluctuation.

Why is this?

Finally, Guanyin Bodhisattva could no longer contain herself. Ignoring the risks, she once again used her magic to activate the Buddhist scripture mirror.

But when the Buddhas saw the image displayed on the Buddha Mirror, they were all dumbfounded!
"Ok?"

"Is it over already?"

In the scene, Tang Sanzang is looking anxious, talking incessantly to Sun Wukong and the White Dragon. Sun Wukong and the White Dragon, however, appear indifferent, merely nodding perfunctorily.

Many Buddhist monks, filled with doubt, crowded around, eager to hear what Tang Sanzang had said.

But as they listened, their expressions changed instantly.

"Wukong, that is no ordinary cassock of your master. It is a treasure bestowed upon me by the Bodhisattva when I set out from the Tang Dynasty in the East. I must not lose it!"

"White Dragon, could you go and search for it? That demon has stolen my cassock!"

"Amitabha Buddha, what, what should we do!"

“This robe is more important to me than my life. Why did that demon take the robe instead of me?”

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Upon hearing Tang Sanzang's words, the expressions of the many Buddhas in the Great Thunder Temple turned extremely ugly.

Could it be that the black bear spirit did not fight Sun Wukong?
It simply stole the cassock and then ran away with it.
Upon hearing these words, the Buddhist monks were completely dumbfounded!
"Then... how should we calculate this calamity?"

"This seems a bit different from the original script?"

"If the Black Bear Spirit were to disappear without a trace, taking his cassock and flying far away, how would this ordeal be judged?"

A moment later, on Mount Ling, dozens of Buddhas suddenly appeared, their hair standing on end in fury. They rode on clouds and sped off towards Jambudvipa!

"That wretched black bear demon!"

"We must catch it! We absolutely cannot let it get away!"

"Five-sided Jie Di!"

"You're all nearby. Set off immediately and find that black bear demon for me!"

Many Buddhas set out together, with only one thought in mind: to find the Black Bear Spirit and forcibly bring the chaotic tribulation back on track.

however……

"That black bear spirit is far too cunning!"

"We've searched for so long, but we can't find a trace of it at all!"

Where on earth did it go?!

The group of Buddhas who went to find the Black Bear Spirit were so angry that they felt terrible all over, with pain in their liver, kidneys, and stomach...

They searched everywhere, but couldn't find any trace of the Black Bear Spirit!
That black bear spirit was incredibly slippery and cunning. They finally found a tiny clue, only to discover in the end that it was just a single bear hair!
The real black bear has long since disappeared!
……

Just as countless Buddhist disciples were heading to Jambudvipa to search for the Black Bear Spirit, Bear Runner headed west and ran straight to Aparagodaniya.

It gazed at the many ancient Buddhist temples before it, a sly glint in its eyes. Then, without hesitation, it donned the robe and strode towards a massive Buddhist temple!

"Halt! Who are you! A mere demon, how dare you trespass into the sacred Buddhist grounds!"

They had only gone halfway when a group of martial monks came out of the temple and blocked the black bear spirit's path.

But when the monk saw the black bear spirit's appearance, he was stunned.

What... what is this thing?

A jet-black bear, wearing a golden-red robe, swaggered towards them.

The robe, which should have been exceptionally large, looked rather bulky and unsightly on the black bear. Yet, the bear seemed to be showing off, sticking out its large belly, making it look utterly comical.

But Xiong Paopao remained calm, put his hands together, and uttered a Buddhist mantra.

“Amitabha Buddha, I, Old Bear, come from Jambudvipa. I admire the profoundness of Buddhism and have come here to study its principles.”

"This robe is a token bestowed upon Old Xiong by a high-ranking Buddhist monk."

Seeing this, the monk was half-believing and half-doubting, but he still stepped forward and took a closer look at the cassock on Xiong Paopao's body.

Immediately afterwards, his body jolted violently!
"It's actually a robe bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva! This, this..."

The monk hurriedly put his hands together and said respectfully, "Please forgive me, Venerable Monk, and please come with me to meet the abbot."

"Never before has a high-ranking monk wearing a robe bestowed by the Bodhisattva arrived at this small temple."

Xiong Paopao nodded slowly, but his heart was already bursting with joy!

This robe was actually bestowed by Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion? Hahaha, it's so useful!
Along the way, Xiong Paopao, with his big belly and wearing a kasaya, arrived at the core of the temple in a particularly comical manner under the watchful eyes of many Buddhist disciples.

Here lies the array that controls the entire temple, and the location of its core.

Upon hearing that a high-ranking monk wearing a robe bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva had arrived, the abbot of the temple was immediately thrilled and rushed out to greet him.

