Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

After his third rebirth, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's aura had weakened considerably.

He stared intently at the black longsword in Lin Zhu's hand: "The Immortal-Slaying and God-Slaying Blade is the Styx River's natal treasure, which can only be wielded by those of direct bloodline. Who exactly are you?"

Lin Zhu smiled but did not answer, while the precious sword emitted an excited hum.

The blood-red waves of the Styx surged in response, as if in reply to something.

In the distance, tears welled in the eyes of the Holy Mother Wudang: "The chosen one, Master, can you see? The revival of our Jie Sect is in sight!"

"boom"

Another heavy blow struck, and Lin Zhu shattered half of the golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with a single punch, scattering golden blood across the sky.

The Bodhisattva gave a sinister smile, and his shattered body rapidly reformed in the golden light, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye: "Lin Zhu! You cannot kill me!"

The Vajra Banner Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva grinned menacingly, but his eyes held a barely perceptible panic.

In the distance, amidst the clouds, Dipankara Buddha and the three great bodhisattvas watched with ashen faces.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's jade ruyi trembled slightly, his voice strained: "This Lin Zhu is actually this powerful? Even Brother Kasyapa..."

"Shut up!"

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha interrupted sharply, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Why aren't you leaving yet! Are you waiting to be dealt with one by one by him?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a golden light and fled westward.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva exchanged a glance and both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

"go!"

Manjushri gritted his teeth and shouted, and the three great bodhisattvas simultaneously used their escape techniques.

However, as soon as they turned around, they discovered that the Buddha of Dipankara had already escaped thousands of miles away, and his speed was simply desperate.

"That traitor!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was so angry that his Buddha crown trembled: "Never mind him, let's go!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva said urgently, and a clear, cold female voice came from behind her: "Trying to leave? Have you asked my Jie Sect yet?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang, standing on a blue lotus and holding the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, followed closely behind with the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao.

Qiongxiao's Golden Dragon Scissors gleamed with a chilling light, Bixiao's Dragon-Binding Rope moved like a serpent, and Yunxiao summoned the Primordial Golden Cauldron, its golden light shooting directly onto the backs of the three great masters.

"Damn it!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva turned around and used his jade ruyi to block the golden light, but was so shocked that his arm went numb: "You lowly bastards from the Jie Sect, stop being so arrogant!"

"furious?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang sneered: "Compared to the despicable acts of your Western religions in taking advantage of people's misfortunes, what we do is called acting on behalf of Heaven!"

The two sides chased and fought in the air, their magical weapons illuminating half the sky.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Vajra Banner Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was being forced into a retreat by Lin Zhu.

"strangeness."

Lin Zhu narrowed his eyes, and the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda floated above his head, casting down thousands of golden rays to suppress his opponent: "This fellow has recovered so quickly, yet I can't sense any true spiritual fluctuations."

With a thought, the Purple Lightning Hammer suddenly grew larger and crashed down like a small mountain.

When Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva raised his staff to meet him, he was smashed into the ground a thousand feet deep, staff and all.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lin Zhu scanned the battlefield with his divine sense and discovered that Dingguang Huanxi Buddha had already fled far away. A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Traitor, you still want to escape?"

He ignored the Vajra Banner Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the ground and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Deep underground, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of the Vajra Banner rose from the rubble, his face ashen: "Lin Zhu, you just wait!"

His body shone with golden light, and he disappeared directly into the earth's veins.

Thousands of miles away, Dipankara Buddha desperately urged his escape light, his heart filled with astonishment: "How could this Lin Zhu be so powerful? Even the Vajra Banner..."

He felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled the scene he had just witnessed.

The Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, whose power in Western Buddhism is second only to a few Buddhas, was beaten like a sandbag by Lin Zhu.

Although it can continue to recover, it is clearly at a significant disadvantage.

"We must return to Mount Ling and report to the Buddha as soon as possible!"

