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

Chapter 6: Meet Again in Tushita Palace

"Ziwei, you are forcing me to take action!" Bodhi Patriarch's voice was indifferent, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Although his original body is in harmony with the heaven, he is ultimately an incarnation of a saint, and now he is also a perfect quasi-saint.

Even though Emperor Ziwei was blessed with some merits after the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods, he was still only in the middle stage of Quasi-Saint.

Now that the catastrophe has begun, even if Emperor Ziwei wants to get a piece of the pie, it depends on whether he is qualified.

The murderous intent in Patriarch Bodhi's eyes evolved, as vast as the starry sky, and the falling objects were actually meteorites!

The Emperor of Ziwei himself fell into the vast void. The surroundings were so quiet that even the air seemed to be non-existent. When he looked up, he saw huge balls of light falling towards him.

"What a ruthless method! Such a powerful mental force is worthy of being able to establish the power of China."

The Emperor of Ziwei clasped his hands together, and vast magical power surged out of his body, covering his entire body.

hum!
The space rippled at that moment, and Ziwei Emperor regained consciousness. As far as his eyes could see, Bodhi Patriarch had already landed in front of him, and the swastika in his hand was shining with golden light and fell towards Ziwei Emperor's brow.

"I see that fellow Daoist and I have a connection in the West! Why not become my disciple? I will lead you out of the land of destruction."

The plain voice carries an endless power of bewitching. If the Emperor Ziwei is immersed in an illusion, this voice that seems to save the world will surely become his life-saving straw.

Unfortunately, the Emperor Ziwei had already regained his senses. He tilted his head slightly to avoid the palm strike, then punched Patriarch Bodhi.

"Damn it!"

Patriarch Bodhi pressed his hands downward.

"I have the power of a country and I offer it to the Great Emperor. I hope the Great Emperor can help those in need."

In an instant, cities evolved under his palms, with countless ascetic monks kneeling on the ground chanting scriptures.

That kind of overwhelming power of vows is terrifying.

The Emperor of Ziwei did not dare to be arrogant. He stepped back slightly.

"As a nation, please have mercy on us, Great Emperor."

Patriarch Bodhi put his hands together, and the cities evolved from the phantoms all turned into ashes, as did all the ascetic monks. For a moment, blood and energy covered the place.

The smell of blood filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

Just as Ziwei Emperor was about to land, he realized something was wrong.

Pool of blood.

At some unknown time, a pool of blood appeared under the body of Emperor Ziwei.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Karma is cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. Please, Great Emperor, avenge the lives of my believers!"

Wow!
Countless white skeletons appeared in the blood pool, crying out for their lives, and grabbed at the Purple Star Emperor.

industry!
If there is even a little bit of karma of killing, the divinity of Emperor Ziwei will be polluted. Patriarch Bodhi has such cruel means.

"You talk a lot about benevolence and mercy, but you're only using despicable tactics. Broken Army."

Suddenly, golden light emerged from the feet of Ziwei Emperor and turned into a disc, allowing him to stand. Then, a powerful voice sounded, carrying an unstoppable and domineering aura.

"The Big Dipper is boundless, it clears the clouds and reveals the sun. It points to the sword that breaks the army. It repays kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge!"

I saw a man flying out from the blood pool holding a silver spear. He looked even more domineering in his silver armor, and his eyes were glaring at Patriarch Bodhi.

"A little bit of cold light arrives first!"

Under Pojun's silver spear, a little light fell on the center of Bodhi Patriarch's eyebrows.

As the light fell, Pojun Star Lord had arrived in front of Bodhi Patriarch.

Facing the spear, there was no fear in Bodhi Patriarch's eyes, because Pojun Star Lord had turned into star points and completely dissipated.

Patriarch Bodhi sighed.

"The spear is used as a guide, just as a mark? What a trick to divert trouble!"

As if in response to Patriarch Bodhi's words, the white skeletons in the blood pool completely abandoned Emperor Ziwei and instead gathered around Patriarch Bodhi.

Its power was even greater than before. All I could see were white skeletons clustered together and rolling, faintly forming a dragon's spine.

"Give me back my life!" The moment the dragon head was formed, a pool of blood covered it. A bloody bone dragon, howling and roaring, with endless resentment and unwillingness, pounced on Patriarch Bodhi.

"Evil beasts, you have received my grace and blessings, yet now you dare to retaliate? Destroy!"

