My wife is Invincible East

Zhu Moye nodded, secretly shocked. Was this monkey really going to forgive Tang Seng just like that?

Sun Wukong chuckled, as if he understood Zhu Moye's thoughts. He shouted, "For me, whether or not I go to the West to obtain the scriptures is completely irrelevant. However, I do have to worry about my monkey descendants."

"I, Sun, have been suppressed for five hundred years. I will never forget this, and I think my enemies will not forget it either. If I were to embark on the path to the Western Paradise, I think with the help of the Buddhists, all those grudges would be wiped out."

"Otherwise, why would they let me go? I consider myself extremely powerful, but two fists are no match for four hands. I can't even resist, let alone these children of mine."

"How could I, Old Sun, be so servile as to admit my mistakes to my defeated opponent? The Tathagata of the West gave me this path, but he is forcing me to embark on it!"

Sun Wukong shouted, his voice gradually becoming choked with sobs.

Zhu Moye sighed inwardly, thinking that what Sun Wukong said was absolutely right. The Buddhists had orchestrated a whole drama, and it was not a conspiracy at all, but an open conspiracy, forcing Sun Wukong to embark on his journey and become a Buddha.

The Taoists are also hateful. At this critical moment, no one came out to support Sun Wukong!

Chapter 741 Mu Zha's Scheming

"Brother, go now! They have already plotted against me, but I still have some hope. These days, I went to look for my master, but the place was deserted. I also looked for those old brothers, but they all refused to see me."

"Finally, I found someone I could meet, but they all came to persuade me. They said this was a great opportunity, and I, Old Sun, was the one who brought it about. I don't crave such opportunities. My path is my own, not something imposed by others."

"It's a pity that one's heart is as high as the sky, but one's life is as fragile as paper! Now I, Old Sun, have no choice but to go on. Since Tang Sanzang is willing to reconcile, I, Old Sun, can only use the stairs to walk down. After all, the situation is stronger than me, and I, Old Sun, have no choice but to give in!"

Sun Wukong was right, Zhu Moye couldn't help but sigh. The last time he saw the arrogant Monkey King, now he saw the handsome Monkey King who took care of his monkeys.

Being in this world means not following its laws. Even if Sun Wukong is incredibly powerful, there will always be people and things he cares about. This is how cause and effect work: yesterday's cause will be today's result.

"Brother, what if I, Sun, ask the goddess Nuwa to mediate?" Zhu Moye couldn't help but shout. This sentence came from his heart, and it came from his heart.

Sun Wukong's eyes were filled with tears, his monkey hair stood up, and he looked very majestic. Nuwa was the saint of the demon race. If Nuwa came forward, everything would be much simpler. But the question was, could he persuade Nuwa to come?

Zhu Moye was not very sure either. The only one was the Third Holy Mother, whose master was Nuwa, so there was some nepotism involved.

A colorful lotus light flashed in the distance. Sun Wukong's eyesight was even more amazing than Zhu Moye's. He had already seen that Guanyin Bodhisattva was about to arrive.

"Without further delay, big brother, how about we go to the Goddess Nuwa together and ask her to resolve the situation?" Zhu Moye said. Zhu Moye wanted to help Sun Wukong out of brotherly love and for himself.

Compared to the unity of Buddhism, Taoism is clearly much more disunited. Purity and inaction are the original Taoist ideals. Although Taoism has four saints and Buddhism only has two, Taoism is now increasingly weak while Buddhism is increasingly prosperous.

After all, no matter how powerful the Four Saints of Taoism are, there must always be someone to help them do things. They can't do everything themselves.

This time, the Buddhists are planning to gain the opportunity from the Taoists, the demon race, perhaps the heavenly court, and the human race. Once successful, their power will far surpass that of the Taoists.

At that time, it would be extremely difficult for Zhu Moye to unify the Three Realms. What he needed was a loose Three Realms, not an orderly one.

"Brother, there's no time to lose. Let's go first. I believe that Guanyin Bodhisattva is dedicated to saving all living beings and will certainly not make things difficult for your monkeys and their descendants. Even if the Goddess Nuwa doesn't intend to mediate, at least we have tried our best and will not have any regrets."

