Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

"Thank you." After saying that, Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel and flew into the Three Immortal Islands.

When Sun Wukong first entered the Three Immortal Islands, he felt as if he were in a cloud of mist. After flying forward for dozens of meters, he suddenly saw the open sky.

The Three Immortal Islands were not as sacred as Sun Wukong had imagined. They gave him a very ordinary feeling, and at first glance, they were not even as good as Flower Fruit Mountain, except that the concentration of spiritual energy was relatively high.

But as Sun Wukong ventured deeper, he experienced a different feeling with each step he took on the Three Immortal Islands. When he arrived at the center of the island, Sun Wukong was so shocked that he was speechless.

The scenery before my eyes changes with every blink, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, leaving me breathless.

"Are you stunned?" A somewhat familiar female voice rang in Sun Wukong's ear.

Sun Wukong immediately turned his head and saw that it was Bixiao. He quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior."

"Get up! You monkey do have some good fortune; you've already broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in such a short time."

"I was just lucky."

"Alright, you've broken through, that's a breakthrough. Come with me! Zixia has just finished her lessons for today, right?"

"Is Xiao Zi now called Zixia?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Yes, this is the name my sister gave her."

As they spoke, the two arrived at a pavilion. Zixia stood at the entrance, looking at Sun Wukong with excitement.

"You two can catch up while you're at it!" Bixiao's voice disappeared after she finished speaking.

Sun Wukong looked Zixia up and down. Her current cultivation level was already at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, which was a very fast progress.

"Monkey, it hasn't even been a hundred years, how did you break through to the Great Luo realm?"

Upon hearing Zixia's first question, Sun Wukong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Not long ago, I met a primordial human in the Heavenly Court, he..."

Sun Wukong told Zixia about his experience. Upon hearing this, Zixia frowned and said, "Isn't this primordial human race forcibly pulling you into Taoism? That's too much! Monkey, should I ask my teacher to help you?"

"No need, having a Taoist identity is a good thing for me."

"really?"

"of course it's true."

Sun Wukong and Zixia chatted about their cultivation levels, what they had been doing all these years, and their future plans.

Two days later, Sun Wukong left the Three Immortal Islands. He was still in the midst of his tribulation, and it wouldn't be good for him to stay on the Three Immortal Islands for too long.

On the main hall of the Western Thunder Temple.

Amitabha Buddha sits high on a lotus platform, expounding the profound Dharma. Below Amitabha Buddha, in the first row are Dipankara Buddha, Maitreya Buddha, Golden Lotus Seed Buddha, Mahasthamaprapta Buddha, Ksitigarbha Buddha, and Golden Cicada Buddha.

The second row features Buddhist bodhisattvas such as Guanyin, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra.

Further on, there were Vajras, Arhats, and so on, densely packed and countless.

Amitabha Buddha expounded the Dharma, and heavenly flowers rained down, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and the sound of the Dharma resounded, spreading throughout heaven and earth!

Although the Amitabha Buddha who was transformed from Jieyin lost the Primordial Purple Qi and fell from his sainthood, he gained a lot of fortune in the previous struggle for the fortune of the Hundred Schools of Thought. In addition, with his dream of attaining enlightenment, he has now cultivated back to the level of a sub-sage.

In addition, since he was once a saint, there is not much difference between his preaching of Buddhism and the preaching of saints.

Therefore, everyone below showed a look of infatuation, completely absorbed and unable to extricate themselves, except for Jin Chanzi in the first row, who was bored and dozing off on his futon.

After Amitabha Buddha spoke for a while, he opened his eyes and looked at everyone. When he saw Jin Chanzi, who was dozing off, his expression changed slightly and he scolded, "Jin Chanzi, what are you doing?"

Jin Chanzi raised his head in surprise and said, "This humble monk was just dozing off. Didn't Buddha see that?"

Amitabha frowned and thought, "No wonder Duobao was unwilling to communicate with Jin Chanzi personally and instead shifted the blame to me. It turns out that Jin Chanzi is unruly and difficult to tame."

Jin Chanzi was the pilgrim prepared by the Buddhist sect from the very beginning. He was transformed from the six-winged golden cicada, a ferocious beast purified in the Buddhist kingdom. After he was chosen as the pilgrim, Duobao personally took Jin Chanzi as his disciple.

At first, Duobao was very dedicated to teaching Jin Chanzi. Later, he discovered that Jin Chanzi learned things too quickly, especially the true meaning of Buddhism. He had already memorized many Buddhist teachings in a short time.

Duobao tried to teach him again, but he refused to learn anything, claiming that he had already fully grasped the true meaning of Buddhism.

Duobao was amazed by Jin Chanzi's talent, but also felt that his character was too poor, so he simply let him come to listen to Amitabha Buddha preach.

