I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 142 The Mosquito-Sending Taoist
The murderous intent in Lu Ya Dao Ren's words was chilling and seemed genuine, so Mosquito Dao Ren finally calmed down.

"So from the very beginning, you and Ye Xuantian never thought I would be killed by you, right?"

"You are, after all, a Mosquito Daoist. Who would dare to look down on you? There's no point in saying more. If you commit suicide now, you can suffer less."

"What about Jin Chanzi's physical body? Are you really going to abandon it?" Mosquito Taoist said coldly.

"Guess why what was supposed to be your presiding over the Water and Land Assembly before bestowing upon you the cassock and staff turned into an invitation to the palace," Lu Ya Daoist said coldly.

Behind the screen, Li Shimin glanced at Xiao Yu, whose face was full of innocence.

"Hmph! First kill the twenty-four ministers, then sever the foundation of the Tang Dynasty." Knowing that things were going to get difficult today, Mosquito Taoist swung his staff and smashed it heavily at Qin Qiong.

"Guess why I've been talking to you for so long."

Lu Ya looked confident of victory. Anyone would tremble at the sight of the Quasi-Saint Perfection Mosquito Daoist, after all, he was someone even Saints dared to provoke. But Lu Ya was not afraid of a mere early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Qin Qiong transformed into a scarecrow, holding the nine-ringed staff in his arms. Straws seemed to come alive, wrapping around him.

"break!"

With a fierce shout, Mosquito Taoist caused blood to spread across his nine-ringed staff. The moment the crimson blood appeared, the straw seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound, and was swallowed up by the blood in an instant.

Mosquito Taoist turned around to look at Lu Ya, but Lu Ya had already disappeared without a trace. The surrounding environment was no longer the palace, but rather an endless rice field.

In the rice paddy, a scarecrow stood silently, but its eyes were fixed on the Mosquito Taoist.

The scarecrow seemed to sense the mosquito Taoist's gaze, and immediately with a snap, its head fell off. The mosquito Taoist unconsciously looked in the direction where the head had fallen, and then his head also fell off, fell off!

The fallen straw head met the head of the mosquito Taoist. At that moment, the mosquito Taoist felt a great fear, because he had lost all five senses and was like a scarecrow without feelings.

At this moment, the scarecrow slowly squatted down, and the mosquito Taoist clearly saw that his own body also squatted down, and then his hands went straight into his own eyes.

Ah!
Mosquito Taoist let out a heart-wrenching scream, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, yet he was powerless to do anything. Although he had lost all five senses, this bizarre scene still shattered his psychological defenses.

As that shout fell, his head and his body turned into blood. The pool of blood slowly merged and finally transformed back into Xuanzang's physical body.

Gudong!

He subconsciously swallowed.

Looking at the scene in the distance where two fingers are inserted into the scarecrow's eyes.

"The Seven Arrows of Nailhead!" the Mosquito Taoist murmured.

Seeing that Mosquito Daoist had actually come back to life, Lu Ya couldn't help but scratch his head: "You're not dead! You're actually not dead? Last time I left your blood and specially cast a curse on you. It's been eighty-one days now, why aren't you dead?"

"Because I am now Xuanzang!" Mosquito Taoist roared, and the next second he appeared in front of Lu Ya, opening his huge mouth, a massive mouthpart aimed straight at Lu Ya's carotid artery.

"Retreat!" Lu Ya retreated at lightning speed, with one scarecrow after another blocking his way.

Having finally escaped the illusion created by the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, Mosquito Taoist was unwilling to let Lu Ya leave. He rushed towards Lu Ya at an even faster speed. The scarecrow in front of him served no purpose other than to block Mosquito Taoist's view.

Its mouthparts resembled a sickle for cutting grass, and all the scarecrows that touched them turned to ashes.

Mosquito Taoist was so fast that Lu Ya didn't even realize what was happening until his proboscis pierced his neck.

laugh!
The sound of tearing cloth rang out, and Mosquito Daoist used his mouthparts as a point of entry, passing right through Lu Ya's body.

Mosquito Taoist stopped and looked back in disbelief at the shattered Lu Ya.

"Huh? Is he dead?"

Looking at Lu Ya's body, Mosquito Daoist didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

As if in response to Mosquito Taoist's words, Lu Ya's body began to turn into straw and fall off little by little.

As Mosquito Taoist watched Lu Ya's blood on his body gradually turn into grass dust, he thought to himself, "This is bad." He immediately exerted force with his feet and tried to rise into the air.

"It's too late! You're too slippery. If I can't get you into a straw trap, it'll be really hard to kill you!"

