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In the sky, the fake Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King stared blankly as the exquisite pagoda flew into the hands of the ghostly Li Jing.

Li Jing chanted an incantation, and the pagoda flashed with a ghostly light, releasing Nezha.

"Father?" Nezha's spear tip trembled, almost piercing out.

When his gaze fell upon that familiar pagoda, he forcefully suppressed his murderous intent.

The tower stands as long as the father stands.

Li Jing's face was hidden in the surging ghostly mist, his long beard rolled like tentacles, and his eyes shot out two fierce red beams.

“No need to worry about it.” His voice was hoarse. “The gods have already sacrificed themselves and become demons, all for this battle today.”

"Kill him, I'm enough!" Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels exploded with a roar.

He charged forward with his spear, and was already in front of the fake Li Jing.

The gun shot out like lightning, flashing three times in quick succession.

Without his magic weapon, the fake Li Jing instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but he was too slow and Nezha pierced his left eye with a spear. When he pulled out the spear, only a bloody hole remained.

As if he wasn't satisfied, Nezha stabbed him twice more, turning him into a second lotus root person.

"Dare to impersonate my most beloved father, he deserves to die!" Still not satisfied, Nezha kicked him twice more until the corpse turned back into a monster and fell freely to the ground.

Li Jing, in the distance: "..."

A phantom pain shot through my body, as if I had been stabbed all over.

The battlefield situation also changed rapidly with the appearance of a group of "evil spirits".

The immortals, who had transformed from demons and were now draped in celestial mist and rosy light, found the surroundings eerily quiet. Gusts of cold wind carried ghostly voices that sounded extremely mournful and sent chills down their spines.

The gods donned the attributes of "ghosts," resembling evil demons and demons who had escaped from the eighteen levels of hell.

The Twenty-Eight Constellations spewed ghostly mist from their mouths, completely enveloping their figures. Then, a mournful dragon roar was heard, seemingly leading straight to the underworld.

Chained to its body, the ghostly dragon, its crimson eyes flashing with dark lightning, tore through the ghostly mist.

It was Kang Jinlong from the Twenty-Eight Mansions. She pounced on the imposter who looked exactly like her, and the two dragons entangled in battle.

Then the other constellations unleashed their power, charging towards their opponents and recalling their magical treasures and divine weapons in the process.

Without the sharpness of their weapons, the fake gods could only reach out and stare helplessly, before being drawn into the battlefield by the enraged ghost gods.

The heavenly soldiers and generals were like paper figures, with faces as white as paper and cheeks red, and among them were shadow puppet-like warriors dancing and gesturing.

Screams echoed from all around, chilling and unsettling to the touch.

The fake heavenly soldiers, bathed in rosy light, frantically pounded their drumsticks, only to be drowned out by the shrill, mournful sound of the suona horn.

If someone unaware of the situation witnessed this scene, they might mistakenly believe it to be a rebellion of the underworld.

Tan Wenjie transformed into the Emperor of Fengdu, wearing a crown, with eight-headed dragons at his feet, and a dragon ball slowly rotating in his hand.

"Brother Jie." Qiao Ling'er looked up at Tan Wenjie, her gaze passing over the eight-headed dragon, and asked with concern, "Can we win?"

As long as Sun Wukong is willing to sacrifice himself to awaken Buddha, they are guaranteed to win.

However, people including Tan Wenjie, such as Tang Seng and Nezha, were unwilling to make that choice.

"You and Fairy Biyou go and wait on the side."

Tan Wenjie's gaze swept over the fake Guanyin and the ghost Guanyin. White bone arms emerged from behind the ghost Guanyin, transforming into the posture of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, while the scriptures she chanted sounded like dense and chaotic ghost howls.

The Buddhist scriptures, spoken by demons, are no longer expressions of compassion and righteous indignation, but rather a cruel persuasion to all beings to commit suicide and fall into the eighteenth level of hell.

The entire area within a hundred miles was transformed into a ghost realm.

