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Chapter 179 Where is the Great Sage going? He rides a crane to the human world
"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Just after descending Mount Xumi, Duan De and Nangong Zheng said in unison, they looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

"Master Nangong, you also feel it, right?" Duan De put away his playful smile and said seriously.

"good."

Nangong Zheng nodded: "There is Fighting Buddha on Mount Xumi, but the eyes of those ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are not right."

After he entered the main hall, he felt the gazes of many Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas. This gaze was very subtle and most people could not feel it.

But Nangong Zheng was practicing the art of longevity, keeping company with flowers and plants, and being in harmony with nature. This kind of beast-like desire could not be hidden from him.

"Yes, that old bald donkey who has been trying to stop the Holy Prince from taking the imperial weapon, his eyes are extremely strange!"

Duan De continued to add that the look in Moke Ancient Buddha's eyes had never been concealed and the malice was obvious.

The Holy Prince hefted the Black Gold Immortal Treasure Iron onto his shoulder and frowned, "My second uncle told me that this old man is the Great Ancient Buddha Moka. He has evil intentions and loves to convert people to Buddhism with his Sanskrit chants. He was once suppressed by my second uncle."

"Let's leave quickly. This old bald donkey is a Great Sage, and he's being suppressed by my second uncle. Let's leave quickly."

Duan De gasped, "Wow, that old bald guy with a blue head is actually a great sage."

He had just broken through to the Immortal Stage and was half a step away from becoming a Great Sage.

Duan De felt a little excited when he thought about his ambitious plan to dig up his family's ancestral grave.

"This is fate, luck, feng shui, good deeds, and spiritual practice. For this old bald donkey Mo Ke to have achieved what he has today, there must be something behind his ancestral tomb."

The three of them transformed into divine light, and rainbow light shot straight up for thousands of miles, flying continuously towards the east.

The Holy Prince heard Duan De's muttering and continued the conversation: "No way, you really want to dig up his ancestral grave."

"Hey, how rare." Duan De chuckled: "In the past ten years, I have traveled west with Master Nangong, and I haven't moved a single grave."

"I don't even know what grave grass tastes like anymore."

Duan De sighed for a while, a vicissitudes of life appeared on his face: "Recently, a Yuan Tianshi appeared in the Tao, his name is Ye Fan, and he is also my good buddy."

"He's so lucky! With his astonishing origin technique and a bunch of old men, he's dug up a lot of big graves! I heard that a holy place has been built now, and it's full of old antiques. I don't know where he dug up these old guys from!"

Nangong Zheng thought thoughtfully: "What a familiar name."

Nangong Zheng suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered this person: "Oh, I know who it is - the master of the Armed Temple, the Great Immortal Zhenhuang, Ye Fan!"

"Ten years ago, Ye Fan attained enlightenment in the ancient forbidden area. A vision of the Immortal King descending upon the Ninth Heaven appeared. The Immortal King then angrily smashed the Ganlu Immortal Gourd and cursed the heavens three times. Ye Fan then slashed against the Great Dao and became the King of Slashing Dao. From then on, he called himself the Great Immortal who Suppresses the Desolate Land and passed down a lineage of Dao, which he called the Five-Zhuang Temple."

Nangong Zheng and Duan De also heard a lot of rumors along the way. Ye Fan, the master of Wuzhuang Temple, is good at digging up ancient grandfathers, and is even better at digging up other people's graves.

The Holy Prince also told some rumors he had heard from others. The three of them walked and laughed. When they were about to leave the Western Desert, a golden Buddha light appeared in front of them.

The Buddha's light is magnificent, reflecting five-colored auspicious light and coloring the entire sky.

The light dissipated, and the ancient Moke Buddha walked out from it. He clasped his hands together, the skin on his face drooping, his expression unmoved. He murmured, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

The three of them retreated quickly, but they didn't expect that Moka Ancient Buddha would catch up with them.

"Amitabha, Mr. Nangong, you and I have a destiny in the West."

The ancient Moka Buddha released Buddha's light, blocking the three people's way, and then looked at Nangong Zheng.

"I originally wanted to invite you to stay for a while to discuss Zen, but I didn't expect you to leave so hastily."

"Fortunately, the old monk has good speed and caught up with the layman."

The ancient Buddha Moka held a string of prayer beads in his hand, his face twitching and revealing a smile.

"The ancient Buddha is joking. I, Nangong Zheng, have only cultivated this life and attained enlightenment in the way of immortality. I have no connection with Buddhism."

