Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 193 Return from the Journey to the West
The Tianxian Hall stands in the eastern corner of the ninth heaven.

From a distance, it resembles a floating glass seal, entirely composed of celestial jade, its luster so bright it reflects light and never dims, day or night.

Up close, it stands eight hundred feet tall, its eaves resembling a golden dragon spreading its wings, and its ridge like a phoenix coiling in hiding.

The hall was paved with white cloud-patterned gold bricks, and the four walls were engraved with three volumes of Buddhist scriptures: "The Jade Emperor's Code," "The Law of Heavenly Retribution," and "The Canon of the Three Realms," listing entries from all the heavens, each word shining brightly and leaving no room for argument.

Whenever the Heavenly Laws are altered, the old characters are melted down into a new script and engraved on the imperial pages. The decrees will immediately reach the Three Realms, and no god or spirit may disobey them.

At this moment, the sounds of bells and drums resonated, and celestial music drifted in the air.

Seventy percent of the seven hundred and twenty-nine seats for celestial beings surrounding the deliberation platform in the hall were already occupied.

The last time so many celestial beings personally attended the meeting in heaven was five hundred years ago, when the "death penalty" in the Heavenly Punishment Law was to be significantly amended.

This echoes the five-star general's words—"...it also stinks."

Although the attendees were all powerful immortals, including many deities with flourishing incense offerings in the mortal realm, the atmosphere was no different from before the meeting on Xuanci's home planet.

Some whispered amongst themselves, others discussed business, and still others wandered around trying to become acquainted with each other.

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However, the most discussed topics were still the news about "the massacre at Baozhuang Temple and the disappearance of Tang Xuanci and his disciples".

"Now the entire southeastern region of Niuhezhou is in complete chaos. The Buddhist sect is frantic, searching everywhere for Tang Sanzang and his disciples."

"Unexpectedly, the Daoist sect had no chance to make a move in the Southern Continent, but was able to strike hard in the heart of the Western Continent."

"How do you know this was done by the Taoist sect? From what I understand, they were also quite surprised by it."

"Of course they won't admit it. If it wasn't the Taoist sect's doing, did Tang Sanzang run away on his own? Sun Wukong was already controlled by the Buddha with his magic weapon. Wu Neng and Wu Jing were sent by the Buddhist sect to escort him. Even if that monk had superhuman strength, he was only comparable to a newly transformed demon. What difference was there between him and a mortal?"

"If the rumors from the Western Paradise are true, and Tang Xuanci has fallen into the hands of the Daoist sect, the Three Realms will likely be thrown into chaos. Do you remember, five hundred years ago, after the peaches of immortality and golden pills were destroyed and the Buddha subdued the demon monkey, what title was established for the assembly of immortals?"

"Antian Conference...that's a double entendre."

After a short while, the Six Star Lords, the Four Heavenly Emperors, Guanyin of the South Sea, the Demon-Subduing Ancestor of the North, the Eastern Emperor of the East, and the Jade Emperor, the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Supreme God of the Mysterious Vault, all arrived in the hall.

The Buddha and the Taoist Ancestor were in perfect harmony; despite being the main protagonists in this game, they didn't even show their faces.

Guanyin remains both Buddha and sensual, her ever-smiling expression unchanged throughout the ages.

However, when she glanced at the number of people from all sides and noticed that the seat for the Old Mother of Lishan was empty, her watery eyes seemed to ripple.

She suddenly recalled the doubts that had arisen in her heart when she met Tang Xuanci in Chang'an. At that time, she had even gone to the Western Paradise to confirm with the Buddha—

Is it possible that Xuan Ci is Jin Chan?

But the Buddha told her with absolute certainty—

The cicada is dead.

At that moment, a proclamation was heard, and the restrictions on the main hall were activated.

Any immortal who cannot attend the ceremony in person will be considered to have abstained from voting, regardless of the content of the vote.

As the temple doors began to close, Guanyin Bodhisattva turned and gave the following instructions:
"Muzha, get out of here immediately."

"Order men to investigate the whereabouts of the Old Mother of Lishan and prevent her from approaching Chang'an."

"Have someone warn Emperor Taizong that he must not leave the palace even for a moment in the near future, and under no circumstances should he utter my incantation."

Muzha couldn't understand the meaning behind this at all, but he didn't ask. He immediately accepted the order and rushed out of the palace gate that was about to be closed, attracting the attention of all the immortals.

at the same time.

In the misty drizzle, the first rays of July sunshine illuminated Chang'an.

The morning drums sounded three thousand times, and all the gates of the market and the four city gates were opened. The half-building located outside the Golden Light Gate also began to continue its construction.

