Jackie Chan Adventures: I have everything I need now

Inside the Moon Palace.

Shen Du's words stunned Tongtian, who remained speechless for a long time.

Yes, why not unite?

The Three Pure Ones were originally transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, sharing the same origin and inheriting the supreme Dao of the Great God Pangu. If the three were to unite as one, they would surely recreate the unparalleled glory of the Great God Pangu in the past, and might even be able to glimpse the legendary realm of the Great Dao.

For countless eons, the three brothers had never thought, or rather, never dared to think, about merging their three inheritances into one.

There seems to be some kind of taboo in the dark, an invisible shackle binding them.

Shen Du stared calmly at Tongtian, not in a hurry to ask any questions, but simply waited quietly.

Nuwa, standing to the side, also had a flicker in her eyes. Even the gods didn't say it, and she herself wasn't quite sure whether the Three Pure Ones had inherited the question of unity.

The main hall was completely silent.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, who once dared to set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation by himself to fight against the Four Saints, now showed a rare look of bewilderment on his face.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with confusion. "Brother Shen Du, this humble Daoist cannot explain this matter either."

After a long while, Tongtian spoke again, “Since we, the Three Pure Ones, took human form, we have each taken charge of a lineage, as if it were our birthright.”

“We have tried to exchange our insights, but whenever we are about to get to the core and integrate the three inheritances, a tremor will come from the depths of our primordial spirit.”

“A great terror originating from the Heavenly Dao seems to be warning us, the Three Pure Ones, that this is an act against Heaven, and if we force it, there will surely be great disaster.”

"A warning from Heaven?"

Shen Du raised an eyebrow slightly, then said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, now that you three Pure Ones have united, you are powerful enough to sweep across the entire prehistoric world. There is no need to worry about the warnings from the Heavenly Dao."

"Why not try combining the three inheritances? What would that reveal?"

It seems that in the past, the Heavenly Way did not allow Pangu's complete legacy to reappear in the world.

When the great god Pangu created the world, his power had already exceeded the limits that the Heavenly Dao could contain.

If the Three Pure Ones were to unite as one and recreate the divine power of Pangu, the heavens of this primordial world would likely change once again.

"I understand."

Tongtian nodded, as if he had grasped the meaning of Shen Du's words.

After much deliberation, Tongtian still felt that this matter could not be resolved by him alone, so he said, "This matter is of great importance. I will discuss it carefully with my elder and second elder brothers."

"Thank you for reminding me of this, fellow Daoist."

"It's alright, fellow Daoist, please feel free to do as you please."

Shen Du said calmly.

Tongtian said no more, his figure transformed into a streak of azure sword light, instantly tearing through the void and disappearing into the Guanghan Palace.

After Tongtian left, Nuwa looked towards Shendu with her eyes and said softly, "Brother Dao, it seems that the Pangu inheritance has some unspeakable secrets!"

"What secrets are too shameful to be revealed? When the Three Pure Ones unite and Pangu reappears, what secrets are they that cannot be shown to the world?!"

"With a single axe strike, the Great God Pangu could slay three thousand Chaos Demons. What secrets are there? Under the power of force to break all laws, they are nothing but illusions!"

Upon hearing this, Shendu slowly spoke.

"Brother Dao is right!" Nuwa nodded upon hearing this.

Then, Shen Du heard Chang Xi's words and looked at Nuwa, who was unwilling to leave, saying, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I will not keep you in my Guanghan Palace any longer."

"If that's the case, I'll take my leave now."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa replied and carefully put the ball of light containing Pangu's inheritance into her body.

After doing all this, Nuwa transformed into specks of rosy light and disappeared into the Moon Palace.

The vast hall was once again empty, with only Shen Du remaining.

He toyed with the celestial inheritance orb in his hand, his gaze deep and penetrating through endless time and space, looking towards the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace.

It's against the will of Heaven; that's interesting.

The Three Pure Ones are all currently Great Golden Immortals of Hunyuan, with Yuanshi Laozi possessing the Heavenly Dao Saintly Position, but he poses no threat to them now.

Once the Heavenly Dao Saintly Position is severed, it simply means falling one level of cultivation, but one is still at the level of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

If Heaven truly does not want the innate inheritances of the Three Pure Ones to be united, it will inevitably intervene to stop it.

That will be interesting. Whether we can witness the reappearance of Pangu's primordial spirit depends on whether the Heavenly Dao will be supportive.

……

at the same time.

The lower realm, Xiniu Hezhou, Lingshan.

The once magnificent Mahavira Hall, bathed in Buddhist light and filled with the sounds of chanting, is now permeated with a sense of oppression.

Once, the lotus throne that symbolized the present Buddha was now empty.

The Tathagata of Many Treasures, who once sat atop it, fled back to Jin'ao Island to serve Tongtian Jiaozhu after the last division of the Buddhist destiny, and became his chief disciple of the Jie Sect once again.

