Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

Upon hearing this, Randeng's expression darkened. He had been hesitant to use his full strength just now, and Sun Wukong and the others had joined forces to break his supernatural powers.

Judging from Sun Wukong's tone, he seemed to think of him as someone easy to bully. Did he really think of him as a pushover?

With this in mind, Randeng decided that no matter what, he should capture Sun Wukong first.

"You mischievous monkey! Do you really think this humble monk is easy to bully?" Ran Deng shouted, clasping his hands together. The crystal world behind him suddenly expanded, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns exploded like thunder, causing the Tongtian River to churn and the world to lose its color.

"Amitabha!" As the lamp lit the lamp, it flew out from the top of his head, and the wick ignited with immeasurable Buddhist flames, transforming into twelve golden fire dragons, each containing the power of a quasi-saint, roaring as they pounced on Sun Wukong.

The Buddha's light, like a vast ocean, pressed down, causing the void to crack inch by inch, as if it wanted to crush Sun Wukong along with Jin Chanzi and the others.

Sun Wukong was not to be outdone. His Golden Eyes of Illusion shone brightly, revealing the trajectory of the fire dragon. He activated the Law of War at full power, and the blood of the Chaos Demon Ape boiled.

He once again used the Law of Heaven and Earth, transforming into a 99,000-foot-tall golden-haired ape. His giant claws tore through the void, and his golden cudgel swung like a storm as he fought the twelve fire dragons.

The shadows of the staff and the flames of the Buddha intertwined, unleashing a deafening roar. The Tongtian River was dried up by the aftershocks, exposing the riverbed and causing mountains to collapse.

However, this time, Randeng was truly enraged. He unleashed his late-stage Quasi-Saint power without reservation, and the fire dragons were far more powerful than before, each one seemingly capable of incinerating stars.

Although Sun Wukong grew stronger with each battle, his Golden Eyes of Insight discerned his weaknesses, but the boundless Buddhist supernatural powers of Dipankara Buddha, with his ever-renewing fire dragons and layers of Buddhist light, gradually forced Sun Wukong into a desperate situation.

The golden-haired ape's giant claws were burned by the Buddha's flames, and the Golden Cudgel's attacks were gradually suppressed. Sun Wukong was forced to retreat step by step, and his breathing became disordered.

Seeing this, Jin Chanzi waved his staff, and golden light shone like the sun, intending to help Sun Wukong share the burden. However, he was struck by Ran Deng's palm, and the Buddhist light transformed into a giant mountain, which forced Jin Chanzi back several steps.

Pigsy and Sandy tried to approach, but they couldn't even get close to the edge of the Buddha's light. The two were horrified, deeply feeling that the power of the Quasi-Saint was unshakable.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to be suppressed by Ran Deng's glass lamp, a lazy voice suddenly rang out from the void: "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, why use such heavy-handedness on a junior? Buddhism is compassionate, how can you be so violent?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure materialized from the void. It was a Taoist priest dressed in a slovenly robe, yawning, and looking unkempt.

He held a worn-out whisk in his hand, squinted, and looked as casual as if he had just woken up, yet he exuded a chilling aura.

Upon seeing this person, Ran Deng's expression changed drastically, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Xuan Du! You... intend to interfere in this matter?!"

Indeed, the newcomer was none other than Grand Master Xuandu, a disciple of the Supreme Saint, and the Longevity Emperor of the Southern Pole of the Heavenly Court, a peak Quasi-Saint whose cultivation surpassed even that of Randeng, and whose depth was unfathomable.

Grand Master Xuandu scratched his head and said lazily, "I was just passing by when I saw you, a great Buddhist master, bullying a junior. I couldn't stand it. Although Sun Wukong is a bit unruly, he has a kind heart. On the contrary, your behavior seems to be inconsistent with the Buddhist tradition of compassion!"

Sun Wukong, panting heavily, put away his Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique and leaned on his golden cudgel. Although he was stubborn, his Golden Eyes of Truth had already seen through Xuandu's unfathomable depths, and he knew that this person was definitely not someone he could handle.

