I am a fairy in Journey to the West

Vajrapani is one of the twenty deities in Buddhism and a protector of all Buddhas.

Upon hearing that the person before them was actually the Vajra of Secret Traces, Master Qianhe and Master Simu were extremely surprised. This was a true deity of Buddhism, how could he have become like this?

Master Four Eyes hurriedly asked, "How did the Holy Monk come to be in such a state?"

The Vajrapani said, “This humble monk was bewitched by evil magic and fell into this Vedic country, where he was besieged by the Brahmans and seriously injured. Furthermore, the Rakshasa discovered his whereabouts and sucked his life essence, thus his vitality was exhausted.”

Master Qianhe asked, "Is there any hope?"

Master Four Eyes also asked, "Is there any way to restore life?"

"There's no saving him." Zhuang Yan said at this moment: "His life essence has been exhausted, his vitality has withered, and his time has come."

The Vajra of Secrets looked up at Zhuang Yan but did not recognize his true appearance.

Because Zhuang Yan's words are law, he can make you recognize him whenever he wants, and you can't recognize him no matter what he doesn't want you to recognize him.

“Yes.” Vajra of Secrets nodded and said, “This fellow Daoist is right.”

Then Vajrapani continued, “That Rakshasa absorbed my essence and blood, which is why he became the Bronze-Iron Rakshasa. From the moment he absorbed my essence and blood, those Rakshasa gods will know of my existence and will soon find this place. So even if you kill the Bronze-Iron Rakshasa, you still can’t defeat that Rakshasa god.”

At this point, Vajra of Secrets looked at Daoist Qianhe and said, "Seeing that you are seriously injured and unable to walk, I, a dying monk, will grant you a chance."

After saying this, Vajrapani opened his mouth and spat out a golden relic.

"This is my secret relic, containing my Vajra Secret Traces Sutra and my last trace of Buddhist teachings. That trace of Buddhist teachings can heal your wounds. After you refine this relic, you will have no problem cultivating to become an immortal within a thousand years." As the Vajra Secret Traces spoke, the relic instantly transformed into a golden light and flew into Daoist Qianhe's brow.

The next moment, a burst of Buddhist light appeared, and Daoist Qianhe felt a warm current flow through his body. Afterward, the wounds on his chest and buttocks healed rapidly and completely.

Master Qianhe sat up instantly, and the Buddhist light gradually dimmed, leaving only the relic in Master Qianhe's dantian.

Master Qianhe first bowed and thanked Vajra Miji, then said, "Holy Monk, I am a disciple of the Daoist school. How can I accept your mantle and teachings?"

“That’s not a mantle, but a gift,” said Vajrapani with a smile. “As long as you are wholeheartedly devoted to good, why bother with the distinction between Taoism and Buddhism?”

Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe stood there stunned, a look of understanding appearing on his face.

Meanwhile, the four-eyed Taoist priest looked on with envy and quickly said, "Holy monk, I am also injured. Could you give me a relic as well?"

Before Master Four Eyes could finish speaking, Vajra Secret Traces lowered his head, and the life force in his body quickly dissipated.

Upon seeing this, Master Four Eyes quickly stepped forward and asked, "Holy Monk, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Yan said, "The holy monk was so angry with you that he died."

Master Four Eyes rolled his eyes at Zhuang Yan, then sighed. He then solemnly bowed to the remains of Vajra Mystery and said, "How can a revered deity of Buddhism be defiled by evil spirits?"

After saying that, he took out a talisman and threw it, which landed on the Vajra of Secrets.

The next moment, flames erupted, and the Dharma body of Vajrapani was reduced to ashes in the raging flames.

Master Qianhe gathered and buried the ashes of the Vajra of Secret Traces, then stood up and said, "This matter is settled, let's go."

Master Simu nodded, then turned to Zhuang Yan and said, "Fellow Daoist Lingtai, let's go."

Zhuang Yan, however, looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and said with a smile, "Oh ho, we can't leave now."

"Does your foot hurt?" Master Four Eyes asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red demonic light fell from the sky, followed by a man wearing a flowing red cloak and with white hair draped over his shoulders, who flew down to earth.

Master Four Eyes immediately drew his peach wood sword and shouted sternly, "Who goes there?"

