Just became the Fighting Buddha, the chat group just came

Chapter 3 You came to me to reminisce right after finishing your journey to the West?
Yang Jian jumped off the altar and walked out to greet Sun Wukong. This place had been sealed off by him, and even Roaring Sky Dog and Grass-Headed God were not allowed to come in.

As I walked out of the temple, what caught my eye was a handsome Monkey King, shining with golden light, with eyes as bright as the moon. It was the Monkey King from yesterday!
Even Yang Jian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "What a handsome monkey."

There is poetry to prove it:

Wearing golden armor and shining brightly, wearing a golden crown shining brightly.Holding a golden hoop stick in hand, and stepping on cloud shoes are commensurate.

A pair of strange eyes are like stars, and the ears are hard and hard.It changed a lot when you stood up, and the voice was as loud as a bell.

"Xiaosheng, I am sorry to bother you."

The Monkey King is a god with a noble and immortal body. He has an unworldly temperament, is free and easy, and has a lively and polite manner. He bows to Yang Jian.

Seeing the monkey, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable itch to touch, and his heart was filled with joy. He said frankly: "Five hundred years ago, you made many friends. The immortals, because of your extraordinary speed, would travel 108,000 miles in a single leap, following the sound of your voice, to save the immortals and Buddhas from suffering. They called you the timely rain of heaven."

"When he came to my place last year, I had no good wine to accompany him. I blamed myself so much that I prepared some good wine and waited for the divine monkey to come again. I never thought that five hundred years have passed."

Yang Jian glanced at the Monkey King. Sun Wukong scratched his fur and bowed, saying, "It's my fault. I was busy on the journey to the west and writing the heavenly book, so I didn't pay a visit to Brother Erlang."

"You see, I have just finished my journey to the West and achieved the status of Golden Immortal, so I came to pay my respects to you, brother. I beg for your forgiveness."

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, you monkey!" Yang Jian burst into laughter upon hearing this, patting Sun Wukong and saying, "Look, the wine hasn't lost its flavor. The sedimentation has added more spiritual energy, and the aroma is even more mellow."

"Come drink with me."

The two men embraced each other and entered the temple. Yang Erlang made some effort to carry the Jiayao wine over. The man and the monkey drank and fought, and suddenly they became familiar with each other.

They wrestled with each other, competing in martial arts, fighting shirtless, one won and the other lost, and the two were really evenly matched.

Suddenly, there was a battle of magical powers. One was the sage Erlang, who had attained enlightenment at an early age, and the other was the Monkey King, the sage among stones. Both of them had extraordinary magical powers and it was difficult to tell the one from the other.

Finally, Sun Wukong picked up the jar of fine wine, weighed it, and tossed it to Yang Erlang: "It seems that both you and I have improved in martial arts. Now it's time to compete in drinking capacity."

Yang Erlang was quite pleased: "Hahaha, what a good monkey you are!"

"Among the mediocre people in the world, there are many who are inferior to me, and few who are better than me. You are the only one who is worth fighting."

The two drank continuously for three days and three nights. Finally, Sun Wukong took a look and laughed: "Hey, I am still better."

Looking at the remaining wine, there are still hundreds of jars in the temple. This wine is brewed from peaches from heaven, and it is rare to taste it in the world. It is better to take it back and taste it with the monkeys and their descendants.

The monkey felt the effect and looked around. Yang Erlang was very drunk and he laughed heartily.

"Yang Erlang is indeed the Jade Emperor's nephew. He actually used nine thousand year old peaches to make wine. He is so generous."

"Hey, as the saying goes, if you want to have a good relationship, you have to drink and wash your feet. I, Old Sun, have clumsy hands and feet, so I won't wash them. All the drinks here are mine."

When Sun Wukong exhaled, the wine jar flew up into the air, slipped into Sun Wukong's sleeve, and became invisible.

Then he fell to the ground drunkenly, his consciousness fading, and he leaned against the wine jar and fell into a deep sleep.

Wukong's last thought was, "First, I need to appease this system. I can't let it get suspicious, or it might run away."

【Fighting Buddha sent a red envelope! 】

Yang Jian, Little King of Hell, Jiu Yue, and Ye Fan grabbed red envelopes and each received a jar of fine wine.

[September]: "Thank you, Great Sage. No, shouldn't it be called Victory Buddha?"

[Little King of Hell]: "Thank you, Master. Please come and play with me when you have time."

[September]: "You said the Great Sage is your master? This is not your master at all!"

Little Yama: "Oh, don't be so picky. Look, the Great Sage didn't say anything. He must have agreed."

[September]: "Speaking of which, this Sheng Buddha is so aloof. He joined the group just to say a few words."

