I am a fairy in Journey to the West

The entire world of Jambudvipa was filled with boundless nine-colored rays of light, and auspicious clouds and propitious energy filled the heavens and earth.

Soon after, three heavenly voices resounded throughout the Jambudvipa world: "From this day forward, I, Brahma (Vishnu, Shiva), will establish the Brahma teachings based on the Vedas and the Great Brahma Scroll, to liberate all sentient beings."

Vishnu is the founder of Brahma, and his title is "Founding Ancestor".

"Brahma is the leader of the Brahma religion, and his title is 'Great Brahma Leader'."

"Shiva is the ancestor of birth and death, and is honored as the 'Original Ancestor of Birth and Death'."

"The Brahma religion embraces all kinds of beings. All intelligent and advanced beings in the world can believe in the Brahma religion and enter its gates."

"Now that the Brahma religion has been established, I, Vishnu (Brahma, Shiva), shall dedicate my own merits to heaven and earth, send down spiritual rain, and bless all living beings."

As the three heavenly sounds gradually faded, countless spiritual rains instantly fell upon the universe, which was filled with auspicious clouds and auspicious energy.

These pure and clear rains fall upon all living beings, healing their illnesses and bringing them blessings and longevity.

In an instant, all living beings in heaven and earth rejoiced, and the number of beings who believed in Buddhism increased greatly.

But for Buddhist disciples like Yan Miaozhen, this is not a good thing. Don't be fooled by the grand words of the Three Patriarchs of Brahma, who claimed to bestow blessings upon all beings with their own merits. For Buddhist disciples, these blessings are not to be touched.

The spiritual rain continued for a full day and night. Only after confirming that the spiritual rain had ended did Yan Miaozhen dare to leave her residence.

Just as the rain stopped, an uninvited guest arrived at Sanhua Nunnery.

The man was a young monk. After arriving at Sanhua Nunnery, he first chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then asked inside, "May I ask if Abbot Miaozhen is at home?"

Soon the temple gate opened, and a young nun came out. She first returned the greeting to the young monk, and then asked, "May I ask where you come from, senior brother? What business do you have with my abbess?"

The monk quickly put his palms together and said, "I am a disciple of Dafayan Temple. I have come to see Abbess Miaozhen by order of the Xuanjie Abbot. Please inform her, junior brother."

Upon hearing this, the young nun said, "Please wait here for a moment, senior brother." After saying this, she turned around and went into the nunnery to inform them.

Soon after, Yan Miaozhen brought the young nun to the gate of the nunnery. Upon seeing the monk, she asked, "You said you are a disciple of Dafayan Temple?"

The monk quickly bowed to Yan Miaozhen and then said, "Yes, Abbess Miaozhen."

Yan Miaozhen then asked, "May I ask what decree the abbot of the Xuanjie has issued?"

The monk said, "I have come here on the orders of the presiding monk of Xuanjie, requesting that Abbess Miaozhen go to Dafayan Temple to participate in the enthronement ceremony."

"What?!" Yan Miaozhen exclaimed in surprise, "Whose enthronement ceremony?"

The monk said, "The abbot of Xuanjie feels that his passing is approaching and wants to preside over the enthronement ceremony for Elder Jinhua. Therefore, he has specially invited the heads of various temples and monasteries to attend the ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Yan Miaozhen was greatly surprised and said, "The abbot of the Xuan Realm is a Dao Fruit Earth Immortal, how could he suddenly be about to pass away?"

The monk said, "The elders say that the presiding monk's calamity has arrived."

Yan Miaozhen was greatly shocked. The abbot of Xuanjie was the most respected monk in Kongding Prefecture. He himself was a Daoist immortal. Logically speaking, his lifespan had not yet ended. How could he suddenly pass away?

However, all the temples and monasteries in Kongding Prefecture, due to the presiding authority of Xuanjie, all regarded Dafayan Temple as their ancestral temple. Therefore, Dafayan Temple had jurisdiction over the Buddhist temples in Kongding Prefecture to a certain extent.

Upon hearing that the abbot of the Xuanjie Sect was about to pass away, Yan Miaozhen was extremely surprised, but she could only make preparations immediately.

Eight days later, Yan Miaozhen arrived at Dafayan Temple. Before her, the abbots and monasteries of all the major temples and monasteries in Kongding Prefecture had already arrived.

The atmosphere at Dafayan Temple was extremely solemn, with the sound of chanting sutras constantly heard in the main hall.