This infuriated Zhunti and Jieyin, who wished they could tear Duobao to pieces.

Using the fortune of Buddhism to compensate for the fortune of the Jie Sect is truly ingenious.

At this moment, Zhunti, who was sitting upright on the lotus platform, slowly spoke, "Senior brother, the time has come!"

Jieyin nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing amidst his often pained expression. "Jin Chanzi has reincarnated ten times, and his resentment and Buddhist nature have reached their peak. It is time for him to embark on his journey."

Saint Zhunti smiled slightly and turned his gaze to a Bodhisattva standing below.

This Bodhisattva is none other than Guanyin Bodhisattva, the most compassionate and merciful deity in Buddhism.

"Guanyin".

Upon hearing these words, Guanyin clasped her hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "Disciple is here."

The Sage Zhunti smiled and nodded, his eyes sparkling with the joy of Buddhism's great prosperity.

"The Great Tribulation of Journey to the West is a great trend in the primordial world, and also an opportunity for the great prosperity of our Buddhism."

"Jin Chanzi's ten incarnations have been born in the southern human territory. The journey to the west is difficult and requires the protection of a guardian."

“In the past, Zixiao Palace discussed that Sun Wukong of Huaguo Mountain would act as a protector for Jin Chanzi on his journey to the West.”

"Go to Flower Fruit Mountain and tell him about this, that a calamity is about to befall him, and that he should prepare accordingly."

Zhunti spoke calmly, recounting the facts of the discussions held in Zixiao Palace in the past, instantly dispelling Guanyin's doubts about Sun Wukong.

How could a dignified half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal be content to be a protector of a mortal?

So that's how it is; it's something that many Hunyuan were discussing at the same time.

But whether Jin Chanzi is considered a mortal or not is something all the immortals and gods know.

Since the Investiture of the Gods, the Buddha Tathagata, formerly known as Duobao Daoren, the chief disciple of the Jie Sect, has been in charge of Mount Ling.

However, his disciple Jin Chanzi was originally converted by Jieyin and Zhunti and became a disciple of Duobao to monitor the other party.

But no one expected that Jin Chanzi would be the protagonist of the Journey to the West's calamity.

"Disciple obeys the decree of the sage."

At this moment, Guanyin bowed again without the slightest hesitation.

Once the sage's decree is issued, it is the mandate of Heaven.

Her figure transformed into a beam of Buddhist light and disappeared into the Great Buddha Hall of Mount Ling, heading straight for the Eastern Continent.

……

Flower and Fruit Mountain, Water Curtain Cave.

This place is no longer the ordinary blessed land it once was. The entire mountain range is shrouded in a magnificent and boundless Daoist aura.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, and every stream in the mountains possesses a powerful law of war. If an ordinary person dares to set foot there, they would probably be crushed into dust by the power of the law it contains.

Deep within the cave, a figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform, his aura extremely arrogant, as if he wanted to fight all living beings in the world.

Just then, he opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze piercing through the many restrictions of the Water Curtain Cave, looking towards the sky.

"Are you coming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a peaceful ray of Buddha's light came from afar.

The figure of Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared outside the Water Curtain Cave.

As she gazed at the cave dwelling shrouded in the laws of war, a flicker of jealousy crossed her mind amidst her awe.

Sun Wukong's cultivation level has already reached the half-step Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Guanyin has cultivated for so many years, and putting aside her Quasi-Saint realm, Zhunti and Jieyin promised her that as long as she completes the great Journey to the West, they will help her flawlessly sever the Three Corpses, return to her origin, and help her step into the Primordial Dao.

And this Sun Wukong, having cultivated for less than 100,000 years, is about to break through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm. How could he not inspire envy?

"This humble monk is Guanyin of the South Sea. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Wukong." Guanyin spoke with a newfound respect, devoid of her former contempt.

"come in."

A faint voice echoed from inside the cave.

That restriction, which would deter even quasi-saint level beings, instantly cracked open, creating a passageway.

Guanyin stepped in and saw that Sun Wukong was still sitting cross-legged, not even getting up, just calmly looking at her.

"What is it?" Sun Wukong asked, getting straight to the point.

Faced with this attitude, Guanyin was dissatisfied but helpless.

Who made the opponent so powerful?
Then, with a benevolent expression, he said, "I have come here on the orders of two sages of our Buddhist sect to inform Fellow Daoist Wukong."

"The great calamity of the Journey to the West has begun. I, the disciple of Buddha Jin Chanzi, have experienced nine lifetimes of life and death. This life is my tenth. I should go to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and seek the true scriptures to complete my merits."

"Fellow Daoist has made an agreement with the Sages, and we hope that you will keep your promise."

"If you, fellow Daoist, desire a Buddha to attain enlightenment in Buddhism, I, the Western Saint, would be more than happy to oblige."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong showed no surprise, only a faint hint of sarcasm curling at the corner of his mouth.

The position of enlightenment?

