Crow in the West, starting to evolve from the plundering entry

Chapter 270 The Return of Jin Chanzi

Perhaps because the Journey to the West is nearing its end, the Buddhist community is unwilling to cause any more trouble.

Even when the monkey led thousands of demons to raze Lion Camel Ridge to the ground, no one dared to say a word.

The monkey was immediately alarmed by this.

"Indeed, in the eyes of Buddhism, the Journey to the West is more important than anything else."

Back then, Brother Crow had repeatedly reminded him, and even told him, about the importance of the Journey to the West.

He didn't care.

But now, he finally realized that the Journey to the West was more important than he had imagined.

But that's okay too.

At least, the Buddhist community won't cause them any trouble.

Moreover, through this, the Heavenly Demon Gods could leave Flower Fruit Mountain and travel to the true Three Realms.

Originally, the monkey only wanted to find a few brothers.

For example, the Jiao Demon King and the Peng Demon King.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this news, the Grand Preceptor, the Great Sage of the Wind, and Shen Gongbao felt it was an opportunity—an opportunity for the Heavenly Demon Dynasty to ascend to the Three Realms.

Therefore, on this day, the Heavenly Demon God Dynasty mobilized its million-strong demon army.

There were also countless demon kings, in a vast and mighty army.

In an instant, demonic energy soared into the sky, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

This shocked the Three Realms and Six Paths.

However, even so, neither Buddhism nor the Heavenly Court did anything.

Instead, they chose to wait and see.

From this, the monkey also realized the key point.

"It's all because of Journey to the West."

"If it weren't for Journey to the West, the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect would probably have already sent a large army to attack."

In a daze, the monkey raised its eyes and looked towards the sacred mountain not far away.

It's time to complete the final leg of the Journey to the West.

Lingshan Mountain is right before our eyes.

The road is right under your feet.

"We respectfully bid farewell to the Great Sage."

"We respectfully bid farewell to the Great Sage."

Countless powerful demons lined up in two rows, revealing a path wide enough for a group of five to pass through, extending to the foot of Mount Ling.

On this day, a million demons respectfully saw off the Great Sage.

On this day, the three realms were moved, and even gods and Buddhas watched.

"Alright, then I, Old Sun, will make the trip."

With a long howl, the monkey, carrying his golden cudgel, walked in front of the group of five.

Tang Sanzang rode a white horse, Zhu Bajie carried a rake, and Sha Wujing carried the luggage.

Despite having only five people, they seemed to have become the focus of the world.

Even the Jade Emperor, who sat high in the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked over.

They arrived at a grand hall without knowing when.

The bodhisattvas, arhats, and vajras, layer upon layer, sit high on lotus thrones, like stars suspended in the Dharma realm. Their prayer beads flow in the void, each one reflecting the wisdom of countless eons, some as bright as the moon, some as clear as crystal, some burning with intense light, rising and falling amidst the solemnity of their forms.

The white tufts of light between the brows of all the Buddhas shone like a net, enveloping the entire Vulture Peak.

Shakyamuni Buddha sits in the center, with a thousand-spoked golden wheel slowly turning behind him, each spoke reflecting the cause and effect of the past, present, and future.

Maitreya Bodhisattva always smiles, and the illusory image of the future Buddha's heavenly palace appears and disappears behind him;

The Pure Land of Medicine Buddha manifests on the left, free from illness and disaster, with its light shining everywhere.

Tang Sanzang dismounted from the white horse and took out the staff bestowed upon him by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The staff was humming like never before.

It turned out that the air of Lingshan was filled with tangible Sanskrit chants, which activated the staff and caused a resonance.

At that moment, countless images flashed through Tang Sanzang's mind.

From the ancient golden cicada to Buddhist disciples and then to...
Scene after scene.
Real yet illusory.

It felt as if I had experienced it all before.

"This is?"

Tang Sanzang was slightly startled, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

At the same time, the golden headband on the monkey's golden cudgel suddenly contracted rapidly, and its powerful force caused the golden cudgel to tremble.

If the golden headband weren't worn on the golden cudgel, but on the monkey's head instead, then the monkey would likely be the one suffering from a splitting headache.

"I almost fell into the trap of Buddhism."

The monkey stared at the ever-shrinking golden headband, its eyes flashing as if flames were about to burst forth from them.

His eyes sparkled, revealing the essence of things.

Meanwhile, a screech was heard on the other side.

That's the White Dragon Horse.

He transformed into human form, and his dragon blood suddenly boiled—all the dragon sculptures on the beams and pillars of the main hall opened their vertical pupils to him. The necklace that Guanyin had enlightened him with felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; it turned out that the process of shedding its scales was more painful than being stripped of its scales on the Dragon Slaughtering Platform.

"If you see the true Buddha, why don't you bow down?"

Suddenly, a magnificent voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The voice seemed to be questioning, but it was directed at the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.

"You want me, Old Sun, to kneel and worship?"

The monkey grinned and slammed his Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) down onto the ground.

"boom"

Suddenly, an unprecedented power erupted in the Great Buddha Hall, transforming into boundless golden waves that swept in all directions.

The expressions of countless Bodhisattvas changed slightly.

The pupils of all the Buddhas contracted.

Are you sure you want me, Old Sun, to worship you?

As it spoke again, golden scales appeared on the monkey's body.

Do not,
Those weren't golden scales, but rather precious armor that appeared and enveloped the body.

Even more colorful light emanated from his body.

From the inside out,

Its terrifying power was like that of an ancient god or demon awakening.

It pressed down so hard that even countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could not breathe.

"Stop, Wukong!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the Monkey King.

The next moment, the brocade robe fluttered without wind, the nine-ringed staff levitated on its own, and a phantom rose like wisps of smoke. Under the gaze of all the Buddhas, it gradually shed its mortal form, revealing its true nature—

A golden cicada.

It is not a noisy autumn insect in the mortal world, but a spiritual creature that flaps its wings before the Buddha. Its whole body is like crystal, with the secret text of the Prajnaparamita Sutra flowing on its thin wings. Its six legs are like gold carvings. Every time it flaps its wings, ripples appear in the void.

His eyes were no longer those of a mortal compassion, but reflected the wisdom of countless eons, like two shrunken suns piercing through all illusion.

Immediately afterwards, the golden cicada spread its wings and soared into the sky.

It merges with the myriad rays of Buddha's light.
In the air, a figure draped in a cassock, extremely handsome, yet seemingly demonic, appeared.

A touch of vermilion between the eyebrows.

Eyes that see through illusion.

Its terrifying aura even made the monkeys' pupils shrink.

"You are... Master?"

The monkey asked, its voice tinged with uncertainty.

"A teacher for a day is a teacher for life."

"I am your master."

This figure did not turn around, but instead looked at the thousands of Buddhists.

More accurately, he looked at the first Buddhist who had spoken.

It was he who said, "Now that you have seen the true Buddha, why not worship him?"

"Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings. What does it matter if one is a true Buddha or an ordinary person?"

As he spoke, the figure's voice turned cold, and he shouted:

"But you, relying on the power of Buddhism, are so aggressive. What are your true intentions?"

These words, spoken like thunder, shook all the Buddhas.

They knew that he had returned.

The legendary Golden Cicada.

Born Gods and Buddhas
His true strength is unfathomable.

He was even hailed as Jin Chanzi, who possessed the greatest Buddhist wisdom.
They're finally back.

(End of this chapter)