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As night fell, the sky was cloudless and the stars shone brightly.

Tan Wenjie sat in a chair, gazing up at the starry sky, as if his eyes could see everything in the celestial palace.

No one could have imagined that all the gods of the three realms had been captured, and this place had become the domain of demons.

"who!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at the entrance of the courtyard.

"It's me, Fourth Brother." A guard walked over with a smile. "Captain, the master asked me to bring you a midnight snack."

The guard was carrying a food box.

"When the master heard that you protected the young master's safety today, he specially ordered the kitchen to prepare a table of food and wine, and also said that your monthly salary this month will be increased by fifty taels."

"Mr. Qiao is very kind."

Tan Wenjie watched as the fourth brother arranged the side dishes from the food box one by one on the stone table in the courtyard.

There was roast chicken, spicy stir-fried shredded pork, braised beef, twice-cooked pork, crucian carp soup, and four or five large white steamed buns.

Rich and dark in sauce, its intense flavor is so tempting that it makes your mouth water.

Seeing the other person swallowing hard with craving, Tan Wenjie said, "Let's eat together."

The fourth brother rubbed his hands together: "Hehe, then I won't be polite."

He poured Tan Wenjie a glass of wine first, and then poured one for himself.

"Captain, your kung fu is so good, you must have had quite a reputation in the martial arts world before."

"It's all just empty fame."

"You can take down six or seven heroes all by yourself; you're a top-notch expert in the martial arts world!" The fourth brother gave a thumbs-up, then raised his wine glass. "Captain, I'd like to toast you."

"Back then," Tan Wenjie said, picking up his glass, "a true hero doesn't dwell on past glories."

They don't even care about 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, so what are six or seven heroes?

Suddenly, darkness fell overhead, as if dark clouds were gathering.

Tan Wenjie put down the wine glass he had just picked up. Even though he was deliberately suppressing his aura and making himself look like an ordinary martial arts master who had reached the level of the world's number one, his keen hearing still allowed him to hear the sounds of fighting in the city.

The one who took action was none other than the white lotus flower I had seen during the day.

The female bandit was vengeful; after being harassed by a scoundrel during the day, she would kill his entire family that night, leaving no one alive.

However, having just finished killing people there, they've come straight for the Qiao family, their target likely being Qiao Ling'er.

As the reincarnation of Buddha, Qiao Ling'er always had the Golden-Winged Roc protecting her. Even if she was played to death by the White Lotus, it wouldn't matter. It's a three-life tragic love story, so it's reasonable to play around with it a little more.

Tan Wenjie never worried about Qiao Ling'er's safety; the only person capable of killing Qiao Ling'er was probably Wu Tian.

Similarly, to eliminate Wutian, one must have the Buddha and seventeen relics.

"It's terrible! It's terrible!" Another guard ran over, and upon seeing Tan Wenjie, he looked at him as if he had seen a savior. "Captain, female bandits are here! They're going to kidnap the young master, or they'll wipe out our entire Qiao family! You have to think of something quickly!"

Tan Wenjie grabbed the knife and stood up.

"I'll go over and take a look."

His own "Three Hundred Children's Songs" is still in Qiao Ling'er's hands. Instead of studying the secret manual seriously, he's going to fall in love and wasting his time.

The front courtyard of the Qiao residence.

Bai Lianhua led a group of blood-soaked female bandits to occupy the front yard. The Qiao family's guards, clutching their swords and clubs, trembled and dared not approach.

"Come with me," Bai Lianhua said, looking at Qiao Ling'er. "Or should I kill you?"

Dengdengdeng.

Footsteps approached quickly, and Bai Lianhua's eyes twitched as she sensed a gust of wind hurtling towards her cheek. She hurriedly raised her arm to block, but was instead struck by a powerful kick.

"boom!"

White Lotus's body flew up uncontrollably. She adjusted her direction in the air and tried to land on her feet. Just as her toes touched the ground, she heard a rapid gust of wind.

It was that familiar black boot again. She raised her arm to block once more, but this time she couldn't hold on and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Boss!" *N
Upon seeing this, the other female bandits from Fengtou Mountain drew their swords and rushed forward.