However, with Wutian flicking his long sleeves, the ghostly wailing and Buddhist chanting were interrupted.

Demons, gods, and Buddhas all perished, and a light rain of corpses fell from the sky. The sound of drumsticks could no longer be heard above the clouds, only the shrill mournful music of the suona horn echoed.

Wu Tian was the same height as Tan Wenjie, and his long black hair swayed gently in the breeze.

He ignored the countless fierce ghosts and gods surrounding him and simply stared at Tan Wenjie.

Just as Wutian didn't think he had lost, Tan Wenjie didn't think Wutian was at a disadvantage either. After all, the gods didn't have primordial spirits, and the reason they could use magic power now was entirely because he had given them the identity of "ghosts".

They made their moves at the same moment their eyes met.

Wu Tian waved his wide black sleeves, while Tan Wenjie quickly drew his golden bow to its full extent.

As the silver meteor streaked across the sky and hurtled towards Wutian, he wielded a thunder hammer in one hand and a battle axe in the other, hurtling towards Wutian with a dazzling white light.

The moment the Wutian robe collided with the silver meteor, the resulting shockwave sent the gods locked in fierce battle in the heavens flying backward.

The force that pushed back pressed down on Tan Wenjie's face, only to be cleaved in two by his Xuan Tian Giant Axe.

Aiming at Wutian's head, it unleashed a decapitating white light from its giant axe.

This axe, once wielded by Xing Tian to behead the previous Heavenly Emperor, remains as powerful as ever in Tan Wenjie's hands. The white light began to spin and twist rapidly the moment it left the axe, striking Wu Tian's head at a speed that ordinary immortals could not react to.

The moment the white light touched Wutian, Wutian quickly spun around, and no matter how many times the white light circled around his neck, it couldn't twist his head off.

"Buddha!" ​​the black-robed man exclaimed in surprise.

Upon seeing Wutian Wuai, he immediately burst into laughter.

"You little thief, Buddha's power is invincible in the Three Realms. You are just a minor immortal from the Netherworld. What makes you think you can fight against Buddha!"

Tan Wenjie didn't speak, but instead urged the axe to unleash another burst of white light. The white light circled the black-robed man's neck, easily severing his head.

As the head fell to the ground, the man in the black robe still wore a smug and arrogant smile.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie had already exchanged more than a dozen blows with Wutian. Even with the help of his three heads and six arms, his indestructible body, his numerical value of over a million, and various divine weapons and magical treasures, he was still at a disadvantage in the duel with Wutian.

"I, Old Sun, am here to help you!"

A golden monkey flew over and smashed Wutian on the back with its staff.

Only by attacking from both sides could they barely stabilize the battle situation.

"Hahaha." Despite being surrounded, Wutian remained calm and composed, meeting the attack with both fists, and even had time to laugh out loud.

They fought from day to night, through countless sunrises and sunsets.

Mountains shift, rivers flow backward.

After another clash, Tan Wenjie and Sun Wukong retreated side by side, putting distance between themselves and Wutian.

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?" Sun Wukong sighed and said, "Since we're only missing the last relic, I, Old Sun, should..."

"Hey."

But a hand patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder.

“Monkey, we’re not very familiar with each other here, but you’ll have to call me senior brother in another place.” Tan Wenjie, with one of his three heads and six arms holding the Dragon Pearl, met Sun Wukong’s questioning gaze and said, “How can you take all the credit for saving the Three Realms for yourself?”

Sun Wukong asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"

Tan Wenjie remained silent, simply raising the dragon ball high in the air.

【Dragon Ball for Dragon Dance (Magic Item): The dragon ball used in dragon dances can summon a "Haystack Dragon". You need to fill the dragon dance team yourself.】

A straw dragon made entirely of rice straw appeared beside Tan Wenjie, tattered and out of place in this battle between gods and demons.

【Straw Dragon: A dragon made of straw, inexpensive to produce, that can unite the dragon dance team's power into one, adding 1 slot for every 10 mana】

"Hold on." He tossed the dragon dance pole to Sun Wukong.