For someone like him, a half-step Grand Luo Immortal, what is a mere Buddha's status?
If it weren't for his master's affairs, even if a saint himself came, he wouldn't give him a second glance.

"understood."

Sun Wukong responded casually, "Escorting a bald monk to the Western Paradise is a piece of cake."

He had promised his master Shendu something, so how could he not fulfill it?

This journey to the West was also his method of cultivation, a way to break through to the level of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

However, Sun Wukong was curious about what kind of creature could fight him.

With that thought in mind, he said calmly, "Go ahead, and when the time is right, I, Old Sun, will make my move."

Seeing that Sun Wukong agreed so easily, Guanyin didn't say anything.

Since the decree of the sage had already been conveyed, she could not linger any longer. She said "good" and then turned into a stream of light and left.

Gazing in the direction Guanyin had left, Sun Wukong closed his eyes slightly and entered a state of meditation once more. As for protecting the bald monks of Buddhism, he had his own plans.

……

After leaving Flower Fruit Mountain, Guanyin calculated with her fingers and knew the location of the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. With a turn of her figure, she arrived at the capital of the Eastern Dynasty in the human world.

At this moment, in the most magnificent Huasheng Temple in the city, a grand Water and Land Dharma Assembly is being held.

On the high platform, the current emperor sat expressionlessly on the dragon throne, watching thousands of monks below chanting sutras and praying for blessings, a hint of impatience hidden deep in his eyes.

If it weren't just to appease the heavens and go through the motions.

How could a dignified emperor like himself possibly sit here and watch a bunch of monks chanting these pointless scriptures?

The Eastern Dynasty was established by the descendants of the current Heavenly Emperor, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, whose bloodline is so noble that it is rare in the world.

Moreover, his ancestor, Donghuang Taiyi, had already achieved the position of the supreme Heavenly Emperor. In terms of backing, who in the Three Realms could compare to his Donghuang Dynasty?

At that very moment, in the center of the Dharma assembly, a handsome young monk, dressed in a brocade robe and holding a nine-ringed staff, chanted Buddhist mantras, praying for the souls of those who perished in the war.

He was none other than Chen Xuanzang, the tenth incarnation of Jin Chanzi.

While the scriptures were being recited, a nun dressed in tattered robes, holding a scroll of kasaya and a staff, squeezed into the crowd and began loudly hawking her wares.

"Selling monk's robes and staffs!"

The sudden shout shattered the solemnity of the ceremony, and countless soldiers were about to rush forward to drive them away.

At this moment, Chen Xuanzang on the high platform stopped chanting scriptures and walked over quickly.

"May I ask, sir, what is the value of these two items?"

The nun, who was actually Guanyin in disguise, smiled slightly. "My cassock is priced at five thousand taels of silver, and my staff is also five thousand taels of silver!"

"The two items together total, exactly ten thousand taels!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd erupted in uproar, condemning the nun for being greedy and obsessed with money.

However, a strange light shone in Chen Xuanzang's eyes. He seemed to be able to sense the extraordinary Buddhist aura contained in the two items. Without the slightest hesitation, he put his hands together and said, "Okay, I'll buy them."

Upon seeing this, Guanyin smiled with satisfaction.

The next moment, she was surrounded by a great radiance of Buddha's light, and the compassionate and solemn image of Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared before everyone.

"That's good, that's good."

She handed the brocade robe and the nine-ringed staff to Chen Xuanzang, saying, "These are sacred treasures of Buddhism, which cannot be obtained by those who are not destined to receive them."

"The Buddhism in the East is Hinayana and Mahayana, while the Great Thunder Temple in the West has the Mahayana Buddhist Tripitaka, which can universally save all sentient beings and resolve all grievances in the world."

"Are you willing to travel to the Western Paradise to obtain the true scriptures?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "This humble monk is willing!"

"Amitabha!"

As soon as Guanyin spoke, she transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

This miraculous scene caused all the people and monks present to kneel down and shout that the Bodhisattva had appeared.

Only the Emperor on the dragon throne remained indifferent, as if he had only watched a passable performance.

He stood up, looked down at Chen Xuanzang who was holding the sacred treasure and looking excited, and said in a calm tone, "Since it is the Bodhisattva's decree, then you may go."

"I bestow upon you the imperial surname, Dong, and the title Sanzang."

"Set off immediately to the Western Paradise to obtain the Buddhist scriptures."

After saying that, he turned around and left Huasheng Temple surrounded by a group of guards.

He has fulfilled his orders from above. As for whether this bald monk can retrieve the scriptures, what does it matter to him?

If it weren't for the fact that he had to go through the motions, he wouldn't bother watching this boring show.

The Eastern Dynasty, under the rule of the Eastern Emperor of Heaven, receives its fortune. Unless something particularly disruptive happens in the human world, it will generally not change dynasties.

This so-called Mahayana Buddhism was nothing but a pile of waste paper to our ancestor, Donghuang Taiyi.

(End of this chapter)