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"Stop! Stop it! Call me second brother, you know, damn, calling me second brother is just letting you take advantage of me."

Zhu Bajie couldn't wait to call him "Second Brother", but he cursed himself inwardly. Zhu Moye wasn't Tang Sanzang's disciple, so how could he call him "Second Brother"? And seeing how the two of them were so hostile, it was a good thing Tang Sanzang didn't want to eat Zhu Moye.

He was still talking about something related to Tang Monk. Zhu Bajie couldn't help but want to slap himself twice for being so mean.

"Second brother, second brother, has the six-eared macaque been dealt with?" asked Zhu Bajie.

Although the six-eared macaque's dying cry was deafening, it was still too far away and Zhu Bajie did not hear it.

Zhu Moye nodded, "I have killed him."

Zhu Bajie's eyes rolled, and he was secretly shocked. He knew the Six-Eared Macaque's abilities, and he had thought that even if the monkey's abilities couldn't match the Monkey King's, he should still be able to compete with Zhu Moye. He didn't expect that Zhu Moye could defeat him in such a short time.

What Zhu Bajie didn't know was that Zhu Moye had also fought a fierce battle with Bull Demon King and others, and killed three of them, otherwise he would have been even more surprised.

"Brother, what about this monk?" Zhu Bajie asked. Zhu Bajie had originally been quite excited about the journey, as it was an opportunity for enlightenment from Guanyin Bodhisattva. However, after Zhu Moye's arrival, Zhu Bajie realized that it would be a long journey.

For him, it was even a road of no return. After only a few months of walking, and having experienced the wind, frost, rain and dew, and the power of the monsters along the way, Zhu Bajie was even less willing to go on the journey to obtain the scriptures.

Especially when the six-eared macaque arrived, he brought a group of monsters with him, and Zhu Bajie was the one who got bullied. He wanted to show off his temper with these monsters, but he was severely taught a lesson.

Zhu Bajie no longer dared to put on airs. He was still leading the donkey. Even Monk Sha didn't know where he was beaten to, or whether he was alive or dead.

Zhu Bajie naturally had a lot of resentment towards Tang Sanzang. This monk saw that the monsters were so powerful, but he actually recognized them and became a Buddha, or even a demon.

"Brother, why don't we stew this monk? Isn't it said that eating Tang Monk's flesh can make you immortal?" Zhu Bajie made evil intentions and threatened Tang Monk.

When Tang Sanzang saw Sun Wukong coming back, he knew that misfortune had come. It was this bastard who had taken away everything from him, the great fortune he should have, and the fame he should have had.

Now, they even want to eat him! Tang Sanzang was full of resentment and accepted three disciples. The eldest disciple left in anger and even had a fight with the Bodhisattva.

The second apprentice is a foodie who can't do anything. He is never satisfied with what he eats. He is ugly and can only flatter others. He is useless.

He accepted a third apprentice, but he was a stern-faced man. He just left after being provoked by a few words. Humph, he has no magnanimity.

After much difficulty in capturing a powerful demon, the demonic aura remained undiminished and was killed by Zhu Moye. Tang Sanzang looked up at the sky in silence, tears streaming down his face, "Oh, God, are you going to destroy me?"

Zhu Moye looked at Tang Seng's speechless expression as he asked the heavens, and knew what he was thinking.

"Bajie, of course not. We don't eat humans! He insists on going to heaven, so we won't stop him. Let him go on his own."

Chapter 764: Jin Chanzi Reappears

"By the way, Xiaobailong, do you want to follow me or this pedantic monk?" Zhu Moye looked at Xiaobailong and said. He didn't expect that after Sun Wukong left, he could still subdue Xiaobailong. Most likely, it was the Bodhisattva who intervened.

The little white dragon soared high into the sky and then transformed into a small dragon. It was the little white dragon. The little white dragon felt the dragon energy in Zhu Moye most clearly.

It was a supreme legendary real dragon, which made his heart surge with excitement.

"Greetings, the real dragon!" said the little white dragon, completely ignoring Tang Seng, but looking at Zhu Moye with great respect.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhu Moye said, and with a wave of his hand, Zhu Bajie and Xiao Bailong followed Zhu Moye and were about to fly away.

Tang Sanzang shouted, but none of the three paid any attention. Little White Dragon had observed Tang Sanzang's behavior over the past few days. He had originally thought Tang Sanzang was a principled and sincere Buddhist, but he had never expected him to be a hypocrite, associating with uncivilized monsters. This disgusted him.

