Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 265 Opening

The woodcutter put down the firewood on his back, walked to Feng Lang's side, next to the divine stone that Sun Wukong had transformed into, stroked the uneven texture on the stone, sighed, and then asked, "Little Master, where did you come from? How come you don't even know such a well-known thing?"

Little Master?
Feng Lang scratched his short hair. Well, he did look like a monk who had just returned to secular life.

"I have been cultivating in this blessed land for many years and only recently came into the world. I really don't know about this old story." Feng Lang chuckled and then said, "Fellow Daoist, do you know why Erlang Shen wanted to kill the Great Sage?"

"Who knows?" the woodcutter sighed. "Legend has it that on that day, dark clouds rolled in the sky, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals arrayed in all directions, and a great sun shone brightly over the heavens and the earth. Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen fought to the death, exchanging transformations and magical powers. In the end, for some unknown reason, the monkey was no match for him and was pierced through the heart by a spear, thus perishing. Even his six senses—eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind—were gouged out."

"How could this be?" Feng Lang exclaimed in shock. "Sun Wukong was so powerful and unrestrained when he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. And there was also Erlang Shen. How could he be willing to become a lackey of the Heavenly Court!"

"Who knows?" The woodcutter laughed, glanced at the man destined for heaven, picked up the firewood again, and as the mist rose, he strode into it. "After all, I am just a mortal. How would I know so much about heavenly matters? Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

I believe you as a ghost!

As Feng Lang watched the woodcutter's figure grow increasingly blurry, he wanted to call out to stop him, but he couldn't utter a single syllable and could only watch helplessly as the woodcutter walked further and further away.

In the darkness, he seemed to hear a sigh.

In the mountain mist, in the shadows of twilight.

Bertrand Russell stood side by side with an old white-haired monkey.

"Is this the solution you found to break the deadlock?" the white-haired old monkey asked.

If there is anyone in this world besides the architect and Russell who has escaped the cycle of reincarnation, it is this one.

The woodcutter from before was him, and the white ape now is also him.

"If you don't want to go through this cycle again and again, this is the best way." Russell crossed his arms and watched Feng Lang and the chosen one talk. They walked out of the mountain together, and Russell added, "Unless you can find that one, this is the only way."

"My master is elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon. How could he be found so easily?" The woodcutter shook his head.

Besides, even if we found it, what good would it do?

It's still a case of having the will but lacking the ability.

In the Three Realms and Six Paths, how could a great being like Master, with such supernatural powers, possibly know about the schemes those celestial beings plot against his junior brother?

But once they knew, they couldn't resist.

Even if the master's skills were extraordinary and his supernatural powers were limitless, he was still weak and alone, and could not possibly defeat all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The fact that he could remain free from the cycle of reincarnation, retaining his clarity time and time again to guide his junior brother on the path ahead, must have exhausted the master's mind and spirit.

"But it's nothing serious. We're still a long way from the ninety-nine number. If we fail this time, we can find another way next time." — White Ape

“There will be no next time.” Russell said calmly, “This cycle is the end. It’s all or nothing.”

He had come from across the heavens to guide the main god's space, and he could be said to have risked everything he had.

He estimated the level of the top reincarnators in the Main God Space within the Three Realms.

As I said before, if you want to cause a stir in the Three Realms, you'll have to get past those four guards outside the South Heavenly Gate first.

……

Black Wind Mountain.

Unlike the usual tranquility, Black Wind Mountain was unusually lively today.

Especially in the Black Wind Cave, hundreds of little demons gathered at the entrance, chattering and making a ruckus.

Within the ethereal, misty mountains, waterfalls and springs cascade everywhere, and amidst the mist, countless pavilions and towers rise and fall in a continuous, undulating expanse.

The scholar in white robes looked solemn. A black bear lay against a pillar, and the surrounding area reeked of a strong fishy smell.

A deep, gruesome wound ran down his left chest, revealing the pulsating internal organs within.

"My brother's injuries are quite serious. He needs to rest and recuperate in the near future and should not use his magic too much."

The scholar in white frowned and said, "When did such a person emerge from Black Wind Mountain?"

It's important to know that the Black Bear Spirit was no small fry; he was a powerful demon king who fought Sun Wukong to a standstill back then.

It's truly baffling that he was injured like this today.

He was ordered by his elder brother to wait here as a scholar in white robes for the chosen one, but unexpectedly, before the chosen one even arrived, he encountered those murderers on the way.

"Brother, don't worry. Although I am badly injured, that bastard will not be having an easy time either." The black bear spirit panted heavily as he transformed into human form. Although his wounds were invisible to the naked eye due to his demonic power, his listless aura could not be concealed.

This world is truly devoid of justice.