Dipankara Buddha gritted his teeth, glanced back at his back, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that no one was chasing him.

However, at that moment, the void in front of them suddenly distorted, and a blue figure slowly walked out: "You run pretty fast, long-eared thief."

Lin Zhu stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile on his lips, and a chilling killing intent in his eyes.

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha froze, his escape light abruptly halting. His face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Fellow Daoist Linlin, let's talk this out."

"Who is your fellow Taoist?"

Lin Zhu sneered: "When you betrayed the Jie Sect back then, did you ever think about today?"

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha suppressed his fear and forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lin, there are other hidden stories about what happened back then."

"How about this: you let me go, and I promise not to reveal your relationship with the Jie Sect, how about it?"

As he spoke, he secretly made a hand seal in his sleeve, and a crystal-clear relic was already condensing in his palm.

Lin Zhu looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh? Then I'd like to hear what guarantees you can give me?"

"I swear in the name of Buddha!"

Seeing that there was a chance, Dingguang Huanxi Buddha quickly said, "As long as you let me go, from now on the Western Sect and the Jie Sect will keep to themselves!"

The crimson sunset dyed the sea of ​​clouds red, and Lin Zhu stood suspended in mid-air, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

The Immortal-Slaying and God-Slaying Sword in his hand emitted a chilling light, and where the blade pointed, even space itself seemed to distort.

“Dingguang, you old dog, you’ve survived this long, it’s time to pay your debts.”

Lin Zhu's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the very marrow of the Buddha Dingguang Huanxi like an ancient glacier.

The obese body of Dingguang Huanxi Buddha retreated rapidly in mid-air, his face plastered with a hypocritical smile: "Fellow Daoist Lin, wait! We both come from the Xuanmen sect, why bother?"

"The Xuanmen?"

Lin Zhu interrupted with a cold laugh: "When you betrayed the Jie Sect and sided with the West back then, did you ever think about the ties of the Xuanmen?"

Before the words were even finished, the blade flashed like a cascading river, slashing down with a murderous intent to annihilate everything.

"boom!"

The seven-jeweled golden lotus that Dingguang Huanxi Buddha hastily offered up burst open, scattering Buddha's light in all directions.

His obese face finally showed horror: "You've actually touched the threshold of quasi-saint?!"

His response was yet another horizontal slash.

The blade's energy swept across three thousand miles, leveling the mountains below.

The Buddha of Divine Light cried out and threw out thirty-six Divine Light Pearls, which shattered one after another the moment they came into contact with the blade's edge.

"My natal magic weapon!"

Dipankara Buddha spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and two walnut-sized relics flew out from between his eyebrows.

This is the Dingguang Relic, which he created by stealing the secret techniques of the Jie Sect and combining them with the supernatural powers of the Western Sect. It contains most of his cultivation.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Zhu's eyes.

"As expected, the primordial spirit was refined into an external object."

He formed his left hand into a claw, and the chaotic energy condensed in his palm, forcefully taking the two relics with him.

"No!"

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha's face was contorted as he watched Lin Zhu's five fingers close up.

With a crisp "crack," spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the relic, and he immediately let out a pig-like howl, his whole body radiating a Buddhist light that flickered like a candle in the wind.

Lin Zhu felt the struggling Buddhist power in his palm, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Does it hurt? Back on Jin'ao Island, those fellow disciples you betrayed suffered a thousand times more pain than this."

Suddenly, Dipankara Buddha knelt in the void, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Grandpa Lin, spare my life! This humble monk is willing to offer up the mark of my true spirit and become your most loyal dog from now on! This humble monk knows many secrets of the Western Sect..."

The blade grazed the ear of the Buddha of Delight, slicing off half of his ear.

Lin Zhu looked down at the traitor who was weeping and sneering, his tone playful.

"Oh? Tell me, what is your value?"

"The weakness of Dipankara Buddha! Maitreya's plan to become the future Buddha! And more!"

