One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 825 Monkey
"Your Majesty, would you like to..."

Venus, taking advantage of the Jade Emperor's glory, transmitted his voice to the Jade Emperor.

Nowadays, the Buddha and the Jade Emperor are not the only ones present at Lingshan.

There are also the Bodhisattvas and Vajra Warriors of Mount Ling, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of Heaven, the Star Officials, the Thunder, Fire and Plague Generals, and Venus, who serves the Jade Emperor.

Erlang Shen, the instigator who chopped down the Buddhist kingdom with a single axe stroke and ignited the fuse between the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling, is of course still in the same place.

How could the Buddha let him leave before the matter was clearly explained?

After the Buddha was injured, Venus transmitted a message to the Jade Emperor. Although he did not say it explicitly, the message he conveyed was self-evident.

Should we take advantage of the Buddha's injury at Mount Ling and rob him while he's down...?

No, no, it should be said that we seized the opportunity to win a decisive battle.

The Jade Emperor murmured once more, "There are four Great Golden Immortals in the Three Realms; that's too many."

He had already treated Hu Xiuwu as a true immortal.

He already possessed the strength to injure Buddha.

The Jade Emperor looked at the Crane Immortal who was accompanying him. Feeling the Jade Emperor's undisguised gaze, the Crane Immortal actually looked up and met the Jade Emperor's eyes.

When the two looked at each other, the bird's pupils reflected an arc of light as high and exquisite as the moon, a mysterious light that the Crane Immortal himself could not display.

The one looking at the Jade Emperor now is not the Crane Immortal, but the Supreme Being of the Tushita Palace in the Heaven of Separation and Hatred.

After only two or three seconds of eye contact, Hermit Crane nodded gently.

If they could conquer Mount Ling, many of the Heavenly Court's plans wouldn't need to be so radical.

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is a rare find for the Jade Emperor and the Supreme Lord.

Since the two were of one mind, the Jade Emperor no longer hesitated.

With a flick of the finger, the sky trembled, the stars shook, and a faintly shining star fell from the night sky.

A star streaked across the sky, ignited by the heavens, leaving behind a trail of crimson flame.

A meteor falling to earth foretells war.

In the world of Black Myth, the greatest war has begun.

But war struck Lingshan, and gods and Buddhas fought a great battle.

In the Innate Demon Refining Tower, on the fourth floor, in the Drunken Realm, Hu Xiuwu sat by the tea table on the second-floor terrace. Zi Zhu'er brewed tea for him, while a fluffy white bluebird perched on the railing, bringing him the latest news from the Three Realms.

"This is really good news. I didn't expect that sword strike to be so effective."

After that sword strike truly wounded Buddha, Hu Xiuwu had already guessed that this was very likely the outcome.

The great battle between Mount Ling and the Heavenly Court even involved the Supreme Lord Taishang, and Buddha was injured due to carelessness.

With this battle, Lingshan may truly be a thing of the past.

"Young Prince Zhang, don't you feel a little disappointed? You can't personally eliminate your enemy."

Hu Xiuwu looked at the upright general beside him.

It was none other than Prince Zhang, who had parted ways with Hu Xiuwu in Xiaoxitian.

Prince Zhang first led his four generals back to the mountain gate, wanting to ascertain the situation of his master, the Great Sage National Preceptor, Bodhisattva Wang.

Later, not long after Hu Xiuwu left Lingshan, he received a message from Prince Zhang who contacted Hu Xiuwu through the channels Hu Xiuwu had left him.

To repay his life-saving grace, and especially because Prince Zhang was extremely grateful, Hu Xiuwu rescued his four brothers.

So he contacted Hu Xiuwu and was willing to serve under him and be at his beck and call.

Prince Zhang made this decision not only to repay a debt of gratitude, but also because he knew that Hu Xiuwu would definitely clash with Lingshan, and by staying by Hu Xiuwu's side, he would have a better chance of successfully taking revenge.