"Bodhisattva, Buddha, help me!" Tang Seng shouted loudly, his voice was so sad and desolate that it brought tears to people's eyes.

Zhu Moye's mind moved. This Tang Monk was indeed not simple. This cry might sound like the cry of a mortal to others, but to him, it had a sense of reincarnation.

There is something wrong with what Tang Seng said.

"You go first, go to Huaguo Mountain and find my elder brother, he will protect you," said Zhu Moye. He had already sensed that some changes might happen here.

Xiao Bailong wanted to ask, but Zhu Bajie, who was very good at reading people's expressions, saw that Zhu Moye was not joking. He already knew that something big was likely to happen here. With their abilities, this was definitely not a place for them to stay.

"Let's go!" said Zhu Bajie, pulling the little white dragon and flying towards the east.

Zhu Moye turned around and looked, only to see a golden light flying in the sky. The light was dazzling, full of power, and awe-inspiring.

The golden light was injected into Tang Seng's body with a rumbling sound. Tang Seng's body was changing, and it was filled with strong anger and murderous intent.

The Buddha's aura was filled with murderous intent, as if he were a demon, but he clearly looked like a Buddha.

Tang Seng roared in a shrill voice, and his body changed instantly. A golden light wrapped around his body, as if it had turned into a giant cocoon, and huge changes were taking place inside.

Zhu Moye's mind was shaken, he felt the power of reincarnation. Zhu Moye had experienced this power before, it was the same feeling every time he traveled to a new world.

Could it be that someone else has descended into this world of Journey to the West?

The answer was soon revealed. The giant cocoon broke open, and a monk walked out. Zhu Moye could finally confirm that it was that power, but compared to the power he had experienced when he traveled through time and space into this world, that power was much smaller and not as pure.

"Amitabha, I am Jin Chanzi!" Tang Seng suddenly said. No, at this moment he had completely turned into a stranger, the Buddha's disciple of the past, Jin Chanzi.

The Buddha's light was radiating from Jin Chanzi's body, which was extremely blazing, and Zhu Moye could feel the Buddha's light suppressing him. Jin Chanzi looked at Zhu Moye, but allowed the Buddha's light to suppress him without restraining himself.

"Oh, it's you, Jin Chanzi. How come your Buddhism finally recognized that Tang Sanzang couldn't complete the mission of obtaining Buddhist scriptures from the West, so you finally jumped out."

The light in Jin Chanzi's eyes grew brighter, then receded.

"Amitabha, Emperor Ming, do you know that there is a demon in your heart?"

Zhu Moye laughed heartily and said, "I don't know if there is a demon in my heart, but I know there is no Buddha in my heart. I respect Buddha in my heart, but there is no Buddha in my heart. I am Buddha, and Buddha is me."

"Ridiculous!" Jin Chanzi shouted, pointing his finger at Zhu Moye and saying, "You are indeed a demon!"

"Why, you're exaggerating so quickly? Call me a Buddha or a demon, it all comes down to strength. If you have the strength, then you can suppress me. Back then, your Buddha was able to suppress my elder brother, and now you, his disciple, are suppressing me. Haha, isn't that a good story?"

Zhu Moye said this with sarcasm. He could see that although Jin Chanzi was very powerful now, he was a disciple of Buddha after all, but he might not be able to resist even if Zhu Moye killed him.

"You Buddhists believe in equality for all beings. Haha, you are so powerful, but Jin Zha is also your junior brother, but his magic power is not so good. Is this what equality means to all beings?"

Jin Chanzi sneered and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Junior Brother Jin Zha may not be very talented in cultivation, but in other aspects, I am ashamed of myself."

Zhu Moye almost spat out a mouthful of saliva. Other aspects, what aspects? Was he a spendthrift? Was he lazy? How dare this Jin Chanzi open his mouth!

Zhu Moye waved his hand and said, "Alright, I won't talk to you bald ass anymore. Isn't deception your forte? If you have the strength, then use it. I also want to see your strength, Jin Chanzi."

"Amitabha, I will eliminate the demon today!" Jin Chanzi shouted, throwing the purple gold bowl in his hand towards Zhu Moye's head, actually wanting to put Zhu Moye into the bowl.

"Master, you overestimate yourself." Zhu Moye said, without moving, letting the bowl float above his head. The light was emitting from below, but no one could do anything to Zhu Moye.

"Master, we are all so busy, so let's not use tricks, just attack directly." Zhu Moye said, and suddenly swung the dragon spear to knock the purple gold bowl back.

Fortunately, the purple gold bowl was strong enough that it didn't break at all.