Upon hearing this, Ran Deng snorted coldly, the light of his glass lamp dimmed slightly, but he did not back down in the slightest. He directly rebuked, "Xuan Du, this monkey destroyed Guanyin's golden body and showed contempt for Buddhism. What's wrong with this humble monk suppressing him? This matter has nothing to do with you. Why are you sticking your neck out today?"

Grand Master Xuandu yawned, waved his whisk, and a beam of clear light shone out, easily dissolving the oppressive aura of Randeng's Buddhist light. He then smiled and said, "Randeng, don't try to intimidate me with Buddhism. The journey to the West was arranged by the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Your Buddhist sect is protecting its own and breaking the rules of the journey. I just couldn't stand by and watch."

Upon hearing this, Ran Deng's expression shifted between light and dark. He knew that Grand Master Xuandu's cultivation was stronger than his own, not to mention that he possessed the Taiji Diagram. If they were to truly fight, he would have no chance of winning.

Moreover, Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi were key figures in the pilgrimage, and although there was dissatisfaction within the Buddhist community, they dared not completely break off relations.

If they are handled so lightly, the four disciples will likely become even more difficult to control later on.

Just as the Ancient Buddha Dipankara was about to speak and refute Grand Master Xuandu, the void behind him suddenly trembled, and an immeasurable Buddhist light poured down from the sky, as vast as the sea, pressing down on the Tongtian River and freezing it, and all things in heaven and earth seemed to fall into eternal silence.

In the Buddha's light, a solemn figure slowly emerged, wearing a jeweled crown and a kasaya, surrounded by nine-petaled golden lotuses. It was none other than Amitabha Buddha, the Western Sect Master and a near-saint!
Amitabha Buddha's gaze swept over Xuan Du with unfathomable depths, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Xuan Du, this matter is none of your concern. Step aside!"

His appearance caused the world to lose its color, and his aura as a near-saint overwhelmed the entire scene. Pigsy and Sandy's legs went weak and they almost knelt down. Golden Cicada gripped his staff tightly, but a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.

It was this old bald monk who seized him while he was molting, causing him to lose all his years of hard work. He will definitely take revenge for this grudge if he gets the chance.

After hearing Amitabha's words, Grand Master Xuandu slightly opened his narrowed eyes. His shabby Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and his worn-out whisk swayed gently, faintly shimmering with a clear light. He did not back down, his lazy demeanor vanishing, and said in a serious tone, "Uncle-Master Jieyin, demons eat people, committing heinous crimes. Since King Linggan is from your Buddhist lineage, he should be punished. The Buddhist sect's protection of its own undermines the justice of Heaven, which is truly unacceptable. I beg you, Uncle-Master, not to protect your own!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up. His Golden Eyes of Truth swept over Xuandu and he vaguely sensed a mysterious aura emanating from him, as if protected by a supreme treasure.

He grinned and thought, "Senior Brother Xuandu should be protected by the Taiji Diagram, so he shouldn't be afraid of Amitabha Buddha. In that case, the two sides might have to fight."

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, his fighting spirit reignited, and his Chaos Demon Ape bloodline stirred, ready to fight again at any moment.

Amitabha Buddha remained expressionless, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Xuandu, do you really think you can't do anything to me because you rely on the power of the Supreme Saint? This is a matter within the Buddhist sect. If you interfere, you will be making an enemy of the Buddhist sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine-petaled golden lotus behind him burst forth with boundless light. The phantom of Buddha appeared on each petal, and the sound of chanting shook the heavens, transforming into boundless Buddhist light, attempting to envelop Xuandu, Sun Wukong, and the others.

Xuan Du sneered, waved his whisk, and the void cracked open. A beam of light, interwoven with black and white, flew out from his sleeve, revealing the innate treasure, the Taiji Diagram!
The Tai Chi diagram unfolded, and the Yin and Yang energies circulated, transforming into a golden bridge that spanned heaven and earth, instantly suppressing Amitabha Buddha's Buddhist kingdom until it was on the verge of collapse.

Xuandu then proclaimed loudly, "Amitabha! I have the Taiji Diagram in my hand. Although your cultivation as a Quasi-Saint is strong, I am not afraid! Monsters eat people, and Buddhism protects its own. Today, I will seek justice!"