Elder Jinhua welcomed the abbots and monasteries from various places to a side hall of the main hall and served them tea. When Yan Miaozhen looked up, she saw that the hall was full of Buddhist robes, and almost all of them had gray hair and beards. Even the abbot of Xiaotan Temple, who was her best friend, had aged considerably.

The abbot of Xiaotan Temple was sitting next to Yan Miaozhen. Seeing that Yan Miaozhen was looking at him, he smiled at her and said, "Abbess Miaozhen, I remember you are thirteen years younger than me, right?"

Yan Miaozhen nodded and said, "Yes."

The abbot of Xiaotan Temple sighed slightly and said, "I am fifty-eight years old this year, and I am already old and decrepit. On the contrary, you are still young and look like an eighteen-year-old girl."

Yan Miaozhen laughed and said, "I'm forty-five now."

The abbots and other monks nearby, hearing the two discussing their ages, joined in. After some comparison, they determined that the youngest person in the entire hall was Yan Miaozhen, and the oldest was the abbot of Dalin Temple, who was a full one hundred years old this year.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, Elder Jin Hua entered the hall again, put his palms together and said to everyone, "Elders, the abbot invites you in."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stood up and followed Elder Jinhua to the residence of Abbot Xuanjie in the backyard of Dafayan Temple.

The place was already filled with monks of all ages and genders from Dafayan Temple, each with a solemn expression and a sorrowful look on their faces.

Yan Miaozhen asked, "How old is the Abbot of the Mystic Realm this year?"

The abbot of Dalin Temple said, "Twelve thousand three hundred and forty-four years old."

Yan Miaozhen was deeply moved upon hearing this and exclaimed, "What a long time that has been!"

The abbot of Kotanji Temple chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I already feel old at fifty-eight, I can't imagine what it would be like for someone who is twelve thousand years old."

The group waited outside until the abbot of the Xuanjie Temple sat up before entering the antique-style house.

Seating arrangements had already been made, and everyone took their seats according to age and seniority. After everyone was seated, they looked up and peered inside.

The Xuanjie Abbot's two white eyebrows drooped limply, his long white beard had become dry and colorless, and his face was covered with wrinkles like an old tree root.

But only his cloudy eyes still shone with wisdom. He slightly raised his eyelids, looked at the monks sitting in the room, and let out a hoarse laugh. "It's just a small matter, yet I've troubled you all to come. I'm truly sorry."

Everyone quickly replied, "Not at all, you flatter us, host."

The presiding master of the Xuan Realm raised his head and looked at Elder Jin Hua, who was standing to the side, and said, "Jin Hua, is the enthronement ceremony ready?"

Elder Jin Hua hurriedly bowed and said, "Reporting to Master, everything is ready."

The presiding official of the Xuan Realm nodded and said, "Go and check again. The enthronement ceremony will be held in another hour."

Elder Jinhua was somewhat surprised upon hearing this and said, "Master, given your health, why not hold the enthronement ceremony tomorrow? Besides, the abbots and monasteries have just arrived; let them rest for the night before the enthronement ceremony."

The presiding official of the Xuan Realm said, "There isn't that much time left, go."

Upon hearing this, Elder Jin Hua said nothing more, only silently responded, and then turned and left.

After Elder Jin Hua left, Abbot Xuanjie said to the other two monks on his left and right, "The wind is a bit strong. Go and close the door and stand guard outside."

The two monks received the decree, then left their dwelling, closed the door, and stood guard outside.

At this moment, only Abbot Xuanjie and a group of monks, including Yan Miaozhen, remained in the room. Abbot Xuanjie looked at everyone and suddenly said something that shocked them all: "Who among you dares to take over my mantle?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked and stunned. Then, the abbot of Dalin Temple quickly stood up and said, "Abbot, your eldest disciple, Elder Jinhua, should naturally inherit my mantle." Abbot Xuanjie looked at the abbot of Dalin Temple and said, "I am not in a daze. Why did I ask you all to come and witness this ceremony? It is because Jinhua cannot inherit my mantle. If I pass on my mantle to him, my Buddhist sect in Kongding Prefecture will face annihilation."

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled again. The abbot of Dalin Temple was taken aback at first, then asked, "May I ask, Abbot, what has Elder Jinhua done wrong?"

The abbot of the Xuanjie Temple said, "He wants to tamper with Buddhist scriptures."