Seeing Jin Chanzi's unruly attitude, Amitabha Buddha's face twisted with anger, and he said with a gloomy expression, "Jin Chanzi, your master ordered me to teach you properly, and this is how you earnestly study Buddhism?"

Jin Chanzi confidently replied, "I have already thoroughly mastered the myriad mysteries of Buddhist teachings. I already know everything you have said, so why bother listening to it again?"

"Know it by heart? I have cultivated Buddhism for millions of years and I would not dare to say those four words. You are new to this world and you dare to make such a boast. What a big mouth you have." Amitabha Buddha's face grew colder and colder as he looked down at Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi didn't even glance at Amitabha Buddha. He stepped down from the prayer mat and said with a faint smile, "I was just telling the truth. Why are you so angry? Since I've upset you, I'll leave."

After saying this, Jin Chanzi turned around and was about to fly out of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"Stop!" Amitabha's cold, stern voice rang out from behind Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi turned around and calmly looked at Amitabha Buddha: "Is there anything else?"

"You claim to be proficient in all aspects of Buddhism and its teachings. Then take a look and see what this means." Amitabha Buddha's expression returned to calm. He smiled and waited for Jin Chanzi's reply.

Jin Chanzi remained calm and silent, but when he looked at Amitabha Buddha, a faint hint of mockery appeared deep in his eyes.

"Jin Chanzi, can you unravel this 'smile while plucking a flower'?" Ran Deng asked.

Jin Chanzi laughed heartily and said, "A smile while picking a flower, all four elements are empty. Since everything is empty, how can it be explained?"

Amitabha Buddha was taken aback upon hearing this, for Jin Chanzi was indeed right. Afterwards, the two began to exchange ideas on Buddhist teachings.

Jin Chanzi was indeed quite knowledgeable about Buddhism, just as he claimed.

"This Jin Chanzi is truly exceptionally talented; no wonder he was destined to be the one to retrieve the scriptures," Amitabha Buddha thought to himself.

Of course, Amitabha Buddha could not let Jin Chanzi off so easily. He put his hands together and began to inquire about his unique dream-based spiritual powers.

Jin Chanzi was naturally unable to answer. Amitabha Buddha snorted coldly and said, "You have disgraced our Buddhist sect with your flowery words. If you cannot understand my Buddhist teachings, you will be reborn in the human world. When you realize your mistakes, I will guide you back to the Great Thunderclap Temple."

Jin Chanzi remained calm. He was already tired of the Buddhist Great Thunder Temple and wished he could leave now.

Where is the Vajra Warrior?

"exist."

Two burly Vajra warriors stepped forward. "Send Jin Chanzi down to the mortal realm, let him suffer the hardships of reincarnation, and bring him back once he realizes his mistakes."

"Yes." The majestic voice of the Vajra Warrior rang out in the hall. He then lifted the Golden Cicada and walked out of the hall.

A few breaths later, a streak of light flashed across the sky outside the hall, and Jin Chanzi entered the cycle of reincarnation.

At the Great Thunderclap Temple, Amitabha Buddha on the lotus platform regained his composure: "Everyone, I will continue to expound the wondrous Dharma of our Buddhist school."

Soon, celestial music filled the Great Thunderclap Temple, and golden light surged forth. The immortals and Buddhas all wore expressions of rapture and ecstasy.

Meanwhile, deep within the chaos, the battle that had raged for years finally came to an end.

It truly and completely suppressed the world-destroying millstone.

Bai Jing, who had been in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. With a thought, he appeared at the primordial womb. Nuwa and Houtu followed closely behind, and then Yangmei Daxian and Hongjun appeared as well.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, the fluctuations deep within the chaos have ceased!" Nuwa said solemnly.

"I know, I'm afraid the Great Millstone of Annihilation has already been suppressed by him, and the next step is to refine the Great Millstone of Annihilation for his own use."

“Fellow Daoists, there’s no need to worry so much. The current primordial world is strong enough to withstand Zhen, who wields the Great Millstone of Annihilation. At worst, we can simply stay put for the time being,” said Yangmei Immortal.

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. Can we really stay away forever? Besides, there are other creatures in the primordial world still living in chaos. Can they really stay away forever?"

After listening to Houtu's words, Yangmei Daxian fell silent. He knew that hiding was not a long-term solution, but there was no other good way to deal with it at the moment.

With Zhen, who is infinitely close to the half-step Great Dao Realm, plus the World-Destroying Grinding Mill, no one in the primordial world can rival him; it would be futile for them to attack together.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, how much of the Jade Disc of Creation have you devoured?" Hongjun asked.

