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Amidst the bustling crowds in the neighborhood, a man with a line between his eyebrows and dressed in a long black robe walked down the street with his hands behind his back.

Young women and married women alike were captivated by him, unable to resist giving him flirtatious glances.

Even some men couldn't help but take a second look at him; it was astonishing that a man could be so handsome that even he, as a man, found him impeccable.

After walking down a small street, you will arrive at the residential neighborhood.

"Oops~"

Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from above, and a bamboo pole used to prop open the window fell down, hitting the man in black robes squarely on the head.

He looked up and met curious eyes from the second-floor window.

"My lord, is there something you need?"

"My lady, you must be more careful in the future."

This handsome man with the face of Erlang Shen Yang Jian is none other than Tan Wenjie.

Since leaving Huangfengling, his journey became more difficult. The monsters and demons he had imagined did not materialize. Instead, the further west he went, the more peaceful and tranquil the place became.

"My lord, please come in and have some tea and rest for a while."

"No."

"Hehehe, is my lord embarrassed?"

"No, but you're not very good-looking."

"..."

Tan Wenjie happily tossed aside the bamboo pole, completely ignoring the woman's unpleasant expression above him, and continued walking forward.

It's true that everyone wants to take advantage of me. This face belongs to my good brother Yang Jian. I'm walking around outside wearing his name. The most important thing is not to leave any grudges. You have to have some integrity when you're out in the world.

"Why hasn't anyone come looking for me yet?"

To obtain one of Sun Wukong's innate talents, he needs to go to the Floating Pagoda Realm to find the Little Thunderclap Temple. To his shame, Tan Wenjie is completely unfamiliar with this world and doesn't know the way at all.

So he came up with a clever idea: he would first appear as the "real and fake Erlang Shen." If the Erlang Shen of this world appeared and wanted to distinguish between the real and fake, he could just fly around and find a way to get to the Floating Pagoda Realm.

If the opponent doesn't plan to show up, then by disguising himself as Erlang Shen and wreaking havoc, no one will dare to say anything.

As for why he used the charred version of Erlang Shen from the world of Lotus Lantern, it's because the Erlang Shen in this world is much less handsome. Since looks are everything, when it comes to asking the gods in heaven for help in judging a case, they might just believe him based on his appearance.

After walking through the market street, we continued for a while and arrived at the dock.

An old man wearing a straw hat was sitting in a small boat sunbathing. When he saw Tan Wenjie approaching, he took the initiative to ask, "Where are you going, guest?"

Tan Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a strong demonic aura. He replied, "I want to go to the Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise to pay my respects to the Buddha."

Old man: "..."

He was momentarily choked up.

"Guest, you flatter me. The Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise is not a place for ordinary people like us. I..."

"Not going? Believe me or not, I'll kill you and make turtle soup."

"..."

The old man had never seen such a shameless person in all his years of life. Not only did they not follow the script, but they even threatened him.

"Honored guest, please!"

The small boat, carrying passengers, departed from the dock.

Tan Wenjie casually uttered "I love you for ten thousand years," transforming the golden cudgel into a three-pointed, double-edged sword inlaid with relics, one halo within another, layer upon layer.

The old man held his breath. The script was probably different from what the person behind him had imagined. This mysterious and powerful figure of unknown origin was probably even stronger than he had imagined.

However, Tan Wenjie's preparations were not yet over. He took pills, drank alcohol, and used various magical artifacts to buff himself. When he stopped, he was completely enveloped in multicolored light.

The food is about to expire; it would be a waste not to eat it.

The old man dared not speak at this moment.

"Splash!"

The waves were surging.

Unbeknownst to them, they had arrived at the sea. With a gentle wave of Tan Wenjie's banana leaf fan, the fog was swept away, revealing the enormous creature hidden behind the thick fog.

A giant tortoise, as large as a mountain, swims in the sea.

Each time, it causes the waves to surge, making it impossible for ordinary birds and beasts to even get close.

However, this small boat was able to cross the waves and approach the giant tortoise island.

"That is..." The old man was about to speak when he saw Tan Wenjie, who was standing at the bow of the boat, brandishing a three-pointed double-edged knife.

The weapon, which looked gleaming and seemed to be made of pure gold, grew rapidly and instantly pierced the bottom of the giant turtle, disappearing into the deep sea.

Tan Wenjie exerted force upwards with his wrist.

"Boom—Boom—Crash—"

The colossal tortoise, as large as a mountain, was overturned, and the ocean, like water splashing and swaying in an overturned basin, seemed to be trying to break free from the control of the sky.

At this moment, not only the old man on the boat was so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold, but even the gods, demons and monsters in the sky and on the ground were startled by this sudden change.

The supernatural power of overturning rivers and seas is far from sufficient to describe this divine power.

Tan Wenjie could hear the experience points fluctuating.