While Sun Wukong was bewildered, Tan Wenjie turned to look at the gods and Buddhas who had gained the "ghost" attribute boost from him but had lost all their magical power.

"Gentlemen, what are you waiting for? Return to your positions."

One after another, figures flew towards the haystack dragon, rapidly expanding the ranks.

All the magical power of everyone was combined and unified.

In the blink of an eye, the area above the Spider Cave became completely quiet.

The ground is littered with the corpses of countless fake Buddhas and gods, and the sky above is utterly empty.

Across from him, Tan Wenjie held a dragon pearl, while behind him, a gigantic haystack dragon, large enough to stretch for hundreds of miles, looked down at Wutian.

Terrifying yin energy emanated from the haystack dragon, condensing and twisting into a solid ghost cloud that served as a foothold for the dragon. It seemed that if it were not careful, this unprecedented behemoth would fall and smash the ground.

Wutian looked up at the haystack dragon, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Even though his magical power was comparable to that of the Buddha, he did not have absolute confidence in the face of such immense power.

“Ah Jie, you…” Nezha’s eyes widened.

He could sense the terror of this haystack dragon. It looked tattered and worn, but it was full of the aura of gods and Buddhas. Even Sun Wukong, who was known as the Victorious Fighting Buddha, dared not stop it.

"What do you mean, you all come on over." Tan Wenjie added ghost attributes to Tang Sanzang, Nezha, and Sun Wukong, and then put them all into the straw stack dragon.

The more this is the case, the more one can feel the power of skin abilities, far surpassing the art of transformation, fundamentally changing the race. Even the lowest level of skin has extremely high development value.

Tan Wenjie felt the power emanating from the haystack dragon, took a deep breath, and thankfully the gods chose to cooperate. Even so, the force of their collision and pulling almost tore the haystack dragon apart.

The Dragon Balls are no longer the force that guides the dragons in the dance; they can only serve as a lamp, allowing the dragons to consciously cooperate.

With everyone united and working together, they actually managed to keep the fragile haystack dragon afloat, each contributing their own strength.

"Buzzing—"

Clusters of golden light burst forth, yet blended perfectly with the eerie, ghostly atmosphere.

The scene seemed to have transformed into a grand ceremony where countless demons and monsters clasped their hands in prayer, laid down their weapons, and instantly became Buddhas.

However, it is the gods and Buddhas themselves who are being exorcised.

Sun Wukong was not refined into the last boneless relic, but his power was absorbed and fused by the Grass Stack Dragon, and merged with the other sixteen relics.

Seventeen golden relics swirled around the straw-stack dragon.

"Roar—!" The haystack dragon roared, raising its head.

Tan Wenjie took a step forward, urging the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra. A Dharma image quickly appeared behind him, holding a dragon ball in one hand, accompanied by ghostly wails and the sharp mournful music of the suona, rushing towards Wutian.

"drink!"

The black lotus dharma image behind Wutian rapidly condensed, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage.

At this moment, it seemed as if nothing else could be seen between heaven and earth, only the collision between the two sides.

"Brother Jie." Qiao Ling'er's eyes widened, and she subconsciously grabbed Biyou Fairy's small hand.

The two watched nervously as the giant and the dragon collided.

The shockwaves from the collision pushed outwards, wave after wave of impacts sweeping away the corpses on the ground. Qiao Ling'er and Fairy Biyou were swept away by the wind.

A golden light swept in; it was the long-lost Golden-Winged Roc. It grabbed the two of them, spread its wings, and fled into the distance.

Even the so-called Golden-Winged Roc, whose wings span 180,000 miles, was being chased around. If he wasn't careful, he would be dragged into the terrifying air waves. Even if he wasn't afraid of death, Qiao Ling'er and Fairy Biyou would definitely die.