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room plummeted to freezing point. Everyone had mixed feelings, as the revision of Buddhist scriptures in Xiniu Hezhou had become commonplace over the past few hundred years.

Initially, temples that revised Buddhist scriptures were resisted by all the monks, but over the centuries, this trend has spread throughout the entire Xiniuhe Continent.

Especially after the temples of the five great Indian regions began to revise Buddhist scriptures, this matter was no longer resisted by all the monks. After all, the five great Indian regions are the birthplace of Buddhism and have the most authoritative understanding of Buddhist scriptures and teachings.

Such a thing has never happened in Kongding Prefecture over the years because the Xuanjie Abbot is there to keep things under control. Firstly, he is highly respected; secondly, his Buddhist teachings are profound; and thirdly, all the Buddhist disciples in Kongding Prefecture respect him. Therefore, the trend of revising Buddhist scriptures has never entered Kongding Prefecture.

“I am a stubborn person,” the abbot of Xuanjie said. “The Buddha is still here, the Bodhisattvas are still here, there is no need to change the Buddhist scriptures.”

“If any of you can swear before me that you will always uphold the true teachings and not change a single word, I will pass on the mantle to you during the enthronement ceremony.”

After the abbot of Xuanjie finished speaking, no one spoke. Only the abbot of Dalin Temple said, "Doesn't the abbot have other disciples?"

The Xuanjie abbot shook his head and said, "None of them have the ability to succeed Jin Hua."

At this point, Abbot Xuanjie looked at everyone again and said, "Whoever can take over my mantle and swear to uphold the orthodox teachings forever will become the leader of the Buddhist community in Kongding Prefecture, and will take charge of Dafayan Temple in the future, passing on his lineage to Dafayan Temple forever."

The offer was very tempting, but those present were not people who could be easily tempted; they were well aware of the stakes involved.

Putting aside the chaos that would ensue if you suddenly took over from Kim Hwa during the enthronement ceremony, and whether you could take over smoothly, even if you could, could you alone keep the entire Daebyogyeonji Temple in check?

You should know that at that time, you will be an outsider to the entire Dafaye Temple.

"Gentlemen?" the abbot of Xuanjie asked again, "Who is willing to take on this responsibility for the sake of the Buddhist sect of Kongding Prefecture?"

Silence, a deathly silence. Only Yan Miaozhen, witnessing this scene, was filled with anxiety. She too disapproved of those who altered the Buddhist scriptures.

But she was a junior here, so it wasn't her turn. Seeing that no one responded, she nudged the abbot of Xiaotan Temple next to her.

"Senior brother, why don't you accept this offer?" Yan Miaozhen asked.

The abbot of Xiaotan Temple waved his hand hurriedly, but didn't say a word. The abbot of Xuanjie above, seeing that no one was going to take responsibility, was also full of disappointment.

Seeing the abbot of Xiaotan Temple move, he asked, "Abbot Xiaotan, you are the youngest among these old fellows. Are you willing to take on this great responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, the abbot of Xiaotan Temple quickly stood up and waved his hand, saying, "Abbot, please forgive me. I am getting older and have become somewhat incapable of handling the affairs of my own temple in recent years. How could I dare to take on such a heavy responsibility? I don't think Elder Jinhua will necessarily revise the Buddhist scriptures. I believe he will definitely inherit the abbot's mantle and manage Dafayan Temple well."

The Xuanjie abbot was immediately disappointed upon hearing this, and even Yan Miaozhen was somewhat disappointed as well.

Then the abbot of Xuanjie stopped pressing the matter and waved to everyone, saying, "Since that's the case, then this humble monk will not force you any further. Please go down and have some tea first, and I will invite you to witness the enthronement ceremony later."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They all rose to bid farewell to the abbot of the Xuanjie, and then turned and left the abbot's residence.

Yan Miaozhen walked at the very back. She turned around and glanced at the abbot of Xuanjie, then took two steps forward and asked, "May I ask the abbot of Xuanjie, are you sure Elder Jinhua wants to revise the Buddhist scriptures?"

The abbot of Xuanjie looked at Yan Miaozhen and said with a smile, "Abbess Miaozhen, you are still young. Those old guys are unwilling to get involved in this matter. It's best if you don't interfere."

Yan Miaozhen said, "Master of the Mystic Realm, you only need to answer my questions."