The white-haired man's gaze swept over Zhuang Yan and the other two, then he spoke: "Did you kill my junior?"

"You mean the copper and iron Rakshasa from earlier?" Master Qianhe asked.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man said, "So it has turned into a copper-iron Rakshasa? Then it really did absorb the essence and blood of the Vajra of Secret Traces. However, you are quite capable to kill a copper-iron Rakshasa."

At this point, the white-haired man asked, "Did the three of you kill him together, or did one of you do it alone?"

Seeing the white-haired man's aggressive demeanor, Master Four Eyes pointed his peach wood sword at him and said, "What business is it of yours if we're exorcising demons?"

The white-haired man appeared in front of Master Four Eyes in a flash. Master Four Eyes' hair stood on end instantly, and he thrust his peach wood sword at the white-haired man without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired man raised his hand and grabbed the peach wood sword, then snatched it away and elbowed the Four-Eyed Taoist away.

Master Qianhe hurriedly flew over and caught Master Simu. After landing, Master Simu felt a sharp pain in his left cheek. His left cheek was bruised, swollen, and covered with blood vessels.

The white-haired man glanced at the peach wood sword in his hand and said, "Why does this have the aura of a Rakshasa?"

At this point, the white-haired man suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be this thing that killed my Rakshasa son? Or was it a copper-iron Rakshasa?"

Master Four Eyes said, "So what if it is?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man casually snapped the peach wood sword in two and said, "Impossible. This kind of thing could not possibly kill a Rakshasa, especially a copper-iron Rakshasa that has absorbed the essence of the Vajra of Secret Realm."

At this point, the white-haired man glanced at Daoist Qianhe, shook his head, and finally his gaze fell on Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan was squatting there, holding a tree branch in his hand, watching the commotion with a leisurely air.

The white-haired man said, "Only you and I cannot see through each other."

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "Why do you want to see through me? There are so many things in the world, can you see through them all?"

The white-haired man asked, "Did you kill that Rakshasa in front of us?"

“I killed him, don’t get the wrong person.” Master Four Eyes said at this moment.

The white-haired man said directly, "You don't have that ability." After saying that, the white-haired man stepped in front of Zhuang Yan, raised his hand and slapped down on Zhuang Yan's head. This slap was so powerful that it could destroy trees and shatter rocks.

The two Taoist priests, Simu and Qianhe, exclaimed in surprise and rushed over.

But all the two heard was a loud bang. The white-haired man's palm landed on Zhuang Yan's head, and then he suddenly cried out in pain. His head was then violently slammed down, and a mysterious force slammed it into his neck, while Zhuang Yan squatted there unharmed.

Upon seeing this, Yomo and Chizuru froze on the spot, exchanging bewildered glances.

But seeing that the white-robed man's head was stuck in his neck and he couldn't get it out, the two exchanged a glance and immediately used their magic to take out thunder pills and throw them at the white-robed man.

The two men's spells and lightning bolts exploded on the white-robed man, causing Chestnut Slope to tremble.

But a moment later, the two realized that none of their attacks had even broken through the white-robed man's protective magical aura.

The man in white let out a muffled roar, and then with a 'plop' sound, he finally pulled his head out of his neck.

He twisted his aching neck, immediately looked up at Zhuang Yan in front of him, and asked with a hint of shock in his eyes, "You just reflected my attack back? How did you do that?"

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "I have a counter-injury."

"Reflective damage?" The white-robed man's eyes were filled with curiosity. He took out a plate of immortal fruits from his sleeve and handed it to Zhuang Yan, asking, "What's the explanation?"

Zhuang Yan picked up a bright red and lustrous immortal fruit and feigned surprise, saying, "True Yang Fruit? I heard that this is the unique immortal root of the Rakshasa clan's ancestor, the Demon Lord Chili."

The man in white stood tall and proud, saying, "That's right, I am the progenitor of the Rakshasa clan, the Demon Lord of Power."

Zhuang Yan took a bite of the True Yang Fruit, and a surge of powerful True Yang Immortal Power instantly entered his body, flowing into his limbs and bones, tempering his physical body's primordial Yang.

Zhuang Yan nodded and said, "I've long heard that the True Yang Fruit can temper the body's primordial yang, prolong life, and increase strength. It truly lives up to its reputation."