Although Prince Zhang was unwilling to elaborate, Hu Xiuwu could guess that the fate of the Great Sage National Preceptor Bodhisattva Wang was likely not optimistic. The mother of Angri Xingjun, Bodhisattva Pilanpo, and the headless Bodhisattva Lingji, were both Bodhisattvas abandoned by Mount Ling. They had both met with misfortune.

Prince Zhang's mentor, the Great Sage National Preceptor Wang Bodhisattva, probably didn't escape disaster either.

Prince Zhang's face was full of joy: "My lord is overthinking it. So what if I didn't do it myself? I would be happy no matter who destroyed that filthy place."

"I'm only worried that the Heavenly Court wasn't destroyed thoroughly enough, and that many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas might have been able to survive."

Hu Xiuwu nodded in agreement with Prince Zhang's viewpoint: "Your guess is not without reason."

The Heavenly Court will not destroy the entire Mount Ling. As long as the Supreme Lord and the Jade Emperor work together, they can suppress the Buddha and send him to Nirvana.

The other cultivators on Mount Ling will be forgiven.

After all, due to Hu Xiuwu's actions, the Heavenly Court is still short of people.

A burst of fire struck the second-floor terrace, the flames roaring, but it did not damage any of the wooden furniture or blacken any of the teaware.

This demonstrated the visitor's exquisite control.

The fiery whirlwind dissipated, disappearing like fireflies at dawn.

The center of the flame was revealed, revealing a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and a cheerful expression on his face.

Yes, it was Nezha, who had just returned from Mount Ling with Hu Xiuwu.

Seeing that the joy on Nezha's face had not yet faded, Hu Xiuwu asked, "It seems that you have already settled Madam Yin and Sister Li Zhenying."

Nezha's smile faded: "I never break my vows. You've helped me find a safe place for my mother and sister to live."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Hu Xiuwu said leisurely, "We're not in a hurry. We should wait until the battle between Mount Ling and the Heavenly Court is decided."

"Moreover, we should take this opportunity to visit an old friend."

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"Zhu Bajie, is that the old friend you mentioned?"

Nezha pointed ahead to a black-haired, upright wild boar that was about the height of a seven or eight-year-old child and only reached a person's waist, and asked in confusion.

Formerly Marshal Tianpeng, now Zhu Bajie, the Clean Altar Messenger.

What power does he have to change the balance of power in the Three Realms?

Hu Xiuwu leaned on the Chunzi Sword, which had transformed into a wooden staff, and gazed into the distance at Zhu Bajie, who was fighting against the Yin Corpse Demon General at the foot of the raging Flaming Mountain, and beside Zhu Bajie, a monkey holding a stick and plucking hairs to create clones.

Seeing the familiar movements and the familiar aura emanating from the monkey, Hu Xiuwu smiled slightly: "I've only met Zhu Bajie a few times, so he's certainly not the old friend I want to see."

Nezha looked at the chosen one: "Could he really be Sun Wukong?"

Hu Xiuwu said slowly, "He is not Sun Wukong. He is just a monkey grandson of Huaguo Mountain with outstanding talent who inherited Wukong's ambition."

Nezha said, "So what exactly are you and your second brother planning? Didn't you say you were coming to see an old friend?"

Hu Xiuwu laughed and sighed, "Hahaha, the chosen one is not Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong is indeed dead."

"But the sun sets and rises again, the night is dark and the day is bright, spring goes and spring comes again, flowers fall and flowers bloom again."

"Although the monkey is dead, it may still be able to come back to life."

Nezha said thoughtfully, "That chosen one was actually the reborn body that you and my second brother chose for Sun Wukong."

It's like his own lotus incarnation.

Hu Xiuwu chuckled: "Nezha, Nezha, you still don't understand that monkey. If he could only be resurrected by his own monkey descendants, he would rather die completely."

"He is none other than the unruly Monkey King, Sun Wukong!"

"His return was, of course, earth-shattering and radiant."