Nangong Zheng knew full well that the ancient Moka Buddha's cultivation was terrifying, reaching the Great Sage realm. He could kill them with a single glare, so he could only offer gentle guidance, not direct confrontation. "Amitabha, Buddhism has its own karmic relationships. Nangong Zheng, you carry the power of the Buddha's vows and your connection with him. Don't waste it."

Moka Ancient Buddha widened his eyes in surprise. The great vow power that Nangong Zheng was carrying was extremely huge, and Moka Ancient Buddha did not expect it to be so huge.

This power of faith was exactly what the other party had accumulated during his ten years of journeying to the West and establishing the cycle of reincarnation. Ancient Buddha Moka didn't know why it was so huge, but it didn't prevent him from converting the other party.

"Ancient Buddha, I have my own path and have no connection with Buddha. Please let me go."

Nangong Zheng refused again, only to see Moke Ancient Buddha smile. He said slowly: "Well, well, Lao Ne and you hit it off right away, but the layman wants to leave."

"Before you leave, let Lao Ne send you off and present you with a section of Sanskrit chanting for Nangong Jushi to practice!"

Nangong Zheng and others' faces changed drastically and they quickly stepped back.

Just as Fighting Buddha said, this hypocritical old bald donkey is best at brainwashing with Sanskrit.

Moka Ancient Buddha sneered and chanted Sanskrit in a loud voice, like a huge bell or drum, or the thundering sound of a tiger or leopard.

Nangong Zheng covered his ears and closed his hearing, but the Sanskrit sound entered his body and hit his soul directly, turning into countless Sanskrit sounds and Buddha lights, washing his mind, washing away the memories of the past, and leaving behind an empty shell of worshiping Buddha.

"I take refuge in the Buddha! I take refuge in the Dharma! I take refuge in the Sangha!"

The Holy Prince and others were bleeding from all seven orifices and were tortured beyond recognition by the Sanskrit sounds, with the mantra of refuge ringing in their ears.

"Convert! Convert! Convert!"

Duan De's face was bitter, and he gritted his teeth: "Holy Prince, there is no other way. If this goes on, we will all be converted. How about we resurrect the Holy Emperor of Fighting here?"

"No!" The Holy Prince insisted, gritting his teeth. "The six instruments contain only the imprint of the spirit. Once they are gathered, they will only revive my father's spirit. They won't be able to fight at all. By then, I'm afraid my father will be taken away by that old bald donkey."

"But this Moka Ancient Buddha should have escaped. Wait for my second uncle to react and let him come to rescue us. Fatty, hold on."

"Damn it, the Great Sage is chanting a spell, how can I hold on?"

Nangong Zheng immediately shouted, "Use the Emperor's Scripture. The Emperor's Scripture contains the will and wisdom of the Great Emperor. Use the Great Emperor's wisdom to resist the brainwashing of Brahma!"

Then he recited a passage from the Samsara Sutra, which he had learned from the Samsara Seal given to him by Sun Wukong.

Duan De woke up as if from a dream, and he recited the mortal magic passed down to him by Sun Wukong. The Holy Prince recited the Holy Emperor Sutra Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art.

At this time, the clouds gradually began to glow with five-colored light, covering the entire Western Desert sky.

Above the sky, a five-colored light bloomed, carrying with it an immortal sound rarely heard in the ages, grand and bright.

The five-colored fairy light exploded, the rosy clouds were like rain, as vast as the sea, spreading over the land of the Western Desert.

"Qiangqiang-"

The voice of a fairy phoenix sounded from the five-colored fairy light. The fairy phoenix spread its wings, and its breath swept across the wilderness, shaking the land of the Western Desert. The descending auspicious aura nourished the heaven and earth.

The immortal sound and the phoenix sound coexisted, washing away the vanity and the Sanskrit sound. The Holy Prince and others showed joy on their faces. They did not expect that an immortal phoenix would be born and shatter the Sanskrit sound.

The Holy Prince looked towards the Immortal Phoenix and suddenly saw a figure sitting on top of it.

It’s Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong sat on the immortal phoenix and descended from nowhere, carrying with him supreme divine power, like the light of Antarctica, dazzling and eye-catching.

The Immortal King Equaling Heaven rode a crane and traveled to the human world.

"Great, my dad is here, you're done!"

The Holy Prince laughed.

　If all goes well, there will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)