Sun Wukong nodded and shouted, "That's right. If I were a Taoist, the demons would look down on me and leave me alone. So what if I were to join Buddhism? Brothers, let's go!"

After Sun Wukong sent a message to the people below, the two of them avoided Guanyin and flew quickly towards where Nuwa was.

Zhu Moye and Sun Wukong saw Guanyin, and Guanyin also saw them. Seeing that the two were together and still running away, Guanyin hurriedly chased after them.

"Oh, it's Sister Guanyin! It's really like a long time since I last saw you." Zhu Moye called out from afar. He couldn't avoid seeing her, so he greeted her first.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's face darkened. She had just transformed into a little sister, and this guy had caught her, yet he kept calling her "little sister." He had absolutely no intention of respecting the Buddha or the Dao.

Mu Zha had no favorable impression of either Zhu Moye or Sun Wukong. The two men had actually become sworn brothers. To him, they were like-minded, sharing the same odor. He stood carelessly by, watching Sun Wukong's eyes flutter. If it weren't for Guanyin's consideration, he would have struck him with a stick.

Sun Wukong's eyes widened with admiration when he saw that Zhu Moye dared to call Guanyin his sister. Although he did not take Guanyin seriously in his heart, he still had to show some kindness on the surface.

This sworn brother of mine is so fierce!

Guanyin ignored Zhu Moye, looked at Sun Wukong and said, "Great Sage, where are you going?" After all, he came here with a request, so Guanyin still had some respect for Sun Wukong's address, calling him Great Sage, which was a rare occasion.

Sun Wukong chuckled and said proudly, "I'd like to chat with Lady Nuwa about the past. I wonder if Bodhisattva Guanyin would be interested as well?"

Guanyin was stunned and glanced at Zhu Moye unconsciously. She knew that this guy was probably the one who came up with this trick. At that moment, Guanyin recounted the matter with Tang Sanzang, emphasizing that Tang Sanzang was willing to apologize and start all over again.

Sun Wukong, who was a master of acting, exclaimed in surprise, "He's my master, and he wants to worship me. Humph, I'm afraid he's just waiting for a reckoning later, right?"

Guanyin tried to persuade him again and again, but Sun Wukong just refused. Zhu Moye laughed in his heart, because he could see that Sun Wukong was a kind-hearted person who still cared about his monkeys and grandchildren.

This statement was clearly a negotiation with Guanyin, but unfortunately, Guanyin Bodhisattva was too honest, or not as cunning as Sun Wukong, and did not react for a while.

After being rejected repeatedly, even Buddha became angry. Guanyin's face darkened and she shouted, "Monkey, you must know that this is an opportunity that many people don't get. Are you giving up so easily?"

"Do you know that the countless disasters you've committed, including trampling on the underworld, causing chaos in the heavens, wreaking havoc on the world, and bringing disaster to the human world, are all caused by the Buddha's actions to resolve the karmic consequences for you? Otherwise, do you think your victims will just let you go?"

Sun Wukong was a man who would only talk softly and not take hard words. Originally, he had only wanted to negotiate terms, but now that Guanyin had pressed him like that, he immediately became furious. He swung his golden cudgel and shouted, "Idiot, you Bodhisattva! I'm listening to your nonsense out of kindness, but do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"If you want to fight, if you want to kill, draw a line. At most, I, Sun, will be suppressed for another five hundred years. I am afraid of you. It depends on whether you have the means to do so!"

As the golden cudgel appeared, it shone with golden light, and the two sides immediately confronted each other.

Mu Zha had long been fed up with his master negotiating terms with Sun Wukong. Seeing Sun Wukong's anger, he quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Monkey, how dare you disrespect my master? My master is the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. She doesn't mind, but as a disciple, can you not allow the master's dignity to be insulted?"

"You are so proud of your immense magical powers that I, Mu Zha, will fight you once and for all to teach you that you have already committed heinous crimes and will surely be punished in the future. My master gave you a chance to live, but you didn't know how to cherish it. You are simply like someone who has no way out of heaven and yet you have no way out of hell."

Mu Zha shouted "Hello", fearing that he would be stopped by his master, and hit Sun Wukong with his iron stick.

