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

"Go back and tell your master to stop immediately."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Qiong had already skipped and hopped away.

"Okay, okay, Master is waiting for the fish to cook!"

The villagers who were watching all expressed their admiration.

"This little girl is so polite."

"She's very pretty; I wonder whose daughter she is."

The fisherman smacked his lips in envy.

"I wish my daughter was this well-behaved."

Guanyin stood there, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her.

She made hand seals and chanted incantations, her figure transforming into a golden light and heading straight for Chang'an City, not even bothering with Chen Guangrui, who was still rambling incoherently.

"We must stop Lin Zhu. Otherwise, our millennia-old plan will be ruined."

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's residence was brightly decorated and filled with a joyous atmosphere.

Lin Zhu stood at the entrance of the bridal chamber, looking blankly at the red candles and wedding tent in front of her.

He looked down at his bright red wedding robe and touched the big red flower on his chest.

"System, are you serious?"

He asked in his heart.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the 'Marry Yin Wenjiao' mission. Rewards are being distributed.]

[Gained cultivation level. One hundred million years]

[Gained supernatural powers. Nine-Breath Breath Control (Modified Version)]

[Obtained the magical artifact: The Red Thread of Fate (Heavenly Certified Version)]

Lin Zhu felt a vast, ocean-like power surge into his body, as if his limbs and bones were soaking in a hot spring, and every pore was cheering with joy.

His divine sense expanded instantly, allowing him to perceive every blade of grass and every tree in the entire city of Chang'an.

"This feels so good!"

He clenched his fist, making the air crackle.

[Please lift the bride's veil as soon as possible to complete the final ceremony.]

Lin Zhu walked towards the bride who was sitting upright by the bed.

Beneath the red veil, Yin Wenjiao's slender fingers were nervously twisted together.

"My wife."

Lin Zhu said softly, reaching out to pinch a corner of the veil.

"I'll take it now."

"stop!!!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderclap, rang out, and the roof of the entire Prime Minister's residence was blown off by a golden light.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood on a lotus platform, suspended in mid-air, her face ashen.

Lin Zhu looked up and blinked.

"Oh, even the Bodhisattva is here to celebrate?"

"Lin Zhu! Do you know what you're doing?"

Guanyin's voice trembled.

"Yin Wenjiao is the mother of Jin Chanzi, how dare you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Qiong jumped in from outside the door, carrying the golden carp in her hand.

"Master, master! The fish are back!"

She exclaimed in surprise when she saw the large hole in the roof and Guanyin in the air.

"Sister Bodhisattva, you've arrived so quickly! Shall we eat fish together?"

When Guanyin saw the fish in Xiao Qiong's hand and then the bride sitting on the bed, her face turned from green to white.

“It’s too late.”

Lin Zhu grinned and lifted Yin Wenjiao's veil without hesitation.

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

The once clear sky over Chang'an suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

A crack that stretched across the sky slowly appeared, as if the sky had been torn open.

Guanyin looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with terror.

"A rift in the Heavenly Dao? How is that possible?"

The black demonic energy surged in like a tide, instantly enveloping Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She had just raised the pure glass bottle in her hand, and before the sweet dew inside could be poured out, she was plunged into a chaotic, dark space.

"This is."

Guanyin Bodhisattva's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She made a hand seal, but found that the magical power in her body was like solidified mud, and she could not mobilize it at all.

In the dark space, demonic energy surged like a dragon, and countless hideous faces could be vaguely seen floating within it.

Guanyin Bodhisattva attempted to use the communication talisman bestowed by the Buddha, but the golden talisman vanished as soon as it appeared, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

"A space that separates the three realms?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression finally changed.

"Could it be a quasi-saint level expert making a move?"

Her mind raced, and she suddenly remembered that Buddha had said he could not foresee Yin Wenjiao's situation. At the time, he only said that a great calamity was approaching and the secrets of heaven were in chaos. Now it seemed that there was probably another hidden story.

"Within the Three Realms, apart from a few saints, there are only a handful of quasi-saints who possess such abilities."

Guanyin Bodhisattva moved lightly with her lotus steps, only to find that she could not even perform the most basic cloud-riding technique.

"But they all have different identities, how could they have cultivated such pure demonic arts?"

A terrifying thought arose in her mind: Could it be that a great demon beyond the Three Realms is secretly causing trouble?

Thinking of this, even someone as composed as Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

With the great calamity of the Journey to the West approaching, if such a being were to intervene, even the plans of the sages might be disrupted.

"Just who is Lin Zhu, this boy?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva muttered to herself, trying various methods to break the seal, but all of them were like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without any reaction.

Time passed in the darkness, and for the first time, Guanyin Bodhisattva experienced the feeling of each day being an eternity.

As dawn broke and the first rooster crowed in the distance, the demonic aura surrounding her receded like a tide.

"not good!"

As soon as Guanyin Bodhisattva was freed from her predicament, she immediately rode on auspicious clouds and headed straight for the Prime Minister's residence, her heart filled with extreme anxiety.

"Hopefully, it's not too late to stop it."