"Wait!" White Lotus hurriedly called out.

As soon as they exchanged blows, she realized the gap between herself and her opponent. She was the only person on the entire Phoenix Head Mountain who truly knew martial arts; the others were all amateurs.

Bandits robbed travelers, and all they needed was swords, guns, horses, and numbers; they didn't need high-level martial arts skills.

She just reminded us too late.

Without Tan Wenjie drawing his sword, facing the female bandits of Fengtou Mountain thrusting their swords with the flickering light of candlelight, he simply raised his right finger and deftly thrust it out.

A series of clanging and banging sounds followed.

Qiao Ling'er and the others only saw Tan Wenjie being surrounded by a group of female bandits.

The timid ones had already covered their eyes, fearing they might see the handsome Tan Wenjie being chopped into dumpling filling.

"Oh!"

"Ah!" *N
The female bandits bloomed like lotus flowers, flying backwards in unison, their bodies scattered and falling to the side.

The ground was littered with swords, some twisted into pretzel shapes, others broken, or with two-finger holes left in their blades.

Bai Lianhua stood up, looked cautiously at Tan Wenjie, clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Your martial arts are superb, I admire you. I will come to learn from you again another day."

Tan Wenjie flicked his fingers lightly. His martial arts skills were indeed very impressive, but just now he was actually relying on his strong defensive power of having a copper head and iron arms.

He currently has +228 defense and 31 armor.

Non-traditional blood cattle.

Bai Lianhua's expression changed, and she no longer cared about Qiao Ling'er, turning to run away.

"This isn't a place you can come and go as you please."

Then, with a clang, the long sword was drawn.

Bai Lianhua inexplicably turned around and glanced back, only to see Tan Wenjie holding a knife in one hand, the blade energy transforming into a ten-zhang-long blade, slashing towards her.

"Brother Jie, spare his life!" Qiao Ling'er shouted instinctively.

"boom!"

With a single stroke, the blade slashed across the white lotus flower, striking the ground, parting the blue bricks beneath its feet, and penetrating deep into the soil.

Bai Lianhua was completely drenched in sweat, her legs gave way, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Tan Wenjie turned to the guards: "What are you all standing there for? Arrest them!"

"Yes!"*N
Unlike the Qiao family guards who were on steroids, the female bandits of Fengtou Mountain were already terrified and obediently surrendered.

"Thank you so much, Captain Tan, for your help today." Mr. Qiao and his wife quickly came over to express their gratitude.

Without Tan Wenjie's help, the Qiao family would certainly not have escaped disaster, and Qiao Ling'er would definitely be in danger.

He saved his entire family's lives.

"It's all part of my job."

Tan Wenjie didn't need to worry about trivial matters, and after giving a few simple instructions, he returned to his small courtyard.

The fourth brother had already eaten all the food and drinks on the table; it didn't look appetizing anymore.

There was a great commotion outside. Waiting for Sun Wukong and the others to arrive here would take who knows how long. It would be better to take the initiative and attack on his own. Speaking of the location of the seventeen relics, he actually knew.

One is in Shuangta Temple in Shuangta County, one is in the temple of Longguang Buddha, one is in the temple of Randeng in Lingshan, three are in Dou Niu Palace, three are in Wuzhuang Temple, three are in Wanfo Pagoda in Mengjie, four are in Shuilian Cave in Huaguo Mountain, and the last one is Sun Wukong himself.

When discussing "Journey to the West: The Sequel," some people say it's a complete conspiracy, since Sun Wukong was ultimately defeated.

However, none of these relics are easy to obtain; they are of great importance, and making a move would expose them.

Tan Wenjie plucked a hair and blew on it lightly; the hair instantly transformed into another Tan Wenjie.

"Take the knife. If anyone tries to kill Qiao Ling'er, don't step in. Don't expose yourselves. The only advantage of our current identities is that we haven't revealed ourselves."

The clone nodded: "Don't worry, I understand."

Tan Wenjie held his breath and concealed himself, his body quickly sinking into the ground.

Underworld.

