Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

"The Vajra Bracelet!" The long-browed Arhat's expression changed drastically.

In the Three Realms, only the Vajra Bracelet of the Supreme Dao Ancestor possesses such power.

When the Taoist patriarch passed through Hangu Pass and converted the barbarians to Buddhism, he used this very item.

Later, when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, the Daoist Ancestor struck the monkey's head with the Vajra Bracelet, helping Erlang Shen capture him.

This object possesses immense power and unpredictable variations; it is the treasure of the Tushita Palace.

The long-browed Arhat covered his forehead, feeling both surprised and doubtful.

How did the Dao Ancestor's Vajra Bracelet end up here? And why did it hit him for no reason?

Just then, two bursts of laughter came from the clouds.

"Senior brother, you threw it off target! It should have hit his left side, but you hit the middle!"

"Nonsense, I clearly hit him right in the middle. Look at him covering his forehead, wasn't it right between his eyebrows?"

"That's not accurate enough. If you ask me, we should hit him on the back of the head to teach him a lesson."

"That was too hard on the back of the head. The master said that giving him a lesson is enough, don't really hurt him."

The long-browed Arhat looked up and saw two heads peeking out from the clouds, one in a golden robe and the other in a silver robe; they were none other than the Golden Horned Boy and the Silver Horned Boy.

The two of them lay on the edge of the cloud, smiling as they looked at him, holding the golden Vajra Bracelet in their hands.

"Golden Horn, Silver Horn!"

The long-browed Arhat's face turned ashen. "What...what do you mean by this?"

Golden Horn's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Arhat, please don't be offended. My brother and I were just following orders."

Silver Horn chimed in, "My master said that the willow leaf belonged to the Bodhisattva, and that the Great King Linggan stole it and injured his disciple. This matter cannot be left unresolved."

"Since the Arhat represents Buddhism to receive people, taking this blow is considered as taking the blame for the Bodhisattva."

The long-browed Arhat was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

He understood; Lu Qingxuan was indeed the disciple of that Dao Ancestor.

He should have recognized the myriad totems on the alchemy furnace and the unique refining techniques of the Tushita Palace long ago.

The Great King of Inspiration stole the Bodhisattva's willow leaves and injured the Dao Ancestor's disciple. This matter is neither a big deal nor a small one.

Since it was inconvenient for the Taoist Ancestor to directly attack the Buddhist sect, he sent Golden Horn and Silver Horn to give them a warning.

"This humble monk...understands."

The Arhat with long eyebrows rubbed his forehead, where a bump had already swelled up. "Please ask the two boys to go back and report to the Ancestor. This humble monk will inform the Bodhisattva of this matter. The willow leaf was stolen, and the Bodhisattva will surely give the Dao Ancestor an explanation."

Golden Horn nodded and said, "It's good that the Arhat understands. My master also said that since the purple-gold alms bowl has been given to his disciple, there's no need to keep it."

"If Jin Chanzi were to beg for alms after his reincarnation, the Buddhist community would have to find another way."

The long-browed Arhat's lips twitched, cursing inwardly: "That purple-gold alms bowl was originally extorted by your Daoist Ancestor's disciple, and now it's being given away by my Buddhist sect?"

But he dared not say it aloud, and could only force a smile and say, "The Daoist Ancestor is right, then consider that alms bowl a small token of the Buddhist community's goodwill."

Silver Horn chuckled and said, "The Arhat is very generous. Then we'll go back and report. May the Arhat have a safe journey."

After saying this, the two retreated into the clouds, and with a flash of golden light, they disappeared without a trace.

The long-browed Arhat touched the bump on his forehead, sighed, and rode his golden lotus again to continue his westward journey.

Nine-Headed Insect and King Linggan witnessed the whole scene, not daring to breathe, but their hearts were in turmoil.

So Lu Qingxuan was actually a disciple of the Dao Ancestor?

What kind of trouble have they gotten themselves into?

Jinlian flew for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at Mount Putuo in the South China Sea.

