Just became the Fighting Buddha, the chat group just came

Chapter 2 Yang Jian and I are just casual acquaintances
[Yang Jian]: "That monkey is dead, who are you?"

Ye Fan: "No way, that's the Monkey King. Who can kill him? Who dares to kill him?"

Meishan, Five Dragon Temple.

The woman stood on the top of the mountain, wearing white clothes and armor, with black hair and a crown. Her beautiful eyes were moving, and there was a hint of anger on her pretty face. Her eyebrows were raised, and she was full of heroic spirit. She was the most beautiful woman in the four continents and a hero in the world.

"That's great! If there really is an evil demon who dares to pretend to be that monkey, are you worthy of pretending to be that monkey?"

A cloud seal appeared on her forehead, and a brilliant light shone from the seal. She slowly opened her heavenly eyes, which penetrated the three realms and four continents, sensing all phenomena, trying to find the trace of this evil demon.

However, no matter how much I sense, and how much my divine eyes observe the three realms, I can't see anything, as if it is nothingness. I can only see the chat group within my sight.

This kind of power is definitely not found in my world. Could the so-called chat group really be something from another world?
Fighting Buddha: "Mercy, mercy, fellow Daoist Yang Jian, why do you have to be so attached to appearances? A flower is a world, a leaf is a bodhi. I am just another me, empty and nothing!"

[September]: "It's actually Sun Wukong! I, the little demon, pay homage to the Great Sage!"

[Little Yama]: "Master, have you also joined this chat group?"

[Dark Myth Yang Jian]: "Stop your wits, you idiot! I see this chat group can open a portal. Since you're Wukong, come out and fight!"

"Oh, let me test your quality!"

"How can you be called a Great Sage if you hide your head and show your tail like this?!"

[Fighting Buddha]: "Sitting upright on the lotus platform, I am not myself, and I have my own opinions. I have long since broken through the stubborn emptiness, free from anger and ignorance, and without second thoughts."

Sun Wukong's face was as calm as a wave, observing the structure of this system. He thought the chat group was quite interesting, with teleportation among the heavens, mission trials, calculation methods, etc. Later, when he discussed the Dao with Yuanshi Tianzun, he could invite all the immortals to analyze this thing together.

"How does this system cross the void beyond the Primal Chaos Sea? Let me study it. Once I master it, I can cross the void and reach the heavens!"

As for traveling to the past, don't joke about it. In this unclear world, who knows what strange things are inside.

Just like the world of "Zhan Tian", Sun Wukong still doesn't know whether it is just "Zhan Tian" or a fantasy trilogy. If it is a fantasy trilogy, there really are transcendent beings of superposition, as well as a group of strange existences.

As for Non-Humans, I have heard a little about it in my previous life. It seems to be a comic. I don’t know much about it. I will use my hair to find out later.

[September]: "Master, please don't be angry. I was the first to join this group chat. I understand this."

"This is a chat group that connects all the heavens and worlds. This great sage may not be the Sun Wukong from your world."

[Little King of Hell]: "I understand this. It's a common tactic used in novels."

With the introduction of Jiuyue and Xiao Yanwang, the little demons, Yang Jian actually already understood the function of this chat group, but she simply wanted to see what Sun Wukong from another world looked like.

"@Fighting Buddha, how come you have the guts to pretend to be a monkey but don't have the guts to appear in front of me?"

Yang Jian from this dark myth world, seeing that Sun Wukong had not responded, unexpectedly learned how to use the tag function without any instruction and continued to bombard him with online information.

The two little goblins who were peeping at the screen were astonished by this scene. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, and they obviously felt that the relationship between Yang Jian and Sun Wukong was unusual.

[September]: "I see that the portrait of the great god Yang Jian looks like a woman. Could it be that there is another female saint in the heavens?"

[Little King of Hell]: "According to unofficial historical records, the Great Sage and the Lesser Sage possessed identical magical powers and martial arts skills. They fought fiercely, cherishing each other and possessing a true brotherly bond. Could it be that the Little Sage's feelings for them have soured?"

[Ye Fan]: "Everyone, there is a god upstairs, it is better not to talk about this."

Sun Wukong was also annoyed. Who dared to make up stories about him? When did he and Yang Xiaosheng have any deep friendship? How could later generations make up stories like this!

Strangely enough, gods are not restricted by gender. Guanyin also has the image of a fish basket. Flowers, plants, fish, insects, dust for hundreds of years, a blade of grass and a leaf can also open up the heavens. Most of the projected others and myself tend to be in the original form of mythology.

Whether in past or present lives, Sun Wukong had never heard of Yang Jian changing into a female form. Yang Erlang, Li Erlang, Zhao Erlang, why did Yang Jian in that world give birth to a girl?
Wait, Sun Wukong calculated that when he was dominating the mortal world and proclaiming himself the Great Sage, he was invited to the Heavenly Realm by Taibai Jinxing. Naturally, he refused three times, but finally, after the demons persuaded him and the immortals and Buddhas came to invite him, he finally ascended to the Heavenly Realm and became the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. At that time, there were also immortals and Buddhas who were dissatisfied with his abilities and came to challenge him. After the young Nezha fled, he invited the Little Sage Yang Jian to fight him.