After returning from the South China Sea, he felt he had atoned for his sins and stopped committing murder and robbery. He was just waiting for the chosen one to come and retrieve the item, which would be a complete release for him. However, while he was peacefully cultivating on the mountain, a reckless man with a mental problem suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

That guy called himself Lü Bu, Lü Fengxian, and he really thought that King Black Wind was as ignorant as a country bumpkin.

This person was already despicable for hiding his true colors, yet he dared to shout at his door. Even a clay figure has some temper; if he didn't show his power, outsiders would criticize him for being spineless. So he decided to take action and let that madman know what was what.

Unexpectedly, that fellow was incredibly brave and fierce, wielding a halberd with the power of military strategy, exuding a terrifying aura. He fought with him for over a hundred rounds, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Later, when he reverted to his original form, that person also revealed an ability called the True Body of Martial Arts.

He took a blow from his halberd and a spear, neither of which was pleasant. Fortunately, this was his stronghold, so the thief dared not make any rash moves and hastily retreated.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty go to the South Sea and invite the Bodhisattva to come and help?" suggested the scholar in white.

The matter concerning the Mandate of Heaven has gone awry, clearly exceeding his control, and requires the intervention of a person with great supernatural powers.

"Brother, what you're saying is so disloyal. I didn't even ask where you came from, yet you secretly plotted to harm me. Why don't you go find the person behind you?" the black bear spirit said sullenly.

He never wants to return to the Luojia Mountain Buddhist temple in the South China Sea in this lifetime, let alone have to ask Guanyin for help, which would create karma again. He can't even avoid it.

"So be it." The white-robed scholar sighed. His elder brother had been hiding for a long time, how could he reappear so easily? If all else failed, he and the black bear spirit would attack together when that murderous bastard came again. He refused to believe that the two of them could not defeat a Flying General.

"Roar!!!" Just then, a roar suddenly rang out in the valley, causing the black bear spirit's expression to change drastically. Ignoring his own injuries, he transformed into a black wind, picked up his steel fork, and rushed straight into the valley.

The white-robed scholar glanced at the "Seeing Joy" sign at the top of the pagoda, gritted his teeth, and decided not to follow.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the last rays of sunlight faded away, and a crescent moon cast its silvery light across the valley.

Deep in the forest, Elder Jinchi's massive body was bound by red ropes, with copper bells threaded onto the ropes and talismans hanging from them.

Amidst the tinkling sound, the yellow-robed Taoist priest held the peach wood sword upside down, chanting incantations.

As it is said, "In the beginning of the Azure Heaven, a song sang in the vast sky, and the great floating earth was formed. Receiving the teachings of the Primordial Beginning, countless beings of the highest rank were saved. The Primordial Heavenly Venerable will now expound this scripture. He will circulate it ten times to summon beings from the ten directions, and then they will come to his seat. The Heavenly True Great God, the Supreme Saint, the Wondrously Virtuous True Man, and countless others..."

The cinnabar incantation shimmered on the yellow talisman paper. With each incantation recited by the Taoist priest, the cinnabar became brighter, and the spirit bound by the red thread weakened.

Before the sutra of salvation could be recited a few times, a black wind suddenly rushed out from afar, darted around Elder Jinchi a few times, and the Seven Star Nails shattered one after another. Without the Seven Star Nails to suppress it, the red rope naturally had no more suppressive effect. Elder Jinchi broke free with just a little effort, leaped high into the air, and gradually moved away with a series of rumbling sounds until it disappeared into the valley.

"You Taoist priest! How dare you harm my friend!"

Black Wind reformed, transforming into a bald, burly man, pointing his steel fork directly at Uncle Nine, and angrily asked a question.

"Your Majesty must be the Black Wind King of Black Wind Cave in Black Wind Mountain." Uncle Nine cupped his hands in greeting, his words filled with politeness.

After joining the Main God Space, he became involved in various books and film and television works, and Journey to the West was naturally no exception.

I learned about the current dynasty from the farmers at the foot of the mountain. Based on the timeline, it is now nearly five hundred years after the Journey to the West.

Now, seeing the black bear spirit exuding a strong Buddhist power, one knows that it has attained enlightenment from Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Now that you know my name, Your Majesty, why don't you leave immediately?"

Seeing the newcomer's attitude, the black bear spirit softened its tone.

After all, he wasn't stupid. How could he not see that the other party was using the most orthodox Taoist scripture, the "Scripture of Salvation"? With such cultivation and such magic, he guessed that the other party was probably an unparalleled disciple of some family.

He avoids Buddhism like the plague, let alone Taoism, which has the backing of the Heavenly Court.