The abbot of Xuanjie nodded and said, "That's right. Jin Hua once mentioned this matter to me personally. I am certain that after he takes office, he will definitely start a crooked trend of revising Buddhist scriptures in Kongding Prefecture. I am his master, and I know him best."

"Thank you for informing me, Abbot." Yan Miaozhen bowed with her hands clasped together. "This junior will take her leave."

After saying that, Yan Miaozhen turned and walked out of the residence. The Xuanjie abbot watched her departing figure, and for a moment, he was filled with doubts.

"I've lived for over ten thousand years, and this is the first time I've failed to see through the thoughts of a young person," the Xuanjie Abbot murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, Yan Miaozhen and the others returned to the side hall. The other abbots and nuns were sitting there having tea, but Yan Miaozhen was sitting upright in a sandalwood chair, holding her whisk.

About half an hour later, Elder Jinhua came to the side hall again. Despite the severe wind and snow outside, he had a smug look on his face.

Upon entering the side hall, Elder Jin Hua immediately put his palms together and said to everyone, "Elders, please follow me to the main hall to take your seats. The enthronement ceremony is about to begin."

Everyone put down their teacups, stood up, and stepped forward to congratulate Elder Jin Hua, who returned the greeting with a smile.

When Yan Miaozhen arrived, Elder Jinhua noticed that her expression was a little off, so he said, "Master Miaozhen, why are you so displeased? Could it be that someone has not treated you well?"

Yan Miaozhen bowed respectfully to Elder Jin Hua, then said solemnly, "Elder, I apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, the whisk in Yan Miaozhen's hand flashed with spiritual light and then suddenly transformed into a golden dagger, which pierced Elder Jinhua's heart with lightning speed.

Elder Jin Hua let out a miserable cry and struck Yan Miaozhen in the right chest with his palm. Yan Miaozhen immediately spat out blood and flew backward.

Elder Jin Hua collapsed, utterly exhausted. The surrounding abbots and monks rushed forward to support him.

The abbot of Xiaotan Temple was stunned by this scene and turned to look at Yan Miaozhen, asking, "Abbess Miaozhen, why did you do this?"

Yan Miaozhen wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "Tampering with Buddhist scriptures is intolerable to Heaven and Earth. I am cleaning up the Buddhist sect."

The abbot of Xiaotan Temple was both anxious and angry. Finally, he stamped his foot in exasperation and said, "You've gone too far!"

The monks of Dafayan Temple immediately rushed forward to capture Yan Miaozhen, but Yan Miaozhen had mastered excellent martial arts skills and in the blink of an eye, she knocked all the monks of Dafayan Temple to the ground.

At this moment, the abbot of Dalin Temple exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! Elder Jinhua's life force has been cut off!"

Everyone rushed over and saw that Elder Jinhua's life force had ceased, and he had died.

"Hahahaha." Yan Miaozhen laughed loudly, "Good riddance! Our Buddhist sect has one less scoundrel." After saying that, she rushed out of the hall.

The abbots and other leaders rushed forward to intercept them, and even Elder Jin Hua's fellow disciples arrived after receiving the news.

Upon witnessing Elder Jin Hua's death, they were filled with grief and indignation, and they all rushed forward to attack Yan Miaozhen.

Although Yan Miaozhen possessed excellent martial arts skills, she was no match for the many opponents, especially since the group included not only skilled martial artists but also powerful magic users.

After several rounds of attacks, Yan Miaozhen was seriously injured, and her plain gauze robe was stained with blood. She was surrounded by the monks of Dafayan Temple in a corner.

Seeing no hope of escape, Yan Miaozhen was quite nonchalant. Leaning against the wall, she looked at the monks who were closing in and said, "You are all old and frail people, hesitant and afraid of losing your lives. You are all to blame for the decline of Buddhism in Xiniu Hezhou. Since that is the case, I will go to the Yellow Springs with you all to make room for those ambitious young people!"

After saying this, Yan Miaozhen was about to step forward and perish together with the old monks, but at this moment, with a loud sword cry, a sword light carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms suddenly flew into the temple, releasing hundreds of sword energies that forced back all the monks of Dafayan Temple.

Then the Plum Blossom Sword spun in mid-air, its sword energy humming softly, carrying Yan Miaozhen as it flew out of Dafayan Temple, then into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The monks of Dafayan Temple hurriedly followed the direction the sword energy had flown, chasing it for dozens of miles before returning empty-handed. (End of Chapter)