As Lu Ya appeared before Mosquito Daoist, the grass dust on Mosquito Daoist's body turned into a viscous liquid similar to grass pulp, sticking Mosquito Daoist firmly to the straw.

"Lu Ya, you are unworthy of being a Quasi-Saint at the peak of your cultivation. Is this the only despicable method you can use?" Mosquito Daoist shouted angrily.

Lu Ya sneered, "So you know I'm a Quasi-Saint at the peak of perfection? Then why are you still going to fight me head-on with your cultivation at the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal? Do you even take me, a Quasi-Saint at the peak of perfection, seriously?"

Lu Ya held his sword finger horizontally in front of his chest and said coldly, "Knot the rope!"

As soon as the voice fell, straws grew rapidly on the straw pulp, transforming into straw figures. However, these straw figures were all upside down, with their heads down and feet in the air.

Moreover, with the appearance of upside-down scarecrows on the straw slurry, the entire rice paddy here began to automatically solidify into the shape of scarecrows.

The scarecrows outside the straw paddy field were all normal, but the scarecrows on the periphery appeared too quickly; in the blink of an eye, the entire rice paddy was filled with scarecrows.

Mosquito Taoist seemed to know what Lu Ya was going to do, so he stopped struggling and let the grass pulp bind him to the ground. Just as the grass pulp was about to drag Mosquito Taoist into the ground, Mosquito Taoist began to chant scriptures.

At almost the same time, the robe on Mosquito Taoist's body began to glow, but there were too many scarecrows, so the light was obscured.

Finally, the entire rice paddy was transformed into the shape of a scarecrow.

Lu Ya immediately made a hand seal and said coldly, "Send them to their funeral!"

Immediately, the scarecrows around the straw pulp jumped up and then rammed their heads into the straw pulp.

hum!
A scarecrow, upside down, appeared on top of the straw pulp.

As the first scarecrow jumped up and plunged in, all the scarecrows around it jumped up and plunged into the straw pulp.

In the blink of an eye, countless scarecrows gathered on the straw pulp, like candied hawthorns stuck into a piece of foam.

“A scarecrow is a curse. No matter how much life force this body holds, you are doomed to die.” Lu Ya’s voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that the funeral procession had taken a heavy toll on him.

Just as Lu Ya was about to turn around, a series of Buddhist chants suddenly came from behind him.

When practicing the profound Prajnaparamita...

"not good!"

Lu Ya looked at the densely packed scarecrows and immediately made a hand seal. Scarecrow hands emerged from the ground, firmly grasping the bodies of the scarecrows, as if reinforcing them.

break!
Suddenly a loud shout rang out, and the scarecrows exploded with a bang.

As straw rained down, Lu Ya's face grew solemn. His scarecrow funeral was bound by the earth as a prison; ordinary forces, let alone breaking through it, would probably have already entered the cycle of reincarnation.

But now, Mosquito Taoist has broken through in the simplest and most violent way. How is this possible? The Seven Arrows of Nailhead Book has cast eighty-one curses, so Mosquito Taoist should have no chance of breaking free while sealed.

unless--

Lu Ya seemed to have thought of something and immediately retreated.

boom!
The nine-ringed staff that was smashed out of the void was covered in blood, exuding a terrifying aura.

At this moment, Mosquito Taoist held a nine-ringed staff, and his kasaya shone with dazzling golden light, exuding a vast Buddhist aura that blocked all corrosive forces.

"The Styx Ancestor actually has other causal weapons!"

Lu Ya finally remembered what Li Shimin had said in the main hall earlier: this brocade cassock will not fall into depravity or reincarnation!
Yes, only in this way can the Mosquito Taoist break the curse that led to his funeral.

“Lu Ya, although my cultivation is inferior to yours, as long as I have these two treasures, you cannot kill me today. Release your domain and let me leave.”

Mosquito Taoist pointed his nine-ringed staff directly at Lu Ya, his face full of smugness.

"This brocade cassock can continuously provide me with Blood River clones, and the power from its master can isolate me from the pressure of a Quasi-Saint at the peak of perfection. In this way, as long as I move around properly, I can always save my life."

"Logically speaking, my cultivation level far surpasses yours, so you shouldn't have resisted for so long. This makes it difficult for me to explain to Fellow Daoist Xuantian!"

Lu Ya stretched out his hand, and countless straws condensed into a long sword in his hand. The long sword pointed at Mosquito Daoist: "So, Xuan Tian probably didn't expect me to restrain you. Then I'll use you to practice."