Whatever enemies were on the giant tortoise, once the tortoise was overturned, there was no chance of survival.

Tan Wenjie's current strength is only below that of the Great Celestial Venerable. No matter how many worlds he changes to, ordinary gods are no different from mortals in his eyes, and no matter how many Golden Immortals come, they can only be beaten.

Without a powerful magic weapon, you can forget about surviving in his hands.

The boiling waves lifted the small boat into the sky, then vanished in an instant, leaving it to fall from a height of hundreds of feet.

The small boat did not crash straight down as expected, but drifted down slowly, like a falling leaf.

Holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, Tan Wenjie gazed silently at the distant sky.

The waves crashing against the sky turned into a torrential downpour, with large raindrops pelting down.

A rainbow arches over the island of giant turtles, which lie upside down.

"When will we arrive at Leiyin Temple?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Coming right away! I'll be there soon!"

The old man's hand movements as he rowed the boat were almost blurry; he wanted to get there as quickly as possible and get rid of this killer.

If I remember correctly, there were many powerful demons and gods on that island, but now they have been defeated with a single blow.

The road ahead opened up, and Tan Wenjie's feet disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at Xiaoxitian.

Snow fell on the eaves.

There were Buddha statues everywhere, some with their heads tilted, and monks chanting sutras with their hands clasped together.

Upon spotting Tan Wenjie, they immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed toward him, but in the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie had vanished from their sight.

Did someone actually appear, or was it all just my imagination?

Never mind, let's chant sutras first.

Xiao Leiyin Temple.

The burly man with yellow eyebrows stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Where did this brat come from?" Yellow Eyebrows sneered. "Since you've seen..."

The golden wheel of merit behind Tan Wenjie's head spun rapidly.

With a face displaying the image of Buddha, the image of Vairocana Buddha burst through the Little Thunder Temple in an instant, smashing the roof and towering over the stone statues of Buddhas in this small space.

"Amitabha Buddha." The sound of the Buddha's name echoed.

Tan Wenjie had his eyes closed, but the Buddha shadow behind him had its eyes wide open, and the Buddha's appearance was exactly the same as Tan Wenjie's.

Huang Mei was utterly horrified by what he saw, and the words he was about to say caught in his throat. As a disciple of Maitreya Buddha, he had seen many Buddhas and knew exactly what the other person's behavior meant.

He was nothing more than a fake Buddha who had a wooden disc tied to his back to impersonate a wheel of merit, while the one in front of him was a true Buddha with great merit to save the world, whose golden wheel of merit was spinning wildly!

Moreover, the power of that magic was probably no less than that of the Buddha. What merit or ability did I have to be targeted by such a powerful being?

The Buddha figure behind Tan Wenjie spoke: "Now that you have seen the Tathagata, why do you not bow?"

The Buddhist chant was like thunder, and all the monks in the entire Little Western Paradise knelt down upon hearing it.

Huang Mei: "..."

Wait, you're using all my words!
He himself was a false Buddha, and he did not believe that the other person was a true Buddha.

They're evenly matched; the other side must have used some kind of trick to disguise themselves.

Yellow Eyebrows cried out "Ah!" and tried to pull out the human seed bag to fight back.

This bag is different; it contains one of the six roots of the Monkey King, which can bewitch people's hearts. Ordinary gods and immortals will be affected when they see the scene inside the bag.

Thanks to this treasure, Huang Mei was able to build an increasingly powerful Little Western Heaven.

But the Buddha statue that Huang Mei had deemed a mere imitation had already raised its palm.

The Buddha's Palm looked no bigger than a house, but when Yellow Eyebrows tried to escape, he found himself confined to that area and unable to get away.

"boom!"

He was pressed to the ground by the Buddha's palm, his belly crushed the wooden floor, and his body was driven into the ground.

When Huang Mei struggled to look up, he saw that Tan Wenjie was carrying a bag. What else could it be but his own human seed bag?

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Tan Wenjie ignored him and casually pulled the root from the seed bag.

Without the root of the essence, this human seed bag is nothing more than an ordinary magic weapon.

Every magical artifact or spell has supposedly unbreakable constraints, but when a spell becomes powerful enough, it can be broken by brute force.

Now that he has acquired three of the fundamental skills, Tan Wenjie knows how to obtain the remaining ones, but he feels that it is a bit slow, and since his actions are becoming more and more aggressive, those people might avoid him.

Tan Wenjie suddenly turned around and looked back, and the image of the Great Sun Tathagata formed by his magical power also turned around.

A chubby little monk was standing not far away.

The image of the deity possessed him, as if he were looking at tiny ants.

Faced with immense pressure, the other party seemed oblivious to everything and instead just smiled.

The one who came was Maitreya Buddha.