[Dark Myth Yang Jian]: "Where did this wine come from?!"

Black Myth, Five Dragon Temple!
Yang Jian raised her eyebrows and slowly stood up. She had the tall figure of a woman, draped in a white robe that fluttered in the wind. She stared at the wine before her, unable to find any clues or traces.

As if appearing out of thin air, the clay pot was weathered and sealed, locking in the aroma and flavor of the wine, and allowing the spiritual energy to settle, making it look like a fine wine brewed from peaches.

“Could it really be the world beyond the heaven, the world beyond the world?”

Yang Jian couldn’t see through it, couldn’t understand it, and even the chat group couldn’t understand it.

She didn't quite believe it. When she opened the lid, a scent of wine wafted into her nose. Yang Jian's pupils shrank. It wasn't the aroma of the wine that was so tempting, but the aroma from the lid.

There is a strand of golden hair sticking to it, which is shining so brightly that ordinary people cannot tell where it is.

Yang Jian could tell clearly that this thing was monkey hair!

There was a fishy smell, she should have recognized it long ago, yes, it was the smell of monkey, more monkey-like than the monkey she remembered!
Could it be that after five hundred years, my memory of the monkey head has become blurred and I can't even tell its smell, or is it that I am also changing?

No longer like yourself?
She couldn't help but lose her mind and collected the monkey hair, holding it in her palm.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew, and the strand of monkey hair was blown up by the wind, floating out of Yang Jian's palm and slowly floating into the air.

Yang Jian stared at the monkey hair in the air in a daze, and suddenly spread out his palms, tightly holding the monkey hair in his hands. Can't she catch it?
The monkey hair flew away with the wind. At this moment, Yang Jian woke up from his dream and wanted to jump up and grab what he wanted.

Everything is powerless, like a dream or bubble, which cannot be grasped, picked up or put down.

She sat cross-legged on the ground powerlessly, her gaze cast towards the three realms. One by one, the people with destiny, with the support of Heaven and Leiyin Temple, embarked on the journey to find the six roots of the Great Sage.

On their way of exploration, they were unfortunately killed by ghosts, or fell under the claws of tiger pioneers, or fell into the human bag...

In order to resurrect Sun Wukong, a group of monkeys from Huaguo Mountain step by step walked into the calculations of the Heavenly Court. While the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Who is the oriole? Who is the praying mantis?
"Oh, for the sake of immortality, one must sacrifice all living things."

The three realms and six paths were all destroyed by the pursuit of immortality.

Immortality is rare, and immortals can barely live for more than ten thousand years. In order to survive, they can only obtain innate essence, kill living beings, and extract divine power.

In order to prolong life and achieve immortality, one must herd all living things, seal oneself in the source stone, and often come out to harvest all living things. This way of prolonging life is really ridiculous.

Yang Jian laughed, his eyes suddenly falling on the jar of wine. He didn't know which monkey had sent this wine.

But they are all monkeys and they like to eat peaches, so it’s just some peach wine with a hint of peach flavor.

I think he is also the Fighting Buddha, and it is difficult for him to steal the peaches again. He can only borrow a peach, dissolve it in water, and get some of the peach flavor.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian picked up the wine jar with his jade hand and gently raised it to a high place. The wine in the jar fell from a high place onto his pretty face.

The wine soaked the white clothes, and the beautiful woman was intoxicated by the wine. She never thought that just this one sip would make the girl's cheeks red, and she was so drunk that she couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood.

Take another sip, and you will be lifted up by the magic power, your body will feel light and radiant, and you will feel the vitality of the immortal platform in your body, and you will cultivate immortality in the void.

The way to immortality is naturally bestowed upon humans, and humans can achieve immortality!

The immortal's name will be recorded forever in the record of longevity, and will be passed down through the ages without falling into reincarnation.

He is well versed in the Dharma, has an immortal body, and is free from all difficulties. His body is covered with clouds, and his steps are radiant, making him look like an immortal king in the mortal world.

She breathed in and out, merging with the heaven and earth. The essence in the immortal platform was boundless, the heaven and earth resonated with her, and immortality was bestowed upon her. Yang Jian was on Meishan, wearing white clothes and armor, his eyebrows were relaxed, and his emotions were inexplicably complicated.

Yang Jian's nose twitched, and the smell of alcohol disappeared by ninety percent. His arms, as soft as lotus roots, seemed to grasp a ray of light. She asked in surprise, "What kind of wine is this?"

"I actually got the fruit of immortality?!"

"The immortality that all gods and Buddhas seek but cannot obtain can be obtained by drinking a jar of wine?"

(End of this chapter)