“Let Your Majesty know that this kind of evil thing, with its vengeful spirit attached to gold, silver, and copper coins, adds to the vitality of the place. If it stays there for a long time, it will not only ruin the feng shui of the treasure mountain, but also damage Your Majesty’s merits.” Uncle Nine explained kindly, but the Black Bear Spirit was furious and said, “Bullshit! I am using the rebirth technique personally taught by the Bodhisattva. Who are you, disciple of some family, daring to slander Buddhist magic?”

It's no wonder he was angry. He had been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures on Mount Luojia for decades, and he had also reluctantly participated in the battle to annihilate Sun Wukong. He had barely survived before Guanyin bestowed upon him the Dharma. For Uncle Jiu to speak like that was simply to negate all his efforts.

What's the difference between this and saying that a one-year master's program is a "watered-down" master's program?
Rebirth rituals? And you call them legitimate? Are you reading proper Buddhist scriptures?
“This…” Uncle Nine hesitated and frowned.

Compared to the Black Bear Spirit's confident assertions, Uncle Nine was genuinely puzzled.

Under the watchful eye of the Dharma, he naturally discerned that what the Black Bear Spirit said was true.

But how can such evil magic have anything to do with Buddhism?
"Taoist, I have no time to chat with you now. Go down the mountain on your own and do not set foot in Black Wind Mountain again."

Suppressing his anger, the black bear spirit turned and chased after the departing ghost.

Originally a spirit born from the three thoughts of greed, anger, and ignorance, it must draw upon life force to recover after suffering such severe injuries. However, the thousands of demons on the mountain are all his own men. Although Elder Jinchi is his close friend, he cannot just stand by and watch the other party slaughter his own little demons.

At worst, we can catch a few lesser demons from the neighboring mountain, extract their spiritual essence, and replenish their strength.

Roar!
Another roar erupted, and the earth shook.

Starting from afar, rows of trees fell, the earth trembled violently, leaves flew everywhere, birds cried out in alarm and took flight, and wild beasts fled in panic.

"Damn it! It's that bastard Lü Bu!" The black bear spirit cursed inwardly. Jin Chi was really unlucky. Black Wind Mountain was so big, why did it have to run in the direction of that guy Lü Bu? With Lü Bu's abilities, Jin Chi probably wouldn't be able to save him today!
Amidst the towering mountains, Elder Jinchi's dark eyes were filled with an aura of violence and madness.

He tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the direction where the void trembled. A crimson streak of light instantly pierced through the sky, carrying the sound of rolling wind and thunder, and fell straight down, the rolling hurricane it stirred up covering the entire hundred-mile void.

In an instant, Elder Jinchi, who had been struck, rolled around among the mountains, his bones and muscles throbbing as if they were exploding in rapid succession, and his blood gushing out.

"A mere evil creature dares to come and cause me trouble? Die, you bastard!"

Amidst the gushing sea of ​​blood, a fierce, crimson figure, exuding an aura of slaughter, strode out, laughing wildly.

The halberd was raised high, and a sea of ​​blood, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, fell and hung in the sky.

"Stop killing the embryo!"

The black bear spirit's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but the two were evenly matched in cultivation. With Lü Bu making the first move, how could he possibly stop Lü Bu? He could only watch helplessly as Elder Jinchi was reduced to ashes under the crushing force of the sea of ​​blood.

At the same moment, Lü Bu also discovered the Black Bear Demon. He smirked. Earlier on the mountain, there was another powerful aura hidden there. He was wary of that person and could not go all out. Now that person was not there, he could finish the fight with this bear that had been hastily ended and was not satisfied.

"Eat one of my spears!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, Lu Bu's body surged with waves of blood, pressing down like a curtain.

"You think you can scare me, you little devil!"

The black bear spirit roared, its eyes blazing with flames and its demonic aura soaring to the sky. It revealed its true form as a black bear, its demonic energy surging, and raised its steel fork to meet the attack.

The steel fork collided with the halberd, creating rolling ripples that spread outwards. The turbulent waves shook the endless earth, transforming into countless long dragons that soared into the sky, annihilating the endless sea of ​​blood.

Dangdangdang!

As the battle reached its climax, Lu Bu, with no restraint, unleashed his full martial arts and divine power. The man and the bear fought from the sky to the ground, piercing through the void and tearing through the heavens. The sound waves rolled and the aftershocks spread in layers, almost destroying the entire mountain range.

Just as Lü Bu raised his halberd, ready to fight the Black Bear Spirit to the death, a peach wood sword blocked their way.

"Lin Fengjiao? What do you want to do?"

Lu Bu glanced at Uncle Nine. Unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to provoke this Maoshan Taoist who wasn't very strong but had a powerful background.

After all, among those reincarnators from China, those who had been to the zombie world, which one hadn't received a favor from this guy?

Those arrogant guys with their chins practically pointing to the sky called Lin Fengjiao "Uncle Nine" all the time; offending this guy was basically making an enemy of all Chinese reincarnators.

(End of this chapter)