Master Four Eyes swallowed hard, looking at the plate of True Yang Fruits in the hands of Demon Lord Holding Power, and said, "Is it really that good? Then give me one?"

The Demon Lord of Power turned around and glared at him. Then, Daoist Four Eyes was sent flying down the mountain by a tremendous force. Daoist Thousand Cranes rushed down the mountain to look for him.

Then, the Demon Lord of Power turned to Zhuang Yan and asked, "What is the explanation for the 'reflection damage' technique?"

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "It means exactly what it says. No matter how you attack me, it will all come back to haunt you in the end."

Hearing this, the Demon Lord of Power was skeptical, saying, "In all my years, I have never seen such a miraculous method." Then, he added, "May I try it again?"

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "No problem, you can come, but this plate of True Yang Fruit is mine."

Seeing that Zhuang Yan agreed, the Demon Lord of Power did not hesitate at all and directly gave the whole plate of True Yang Fruit to Zhuang Yan, saying, "Then I'm coming."

"Come on," Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

The Demon Lord of Power took a step back, his smile quickly spreading across his face. A blood-red demonic light flashed in his eyes, and his killing intent instantly reached its peak.

The Demon Lord of Power formed a strange hand seal with his left hand, then clenched his right fist and aimed it at Zhuang Yan.

That seal is called the 'Heavenly Cauldron Seal', meaning that all heavens are one cauldron, possessing immense power.

The Demon Lord of Power had already attained enlightenment through strength, and with the blessing of the Heavenly Cauldron Seal, his power increased tenfold.

At this moment, he made no attempt to conceal his killing intent and threw a punch at Zhuang Yan. Regardless of Zhuang Yan's condition, the moment the punch was thrown, the chestnut slope mountain ridge could not withstand the force of the punch and collapsed with a crash.

A burst of demonic light illuminated most of the sky, followed by a deafening roar, and then a howling wind swept across thousands of miles.

Even the void within a thousand feet radius was shattered by this punch, but the power of heaven and earth quickly repaired the broken void.

Then, the Demon Lord of Power flew out like a kite with a broken string. In that instant, he saw Zhuang Yan, who was in the center of the storm, still leisurely squatting in mid-air, eating a True Yang Fruit.

With a 'pfft', the Demon Lord of Power spat out a mouthful of blood, then crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Wow, the mountain has been shattered!" Master Simu, who had just been helped up by Master Qianhe, shouted against the strong wind.

Then the two saw someone fall down, and Daoist Qianhe exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be Daoist Lingtai?"

The two rushed forward and dug the person out of the ground. "Huh? It's him!"

Master Four Eyes hurriedly dug up the soil to try and bury the Demon Lord of Power back, but the Demon Lord of Power suddenly exhaled a breath of turbid air and then sat up directly.

Master Simu and Master Qianhe quickly retreated, but Demon Lord Chili merely glanced at them before standing up with a melancholy expression.

"How about that? I told you it would cause damage, but you didn't believe me and insisted on trying it yourself. Do you believe me now?" Zhuang Yan's voice came from behind.

The Demon Lord of Power quickly turned around, cupped his hands and said to Zhuang Yan, "Fellow Daoist's magic is profound and wondrous. I apologize for my presumption. Farewell!"

After saying this, the Demon Lord of Power rode on a cloud and wobbled into the night sky.

Upon seeing this, Master Simu quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Lingtai, this demon is already seriously injured. We must not let him leave."

Master Qianhe also said, "The Demon Lord Chili is a great demon under the command of the Buddha-demon Mara. Why don't you take this opportunity to eliminate him, Fellow Daoist Lingtai?"

Zhuang Yan raised the jade plate in his hand, which contained three True Yang Fruits. "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's gift is bound to do his bidding. How could I possibly kill him after accepting his fruit?"

Master Four Eyes said, "You're so polite, why don't you share a single fruit with us?"

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "This is a divine fruit. You mortals are naturally not fortunate enough to enjoy it. It needs to be processed before you can eat it."

Master Four Eyes hurriedly asked, "Then how should we deal with it?"

At this point, he added, "I don't mean anything by it, I just want to taste this fairy fruit today."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe quickly added, "Me too."

Zhuang Yan laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "Fellow Daoists, please follow me." (End of Chapter)