Chapter 742 Mu Zha's Death

"Disciple, stand down!"

Guanyin quickly shouted, "I didn't expect Mu Zha to be so impulsive. His words were well-reasoned, but they were too impulsive." Guanyin looked at Sun Wukong's expression with increasing dissatisfaction. "Even my disciple understands reason. You are honored as a great sage, yet you are so foolish."

Calling Mu Zha down was also because he was afraid that Mu Zha would suffer a loss. After all, in terms of combat power, Mu Zha was far inferior to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong had long been annoyed with Mu Zha, who was looking down on him. Seeing him rushing towards him, he immediately swung his golden cudgel and hit Mu Zha.

Mu Zha was very proud and thought, "Go ahead and do it. Once you start, it will be difficult to stop. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky will come to capture you. Let's see what will happen to you, the conceited monkey."

Seeing Sun Wukong coming towards him with a stick, Mu Zha did not dare to distract himself and blocked the iron stick with all his strength. Although he hoped that Sun Wukong would be killed, he could not let himself die in vain.

Guanyin couldn't stop him, and with a shake of her body, she was about to block Sun Wukong. Zhu Moye took action. Seeing Mu Zha's petty thoughts, Zhu Moye was happy. What a good man! He was still thinking about how to persuade Sun Wukong, when Mu Zha jumped out.

"Sister Guanyin, they are just settling their personal issues, so let's not disturb them, okay?" Zhu Moye said, his body just blocking Guanyin.

Guanyin had not expected Zhu Moye to dare to stop her. She was a little surprised, and even more angry. Buddhism emphasizes influencing people, but also emphasizes the wrathful Vajra. Those who blaspheme the Dharma should be suppressed and killed with the Dharma.

Zhu Moye had long been identified in Buddhism as a person who blasphemed the Dharma. Even though Tathagata Buddha did not say anything about it, Guanyin knew very well that Zhu Moye was a hurdle in Buddhism and would be suppressed sooner or later.

At this moment, Zhu Moye actually dared to stop her, which was tantamount to completely tearing apart the face maintained by both parties!

"Ming Huang, do you know what you are doing? The monkey is destined to be a member of my Buddhist sect. If you dare to stop me, I will regard you as a blasphemer. Don't be stubborn and refuse to change your ways, or you will usher in a horrible disaster."

Guanyin said, looking at Zhu Moye was like looking at a jumping clown, who became sworn brothers with Sun Wukong, called her "little sister", and was a heretic and conceited person.

The reason why I am not a match for him now is that the most important thing right now is to guide the way to the West, and I cannot bear to take action to deal with him for the time being.

Zhu Moye chuckled and said, "Ming Huang? I still prefer Sister Guanyin to call me Big Brother, and it sounds better. Bodhisattva, let me put it this way, people are responsible for themselves. Since this brother Mu Zha dared to provoke my Big Brother like this, he will naturally pay the price for his words.

Otherwise, how can I grow up and when can I inherit your mantle? Bodhisattva, you must know that a good son is born under the stick, and a good student is born under a strict teacher!

Mu Zha was also listening to Zhu Moye's voice, and he even wanted to vomit blood. His original calculation was that as long as he made a move, the master would definitely come to save him, so although it looked dangerous, there was no life-threatening situation.

But no one expected that Zhu Moye was so bold that he even dared to stop the Bodhisattva.

Sun Wukong yelled, and another blow came at him. Blood finally spurted out of Mu Zha's mouth, and he used both hands to block the mixed iron stick towards the golden hoop.

When an immortal weapon meets a divine weapon, which one is stronger? Now we have the answer. The mixed iron stick was split into two pieces by a stick, and the golden hoop swept down and hit Mu Zha.

Sun Wukong launched this blow with hatred, not even thinking of stopping. The stick hit Mu Zha's forehead hard, blood splattered everywhere. Mu Zha looked at Sun Wukong in horror, not expecting him to actually dare to kill him.

Mu Zha's body fell to the ground, deader than dead. A soul slowly rose up and flew towards the heavens, screaming: "Master, father, save me!"