As Lu Ya spoke, he drew a semicircle in front of him with his longsword. Instantly, cracks appeared in the void, and the longsword transformed into ropes that wrapped around the edges of the cracks, securing this spatial gate. Dongfang Shuo peeked out from the other side of the crack.

"Uncle-Master, did you call me?"

Almost as soon as Dongfang Shuo finished speaking, Lu Ya pulled him over.

"You keep him occupied!"

Dongfang Shuo stared at Mosquito Daoist for a moment, because he was not very familiar with Xuanzang's physical body. Just as he was about to ask a question, his expression changed drastically, and a peach appeared in his hand.

"The remnants of the Asura lineage dare to act so presumptuously!"

Dongfang Shuo put the peach in his mouth, and a green sword appeared in his hand: "Dongfang Shuo of the Xuantian Sect, I beg you to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Shuo rushed forward.

"You brat, how dare you spout such nonsense? I'd like to see just how capable you are."

We won't go into detail about the fight between Mosquito Taoist and Dongfang Shuo, but let's just say that Lu Ya lay on the branch, occasionally throwing out a little magic to resolve Dongfang Shuo's crisis.

"What exactly does Xuan Tian mean by this? If it weren't for the brocade cassock and the nine-ringed staff, I would have killed him long ago. Why insist on having the Mosquito Taoist, who was bestowed by the Tang King, fight him again? Why are you making me stay here? What is your purpose?"

On another note, back in the palace, looking at Liu Quan lying on his bed, Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh, "He is truly a brave warrior. Even if I were in his position at the time, I might not have had the courage to stop that attack."

"Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune; Liu Quan's death can be considered a fitting end," Xiao Yu said.

“My lord, tell me, did you know beforehand that the deity would appear?”
Li Shimin's face was serious, which was understandable, since the conversation between Lu Ya and Mosquito Daoist just now made it seem as if the treasures they bestowed today were part of Ye Xuantian's plan.

"Your Majesty, if His Majesty truly had any instructions, he would have given them directly to you. Why would he have bypassed you? I genuinely knew nothing about this matter."

Xiao Yu's face was full of bitterness. Whether he accepted the instructions or not, he really couldn't explain this matter, after all, everything that was happening now was too coincidental.

"Very well, I believe you! Liu Quan died for me, so give him a proper burial."

Just then, Wei Zheng stepped forward and checked Liu Quan's pulse at the neck, then shook his head: "Your Majesty, he is not quite dead yet! His body is still warm and has a faint pulse. I suspect his current condition is similar to that of Your Majesty back then. Perhaps we should wait a while?"

Li Shimin frowned slightly. Liu Quan was a substitute he had chosen on a whim—no, a warrior he had found on a whim. His life and death were not important to him.

But Wei Zheng's claim that Liu Quan survived the blow from the Nine-Ringed Staff piqued his curiosity.

Li Shimin immediately stepped forward and checked Liu Quan's pulse, and his expression turned even more grim.

"Xiao Yu, you must tell me honestly whether you received instructions from the Sage. This is a matter of life and death!"

Li Shimin actually called Xiao Yu by his full name, which startled Xiao Yu so much that he immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, this humble subject dares not conceal anything, I truly have not received any revelation!"

"Then who exactly is he? How was he able to fake his death? Could it be that the previous Master Xuanzang was just an ordinary person, and we were mistaken?"

Xiao Yu was at a loss for words; he didn't know why it was such a coincidence.

As for the Netherworld, it is said that when Liu Quan entered the underworld, countless wandering souls wanted to approach him, but they were all obliterated by the evil aura surrounding him.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Judge Cui felt a little uneasy today, so he went out of the Yama Palace for a walk and saw Liu Quan seemingly holding something in front of his chest, walking forward unconsciously.

"Who are you? Why have you descended to the mortal realm?" Judge Cui's voice, wielding his magic, finally brought Liu Quan back to his senses. He looked coldly at Judge Cui.

That look was icy cold to the extreme.

"wrong!"

Judge Cui was a man who had experienced a great deal in recent days, and he immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Immediately, the judge's pen appeared in his hand and touched Liu Quan's body.

hum!
Suddenly, the shape of a nine-ringed tin staff appeared where Liu Quan was holding his hands.

"Huh? What is this?"

Liu Quan finally spoke up: "By order of the Sage, we are sending Mosquito Taoist to the Ksitigarbha Temple!"

"Come with me!" Judge Cui immediately understood and led Liu Quan toward the Ksitigarbha Temple.

At this moment, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had a sudden realization during his practice and opened his eyes.

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

(End of this chapter)