However, when she arrived at the Prime Minister's residence, the bridal chamber was already empty.

Guanyin Bodhisattva waved her jade hand lightly, and a golden light swept across the bed, instantly turning her face deathly pale.

"A marriage line of the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"How can this be?"

The thread of fate was entwined with a faint demonic aura, yet it was incredibly strong; even with her quasi-saint cultivation, she couldn't budge it in the slightest.

Guanyin Bodhisattva closed her eyes and sensed that Lin Zhu's aura had disappeared from the Three Realms.

"We must report this to the Buddha immediately!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva acted decisively, transforming into a golden ray of light and heading straight for the Western Paradise.

Meanwhile, in a desolate mountain a hundred miles outside Chang'an, Lin Zhu sat cross-legged on a blue stone with his eyes closed.

"System, bring up the properties panel."

He meditated in his heart.

[Host: Lin Zhu]

[Cultivation level: One hundred million years of cultivation (automatically converted to early stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal)]

[Supernatural Power. Modified Nine-Breath Qi Cultivation Technique (Daily check-in doubles cultivation points)]

[Current Task: Find the reincarnated spirit of Jin Chanzi]

Lin Zhu opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.

"I never expected that after transmigrating to the Journey to the West world, I would be bound to such an incredible system."

He recalled the scene in the bridal chamber last night, and a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Originally just a lowly retainer in the Prime Minister's mansion, he awakened his past life memories the moment he lifted Yin Wenjiao's veil. He was actually a time traveler from the 21st century!
"The system says this is the eve of the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West, and it wants me to replace Jin Chanzi as the pilgrim?"

Lin Zhu stood up and patted the dust off his robes.

"interesting."

With a thought, his surging magical power flowed within him, and he transformed into a streak of light, soaring straight into the heavens.

"Let's go to the underworld and find Jin Chanzi's primordial spirit first."

Lin Zhu pondered as he flew.

According to the original novel, Jin Chanzi should have reincarnated nine times already, so this should be the tenth incarnation of Tang Sanzang.

Suddenly, he frowned and stopped abruptly in mid-air.

"This aura"

Lin Zhu sensed a familiar demonic aura emanating from the forest below, identical to the demonic aura that had trapped Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"The South China Sea eye? No, it's even purer than that."

He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go to the underworld as planned. After all, the system mission took priority, and his intuition told him that this demonic energy and his transmigration were not a coincidence.

"Who cares? Anyway, with a hundred million years of cultivation as a foundation, I can fight even if I encounter Tathagata."

Lin Zhu comforted himself and increased his speed again, arriving at the entrance to the Netherworld in the blink of an eye.

The city of Fengdu was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

The bull-headed and horse-faced guards were about to stop someone from trespassing when Lin Zhu gave them a look that froze them in place.

"A...a Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

The bull stammered, nearly dropping the steel fork in its hand.

Lin Zhu ignored these minor characters and barged straight into the Hall of Hell.

The Ten Kings of Hell were in the middle of a meeting when someone intruded and they all glared angrily at them.

"Who goes there, daring to do this?"

Before King Qin Guang could finish speaking, he was rendered speechless by the oppressive aura emanating from Lin Zhu.

"I ask, you answer."

Lin Zhu stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm yet unquestionable.

Where is the reincarnated spirit of Jin Chanzi now?

The ten Kings of Hell looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally King Yama answered with a forced smile.

"Your Excellency, please be wise! Jin Chanzi was the second disciple of Buddha, and his reincarnations are not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld."

"Ok?"

Lin Zhu frowned, his oppressive aura intensified, and the entire Yama Palace began to shake.

"Immortal, please calm your anger!"

King Yama quickly said.

"Although there are no records in the underworld, I have heard that after the death of Jin Chanzi's ninth incarnation, his primordial spirit did not reincarnate as usual, but was taken away by the Western Paradise."

Lin Zhu's heart stirred.

"The guide left? When did that happen?"

About three months ago.

King Yama wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"At that time, Buddha's light shone throughout the underworld, creating a magnificent spectacle."

Three months ago? Wasn't that the time when he transmigrated to this world? Lin Zhu felt that things were getting increasingly strange.

Just as he was about to press for more information, he suddenly sensed a powerful Buddhist force approaching the underworld.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva? She arrived so quickly."

Lin Zhu sneered and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

A moment later, Guanyin Bodhisattva descended upon the Yama Palace on her lotus throne. Seeing that all ten Yama Kings were pale-faced, she couldn't help but ask...

Has anyone been here just now?

"Reporting to the Bodhisattva, indeed a Great Immortal has come to inquire about the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi."

King Yama reported the truth.

Upon hearing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression became even more solemn.

Where did he go?

"I don't know, but that immortal has suddenly disappeared."

Guanyin Bodhisattva calculated with her fingers, but found that the secrets of heaven were in chaos and she could not deduce Lin Zhu's whereabouts at all.

She sighed inwardly, realizing that she had no choice but to return to Mount Ling to report to the Buddha.

Inside the Great Thunder Temple, golden lotuses bloom everywhere, and the Buddha's light shines brightly.