"You bold monkey, how dare you be so cruel!" Guanyin was completely furious. She glared at Zhu Moye and shouted, "Get out of here!" Guanyin was really angry. She watched a disciple die in front of her, cruelly and horrified.

Zhu Moye was overjoyed, but he couldn't help but worry about Sun Wukong. This time, he had truly caused a disaster. Mu Zha was no ordinary god after all. He had a powerful backer.

With this blow from the stick, Sun Wukong completely created a life-and-death feud with Buddhism and Heaven.

"Stop, where are you going!" Sun Wukong was so bloodthirsty that he had already formed a great grudge against Mu Zha. It would not be an exaggeration to kill him completely.

Guanyin flicked her wrist, and a willow leaf flew out, sweeping towards Mu Zha's soul in mid-air, trying to save him. Zhu Moye's mind moved, and he stopped Guanyin, but he didn't hit the leaf.

Sun Wukong sneered, and the golden cudgel instantly grew longer, with the front end turned into a spear head. It flew at an incredible speed, and before the willow leaf rolled over, the tip of the spear pierced into Mu Zha's soul.

Mu Zha let out a scream, died completely, and disappeared from this world.

"You rascal monkey, you've done such a good thing!" Guanyin shouted angrily. She suddenly slapped Zhu Moye with a slap, and her palm changed to an extremely large size, as if thousands of palms appeared and hit Zhu Moye.

Zhu Moye couldn't help but exclaimed: "Thousand-Armed Guanyin?" He stepped back repeatedly, his mind racing, and for a moment he found that he couldn't find a good way to rival Guanyin.

After all, whether it is the Samadhi True Fire, the small gourd for sneak attacks, or the one-handed sword, Zhu Moye can be said to be similar to Sun Wukong, with amazing close combat power, but in terms of magic weapons, he is really lacking.

Seeing the palm coming, Zhu Moye made up his mind and decided to fight. He wanted to see which one was stronger, his body of a dragon or the Thousand-Armed Guanyin Palm.

Zhu Moye reached out to meet Guanyin's palm with both hands, and when their palms collided, there was a loud bang. Zhu Moye was excited to find that he had actually blocked Guanyin's palm. Although his palm was a little painful, he finally blocked it.

But the next moment, Zhu Moye panicked. He only blocked a pair of palms, and countless palms came from behind. Zhu Moye screamed and quickly retreated.

The Thousand Hands had already attacked, and Zhu Moye's eyes gleamed. He was just passively taking the beating, and he was probably going to spit blood, and he couldn't cause even a little damage to Guanyin.

Zhu Moye used his Beiming Magical Art to do this. I remember that in hell, it was effective against the wronged souls and ghosts, but I don't know if it can also absorb the power of these gods and Buddhas.

Zhu Moye's hands transformed into a pair of extremely huge palms, and hit Guanyin. At the same time, he used the Beiming Divine Art, I inhale, I inhale, I inhale!

Chapter 743 Threatening Guanyin

"You are overestimating yourself!" Guanyin sneered. She saw too clearly that Zhu Moye was at most an earthly immortal. If he wanted to fight her, it would be like an egg hitting a stone, and he would be courting death.

Thousands of hands bombarded him in an instant, and Zhu Moye tried his best to resist, but most of them still hit him. The giant palm transformed by Zhu Moye's palm also bombarded Guanyin's forehead.

However, it was blocked by a willow branch extended by Guanyin, but Guanyin's body fell down involuntarily. She did not expect Zhu Moye to be so powerful. Although it could not catch up with the power of Sun Wukong, it had 70% to 80% of his strength.

What shocked Guanyin even more was that the palms that hit Zhu Moye were actually losing power. Thousands of palms hit Zhu Moye's hands, and Guanyin felt like she was hitting nothingness.

Only a few punches hit Zhu Moye's body. Compared with the latter's powerful body, the damage was indeed great, but it was difficult to hurt Zhu Moye's origin.

Zhu Moye was surprised to find that although his body was in excruciating pain for a moment, it only took a moment for the pain to dissipate. Instead, he felt a surge of powerful Buddha power rushing into his body, and the Beiming Divine Art quickly took effect.