But when he saw Xiong Paopao, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"This...this is the high monk?"

Meanwhile, Xiong Paopao took the opportunity to turn his head, having already memorized all the formations in the core area of ​​the temple.

"That's right, I, this old monk, have been eagerly waiting for it for a long time."

Upon hearing this, many monks in the temple were stunned and at a loss for words.

But Xiong Paopao ignored them, slowly got up, and took a deep breath.

The next instant, a massive surge of demonic energy, like a raging tide, suddenly erupted at the heart of the temple…

"Hahaha! Watch me, the Bear Celestial Venerable, stir up a storm in your Buddhist sect with the power of a bear! With the power of myself, the Bear Monk, I will destroy three thousand temples!"

"Tear it down! Tear it down! Tear it all down!"

"Amitabha!!"

In this way, the Black Bear Spirit, relying on Guanyin Bodhisattva's cassock, swaggered into many temples and deceived everyone's trust.

After the abbots of these temples led it to the most central location, the black bear demon suddenly launched an attack, unleashing its powerful demonic energy and directly overturning the entire temple!
Before the disciples of many temples arrived, in just four or five days, dozens of precious temples had been completely destroyed by the Black Bear Demon!
Finally, when the many fellow disciples from various temples arrived in Xiniu Hezhou, the Black Bear Spirit had already single-handedly overturned over a hundred prestigious Buddhist temples!

"Holy crap? The bear ran away!"

"Bear Run Run, what kind of trick are you playing? Where did you get this robe from?"

Even when the many fellow disciples from various dojos arrived, they were all dumbfounded when they saw the Black Bear Spirit!
Nima!

What's happening here?
A black bear wearing a cassock?

After Xiong Paopao recounted the whole story to them, all the fellow disciples burst into laughter!
"Hahaha! You're really something! No wonder you're called Bear Runner!"

"A single bear has completely outmaneuvered Buddhism!"

"Senior brother is awesome! Bear Runner is mighty!!"

Xiong Paopao clasped his hands in a fist and said with a smile, "Brothers, you're too kind. The title of the most successful one in causing chaos in Buddhism this time belongs to me, Xiong Tianzun!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Not always!"

In the days that followed, not only Xiong Paopao, but also many disciples from various dojos dispersed and headed in different directions in Xiniu Hezhou.

Almost at the same time.

The entire Western Continent of Hezhou was plunged into chaos!
A major battle against Lingshan.

The curtain has finally risen!

"The east side is now ours!"

"The north is now in the hands of the dragons!"

"Those Buddhist kingdoms in the south, none of them will have an easy time!"

"Hahaha, although the number of Buddhist kingdoms in the west is not the largest, they are close to Mount Ling and are the richest places. This time, we're going to have a good fight!"

There were about a hundred disciples from various celestial academies. Among these disciples were people of different races, including demons, sea creatures, and a few humans.

In order to coordinate with the Queen of Xiliang and others in launching a frontal offensive against Buddhism, these disciples unleashed their most secret skills, stirring up trouble and creating chaos in every corner of Xiniu Hezhou.

It should be noted that these disciples had read countless classic texts in the Hongmeng Library of the Heavenly Dao Field.

If we let them focus on their cultivation, we might not see much of their brilliance.

But once they start causing trouble, it's like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities, making it far more exciting than imagined.

Their moves were varied and their methods were bizarre, leaving people overwhelmed.

These disciples, who already harbored resentment towards Buddhism, acted with utter ruthlessness and without any regard for consequences.

In just a few days, Xiniu Hezhou was turned upside down and thrown into chaos.

"Ah! You scoundrel! Stop it! You monster, how dare you be so insolent!!"

In a Buddhist kingdom in Xiniuhezhou, the peaceful and serene atmosphere was completely shattered. Numerous Buddhist disciples, bound tightly, were piled up like small mountains in front of the mountain gate.

Opposite them stood a burly figure, proudly erect. This was none other than the Black Mountain Demon, a spirit who had cultivated from a black mountain and was now a disciple of the Daoist temple.

After tossing the last monk out like a sandbag, the Black Mountain Demon leaped and flew directly to the top of the heads of the large Buddha statues in the very center of the temple. Then, he did something astonishing—he urinated downwards, the urine cascading down like a waterfall.

"Wuhu!"

"Cool!"

"I've been holding this in for so long!"

"Heh heh, so what if they're Buddhas or Bodhisattvas? Aren't they still under my feet?"

The Black Mountain Demon looked smug and arrogant, his smug expression making people grit their teeth and wish they could rush up and beat him up.

On the other side, the Buddhist disciples were trembling with rage, their heads seemingly bursting with fire. Their mouths were agape, but they were too angry to utter a word. (End of Chapter)