Five hundred Arhats stood on either side, and eight great Bodhisattvas sat on lotus thrones, filling the entire Pure Land with an atmosphere of peace and solemnity.

However, today, the Buddha, who sat in the center, had a slight frown on his brow, and the prayer beads in his hand were spinning rapidly.

“Ananda.”

The Buddha suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of anxiety.

"How long has Guanyin been gone?"

Venerable Ananda, who was standing to the side, put his hands together in prayer.

"Reporting to Buddha, it has been three hours."

The Buddha paused in his prayer beads, his golden eyes filled with unease.

"The Great Tribulation of Journey to the West is crucial to the great prosperity of our Buddhism, and the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi cannot be lost. Guanyin's journey was only to stop Lin Zhu from devouring the Dragon King of Hongjiang, so why has it been delayed for so long?"

"Buddha, please be at ease."

Ananda gently comforted him.

"With the great power of Guanyin Bodhisattva and the protection of the Jade Vase, she will surely be able to complete the mission smoothly."

The Buddha sighed softly, and was about to speak when suddenly the Buddha's light outside the Great Thunderclap Temple fluctuated violently.

A white figure stumbled in; it was none other than the usually dignified and elegant Guanyin Bodhisattva.

At this moment, her hair was slightly disheveled, and the willow branch in the jade vase had wilted a bit.

"Buddha! Something terrible has happened!"

Guanyin's voice was urgent, completely losing its usual composure.

The entire Great Thunder Temple fell silent instantly.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas looked at each other in dismay, never having seen Guanyin so out of control.

The rosary in the Buddha's hand snapped with a "crack," and the 108 Bodhi seeds rolled off the lotus platform.

"Why are you panicking?"

Guanyin, however, could not hide the tremor in her voice.

"The journey to the West has encountered a major problem! Yin Wenjiao, the mother of the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, has been married by Lin Zhu!"

"what?!"

The Buddha suddenly stood up from the lotus platform, his body radiating a powerful aura that caused the beams and pillars of the Great Thunderclap Temple to vibrate.

"How can this be!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva cried out in surprise.

"Yin Wenjiao is destined to marry Chen Guangrui; it is the will of Heaven!"

Guanyin smiled bitterly.

But the embroidered ball just happened to hit Lin Zhu.

The Great Thunderclap Temple immediately erupted in chaos.

The Arhats whispered among themselves, the Bodhisattvas looked surprised, and even the usually composed Samantabhadra Bodhisattva couldn't help but try to calculate with his fingers, but all he saw was chaos.

"quiet!"

The Buddha's shout resounded throughout the three realms.

Once the hall had quieted down, he asked in a deep voice.

"Guanyin, please explain in detail."

Guanyin composed herself and began to speak.

"This disciple was sent by Buddha to stop Lin Zhu from devouring the Dragon King of Hongjiang, but by the time I arrived, the Dragon King had already been killed. I then tried to stop the fisherman from killing the fish, but who knew..."

At this point, Guanyin's face showed helplessness.

"The little girl Xiao Qiong beside Lin Zhu was incredibly strong, able to entangle with the disciple. And the fisherman, seeing how cute Xiao Qiong was, insisted on killing the fish no matter how the disciple threatened him or how Chen Guangrui tried to lure him with gold and silver."

The Buddha's brows were furrowed.

"What does this have to do with Yin Wenjiao?"

"I learned from Chen Guangrui that Yin Wenjiao originally intended to choose a husband by throwing a bridal bouquet, and the intended recipient was Chen Guangrui."

Guanyin's tone was strange.

"But when Yin Wenjiao saw Lin Zhu upstairs, she was so captivated by his appearance that she threw her embroidered ball directly at him."

"absurd!"

The Buddha, enraged to the point of anger, laughed instead.

"Can mere appearances really disrupt the secrets of heaven?"

Guanyin nodded helplessly.

"The disciple rushed back to the Yin residence to stop the wedding, but was trapped by a mysterious demonic aura and could not move. By the time the disciple escaped, the wedding had already taken place, and Lin Zhu was already the father of Jin Chanzi."

The hall erupted in commotion once more. The fourth Buddha, Krishnamurti, couldn't help but question it.

"Venerable Guanyin, are you saying that the Lin siblings disrupted the heavenly secrets based solely on their appearance? This...this is too much!"

"Outrageous!"

The Bodhisattva Weituo, who was standing nearby, spoke up and slammed his vajra heavily on the ground.

"Since the beginning of time, I have never heard of anyone being able to change their fate based on their face!"

Guanyin's bitter smile deepened.

"At first, I didn't believe it either, but Lin Zhu's appearance was truly indescribable. Yin Wenjiao fell in love at first sight, and the embroidered ball flew to him on its own. Even Yin Kaishan couldn't stop his daughter."

The Buddha's face turned ashen, and the Buddha's light around him transformed into raging flames.

"What a Lin Zhu! He has gone too far in bullying our Buddhist sect! This is a crime of treason, and even the Jade Emperor cannot protect him!"

"Buddha, please calm your anger."

Guanyin quickly offered some words of advice. (End of Chapter)