The Arhat with Long Eyebrows handed over the Nine-Headed Insect and the Great King of Inspiration to Muzha, and then explained the whole story to the Bodhisattva in detail.

After listening, the Bodhisattva remained calm and simply sighed: "The inspiration that stole my willow leaf, I will handle this matter myself."

As she spoke, the Bodhisattva took out a lotus seed from her vase and handed it to the long-browed Arhat: "The purple-gold alms bowl and the seven treasures and eight precious items are my compensation to you. As for the Supreme Dao Ancestor, I will write a letter to explain the matter."

The long-browed Arhat accepted the lotus seeds, feeling somewhat relieved, and bowed to take his leave.

...

Meanwhile, on Mount Zhongnan,

When Lu Qingxuan and the other two demons returned to the Taoist temple, it was already late at night.

He placed the purple-gold alms bowl in the main hall and carefully categorized and stored away the seven treasures and eight precious items. Only then did he sit cross-legged and hold the alchemy furnace in his palm to examine the indentation closely.

"Junior brother."

A soft call suddenly came from outside the window.

Lu Qingxuan pushed open the window and saw Jinjiao and Yinjiao squatting on the windowsill, looking at him with smiles.

At this moment, Golden Horn held the Vajra Bracelet in his hand, while Silver Horn held a jade bottle.

However, there was another person following beside the Golden Horn and Silver Horn, and that person was none other than the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha!

Why is he here too?

"Senior brothers, what brings you here?" Lu Qingxuan asked curiously.

He was unaware of what happened to the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat later, and only felt that the two of them had come to find him on purpose.

"I've come to see you. You've probably heard of Nezha. We met on the road and came together," Jinjiao introduced.

Lu Qingxuan nodded and cupped his hands, saying, "Greetings, Great God of the Three Altars and Seas."

Nezha jumped down from the windowsill, his Wind Fire Wheels spinning rapidly beneath his feet, whipping up a cloud of fallen leaves in the courtyard.

He sized Lu Qingxuan up and down, then grinned and said, "No need for such formalities. As for you, I heard you were a force to be reckoned with in the East Sea, even beating the Nine-Headed Insect and the Great King Linggan half to death, and you even managed to extort some money from the Buddhist sect?"

Lu Qingxuan was both amused and exasperated. Had the news spread so quickly?

"The experts are indeed well-informed, but they can't be described as dominating the battlefield; they're just trying to protect themselves. As for extorting money... that was their own choice; I didn't force them."

Golden Horn laughed heartily, "Junior Brother, don't be modest. Three portions of Seven Treasures and Eight Treasures, a Purple Gold Bowl, and you even picked up a Bodhisattva's willow leaf for free. Your harvest this time is much better than ours."

Silver Horn reached out and handed over something, saying, "This is the Heaven-Mending Ointment that Master sent us. Apply it to the dent on your alchemy furnace and warm it for three days, and it will be restored to its original state."

Lu Qingxuan accepted the jade bottle, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Senior Brothers."

Nezha put away his Wind Fire Wheels and strode into the house, plopping down on a prayer mat. He looked around and said, "Your Taoist temple may be small, but it has a certain celestial air about it. It's much better than my residence in Heaven. Those palaces in Heaven are beautiful, but they're cold and impersonal."

Lu Qingxuan poured Nezha a cup of tea and said, "If you don't mind, please come again anytime."

Nezha picked up his teacup, smacked his lips, and said, "Don't call me 'Great God,' it sounds too formal. Just call me Nezha."

"If that's the case, then so be it." Lu Qingxuan didn't insist any further.

"Is this it?"

Nezha smiled, put down his teacup, and suddenly said seriously, "Actually, I came here tonight for two reasons: first, I wanted to meet you, and second, I have some questions for you."

Lu Qingxuan said, "Please speak."

Nezha glanced at Golden Horn and Silver Horn. Golden Horn understood and pulled Silver Horn outside, muttering, "We've been here so many times, but we haven't had a proper look around yet. Come on, let's go take a look."

Silver Horn was dragged along by him, and reluctantly followed him out.