After an unknown amount of time, when the world returned to silence, Wutian's figure had disappeared, and the gods collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

The battle resulted in extremely heavy casualties, but fortunately, with the defeat of Wutian and the return of the gods' primordial spirits, the previously fatal injuries were quickly healed.

More importantly, they regained their supernatural powers and divine positions. As long as they were not completely destroyed, even a trip to the underworld was nothing to them. Both the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling had their own dedicated departments in the underworld.

"Where is Ah Jie?" Nezha didn't even look at his own father, and turned to look for Tan Wenjie.

A quick glance revealed no sign of Tan Wenjie.

The other gods and Buddhas also had solemn expressions, until a voice came, which made their expressions more interesting.

"Brother Jie, Fairy Biyou and I are truly in love. I don't want to become some kind of Buddha." Turning around, he saw Tan Wenjie and Qiao Ling'er with their arms around each other's shoulders, exchanging winks and glances.

The expressions of the Bodhisattvas, in particular, became increasingly complex.

They won, but Buddha doesn't want to return to his position; instead, he wants to fall in love?
Looking at the golden wheel of merit behind Tan Wenjie's head, it was dazzlingly golden, and almost a large part of the immense merit of saving the three realms had fallen on him.

But he didn't care about this merit at all; all he could think about was gossip.

"Ajie!"

Sun Wukong and Nezha rushed to Tan Wenjie's side.

They knew very well who the greatest contributor was.

Tan Wenjie looked at the two of them and said, "Since he doesn't want to become Buddha, let him continue to live as Qiao Ling'er. After all, he called me Brother Jie. Besides, I also looked through his Book of Life and Death. He and that 'um' have a three-life love affair."

He was too embarrassed to pry into Qiao Ling'er's pregnancy in front of Fairy Biyou, and he couldn't very well say that Qiao Ling'er and Bai Lianhua were entangled.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble, I, Old Sun, will be the first to object!" Sun Wukong nodded.

Now that he has absorbed another sixteen relics, his strength has reached an unprecedented level, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the new ancestor of all Buddhas.

The gods in Heaven remained indifferent, while the expressions of the Bodhisattvas and Arhats were much more interesting.

They can't just overthrow Sun Wukong and then kill Qiao Ling'er to force him to return to his position, can they?

"Then it's time for me to go."

Tan Wenjie turned around gracefully.

"Go? Brother Jie, where are you going?"

"Go back to where you came from."

His figure gradually faded, disappearing from the sight of the gods and Buddhas, but his song still echoed in the air: "I wish to become an immortal, to be as joyful as the heavens~"

"How carefree!" Nezha exclaimed, his eyes filled with envy.

The other deities couldn't help but nod in agreement.

He is not driven by fame or fortune, which earns him the respect of even the gods.

"My ginseng fruit has been stolen," Zhen Yuanzi's voice came, as he calculated with his fingers, "Nezha? And who's the other one?"

Nezha finally understood why Tan Wenjie ran so fast.

I wasn't paying attention and ended up being left to take the blame.

"Where is my Heavenly Gang Blade?" Li Jing asked anxiously, holding up the pagoda and watching the gods and Buddhas inspect their magical treasures and weapons. "Has anyone seen my Heavenly Gang Blade?"

Nezha: "..."

If his guess is correct, the theft of Li Jing's Heavenly Gang Saber is also inextricably linked to Tan Wenjie.

"It seems that my peach tree has been dug up."

"..."

Nezha immediately shut up.

Things were getting increasingly serious. He prayed that Tan Wenjie wouldn't come back after leaving. Although Wutian was arrogant, he had never broken off spiritual roots to steal magic treasures. On the contrary, he had only eaten a ginseng fruit, so Zhen Yuanzi wouldn't do anything to him.

Compared to the Buddha's unwillingness to return to his rightful place, these are all minor matters.

There is a pressing need for someone to take charge.

All the gods and Buddhas turned to look at Sun Wukong.

They could sense the tremendous change in the aura emanating from Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong put his hands together and said, "Since the Buddha is not at Mount Ling, I, Old Sun, will temporarily take charge of all matters at Mount Ling."