"I'm still about 10% short, but even if I completely devour the Jade Disc of Creation, I'm still missing more than 100 Great Daos. It will depend on whether Fellow Daoist Houtu can find the corresponding reincarnation marks of the Chaos Demon Gods."

"Actually, I have almost collected them all. I only need 7 more Great Daos to make up the total of 3,000 Great Daos."

"Seven Great Daos? How many self-created Great Daos are there in the primordial world now?" asked the Great Immortal Yangmei.

"There are only four perfect self-created paths: the Great Path of the Sword that reaches the heavens, the Great Path of Illusion and Reality that soars through the clouds, the Confucian Path of Confucius, and the Imperial Path of Qin Shi Huang."

"So, there are still three more to go?"

Bai Jing nodded.

There are three great paths, which is neither too many nor too few. Currently, there are some beings in the primordial world who have created their own great paths, but only the Great Path of Fire of Suirenshi, the Great Path of Ruler of Haotian, and the Great Path of Balance of Yuding are relatively close to perfection.

Although it is close to perfection, how easy is it to take that step? Not to mention Yu Ding, who has just made great progress.

Both Suirenshi and Haotian had long ago deduced their respective Great Dao to 99% completion, but they could never take the final step.

Bai Jing and the others all knew that achieving perfection on a great path required a special opportunity; it wasn't something they could simply wish for.

"Compared to the Great Dao Perfection, I think it's easier to make the prehistoric world ascend to the third dimension. After the Journey to the West, the human race can obtain the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism. At that time, the human race, as the protagonist of heaven and earth, will become stronger and create a prosperous age where everyone is like a dragon. Then, with the human race's beliefs and fortune, we can ignite the flame to help the prehistoric world ascend to the third dimension. When the Father God returns, what does one true being matter?"

After hearing Houtu's words, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Nuwa sighed and said, "That's all we can do. Let's continue to promote the Journey to the West and spread Buddhism and Taoism throughout the human race first."

"Then it's settled. Everyone, you can all go home!" After saying that, Bai Jing went back to his seclusion first.

He couldn't put all his eggs in one basket. Regardless of whether he could push the primordial world to new heights, he had to become as strong as possible.

Let's turn our attention back to Sun Wukong.

After leaving the Three Immortal Islands, Sun Wukong went straight back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

Sun Wukong had figured it out: as long as he could endure the loneliness and not go out to cause trouble, when the Journey to the West began, powerful figures would naturally ask him to go and obtain the scriptures.

Being imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain to atone for one's sins and being begged by others to take the scriptures are two completely different concepts.

Just as Sun Wukong was preparing to go into seclusion, the long-dormant system suddenly awoke. [The system has detected that the host has deviated from the predetermined path of fate. The host is rewarded with the acquired treasure, the Hundred Transformations Monkey Hair. This acquired treasure was specially customized for the host and possesses the ability to transform in countless ways. The host can use this magical artifact at will.]

As soon as the system finished speaking, Sun Wukong felt a different monkey hair appear on the back of his head. He immediately plucked the hair, and 36 of the 49 restrictions inside the hair were instantly refined.

With a thought, Sun Wukong's monkey hair began to change, truly ever-changing, even able to create an avatar exactly like himself, with identical cultivation and weapons.

Sun Wukong was delighted at the sight and immediately wanted to exchange a few blows with the incarnation made of monkey hair.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. He shouted at the avatar, "Since you are a replica of me, Old Sun, then come and try my methods!"

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, his figure blurred, and the golden cudgel was already in his hand, turning into a golden light and slashing straight at the incarnation.

That incarnation was indeed extraordinary, its reaction was in no way inferior to Sun Wukong's, wielding an identical golden cudgel to block the attack head-on.

With a deafening clang, the two clubs collided, sending sparks flying and shattering the surrounding rocks.

Sun Wukong laughed heartily, his body soaring into the air, using his somersault cloud to instantly transform into countless afterimages, attacking his avatar from all directions.

The avatars were not to be outdone, and they too leaped up, conjuring up countless figures, each attack met with the other's. Amidst the crisscrossing of their staffs, the heavens and earth seemed to be weighed down by the combined power of this attack.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, leaped into the air, stroked his chin as he fought his clone, and exclaimed in amazement, "What skill! You are indeed no match for me!"

The avatar also stopped moving, grinned, and even imitated Sun Wukong's tone, saying, "Of course, I'm a hair that fell off your body!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong was overjoyed and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, this contest is a draw! But your monkey fur does have some tricks up its sleeve; I'll have to study it carefully another day!"

Having said that, with a thought, his avatar transformed into a golden light, reverting to a single monkey hair, and flew back into Sun Wukong's hand. He weighed the hair in his hand, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, and murmured, "This monkey hair is truly useful; in a critical moment, it might even save my life." (End of Chapter)