Just became the Fighting Buddha, the chat group just came

Chapter 4: Dark Turmoil, Don’t Bother Me!

The world of Black Myth is truly a dark age. All beings cultivate, but only to gain mana, infuse martial arts, and enhance their physical qualities. Such cultivators only strive for unparalleled combat prowess, prone to violent brawling, but rarely cultivate the path to immortality.

However, they have innate spiritual energy in their bodies, which has the effect of prolonging life, so they are quite popular among alchemists. If they can make golden elixirs from them, they will have infinite benefits.

The strong wind blew from the sky, and a wisp of golden hair floated in the wind, slowly landing on a cliff, blending into the huge rocks on the cliff, and making a loud noise.

The sound was as loud as thunder, and its light shone in all directions. In the heaven, the self-proclaimed gods could not help but wail loudly, and the ghosts in the underworld were filled with grief.

Earth-shaking! Ghosts wailing and gods howling!
Has anyone achieved great supernatural powers?
On the top of the mountain, there is a monkey wearing a Taoist robe. He is wearing a green robe with pine and crane patterns, nine-light shoes on his feet, a three-mountain crown on his head, and golden light is shooting out of his eyes.

The golden light penetrated the heaven and shone on the gods. The gods were unable to dodge, and many gods were covered by the two golden lights. Without even being able to wail, they turned into white smoke and disappeared in the heaven.

Then the golden light turned around and shot towards the ninth heaven, with all the evil stars.

"what--!"

The several star gods sealed in the Shenyuan Tianchi were completely melted away like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun after just a few encounters, leaving no residue behind.

The gods noticed this strong golden light, but when they wanted to trace its source, they could find no trace, as if it was blocked by something. The gods immediately understood that a master must have come to punish them, and they no longer dared to shout out loud.

Only a few immortals in the Heavenly Court who were truly advanced in cultivation dared to loudly ask:
"Who is this powerful person?"

No one responded, only their voices remained in the world. The master seemed to be disdainful of talking to them, leaving a few immortals with awkward smiles and hiding in the source of the gods.

This scene attracted the attention of the gods. They were extremely terrified. Who had such magical powers that could emit brilliant light and harm the gods?

In order to alleviate aging, the immortals voluntarily sealed themselves in the divine source, but their spiritual power was still there, so they should not have been destroyed by a ray of golden light, and even their souls were completely decomposed.

In this world, who has such powerful cultivation!
"These two golden lights are so familiar, just like the scene of a stone monkey emerging from the world!"

"But the stone monkey's light is only two tiny rays, far less vast than this light, which is like living beings holding fire, like the mighty power of heaven."

The gods were discussing the matter, communicating with each other through their thoughts, and they all thought of the ungrateful monkey who had caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace!

"That monkey is just taking advantage of his youth to bully others in Heaven."

"But it broke in less than a thousand years, didn't it?"

The immortals often mock you, saying, "What good is it even if you succeed in your practice? We immortals have the power to call upon you, to teach you to cry out to the heavens and the earth, but no one will answer, and you will have to kneel down and beg for your life."

Otherwise, there is only one way to go: death, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no afterlife.

Besides, given the current situation of the world, what good would it be if one had great cultivation?
No one can live forever, and their lifespan is limited. When they are young, they can rebel against the Heavenly Court, but when they are old, won’t they just harvest all living beings and linger on?
"Does the Jade Emperor know the origin of that golden light?"

The gods' doubts spread to the depths of heaven, where the oldest existence in heaven was, the Lord of the Gods, the Jade Emperor, who was worshipped by all the gods.

The Jade Emperor's voice was bright and confident: "It's just that he was born divine, nothing surprising!"

"Great Celestial Venerable, the other party's Qi is not simple. It seems to be born with it, a natural immortal."

Taibai Jinxing added.

Jade Emperor: "If he could have the same magical powers as Sun Wukong, shocking the heavens and earth and making the ghosts weep, then perhaps he would be a problem."

"But, I will always be here!"

The Jade Emperor's voice was confident and powerful. Taibai Jinxing asked calmly, "Will you lose?"

"Will win!"

Hearing the Jade Emperor's confident voice, everyone once again recalled the invincible Jade Emperor of ancient times, and they felt relieved and no longer frightened.

"Has the man of destiny returned to his place?"

"Never."

The old voice responded to the Jade Emperor, but the Jade Emperor stopped responding after hearing it, as if he had fallen silent in the depths of Heaven. The clouds rolled and the sky changed, and the voice just now seemed to have not existed, soothing the anxious hearts of the gods.

The immortals did not dare to disturb the Jade Emperor, nor did they care about their natural holiness. They continued to draw incense and absorb the spiritual essence in it.

Wukong stood on the top of the mountain and used the golden light of creation to test the heaven, but there was no response for a long time.