The gods: "We obey the decree."

……

The world of the Lotus Lantern, the sacred mountain.

Tan Wenjie opened his eyes.

It had been a long time since he had participated in a lottery, and this time the prize pool was extremely generous. Whether it was Wutian, Sun Wukong (the ancestor of all Buddhas), Tang Sanzang, or Nezha who had gained a thousand years of cultivation, their strength was the strongest among all the versions he had ever seen.

But the gods are different; they're all versions without the original spirit, so if you draw one, you're just unlucky.

Mount Ling is clearly not a good place for a lottery. It's best to visit the Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity stars and wait until you've accumulated enough attribute bonuses before making a move.

And this would require Yang Jian's help, so it was necessary to use public power for private gain.

The Buddha smiled at Tan Wenjie: "I imagine the Emperor has reaped considerable rewards."

He couldn't perceive what was actually happening. In the end, even the Buddha Tathagata hadn't truly transcended everything; he was far from reaching the level of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

All the Buddhas and Arhats of Lingshan looked at Tan Wenjie.

Jin Chanzi couldn't understand the Buddha's smile when he held up a flower, but Tan Wenjie has succeeded in understanding it?

Tan Wenjie spread his right hand, and a relic appeared in his palm.

This relic will speak for him.

[Buddha Relic (Dharma Artifact/Treasure/Equipment): A relic left behind by a Buddha after his passing, a supreme treasure of Buddhism, possessing the "Buddha's Heart," granting +50% resistance to inner demons, +50% power of Buddhist teachings, -50% reduction in the cost of upgrading Buddhist techniques, and +50% speed of gaining experience for Buddhist titles]

The expressions of the Buddhas finally changed dramatically; they could hardly believe that anyone could comprehend the Buddha's smile as he held up a flower.

Some people wondered how a relic could hatch from a flower in bloom.

"Thank you for your sermon, Buddha." Tan Wenjie stood up and smiled. "I have other important matters to attend to. You are welcome to visit my cave for a cup of vegetarian wine next time you have time."

"I will definitely bother you in the near future."

"Amitabha."

Tan Wenjie turned and glanced at the Black Bear Spirit. The Black Bear Spirit was indeed destined for Buddhism, and in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he was completely absorbed in it.

He was born to steal monks' robes; it's a real shame he didn't shave his head and become a monk.

After receiving a look from Tan Wenjie, the black bear spirit reluctantly got up and lay down on the ground to serve as his mount.

After exchanging glances and nodding with Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tan Wenjie left Lingshan.

He wondered if he could sell the Black Bear Spirit for a good price. Although the Thousand-Year Demon King had considerable abilities, keeping him in his hands would be a waste of talent. It would be better to find a better place for the Black Bear Spirit.

But the premise is that the Bodhisattva is willing to pay. Maybe one of my uncles also likes raising bears. Friendship is friendship, and business is business. In short, the highest bidder wins.

After Tan Wenjie left, the Buddha said, "The Emperor has a karmic connection with the West."

Guanyin Bodhisattva: "What the Buddha said is true. The black bear spirit under the Emperor's seat also has a connection with the Buddha."

The two exchanged a glance and then fell silent.

The best way to get Tan Wenjie involved in the upcoming Journey to the West is to bring him into the fold and bestow upon him the title of Buddha.

But this is just wishful thinking; the possibility is too low.

They clearly sensed that after Tan Wenjie awakened from comprehending the "Smile of the Flower," his strength directly increased to the Bodhisattva level. Moreover, as the Emperor of Fengdu, let alone the fact that Tan Wenjie wouldn't make a mistake, even if he did have worldly desires and a secret affair with a fairy, the most likely outcome would be that it would all end without a trace.

If Tan Wenjie were to lead the horse and carry the load for Jin Chanzi's reincarnation, he would probably kill Jin Chanzi outright. After all, all the troubles Jin Chanzi encountered in his reincarnations during this period were thanks to Tan Wenjie.