After Wutian occupied Mount Ling, in order to find the reincarnation of Buddha and at the same time to appease Sun Wukong, he fabricated a deception involving the gods of the Three Realms.

All the gods are fake; their purpose is to get the famous detective Sun Wukong to find the relics and the reincarnation of Buddha.

The imposters are in the heavens, while the real gods and Buddhas, having lost all their powers, are all imprisoned in the depths of the underworld.

Coincidentally, the Netherworld was the territory Tan Wenjie was most familiar with.

A sinister aura enveloped the familiar green light.

The gates of hell are at stake in the blink of an eye.

Tan Wenjie donned the skin of a thousand-year-old centipede demon, so no one could deny he wasn't a monster. He then transformed into the old monk Pudu Cihang (Shi Jian without a beard). As soon as he approached, two bull-headed ghost soldiers stepped forward to question him.

"Who is coming!"

"Be bold!"

Tan Wenjie glared angrily, stretched his neck forward, and his head transformed into a giant centipede.

After his neck retracted, his head returned to its bald, monk-like state.

"This humble monk comes from Mount Ling."

The bull-headed ghost soldier was startled and quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "So you are the Black Lotus Messenger from Mount Ling."

"Old man, that poor monk is ordered by the Buddha Wutian to interrogate those gods and Buddhas. Hurry up and take me there!"

"Do you have any Black Lotus tokens?" the ghost soldier asked.

"Of course!"

Tan Wenjie snorted and reached into his wide monk's robe. As their curiosity drew their attention, two muscular, bull-headed black figures sprang out from behind Tan Wenjie.

They were like iron towers, raising their iron palms to easily pinch the heads of the two ghost soldiers, and with a gentle force, they crushed them with a "crack".

"Change your clothes," Tan Wenjie casually instructed the two Sun Bulls. "Make sure you're well disguised."

Looking at the two bull-headed figures dressed in those Yin soldier armors, it was as if they were wearing children's clothes, especially the trident in their hands, which looked like a small toy.

He added helplessly, "Try to disguise it well."

The two bull heads remained silent.

This is the weakness of basic units; apart from being able to obey orders and fight, they can't do anything else well.

As he walked further in, he soon encountered two more groups of ghost soldiers.

Before they could ask any questions, Tan Wenjie's head had already been transformed into a centipede to prove his innocence.

"I am acting on the orders of the Buddha Wutian to interrogate the prisoners. Take me there immediately."

The ghost soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tan Wenjie, however, raised his hand first, grabbed a ghost soldier, rolled it into a ball in his hand, and put it in his mouth, crunching it loudly.

It was so fast that no one could react in time.

The ghost soldiers' eyes instantly cleared.

"Envoy, this way please!"

They're all demons and monsters; let's talk about fist-sized tokens, not tokens.

"Aren't you afraid I'm an imposter?"

"Now that all the gods and Buddhas have been captured, those little gods and immortals with no reputation wouldn't dare to force their way into the underworld even if they had ten thousand lives."

"Yes, yes, do your jobs well. I'll put in a good word for you with the Buddha Wutian later, and maybe he can appoint you as Yama or Ghost King or something."

Seeing the ghost soldiers' eyes glowing green, Tan Wenjie became even more eager to make grand promises:
"Now is the time when we need your manpower, so you must perform well."

"Thank you for your trouble, messenger." The ghostly soldier took out a bag from his robes and forcibly stuffed it into Tan Wenjie's hand.

Tan Wenjie glanced at it.

【Celestial Divine Blade (Divine Weapon/Magic Artifact): Thirty-six Celestial Divine Blades, imbued with the power of the thirty-six Celestial Divine Blades, capable of forming the Celestial Divine Formation.】

This is Li Jing's treasure; in Journey to the West, Guanyin Bodhisattva once used this set of swords to subdue Red Boy.

But in terms of how useful this knife is, it's not even in the same league as the pagoda in Li Jing's hands.

They'll just throw it into the furnace to refine the materials.