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha spoke swiftly, fearing that if he spoke even half a beat too slowly, he would be beheaded.

"This humble monk may continue to lie low and report to you at any time."

Lin Zhu stroked his chin as if deep in thought, but the Immortal-Slaying and God-Slaying Blade remained pressed against the other's throat.

"Sounds good. Release your primordial spirit defense."

Overjoyed, Dingguang Huanxi Buddha quickly dispersed his Buddha light, and a wisp of flickering true spiritual fire appeared between his eyebrows.

He looked up with a fawning smile, only to meet Lin Zhu's icy gaze.

"you"

As the blade flashed, a fountain of golden blood gushed from the throat of the Buddha of Dipankara.

He clutched his neck and staggered back, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You broke your promise!"

"Credit?"

Lin Zhu kicked him over and pressed the tip of his knife against his dantian.

"To keep one's word with a traitor is an insult to the word 'trust' itself."

With that, he turned the blade and shredded his golden body.

Dingguang Huanxi Buddha let out a dying scream. His broken primordial spirit tried to escape, but was trapped in the chaotic cage that Lin Zhu had prepared in advance.

The Immortal-Slaying and God-Slaying Blade emitted an excited hum, and dense Immortal-Slaying Runes appeared on its blade.

"This strike is for Senior Sister Guiling."

With a swift stroke, thirty percent of the primordial spirit was severed.

"This strike is for the seven immortals who serve."

He struck again, annihilating another two-tenths of the true spirits.

The wailing of Dingguang Huanxi Buddha gradually weakened, and his remaining primordial spirit began to dissipate.

In a daze, he seemed to see the disciples of the Jie Sect whom he had killed in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation reaching out to him from the depths of the netherworld.

When the final blow pierced his soul, this traitor who had lived for thousands of years revealed a relieved smile.

If only I had known then what I know now.

[Ding! Detected the true spirit of the Buddha of Dipankara has passed away. Merit +80000]

Lin Zhu flicked the golden blood off his blade, looked at the enemy who had turned into specks of light and vanished, and said indifferently.

"It's an advantage for you."

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked towards the eastern horizon.

"Have you seen enough?"

Five graceful figures flew out from the clouds.

The Holy Mother of Wudang wore a plain white Taoist robe, the Three Immortal Sisters of Sanxiao had colorful ribbons fluttering, and the two princesses of the Styx River stepped on blood lotuses.

They landed beside Lin Zhu, the air still carrying the Daoist aura of a fallen Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Holy Mother of Wudang gazed at the spot where the Buddha of Dipankara had vanished, her jade hands trembling slightly.

She suddenly knelt down facing the direction beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, choking back tears.

"Master, did you see that? The traitor has been executed!"

Qiongxiao and Bixiao were already in tears. Yunxiao held back her tears and helped her senior sister up, but she couldn't stop her shoulders from trembling.

They will never forget that it was this traitor who stole the Six Soul Banner, causing the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation to collapse.

Lin Zhu stood with his sword in his arms, his tone unusually gentle.

"Why should Senior Sister bow to that old man? If he were alive, he would be secretly laughing in Biyou Palace right now."

"Senior brother be careful!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang hurriedly got up, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

"His master is very wise."

“I know he’s perfectly fine.”

Lin Zhu shrugged.

"Just kidding. Although that old man always has a stern face, he is very dedicated to teaching his disciples."

As he spoke, he touched his nose, a habitual gesture he made when the Tongtian Sect Leader tapped him on the head with the Qingping Sword.

Bixiao chuckled, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

"Within the Three Realms, only you dare to address Master like that."

Princess Styx suddenly frowned.

"A Buddhist aura is approaching!"

Everyone immediately went on alert, only to see a golden-winged roc sweep across the clouds, leaving behind a blood-covered arhat before flapping its wings and flying away.