The two sides don't get along very well.

Even in these reincarnations, if it weren't for Lingshan personally intervening and keeping watch, the Buddhist sect would probably have a new Buddha of Joy after Jin Chanzi's tenth reincarnation. Along the way, he would have gone through eighty-one tribulations and would definitely have left behind a group of pregnant female demons, eventually giving birth to a group of "Buddha's children".

“Buddha, I have an idea. Emperor Tan has immense magical power and many highly skilled generals under his command. Why not ask him to let the person travel on the road?”

If they can't win over Tan Wenjie, they can bring his disciples to Buddhism; it won't make a difference.

"I'm afraid he won't agree." The Buddha shook his head.

They had a rough understanding of the capable people under Tan Wenjie.

It's no exaggeration to say that this person is a treasure trove; even stealing one of his shoes and throwing it on the journey to the West could create a tribulation.

"We can ask the Old Man of the South Pole for help."

……

Auspicious clouds emerged from the sacred mountain.

Sitting on the back of the black bear spirit, Tan Wenjie had completely forgotten about the sequel to Journey to the West. He was thinking about where to find a safe world where he could plant peach trees.

Ideally, it would be a world brimming with spiritual energy, but without any deities.

Ideally, it should be left to stand for tens of thousands of years.

"Master, there seems to be a Buddha ahead," the black bear spirit said, interrupting Tan Wenjie's thoughts.

Tan Wenjie slapped the bear on the head: "You scared me! Bears shouldn't talk like humans."

The black bear spirit shut its mouth in grievance: "..."

In the blink of an eye, a golden light appeared in the distance, revealing a smiling, fat monk with his chest and belly exposed.

"Emperor Tan".

"So it's Maitreya Buddha."

After a brief nod and pleasantries, Tan Wenjie was about to leave with a few polite words when his gaze was drawn to the blond-haired boy beside Maitreya Buddha.

"Hey, Buddha, did you just go to the Heavenly Court?"

"I received an invitation from the Primordial Celestial Venerable and was preparing to return to Kunlun Mountain to keep the appointment. I did not go to the Heavenly Court." Maitreya Buddha asked in confusion, "Why do you say this, Your Majesty?"

"I thought you'd stolen Yang Jian's Howling Celestial Dog." Tan Wenjie looked at the boy behind him and clicked his tongue in amazement. "He really looks like him."

When the boy heard Tan Wenjie compare him to a dog, he bared his teeth at Tan Wenjie hatefully.

"Hahaha!" Maitreya Buddha laughed heartily. "Your Majesty, please don't make fun of my bell-ringing boy, or I'll have to go to Kunlun Mountain to have a word with the Primordial Celestial Venerable."

"Buddha's belly is big enough to hold a boat, but he's not petty," Tan Wenjie patted Maitreya Buddha's belly.

After chatting for a few more minutes, they agreed to give a talk about the scriptures together sometime, and then Tan Wenjie rode away on a black bear.

The boy who was playing the chime next to Maitreya Buddha stared blankly at Tan Wenjie's departing figure, thinking to himself, "Now that's what you call skillful."

Among the great figures of the Three Realms, those with names and surnames are majestic and awe-inspiring, just like immortals.

"Child," Maitreya Buddha called softly.

The yellow-browed boy snapped out of his daze: "Disciple is here."

"I will be going to keep an appointment with the Primordial Celestial Venerable in a while. You must guard him well and recite scriptures every day."

"Yes."

"After I leave, you must never flee to the mortal realm."

"what?"

"Also, don't take my chime mallet when you flee to the mortal realm, don't take my celestial bag, and don't take my golden cymbals."

"Yes, disciple, I have remembered it."

"I don't see you've remembered anything. Oh well... it's good that you remembered. Make sure you remember it well, and whatever you do, don't forget it!"

"This disciple has truly remembered." The Yellow-Eyebrowed Boy scratched his head, wondering if his memory was really that bad. (End of Chapter)