Tan Wenjie put the bag away and continued, "Buddha is kind-hearted, but which of his brothers doesn't know that those bastards were lucky enough to be by Buddha's side when they were on duty, which is why they had the chance to become gods and be powerful in heaven."

"Yeah yeah."

"So you need to help me with the work ahead."

"Please rest assured, envoy."

"Is this all you have?"

“Your Excellency, you are unaware of the truth. Although those gods and Buddhas have lost their supernatural powers, they are still not something that we little demons and ghosts can provoke.”

"waste."

Even though they've become prisoners, these bastards still don't dare to rob anyone; they can't bring themselves to do such a bad thing.

Following the ghostly soldiers to the place of imprisonment, Tan Wenjie asked, "Are they able to escape?"

"There is absolutely no way to escape. This place is surrounded by the Weak Water, which is difficult for birds to cross and even a feather cannot float. You can rest assured."

"Well, then I'm relieved. Open the door, this envoy needs to go in and meet the gods."

"Yes."

The door opened, and Tan Wenjie strode inside.

I saw many familiar faces here, all of whom are prominent figures in the Three Realms.

Even if they look different, you can always tell them apart by their style.

Such as Guanyin Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Lingji Bodhisattva, as well as Zhenyuanzi, the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit (also known as Tang Sanzang), Nezha the Third Prince, and so on.

Upon hearing someone enter, the gods knew it was Wutian's subordinate, so they closed their eyes and deliberately avoided looking at him.

"Hmph, you Nezha wearing long johns." Tan Wenjie beckoned to Nezha, "Come here."

"You fiend, how dare you order your Third Prince grandfather around? You're courting death!"

Nezha has a quick temper. He rushes forward at the slightest provocation, only to be tripped up by Tan Wenjie and fall hard, tumbling away with a cry of "Ouch!"

[You collapsed before I even exerted any effort (option 4)]

The task was activated, and it actually worked.

"Indeed, we should stop at nothing." Tan Wenjie looked at the gods in front of him. Under normal circumstances, if this group of people attacked him all at once, they would be able to beat him into mincemeat.

But now, the gods' primordial spirits have been sealed, and they have no magical power; they are all just mortal beings.

"Hey you, you big oaf, what are you looking at? Come here too."

The giant spirit that was called out pointed at himself, then roared and pounced on Tan Wenjie, only to be kicked away.

In the blink of an eye, he had defeated five or six.

"Shameless!" Nezha rubbed his bottom. "This prince has no magic power, otherwise I would have cleaved you in two!"

When he gets angry, he can even skin himself alive.

“Great Immortal Zhenyuan.” Tan Wenjie approached Zhenyuanzi with a smile. “You’re a veteran immortal, so let’s not be so violent. Do you even know how to play rock-paper-scissors? If I can win, fine, but if I can’t, you’ll get kicked anyway.”

Zhen Yuanzi: “…”

Whether to get beaten up or play games with him, it doesn't seem like a choice.

Tan Wenjie: Stone
Zhen Yuanzi: Scissors
"I lost." Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and sighed.

Tan Wenjie was pleasantly surprised; this would work too.

My cheat system is really inflexible.

Although it's not exactly honorable to talk about, it's still a way to defeat all the gods and Buddhas and become famous throughout the three realms.

"Amitabha," said Guanyin Bodhisattva, who had been watching for a long time. "Is this benefactor here to save us?"

Nezha, still rubbing his bottom, asked incredulously, "Wait, Bodhisattva, you're saying he's one of our own?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded: "He did not harm us, nor did he mention the mission of the demon Wutian."

Moreover, she felt that she was somewhat familiar with the other person, as if she had seen someone with a similar appearance at some point when she was listening to Buddhist scriptures and comprehending Buddhist teachings at Lingshan.

"Mmm." Tan Wenjie approached the Bodhisattva: "Come on."

What are you saying, Dudu? Don't delay your own task completion.

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva: "..."

After seeing Tan Wenjie play the hammer first, the Bodhisattva silently played the scissors.

"Amitabha, this humble monk has lost."

"This humble monk has lost."

"I lost too."

In a very short time, Tan Wenjie had defeated all the masters in the Three Realms. (End of Chapter)