"What a skill! No wonder you dare to go against Buddhism!" Jin Chanzi said. The tin staff in his hand trembled and jumped into Jin Chanzi's hand. Jin Chanzi held the tin staff in his hand and used it as a long stick to stab towards Zhu Moye.

"Okay, there is a demon-subduing stick in Buddhism. I'd like to see it." Zhu Moye said, and went forward with his spear.

The two sides exchanged blows once, separated again, and collided again. After several consecutive collisions, the two finally retreated.

The staff was shrouded in Buddha's energy, emitting rays of Buddha's light. The dragon spear in Zhu Moye's hand was even more majestic, with rays of dragon energy materializing on the spear, resisting the Buddha's light and even forcing it back.

"The Human Emperor is truly powerful!"

"The Master is equally extraordinary!"

Zhu Moye couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart. This Jin Chanzi was indeed the third disciple of the Buddha, and his strength was indeed formidable.

"I heard that the master has already been reincarnated. Haha, it turns out that not telling lies is just deceiving people!" Zhu Moye said sarcastically.

Jin Chanzi blushed slightly and was speechless. This was indeed something that people criticized. Originally, there would be no problem at all, but who would have thought that a road that had been carefully planned for so many years would be calculated by Zhu Moye in this way.

All calculations are in vain!

If you don’t take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences!

Jin Chanzi has already sensed the disaster that will come soon, just like the Conferred God Battle of that year!

Chapter 765: The Purple Gold Bowl Shattered

"Zhu Moye, what do you want?" Jin Chanzi shouted.

Zhu Moye sneered and said, "You Buddhists are calculating the great fortune of the world. Isn't everything under your control?"

"Success depends on man, some things depend on God. Who can calculate everything?" Jin Chanzi sighed.

The Journey to the West was in vain, otherwise he wouldn't appear again. His reincarnation must have failed, otherwise he wouldn't appear. This is also a fact recognized by the Buddha. Otherwise, even if he was suppressed by the Buddha, he wouldn't have appeared like this.

The original plan was that once the Journey to the West was completed, not only would Buddhism gain the opportunity, but Jin Chanzi himself would also be able to become a Buddha and his combat power would be greatly increased. However, now everything has come to nothing, his combat power remains the same, and has even declined a little.

"I taught the saint to calculate that you were a variable. How hateful that I didn't let the Heavenly Court wipe you out back then!" Jin Chanzi shouted. He really had great hatred in his heart.

Speaking objectively, Zhu Moye ruined this great opportunity for Buddhism, but speaking personally, Zhu Moye completely ruined Tang Seng as a person.

"Go ahead. Even if you possess the great fortune of a Human Emperor, you and I are already mortal enemies. This battle is unavoidable. If I don't succeed, I will die!"

Zhu Moye's heart was filled with awe, while Jin Chanzi's expression was calm, but he was harboring murderous intentions. Zhu Moye knew that Jin Chanzi was not lying, and he was afraid that this time Jin Chanzi really wanted to fight to the death.

Facing Jin Chanzi's pressure, Zhu Moye's heart was also filled with heroic spirit. Jin Chanzi was once known as the most intelligent disciple of the Buddha. Today, he wanted to fight Jin Chanzi to see what he was capable of.

"Dragon Spear!" Zhu Moye shouted loudly, and the dragon spear floated in the air. The tip of the spear swayed, and rays of light flashed, like a flying knife, shooting towards Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi held the alms bowl on his head, like a void, drawing away the light one by one. With a flick of his wrist, the staff transformed into a demon-slaying staff, and his robes soared into the sky, flying towards Zhu Moye.

It is the magical power of the demon-subduing cassock!

Zhu Moye didn't dare underestimate Jin Chanzi. Each of these magical powers was powerful enough to kill gods and immortals. The dragon spear thrust towards the Buddha Demon cassock. The cassock radiated precious light, allowing the dragon spear to penetrate but not escape.

The Golden Cicada's Buddhist beads were scattered and turned into huge Buddhist beads, like huge meteorites, bombarding Zhu Moye.

Zhu Moye was amazed. The Buddhist masters really had endless magical weapons. A cassock, a string of Buddhist beads, and even an alms bowl were all treasures. Compared to him, Zhu Moye felt like a beggar who had nothing.

It’s a pity that Buddhists do nothing but burn incense and worship Buddha, and beg for alms when they are thirsty or hungry, and they act as if it is all natural.

Zhu Moye, on the other hand, needs to take great pains to govern the country, so that the people can live a prosperous life and avoid famine, war, natural disasters and man-made disasters. Although he is now governing in his own body, Zhu Moye is always paying attention to it in his heart.