Yang Jian's transformation was identical to his own, and his martial arts skills were comparable. In order to lure him out, Yang Jian transformed into a widow crying at a grave, while he transformed into a young man and teased the widow, making Yang Jian blush and feel embarrassed.

Could it be that the origin of the classics is due to something? But what does it have to do with me? I am not familiar with Yang Jian.

[Fighting Buddha]: "Don't say that's ridiculous. The little saint and I are just casual acquaintances!"

In the world of Black Myth, Yang Jian saw the conversation in the chat group, frowned, and said coldly:
"If it's really a fake, how can you understand the friendship between me and that monkey?"

"Besides, he and I share the same ideals. How can we describe it as love? Ordinary people, you are so shallow. Is there only so-called infatuation and resentment in your eyes?"

"Love in the mortal world lasts only a hundred years before growing tired of each other. But my friendship with the monkey is a lifelong one!"

Yang Jian spoke eloquently, describing their friendship. She then shared the bittersweet feeling: The Three Realms are devoid of immortality, the Supreme Being is in turmoil due to darkness. Refining hundreds of spirits into elixirs of immortality to continue the immortal spirit cycle, only Monkey Head and I remain...

For a while, these gravity-defying remarks were all over the group.

What is the lifelong anti-heaven alliance? What is it that I am sorry that I couldn't stop them? What is it that only Monkey Head can help me to eliminate all the evils in the three realms? What is it that if you are really Wukong, then come to me?
Sun Wukong, who was peeking at the screen, felt a dizzy sensation. No way, why did he feel a sense of gravity pressing down on him when Yang Jian spoke? It was really creepy.

He quickly ate a peach to calm his nerves. Which Journey to the West world was the Black Myth world from? Why did Yang Jian feel so powerful? A lifetime of anti-heaven alliance, nonsense. I, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, commanded the four continents and considered myself a saint. The gods and Buddhas visited the Flower-Fruit Mountain three times before I ascended to heaven and was called a god.

What heaven am I rebelling against? I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, revered by all three realms. If I were to rebel against Heaven, wouldn't the immortals cry out, "Why is the Holy King rebelling?"

Sun Wukong looked out with his golden eyes, as if he had jumped to Meishan Mountain, swept across Guanjiangkou, and saw the clay sculptures in the temple.

Erlang's Dharma body resides in Guanjiangkou, harmonizing with nature and always adhering to the Dharma. Therefore, this place is peaceful and auspicious, without greed or killing, the people live in harmony, and the incense is prosperous.

In the Erlang Temple, people come and go, bringing incense and candles to offer sacrifices. Erlang promises to bless the families who do good and the virtuous, so that good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished.

Only then did I realize that there are gods everywhere in this world, and retribution is always guaranteed.

On the altar, Erlang is wearing armor, shining with silver light, riding an eagle and leading a dog, with a crossbow and a bow. It is a pity that he is just a clay sculpture and has no knowledge of the Dharma, but it is enough to protect the people from wind and rain and save those who are lost.

Wukong sighed and recalled the past. He did not make any big trouble in the Heavenly Palace. He just liked to make friends with immortals in his spare time. When he visited the immortal mountains and famous islands, he paid a visit to Erlang. He also discussed martial arts with Erlang. They had the same martial arts skills and were evenly matched, but they did not have a deep friendship.

Since the past is insignificant, he is definitely not as obsessed as the widow Yang Jian in the black myth. After all, they are just casual acquaintances.

Sun Wukong wanted to withdraw his gaze and return to sit on the lotus platform in the Flower-Fruit Mountain, quietly observing the group chatting in the void. Unexpectedly, the clay figure in the temple suddenly emitted a ray of light, indicating that a divine being had descended to the world.

That holy and handsome man, with a delicate appearance, wearing a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light yellow collar, with a slingshot on his waist and full of vigor, was none other than Yang Erlang.

The Erlang Shen in this world is not called Yang Jian. Everyone calls him: Little Saint, True Lord, Zhaohui, Qingyuan, Yang Erlang, etc.

Yang Erlang actually noticed his gaze, and he used his profound skills to infuse his Taoist nature with spirit, transforming the clay figure into his real body, reversing the truth and falsehood, and coming in person.

When Erlang Shen came to the world, the people knelt down in worship. He waved his hand lightly, spreading nectar, and then with a radiant light, he sent everyone back home, leaving behind the mysterious temple, as quiet as a blue lake, without a speck of dust.

The empty hall was silent, when suddenly a white light flashed. Among the delicious food and cups, the aroma of peach wine attracted Wukong's attention.

Yang Erlang smiled and looked into the void, but his eyes met Sun Wukong's, his joy clearly evident: "Monkey head, since you are here, why don't you go into the temple!"

"I've prepared some good wine for you, come get drunk with me!"

"Don't say it's strange."

Sun Wukong had no choice but to step onto the light and arrive. He adjusted his golden armor, put on his cloud-stepping shoes, and pressed his purple gold crown. His face remained calm, but he was thinking to himself, "When did he prepare the wine? Do I know him well?"

(End of this chapter)