But just like Jingwei filling the sea, the Buddha's power was too huge and it was simply not something he could absorb. Zhu Moye did not dare to dream and quickly dispersed the excess Buddha's power, leaving only a tiny portion. This portion of Buddha's power was enough for him to enjoy for a long time.

"What kind of magic are you using?" Guanyin asked in surprise.

Zhu Moye laughed heartily and said, "If you want to know, call me brother and I'll tell you!"

"Looking for death!" Guanyin was extremely angry. She took out the willow branch, which instantly turned into a towering tree. With its branches spread out, it swept towards Zhu Moye.

The tree shone with Buddha's light, and even as it stood in the air, it exuded a powerful aura. The tree stretched across the sky, as if it had cut through the void and imprisoned the world. Zhu Moye felt as if a mountain was crashing towards him, and a vast ocean was roaring towards him.

Before the tree even got close, he already felt his breathing becoming uncomfortable, and the blood in his chest was churning as if it was about to be shaken out of his body.

"Heavenly Dragon Transformation!" Zhu Moye shouted, and his entire body instantly transformed into a five-clawed dragon. This dragon was not a Yinglong, Yelong, or any other dragon. Although it was called a dragon, it did not have any great magical powers. Its body was filled with royal energy and golden light.

The huge dragon head glared, and golden light burst out, cutting through the void.

At this moment, everyone in every dynasty in the mortal world couldn't help but look in this direction. The royal family in particular felt a sudden surge of dragon energy, and their ministers shouted "Long live the king!" Meanwhile, rays of light rose up and drifted towards Zhu Moye in the sky.

The Four Seas Dragon Palace trembled for a moment, and the dragon sons and grandsons understood what was going on, and in an instant they all looked towards Zhu Moye. As if paying homage, they felt a strong bloodline power, a power that was purer and more supreme than their current bloodline.

It was as if their ancestors had come to the world and recreated the glory of ancient times.

At that time, the Heavenly Palace had not yet appeared, the three realms were in chaos, and there were only three thousand ancient ferocious beasts on earth that were later called sacred.

The five-clawed dragon was one of the overlords among them. At that time, they swept across the three realms and were invincible. Even the ancestor Hongjun and Pangu the Great did not dare to neglect them. They were nothing like now, with their magic power declining and their blood thinning. They could only guard the four seas under the heaven and survive.

Guanyin was even more astonished. Her cultivation was extraordinary, and her knowledge was even more profound. She immediately recognized the Celestial Dragon Body that Zhu Moye had cultivated. This divine dragon body, created by heaven and earth, had not appeared in hundreds of thousands of years. Unexpectedly, it appeared in the body of a Human Emperor.

Although Zhu Moye's Dharma body is still relatively low-level at this moment, it already has the potential to move towards supremacy and should not be underestimated.

Zhu Moye was extremely focused at this moment. He felt the might of the towering tree and gathered all his strength into his five dragon claws, grabbing towards the tree.

"Brother, get out of the way, don't resist!" Sun Wukong suddenly shouted loudly, his body flying towards this side, sweeping the golden cudgel across, hitting the towering tree.

When Sun Wukong dispersed Mu Zha's soul, he knew he had caused a disaster of epic proportions. He feared that the Three Realms would not be able to tolerate him this time. But since he had taken action, he would do it to the end. The worst that could happen was death.

But at this moment, Sun Wukong saw Zhu Moye's move, and the latter actually stopped Guanyin Bodhisattva for him. He thought Zhu Moye would run away and hurriedly put aside his relationship with him, but the latter actually stood up for him.

At this moment, Sun Wukong was extremely moved. This is a good brother!

Seeing Zhu Moye transform into such an amazing Dharma body, Sun Wukong was happy for him. However, he knew that Zhu Moye was no match for Guanyin and could not resist the Tongtian Tree that Guanyin brought out with hatred.

So he hurried over to stop the towering tree.

Zhu Moye was the most clever, and had never thought that he could withstand Guanyin's Tongtian Tree. At this moment, he heard Sun Wukong's reminder and quickly dodged and left.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel had already struck and collided with the Tongtian Tree.

In an instant, the world seemed to be without sound, and in an instant, without color.