Therefore, Zhu Moye has a lot of resentment towards Buddhism in his heart. In fact, Zhu Moye has resentment towards all religions. If someone really does good things, then Zhu Moye will naturally support them. After all, humans are very weak creatures compared to those real dragons, fire phoenixes, etc.

But Zhu Moye was particularly unhappy because he did not engage in production but instead spread false rumors to confuse the people. Especially after he became the emperor, he saw that the people did not seek medical treatment but instead burned incense and prayed to Buddha, and spent all their wealth for a talisman but did not spend money to seek medical treatment.

There are too many doubts and too many accusations.

Of course there are good and bad things, but everything depends on the timing. At this particular time, the flourishing of Buddhism is obviously not good for the people.

Therefore, Zhu Moye chose Buddhism first, and used the struggle between Buddhism and Taoism to achieve his own goals. Taoism is not necessarily perfect, but compared to today, Zhu Moye chose Buddhism.

Because the heaven and earth can no longer withstand the changes in fortune, when a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer. This is the reason.

Zhu Moye stood still, watching the Buddhist beads coming towards him. The dragon spear moved at an extremely fast speed. The dragon spear seemed to turn into a ray of light, or a plum blossom. Every time it shot out, a Buddhist bead would fall.

Jin Chanzi's bowl emitted a faint light, as if it were a huge mouth, wanting to swallow Zhu Moye. Of course, he didn't have that ability yet, but that feeling was acting on his soul.

Zhu Moye felt as if his soul was being sucked out along with the bowl.

The magical powers of Buddhism are truly amazing!

Zhu Moye did not dare to be careless and quickly calmed his mind. He thrust his spear forward and aimed at the bowl. Naturally, he had to destroy anything threatening in advance.

The bowl was pressed against the spear tip, and Zhu Moye was surprised that the bowl was able to withstand the attack without breaking. After all, it was a treasure given by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and it was indeed very strong.

Zhu Moye's spearmanship had long been condensed in his mind. When his mind moved, his spear moved. The moment the dragon spear was blocked, he realized that it was impossible to pierce the bowl. He raised the spear and tried to pick the bowl away from Jin Chanzi's head.

The bowl was lifted up by the dragon spear. Jin Chanzi had never expected Zhu Moye to be so powerful, comparable to an ordinary Bodhisattva. He quickly used his magic power to fix the bowl on his head, and the two sides actually started a battle for it.

The purple gold bowl was quite spiritual and protected Jin Chanzi's forehead, preventing the dragon spear from moving downwards, which would have posed a great threat to Jin Chanzi's head.

Zhu Moye then realized that this duel had turned into a battle of magical power. Now it all depended on who had the most powerful magical power.

Zhu Moye has been very lucky since his death, and he is still alive with good fortune, but he is not sure that he can defeat this monk. After all, he is the direct disciple of the Buddha and has inexplicable supernatural powers.

Moreover, he started practicing at an astonishing age, and in terms of magical power, he is definitely superior to Zhu Moye.

Anyone who uses his own weaknesses to compete with Jin Chanzi's strengths is a fool.

"Okay, since you want my dragon spear, I'll give it to you." Zhu Moye said, exerting force on his hand. He no longer tried to retract the dragon spear, but pushed it forward, allowing the purple gold bowl to absorb it.

If the treasure given by Nuwa could be taken away so easily, it would no longer be the property of a saint.

As expected, Jin Chanzi immediately sensed the Dragon Spear's extraordinary power, believing it was definitely not something his purple-gold bowl could contain. Jin Chanzi quickly tried to throw the Dragon Spear away, but Zhu Moye, taking advantage of the situation, pressed the Dragon Spear fiercely towards the purple-gold bowl.

The two forces were so powerful that for a moment they were completely opposite.

The Dragon Spear showed no reaction to this opposing force. After all, it was a product of Nuwa, a fine product. However, the Purple Gold Bowl was merely a gift from Guanyin Bodhisattva, so its magical toughness was naturally far inferior to the Dragon Spear.

Originally, it was quite remarkable that it could withstand the attack of the dragon spear. However, these were just a few simple collisions, and if it lasted for a long time, it would not be something the purple gold bowl could withstand.

Chapter 766 Savage Breath

Now it had to bear the power of two people, and the power changed back and forth in an instant. Suddenly, the purple-gold bowl could not bear it anymore. After a few crackling sounds, the purple-gold bowl exploded.

When Zhu Moye saw cracks appearing in the purple gold bowl, he quickly retreated and moved away from the explosion.