Patriarch Bodhi snorted coldly, and in an instant the bone dragon turned into blood foam, and it seemed as if a bloody rain had fallen here.

In the blood curtain, Patriarch Bodhi looked at Emperor Ziwei with an even colder gaze.

"Emperor Ziwei, you have caused me to lose the believers of an entire country."

"Oh? Really? Just now, when the ancestor called them evil beasts, I thought they were just livestock in your pen!"

"How dare you!" Patriarch Bodhi had an extra branch in his hand.

"Release the mountain-sealing formation now, and I won't mind you causing me to lose the strength of an entire nation. Otherwise, we'll have to fight to the death."

There is immense power hidden in the branch in Patriarch Bodhi’s hand.

The moment the branch appeared, the blood rain here turned into pure water vapor, and the air was filled with a faint breath of life, making people feel comfortable.

Just one glance can make your mind clear, and everything in the world seems to be able to be explained clearly.

Daoyun!

The Emperor of Ziwei narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this branch was the natal magic weapon of Patriarch Bodhi.

"Xuantian Immortal, this karma is not easy to repay!"

The moment Patriarch Bodhi took out the branch, Ye Xuantian felt something vaguely.

"It's really not easy to separate the cause and effect from the hands of a saint. The two saints have always been interdependent. If Zhunti's clone really uses his life-saving spiritual weapon, I'm afraid that the one in Futu Mountain will not sit idly by!"

Sensing the Dao Yuan in his body, Ye Xuantian no longer hesitated. He had to obtain this merit of the kalpa.

Immediately his mind moved slightly, and his thoughts went straight to heaven.

With the protection of the Meritorious Dao Yuan, the Heavenly Palace's great formation did not react too much. The Four Heavenly Kings only took a look and thought it was just an ordinary deity entering and leaving.

When Ye Xuantian's spiritual thoughts condensed, he had already appeared in front of the gate of Tushita Palace.

The medicinal fragrance here is strong and the power of Hunyuan is endless. If a mortal is here and takes a few breaths, his life span will be greatly increased.

Ye Xuantian had just stood still when a man walked out from inside. He had a broad waist and was three meters tall. As soon as he appeared, he captured everyone's attention and they couldn't look away, as if he was the only one.

With long fluttering beard, holding a whisk in his hand, wearing a black silk robe that flutters in the wind, and wearing flowery pleated boots, he looks heroic and has the air of an immortal.

"Fellow Daoist, there was no news at all during the Conferred God Tribulation. I thought you had already ascended to heaven!"

"Saint, you really want me to die. We haven't seen each other for so many years, but you don't even say anything nice when you speak to me!" Ye Xuantian shook his head helplessly.

"Hahaha!" Taishang Laojun laughed loudly. It had been a long time since he spoke so casually. Because of the Conferred God Tribulation, the old friends had schemed against each other and there was not much friendship left.

Ye Xuantian rose from the human race in the early days of the prehistoric times. When he was in obscurity, he had some interactions with everyone. He could not be called a friend, but he still had some goodwill towards them because he did not participate in the Conferred God Tribulation.

"I'm no saint, so just call me Laojun. Now my junior fellow apprentice has gained power and is in high heaven.

Emperor Haotian upholds the laws of Heaven and commands the three realms. The Western Buddha is owed a debt by Heaven, and Heaven will make up for the cause and effect. In the future, the Buddha will surely compete with Heaven.

Compared to them, my clone is a little older, but useless. Now I can only make medicine to make a living and avoid offending others."

"Laojun's words are modest. Now that the catastrophe has begun again, Laojun's mediation is still needed, otherwise the West may dominate!"

"Fellow Daoist Xuantian, I'm afraid your words will displease the Heavenly Dao. I dare not say such words again."

"When the Way of Heaven is complete, the Way of Earth and the Way of Man will no longer have the possibility of rising. Is Laojun really going to sit back and watch this happen?"

"Cause and effect are determined, and the three realms have their own laws. This is not something that a quasi-saint in the Dharma-Ending Age can do. The human race is destined to become the nourishment of immortals and gods, and only a saint can change the trend!" Taishang Laojun walked inside.

"If you are here for this matter, I will have to see you off."

Ye Xuantian did not leave, but followed closely behind, pondered for a while and said.

"Then please help me become a saint and open up another path for the human race."

　The image of Bodhi Patriarch here has been changed due to the setting of the ancient Zhunti clone. He may not be as casual and comfortable as the Bodhi Patriarch in the original work. Please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)