Lin Zhu used the tip of his knife to lift the Arhat's chin and discovered that he was actually the Demon-Subduing Arhat who guarded the Joyful Zen Temple.

The Arhat stared in terror at the terrifying figure before him and stammered.

"I...I'm just here to deliver a message that the Western Religion will not pursue today's matter for the time being."

Outside Penglai Island, clouds and mist swirl, and cranes cry out.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was dressed in white, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Lin Zhu, you were too impulsive this time. With two Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Western Sect fallen, they will never let this go."

The three fairies of Sanxiao stood side by side, and Fairy Yunxiao sighed softly.

"Why don't you come back to Penglai with us to avoid the storm for now, and then make plans after the turmoil has subsided?"

Lin Zhu stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips.

"Uncle-Master, Senior Sisters, you're overthinking it. The Western Sect is probably too busy taking care of itself right now, how could they have the mind to cause me trouble?"

How can you be so sure?

Fairy Qiongxiao asked, puzzled, her eyes filled with worry.

Lin Zhu turned and looked westward, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"With the Journey to the West imminent, the Western Sect will not act rashly in order to maintain stability. The loss of two Great Luo Immortals this time will only make them more cautious."

The Holy Mother of Wudang and the Three Immortal Maidens looked at each other, still having doubts, but they had to admit that Lin Zhu's analysis was reasonable.

Even so, you should still be careful.

"It was the fairy Bixiao who said softly."

"Western religions are full of tricks; it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow."

Lin Zhu nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. But right now, I need to go back and check on Xiao Qiong's injuries."

Just then, two streaks of blood-red light flew in from afar; they were none other than the two princesses of the Styx Ancestor, Su Lengyu and Su Ningshuang.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, now that the matter is settled, we sisters should take our leave."

Su Ningshuang cupped her hands in greeting, her voice as cold as frost.

Su Lengyu lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and suddenly took out a sachet embroidered with a blood-red lotus from her sleeve and stuffed it into Lin Zhu's hand.

"This...this is for you."

Before she could finish speaking, she transformed into a streak of blood-red light and soared into the sky. Su Ningshuang shook her head and chuckled at the sight, then bowed to the crowd and chased after her.

Lin Zhu held the still-warm sachet, stunned for a moment.

"Oh, when did our junior brother become so familiar with Princess Styx?"

"Immortal Bixiao smiled mischievously."

Even the Holy Mother of Wudang rarely showed a mocking expression.

"It seems that Lin Zhu has not only improved his cultivation, but also has a deep romantic connection with others."

"Uncle-Master! Senior Sister!"

Lin Zhu's ears turned bright red, and she hurriedly put the sachet away.

"Xiao Qiong's injuries are serious, I have to go back and check on her right away!"

After saying that, he transformed into a streak of green light and fled, leaving behind the silvery laughter of the Three Immortal Maidens.

A bluish light fell upon a secluded valley, and Lin Zhu hurried into the cave.

On the stone bed, Xiao Qiong was curled up in a ball, her once snow-white fur now covered in bloodstains, and her breath was faint.

"Xiao Qiong."

Lin Zhu called out softly with heartache, reaching out to stroke her battered body, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have made that old scoundrel Kasyapa's soul fly to the winds!"

He took out a few pills and carefully fed them to Xiao Qiong, then used his magic to heal her injuries.

Gradually, Xiao Qiong's breathing calmed down, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed, and took out the sachet that Su Lengyu had given her.

The blood-red lotus embroidered on the sachet is lifelike, and a faint fragrance wafts out, bringing peace to the mind.

"This girl"

Lin Zhu shook her head and chuckled softly, then carefully put the sachet away from her body.

Meanwhile, in the Western Paradise, inside the Great Thunder Temple.

The Buddha sat on a lotus throne, preaching the Dharma.

Suddenly, he stopped preaching and looked into the distance with lightning speed.

The bodhisattvas and arhats inside the hall were all puzzled. (End of Chapter)