Amitabha's expression darkened, clearly not expecting Xuandu to be so forceful. He was a sub-saint, surpassing Xuandu, who was at the peak of the quasi-saint level. However, the Taiji Diagram was a supreme innate treasure, and its Yin and Yang power could stabilize the earth, wind, water, and fire, enough to bridge the gap in cultivation levels.

Amitabha Buddha uttered a low shout: "Xuandu, since you are so stubborn, let this humble monk test the power of the Taiji Diagram!" He clasped his hands together, and the Nine-Petaled Golden Lotus flew out, transforming into a thousand feet of golden light. The lotus petals were like knives, slashing towards the Golden Bridge.

"Boom!" The golden lotus collided with the Taiji diagram's golden bridge, the yin and yang energies intertwined with the Buddha's light, the void shattered, the Tongtian River dried up completely, and the surrounding area of ​​a thousand miles turned into dust.

Xuan Du remained motionless, the Taiji diagram hovering above his head, the Yin and Yang energies protecting him and neutralizing the golden lotus's attack. With a flick of his whisk, a clear light, like a sword, pierced straight at Amitabha Buddha.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's fighting spirit soared. His Golden Eyes of Truth locked onto the flaw in Amitabha Buddha's light, and he roared, "Master Xuandu, I'm here to help you!"

As he spoke, Sun Wukong once again used the Law of Heaven and Earth, transforming into a 99,000-foot-tall golden-haired ape. He pushed the Law of War to its limit, and with the power of the Chaos Demon Ape, he smashed his golden cudgel toward the golden lotus.

Jin Chanzi followed suit, his staff radiating countless golden rays, and together with Sun Wukong, they attacked Amitabha Buddha. Dipankara Buddha and Guanyin retreated to the side, their expressions complex.

Guanyin said in a low voice, "Uncle-Master, if this matter escalates, it may be difficult to handle."

"I know, but there's no good solution right now!"

"What if we contact the Buddha?"

Dipankara remained silent. The confrontation between Xuandu and Amitabha was beyond their control. The best course of action now was to contact the Buddha.

Dipankara gritted his teeth and communicated with the Buddha through the Buddhist Kingdom.

Meanwhile, Amitabha Buddha was fighting Xuandu and Sun Wukong alone, with the golden lotus and the Taiji diagram facing off, and the Buddha's light colliding with the Yin and Yang energies, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Xuan Du, relying on the Taiji Diagram, maintained a firm advantage. Sun Wukong's Golden Eyes of Illusion and the Law of War continuously weakened the Golden Lotus's power, while Jin Chanzi's Buddhist light added even more pressure.

Although Amitabha Buddha is a near-saint, he was actually at a disadvantage when faced with the supreme power of the Taiji Diagram and Sun Wukong's fierce attacks.

"Amitabha!" he uttered in a low voice, and the ninth-grade golden lotus shone brightly, transforming into a great array of Buddhist light, intending to trap the three of them.

Xuan Du snorted coldly, and the Yin and Yang energies of the Taiji Diagram surged, sweeping across the Golden Bridge, causing the Buddhist Kingdom's grand formation to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sun Wukong swung his staff, and his Golden Eyes of Illusion accurately struck the core of the Golden Lotus, shattering one of its petals!
Amitabha Buddha's body trembled, his breath became slightly disordered, and a hint of surprise finally flashed in his eyes.

Xuandu pressed his advantage, wielding his whisk, and the clear light transformed into countless sword energies, forcing Amitabha Buddha to retreat repeatedly.

Sun Wukong laughed heartily: "I, Old Sun, have said that Buddhism protects its own, but I'm determined to fight for justice!"

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, a clear light flashed in the eyes of Grand Master Xuandu. Although his Golden Eyes of Illusion could not see through everything like Sun Wukong's, his peak Quasi-Saint level spiritual perception allowed him to sense that Amitabha Buddha's aura had suddenly changed and killing intent was emerging.

He acted decisively, waving his whisk and sending a telepathic message to Sun Wukong: "Monkey, step back! He's about to use his full power; I'll stop him!"