This building is named Wangjing Tower. It was commissioned by Emperor Taizong of Tang (Li Shimin) after his younger brother passed away last year. He ordered officials from the Ministry of Works to begin its construction.

It fully expresses the sage's sincere faith in Buddhism and also conveys his longing for his younger brother's return every day!
As the saying goes, what you keep in mind will eventually come to pass.

As the sun rose and the rain fell, a monk, dressed in a kasaya and wearing a straw hat, leading a fine horse and carrying several carts laden with scriptures, returned.

Slowing down slightly to look at the Wangjing Tower, the monk quickly led the horse, guiding the mule cart behind it, to the city gate.

He was none other than Tang Xuanci; the horse was still Sa Lu Zi.

Just~
One had been so frightened at Yaoling that he had lost a lot of weight; the other, gazing at the majestic city tower, recalled his first visit to Chang'an, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

The carved railings and jade steps still remain, but the youthful faces have faded. How much sorrow can one have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Tang Xuanci was travel-worn and his carriage was simple, but instead of entering the city through the side gates like ordinary merchants, he headed straight for the main gate, the city guard immediately led his men to block his way and demanded an explanation:

"What do you do for a living? Is this your first time in Chang'an?"

Tang Xuanci remained silent, walked up to them and stopped, then directly removed the veil from his head, instantly startling all the soldiers and generals.

Ah this?

The Beauty Queen? The Holy Monk?

The holy monk has actually returned from his pilgrimage!?

A moment later, a lieutenant general from the Southern Army rushed down from the city wall. He didn't even dare to open an umbrella. He stared intently at Shen Yan in the pouring rain, then immediately bowed in a trembling voice. He then led Tang Xuanci and his carriage to the city gate to take shelter from the rain.

Due to the Xuanwu Gate Incident and the spread of firearms technology, the checks for entering Chang'an are now a billion times stricter than before.

The lieutenant general looked at the several mule carts, hesitated for a moment, and then asked hesitantly:

"Holy monk, may I ask what these carts are carrying?"

Tang Xuanci raised his hand and lifted a corner of the tarpaulin covering a nearby carriage, revealing a layer of scriptures.

Ah this?

Did they really bring back the scriptures from the Western Paradise? There are so many!

But it feels a bit... strange. Why are such precious scriptures piled up in such a mess? It seems like there's something else covering them underneath.

The general clearly saw that a section of cold, hard steel pipe lay horizontally between the gaps of several scriptures, just like the kind of AK47 that the Beauty Queen used when she killed the two traitors, Qin Wei and Qin Wei, to protect her!

He was a survivor of that "massacre," so he was deeply impressed.

At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder, could there be guns hidden under these scriptures?

Just as he was feeling alarmed and hesitant about whether to continue the examination, Tang Xuanci suddenly said:

"Now that you have seen the true scriptures, why not worship them?"

His tone was calm, but his murderous intent was palpable!

The general was so frightened that his courage trembled, his knees buckled, and he immediately led all his soldiers to kneel down on the ground.

Soon, the city gates opened wide, and Tang Xuanci headed straight for Pingkang Ward, walking at a leisurely pace.

He knew in his heart that the gods and immortals of land, sea and air had already been alarmed when they entered the area surrounding the city's eight waterways.

There isn't much time left for him.

However, directly attacking the enemy's capital is too exciting and too purposeful, and could easily be used as a pretext for intervention by the City God Temple.

Therefore, the timing must be carefully controlled. One must act like an ordinary person, while also giving the Buddhists just the right amount of time to react, so that they can exert restraint within the City God Temple.

Pingkang Lane in the morning is like a beautiful woman who is exhausted. Although she has fallen into a deep sleep, countless traces can be seen from how happy and extravagant she was last night.

Because so much garbage is generated here every night, a very scientific garbage disposal system has long been established in the area.

There is a garbage transfer station outside the Black Gold Han Shopping Center.

Tang Xuanci suddenly stopped here, his gaze fixed on a wet, wriggling figure in the garbage heap from a distance.

It was a cat, lame, with a festering wound on its head, struggling to find food and trying to survive.

Even though the cat was emaciated and its fur was bald and black, Tang Xuanci could recognize it by a single remaining collar cord. It was the silver-haired cat that Chen Xiaoke had raised in her arms since it was a kitten.

When it left Chang'an, it was still well cared for in the manor behind Black Gold Han.

Tang Xuanci smiled.

Unexpectedly, after only a year, not only was most of the business left to the Yin family divided up by outsiders using various methods, but even the cats in their own courtyard had run to the garbage dump.

No, how dare these people do that?
Do you really think I've gone to the Western Paradise?!
(End of this chapter)