The Tathagata Buddha is the Buddha of this world, and Maitreya Buddha is the Buddha of the future, but it is hard to say when he will ascend to the throne.

Tan Wenjie doesn't believe there's nothing untoward between them.

If the current leader doesn't step down, how will the next one have a chance to take over? Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a case of Huang Mei impersonating Buddha and building a small Leiyin Temple. It happened once during the Journey to the West, which could be explained as completing the eighty-one tribulations, but now that it's happening again, it's not so simple.

Huang Mei is a disciple of Maitreya Buddha; no one would believe he didn't know.

Tan Wenjie sensed the presence of Maitreya Buddha the moment he arrived.

“You possess wisdom and a Buddha-like heart…” Maitreya Buddha opened his mouth to speak.

Tan Wenjie casually tossed the bag of human seeds back and turned to walk away.

"Does the benefactor desire the potential of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?" Maitreya Buddha asked again. "In this chaotic world, it is difficult for one person to stand against Heaven alone."

Without turning his head, Tan Wenjie left only the words, "I will go and fetch it myself."

After Tan Wenjie's figure completely disappeared, Maitreya Buddha turned to look at Huang Mei, only to see the other party spit out a mouthful of blood, his body being crushed at a visible speed.

"Oh!"

The person was crushed into a meat patty.

"What a petty person," Maitreya Buddha said helplessly.

Maitreya Buddha was helpless to do anything about the murder of his beloved disciple. After all, judging from Tan Wenjie's past actions, he was first and foremost an enemy of all the gods and Buddhas, and had little conflict of interest with Maitreya Buddha.

What a pity for my beloved student. He was a master at doing the dirty work and quite useful.

……

"After all, he is the Buddha of the East. It's hard to say what will happen if we really fight." Tan Wenjie left cautiously. This world is almost completely abyss-like. It's best not to make a move against a powerful figure like Maitreya Buddha if possible.

But it's not so much fear as it seems; Tan Wenjie has more tricks up his sleeve than Maitreya Buddha imagined.

He always thinks about not getting his shoes wet when walking along the river, but if he accidentally gets his shoes wet, he won't care at all. It wouldn't be difficult for him to go all out and make a hole in the world.

Amidst the surging seawater, a golden mountain made of pure gold appeared out of thin air. Tan Wenjie, still dressed as the Jiao version of Erlang Shen, sat cross-legged atop the golden mountain, with a three-pointed double-edged sword lying across his knees.

Meanwhile, in the waters surrounding Jinshan, dragons were swimming in the shallows.

Tan Wenjie knew that after leaving Xiaoxitian, his offensive and defensive strategies would change, and he would no longer have the opportunity to cause trouble for those demons and monsters. Instead, he would be the one to be challenged by them.

Perhaps the Heavenly Court will send a force to subdue them.

Just as he was thinking this, the magic power in front of him fluctuated rapidly.

I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly.

A figure dressed in white, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared ahead.

He wielded a three-pointed, double-edged sword, and rode a black dog that howled at the sky.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The black dog barked wildly when it saw Tan Wenjie come out.

"You stupid dog, how dare you! Get out of the way!" the figure shouted.

He stared at Tan Wenjie, raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, and pointed it at Tan Wenjie: "You have quite the nerve to impersonate me."

Tan Wenjie shook the weapon in his hand and looked at the figure in front of him.

He has a third eye between his eyebrows, and a black dog follows him around.

It is none other than Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, of this world.

However, his original intention was to lure them over. The fact that they came to him was exactly what Tan Wenjie wanted. It was probably because he had previously overturned the giant tortoise island with a single blow, which had attracted their attention.

Tan Wenjie waved to Erlang Shen, signaling him to attack.

"How brave!" Erlang Shen shouted angrily.

As he swung his weapon, it aimed at Tan Wenjie's head. Although his tone was angry, it didn't mean that Erlang Shen was unaware of the enemy's unfathomable abilities.

He used eight-tenths of his strength when he made the move.

"Take this!"

"Bang!"

Two three-pointed, double-edged swords clashed. Tan Wenjie sat motionless, only the weapon in his hand trembled with a "hum," but the trembling subsided as he gripped it tightly.

On the other hand, Erlang Shen was actually defeated in one move.

He slid backward on the air with both feet, creating puffs of white smoke.

His right hand almost lost control of the weapon, trembling and shaking so violently it nearly slipped from his grasp.

After stopping, Erlang Shen took a deep breath, looked up and shouted, "Wind! Lightning!"

Changes in the sky.

"Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, heed my command!"

Erlang Shen's face was full of arrogance, but what made him frown was that the man in front of him remained unmoved, sitting on the top of Jinshan Mountain, calmly waving at him.

"Insanity!"

Erlang Shen looked up at the sky, his third eye radiating divine light.

"Open—!" (End of Chapter)