Taoist Wukong scratched his forehead and said, "My original body is really steady."

"A powerful master with a third-level certificate doesn't even dare to enter a world where immortality is impossible. How can this be justified? Is there some curse here? It will bring misfortune to his later years!"

This deity was meticulous and used only monkey hair to sneak across the world. He used the method of creation, combining his own monkey hair with the stubborn stones of this world to evolve an incarnation. Taoist Wukong served as an anchor, helping this deity to anchor this world.

"Fortunately, this master is not too stingy and gave me the talent of a natural stone monkey. At least I am not penniless."

"Relying on this talent, I can practice well and wait for the return of the deity."

"Relying on my immortal body, I can practice well and wait for the monkey head to return to its place."

At the Five Dragons Temple, a woman in white faced the mountain wind, the wind whistling, the cloak behind her rustled, her beautiful eyes bright and lively, looking at the white mist-shrouded mountain fog, infinite pride rose in her heart.

Her eyes felt unbearably hot, and they opened involuntarily. Grainy black mist poured out, flying longingly towards somewhere.

The woman frowned, and immediately locked one of the six and suppressed it inside her body again.

"How could this be? My mind is restless and yearning for that place. Could it be that my destiny has already been born?"

Boom! Boom!
The sky turned upside down, the earth dragon turned over, the mountains shook, and then the blue rivers in the underworld were filled with the cries of ghosts, and the immortals in heaven wailed sadly.

Even Yang Jian was speechless. The three eyes of the woman in white opened simultaneously, and somewhere in the east, two golden lights shot towards the Palace of the Big Dipper, moving the stars and changing the constellations in an unpredictable manner.

“This is this is this”

The woman in white was surprised and couldn't believe it. This scene was so familiar to her. She had never imagined that the world could have such changes.

How could this be? !
The scene of the monkey head being born in the past is actually happening again today?
Moreover, it is not in the ancestral land of Jiuzhou. If you look carefully, there are barren mountains in the east. How could such a saint in stone be born!

Her brows leaped with joy, and her heart was filled with delight. If it was really the Monkey King who had returned from the disaster, perhaps the plan to defy the will of Heaven could still be carried out.

For the sake of the people of the world, the Heavenly Court must rebel! Lingshan must rebel! The Underworld must rebel!

The right way is to turn the Three Realms upside down, sweep away all the gods and Buddhas who have fallen into darkness, and bring the Three Realms back to life!

Yang Jian's beautiful eyes sparkled as he cast his gaze on the remaining half jar of wine. She had only drunk half a jar, and her body became healthy and light, and she was imbued with the Tao of immortality, living as long as the heaven and earth, and as old as the sun and the moon.

"This half jar of wine can be kept for the monkey-head. It will be used to replenish his life force in the future battle against darkness."

"That's great! There's still hope for the world. We may lose this time, but it won't be too bad!"

"I am Changsheng, Sun Wukong is Changsheng, and if I invite another Taoist friend, sooner or later we will be able to crush all the gods and demons and save the world."

"If necessary, can Sun Wukong from this chat group also come and help?"

Yang Jian finally believed in the power of this chat group, and she tried to communicate with the [Fighting Buddha] in the chat group.

[Dark Myth Yang Jian]: "@Fighting Buddha, I received the wine from you, Taoist friend. It's incredibly magical. Would you be able to show up and have a chat?"

[September]: "Yeah, yeah, Monkey King's wine is delicious, but it has a strong aftertaste. November and I were drunk for many days."

[Little King of Hell]: "That's my master's wine, it must be good stuff."

The two group members from [非人哉] and [大王不喜欢乐] were still chatting as usual, and the atmosphere in the group was very lively.

Yang Jian's eyes only stayed on the [Fighting Buddha], and she was looking forward to the other party's response.

The Monkey King from the Journey to the West world did not respond to her at all.

Yang Jian felt extremely disappointed. She thought helplessly, "Why is that Sun Wukong from another world so silent?"

"Is he having some trouble too?"

"He is now in a difficult situation from which he cannot escape?"

Yang Jian thought of this. If our world is similar, then history will be similar. A terrible idea was born in Yang Jian's mind.

"Could it be that the situation in which Monkey Head was transformed by me is happening in his world right now?"

In the world of Journey to the West, Sun Wukong, who was discussing the corpse-reincarnation immortal with Yang Jian, sneezed.

Sun Wukong scratched his head: "Strange, I feel like someone is teasing me from behind."

Yang Erlang: "Could it be that you, this monkey, have dirty hands, and that someone is talking behind our backs... Did we really drink all the wine that day?"

Sun Wukong's face flushed: "Well, who are you calling dirty hands? Who are you calling dirty hands?"

(End of this chapter)