Although Sun Wukong was unwilling, his Golden Eyes of Truth also saw that Amitabha Buddha's body was filled with solid Buddhist light, as if he was about to unleash a powerful move. So he somersaulted a hundred miles away and retreated to the side with Jin Chanzi and the others, his eyes fixed intently on the battlefield.

Sure enough, in the next instant, the Buddha's light surged behind Amitabha Buddha, and a golden Buddha body a million feet tall appeared, wearing a jeweled crown, holding a vajra, surrounded by immeasurable Buddhist flames. The pressure of the sub-saint swept across the heavens and earth, and the entire area within a thousand miles of the Tongtian River was transformed into a pure land of Buddha.

The golden body's eyes, like blazing suns, locked onto Xuandu, and its Buddhist chanting thundered: "Xuandu, since you insist on protecting that wicked monkey, then take this blow from this humble monk!"

The vajra was raised high, and the Buddha's light condensed into a single point, transforming into a golden ray of destruction that tore through the void and struck Xuandu directly.

Xuan Du's expression was solemn. With a flick of his whisk, the Tai Chi diagram was fully unfurled. Yin and Yang energies poured down like a waterfall, transforming into a golden bridge that spanned heaven and earth. Black and white intertwined, evolving into chaos, seemingly about to devour the entire Buddhist kingdom.

The golden bridge met the golden light, and the two supreme forces collided, causing the world to lose its color, the void to shatter, and the Tongtian River to completely collapse, turning into a chaotic wasteland.

"Boom!" A deafening roar shook the Three Realms. Xuandu and Amitabha were each sent flying back a hundred miles. Xuandu's Taoist robe was slightly disheveled, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the light of the Taiji diagram dimmed slightly.

Several cracks appeared on Amitabha Buddha's golden body, his Buddha light flickered, and his aura became unstable. The two attacks were actually evenly matched!

Both sides were about to fight again when, at that moment, a clear, cold voice rang out from the heavens: "Enough!"

In an instant, the void cracked open, and a majestic figure appeared, his aura transcending the Three Realms. It was actually the Dharma form of the Jade Emperor!
At the same time, the Buddha's light shone brightly in the Western Paradise, and the voice of the Tathagata Buddha came: "Amitabha, Xuandu, Sun Wukong, stop!"

The Jade Emperor and Buddha descended in their divine forms, the world fell silent, and the battle came to an abrupt end.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master Haotian." Tathagata Duobao bowed in greeting.

“Nephew Duobao, you are now the leader of a sect, there is no need for such formalities.”

"Propriety must not be disregarded. What brings you here today, Uncle-Master?"

"Naturally, it's for the journey to the west; I received a decree from Heaven."

Upon hearing this, Tathagata Duobao's expression became somewhat serious: "Please enlighten me, Uncle-Master."

"The Heavenly Dao says that the journey to the West is not a great calamity, and no living being should perish because of it. Therefore, no matter whose mount or disciple it is, killing is wrong, and those who kill will be killed in return!"

"If that is the case, then our Buddhist sect is wrong. From now on, our Buddhist sect will no longer interfere with the pilgrims' efforts to slay demons and monsters, regardless of the background of these monsters."

"Our Heavenly Court is the same."

With that said, the rules for westward travel were essentially revised.

"What about the beings who died unjustly before?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Our Buddhist community will personally perform rituals to help them be reborn."

Sun Wukong was unconvinced and wanted to retort, but Jin Chanzi transmitted his voice and said, "Wukong, that's enough! The Jade Emperor and Buddha have come in person, and this matter has been settled. There's no need to say anything more."

Sun Wukong snorted, put away his golden cudgel, glared at Amitabha Buddha, and turned around, saying, "Master, let's go! I, Old Sun, want to see what other troubles this journey to the West has in store!"

Grand Master Xuandu yawned, his figure flickered, and he vanished without a trace. Amitabha Buddha, along with Dipankara Buddha and Guanyin, transformed into a ray of light and disappeared.

The auras of the Jade Emperor and Buddha gradually faded, and the sky above the Tongtian River returned to calm, with only the ruins on the ground telling the story of the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

After tidying up the area and diverting the river water back into the Tongtian River, the four returned to Chenjia Village, found a boat to cross the river, and continued their westward journey. (End of Chapter)