Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 336 Jin Chanzi, Will You Lose This Time? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Great Crimson Heaven, the Tushita Palace.

Inside the solemn and majestic hall, an elderly man dressed in a white Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a high platform with his eyes closed. Apart from his tranquility and serenity, he did not exude any aura of a powerful figure, appearing just like an ordinary, aging Taoist priest.

But obviously, this is impossible.

After all, an ordinary old Taoist priest is not qualified to appear in the Thirty-Three Heavens, stand above all the immortals and gods, and would never be able to sit in the main seat of the Tushita Palace.

Taishang Laojun is the chief of the Three Pure Ones in Taoist classics and one of the incarnations of Taiqing Daode Tianzun.

However, since this is the world of Black Myth, the exact relationship between the two remains to be seen.

Without a doubt, Laozi is the pinnacle of strength and status in this world, reaching the T0 level. Even the Jade Emperor, the nominal leader of the Heavenly Court, has to show him the utmost respect and dares not be negligent in the slightest.

However, according to the setting of the predecessor of Black Myth, Fighting God, Laozi is the mastermind behind all the conspiracies and schemes, and the actual controller of the Heavenly Court.

The so-called Jade Emperor is merely a puppet he pushed to the forefront, yet he possesses an extremely high level of prestige. Many Black Myth players speculate that he is qualified to be the final boss of DLC or subsequent works.

Of course, these are all things to be discussed later, so let's leave them aside for now.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Laozi, who was sitting upright on the futon, frowned slightly, raised his left hand and began to make calculations. Then he chanted incantations in a low voice, as if he wanted to summon something back, but after a long while, nothing happened.

"It really is a variable. It was able to sever my connection with the Vajra Bracelet. Was it because of its special nature, or was it because those bald monks in the Western Paradise made a move in the dark?"

Lao Tzu muttered to himself, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his bright eyes.

"Very well, I'll see just how far you can go this time, and whether you can end this endless cycle..."

As he spoke, Laozi's voice gradually faded, and he closed his eyes again. The Tushita Palace fell silent once more, just as it had always been, seemingly unchanging since time immemorial.

……

South China Sea, Luojia Mountain.

In the bamboo grove, the being revered by the world as the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva was sitting barefoot by a pond, her hair disheveled, occasionally scattering fish food that exuded spiritual energy, teasing the goldfish in the pond.

At this moment, a beautiful young girl with two dragon horns on her forehead ran over and stopped about ten feet away from Guanyin. She said in a worried tone:
"Bodhisattva, the golden headband that Red Boy left on Mount Luojia... his aura has disappeared!"

"is it?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva paused slightly in scattering fish food, then sighed, "Foolish child, you are not like that black bear, who appears foolish but is actually shrewd. You still couldn't escape this calamity."

Upon hearing this, the dragon girl lowered her eyes, concealing the sorrow within.

She and Red Boy had served under Guanyin Bodhisattva for hundreds of years and had a deep friendship. Now that she learned of her old friend's death, she couldn't help but feel sad, and even a little sad for the death of her friend.

After all, she was a dragon and had experienced a similar situation to Red Boy.

The difference is that she and her elders chose to kneel down, while Red Boy chose revenge, which led to his current predicament.

"In this way, the chosen one has gathered all five kinds of innate qualities."

The voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva rang out again, its tone enigmatic.

"As for what happens next, he should return to Flower Fruit Mountain, and the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling will soon be making their move."

"...Bodhisattva, can the Great Sage really be resurrected?"

The Dragon Girl pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and still couldn't help but ask, "Perhaps, but whether the one who is resurrected in the end is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, or the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong, depends on that mischievous monkey's own choice."

Guanyin said calmly, suddenly recalling the scene when she gave the golden headband to Tang Xuanzang, and sighed slightly in her heart.

"Jin Chanzi, will you lose this time?"

……

Western Paradise, the Land of Ultimate Bliss!
Amidst the rosy glow of the sunset, a magnificent palace tower floated in mid-air, flanked by countless Buddhist soldiers and novices, exuding an indescribable awe and holiness.

Without a doubt, this is the famous Great Thunder Temple, the sacred site of the Buddha, the Lord of the Western Paradise.

However, if a person with great supernatural powers were to come to this place, they would sense a discordant and unsettling feeling from this outwardly splendid and solemn Buddhist ancestral land, which permeated the air and was omnipresent.

It's as if behind the light, there is often a more terrifying darkness hidden, making people feel uneasy when they think about it.

The camera pans through the gate.

In Leiyin Temple, countless lotus-shaped seats are arranged on both sides, with Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats sitting peacefully, listening to the Buddha's teachings.

You can't ignore it. With the example of Jin Chanzi, everyone knows that the abbot of Lingshan is petty.

Apart from a few Bodhisattvas and Buddhas of special status, anyone else would be punished by being reincarnated ten times for even taking a nap, which was euphemistically called spiritual practice. But after ten reincarnations, no one could say for sure who that person was.

And so, this discourse lasted for three months, with all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas fighting off their drowsiness and pretending to have gained some enlightenment.

Whether smiling, silently holding a flower, looking sorrowful, or glaring angrily, there are countless expressions, too many to describe in detail.

Seeing this, the Buddha smiled with satisfaction. Just as he was about to continue his sermon for another year or two, he suddenly frowned, secretly made a hand gesture, and stopped preaching.

When the Buddhist disciples saw the Buddha suddenly stop, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

"May I ask Buddha, why did you stop preaching?"

Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha, asked aloud.

"The chosen one has gathered all five of that mischievous monkey's inherent qualities. If nothing unexpected happens, this cycle of reincarnation will finally come to an end."

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were surprised to hear this. Of course, they knew the meaning of the so-called chosen one, which was nothing more than a plan to resurrect Sun Wukong.

The Western Paradise needs Sun Wukong to return to the embrace of Buddhism and become the Victorious Fighting Buddha again to solidify the prestige of Mount Ling and Buddhism. On the other hand, the Eastern Paradise wants to get rid of Sun Wukong, a powerful general, to weaken the influence of Buddhism. Therefore, it has been hindering the progress of the chosen one in collecting the root talents.

The two sides argued about this matter countless times, causing many so-called chosen ones to perish along the way, with most not even making it out of Black Wind Mountain.

Over time, the Buddhist and Heavenly Courts stopped caring much about the matter, simply assigning a few key figures to oversee it and reporting back on any special circumstances.

Who would have thought that after just over three months of expounding the scriptures, the chosen one almost passed the test directly, which was truly an unexpected surprise.

Thinking of this, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas began to calculate, wanting to know what the chosen one had experienced in the past few months, but they found that the secrets of heaven were obscured and could not be seen in the past or future. Only then did they realize the seriousness of the matter.

"May I ask Buddha, who is responsible for obscuring the secrets of Heaven?"

The Buddha shook his head, his gaze sweeping over all the Buddhas. He noticed that Guanyin was not participating in this Buddhist group activity, and then looked at a handsome man with a hooked nose, saying indifferently.

"A roc soaring ten thousand miles through the clouds."

(End of this chapter)