I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 10 Laojun, do you really want me to die today?
In the land of Tianhe, there is a rough-looking man with a full beard and his eyelids slightly drooping as he takes a nap.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and punched behind him.

The punch was so fierce, and the man who was pretending to be asleep jumped up so quickly that an ordinary person could not react at all.

However, the fist was not completely thrown out and was entangled by silver threads. Laojun looked at Marshal Tianpeng with interest.

"Laojun!"

Tianpeng was also stunned. Why did this person suddenly come to his residence? And showed up in such a way as to attack and kill him?
The reason why Tianpeng took action before was because he sensed a huge murderous intent.

"The peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal? The Marshal is only half a step away from Daluo Golden Immortal. This is truly cause for celebration!"

"Old Master, please don't make fun of me. From Taiyi Jinxian to Daluo Jinxian, this half step is something I may never have the chance to achieve in this lifetime."

Nowadays, the spiritual energy in the three realms is thin, and the barrier between the human world and the heavenly world is becoming increasingly solid. If no more Taoist magic is passed down in the human world, I am afraid that in the near future, the barrier between the human world and the heavenly world will completely turn into a barrier.

At that time, the difficulty for creatures in the human world to cultivate and become immortals will increase ten thousand times. Of course, this is not something Marshal Tianpeng can worry about.

Just talking about his realm breakthrough, without the blessing of merit or incense offerings, he would have stopped at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal in this lifetime.

"Marshal Tianpeng, why should you underestimate yourself? Now that the catastrophe has restarted, there is always a chance to make further progress."

The information hidden in Laojun's words was too horrifying. Marshal Tianpeng was stunned for a long time before he burst into laughter.

"The old man knows how to joke!"

Marshal Tianpeng laughed heartily, but he stopped laughing because Laojun was still looking at him with a smile.

“If there is such an opportunity, Tianpeng will go all out and be Laojun’s vanguard.” Marshal Tianpeng has served under the Emperor Ziwei for many years, and he was able to fight for the position of guarding the Tianhe River not entirely by being reckless.

"There is a Zen master in the mortal world who would like to invite Marshal Tianpeng to learn from him!"

Laojun spread out his palm, and the nine-toothed rake left by Ye Xuantian emerged.

But at this moment, the Nine-toothed Rake was full of fierce power, just as the saying goes:
This is forged from divine iron, polished to a brilliant sheen. Laojun himself wields the hammer, and Yinghuo himself adds the charcoal. This creates the nine-toothed jade fang and the double-ringed golden pendant leaf.

The power of the catastrophe is extraordinary. In Laojun's eyes, the nine-toothed rake left by Ye Xuantian is indeed too inferior. Fortunately, the raw materials are good, and Laojun only needs to polish it slightly to make it a complete magic weapon.

"Good weapon!" Tianpeng was attracted by it at first sight.

"There is a mountain in the lower world called Futu. As long as the Marshal can keep him on Futu Mountain, this Nine-toothed Rake will be yours!"

"I wonder how good that Zen master's cultivation is?" Marshal Tianpeng reached out towards the Nine-toothed Rake.

As soon as Marshal Tianpeng's hand touched the rake, he heard Laojun utter four words lightly: Quasi-saint perfection.

Whoosh!
Marshal Tianpeng withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Laojun, although this weapon is good, you still need a life to get it, right? Quasi-Saint Perfection, why don't you just say it's the Saint's clone?"

"The Marshal is truly intelligent, he is indeed the incarnation of a saint!"

Tianpeng couldn't hold it in any longer. "Laojun, you and I have no grudges in the past or in the present, why do you insist on sending me to my death?"

"If I really wanted you to die, I would definitely not give you this Nine-toothed Rake! With this Nine-toothed Rake, you can fight even an early-stage Quasi-Saint."

"But the saint's clone is a perfect quasi-saint!" Marshal Tianpeng muttered.

"Hahaha, that's why I just asked you to go and spar with me. Besides, Marshal Tianpeng is now in charge of the Tianhe Navy. He holds an official position, so that person wouldn't dare to kill you!"

"I've talked about the benefits, but what about the disadvantages?"

Just by exchanging two moves with the saint's clone, one can reach the Golden Immortal of Daluo. Tianpeng doesn't think that such a good thing will come without a price.

"do not know!"

Forehead?
In Gao Village, Marshal Tianpeng packed his bags, looking speechless.

At that time, Laojun talked about the advantages but did not mention the disadvantages. Given his nature, he was actually unwilling to get involved, but he had no choice because the Nine-toothed Rake was really to his liking.

So, he came down to the mortal world.

The place where he was now was very close to Mount Futu. The landlords here were mostly kind and didn't care at all that he was a stranger. They ensured that he had a full meal every day.

If he hadn't received Laojun's instructions this time, he really planned to stay here for a while.

Guarding the Tianhe River seems to be a heavy responsibility, and it is indeed so. However, the Conferred God Ceremony has just ended, the Three Realms are stable, and the four seas are at peace. Every day is boring and tedious.

But as the Bodhi Patriarch of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain took out the Bodhi branch, the jade slip in his hand shattered, and he knew that it was time for him to leave.

"Old man, please don't see me off! I've been bothering you for so many days. It's time to go, it's time to go!"

Tianpeng put on his backpack, picked up the nine-toothed rake, and waved to the old man at the door.

The old man was wearing fine silk clothes, and his belly was slightly bulging, making him look a little wealthy. Next to him was a woman, whose light blue coat made her look brighter, and she was also wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Since Tianpeng came to Gao Village, although he ate more every day, he also did more hard work. In the past, he had to hire dozens of farmhands to do the work, but now he did it all by himself.

"I really can't bear to leave you. Can't you stay a little longer?" The old lady was not as straightforward as her daughter, but her eyes were also red.

We will have to spend more money to hire a long-term worker in the future. It’s a waste of such a good laborer.

"Hahaha, I won't stay any longer, I won't stay any longer! All good things must come to an end. If we're destined to be together again, maybe I'll be reincarnated into your family and we can meet again."

The old man kept spitting.

"Pah, pah, pah, you keep saying such depressing things. Just look at my character. If we can meet again thousands of years later, I promise that even if you turn into a pig's head, I will still accept you!"

"Hahaha! The old man is so magnanimous, so magnanimous!" Tianpeng didn't care. The nonsense in the secular world was not counted.

His figure gradually walked away, and he had no idea that the joke he made would come true in the future. This is a story for later.

The place where Futu Mountain is located is truly a wonderful place. Although the forest is not deep, there are elks hiding in it. The trees are not tall, but occasionally phoenixes linger in the sky.

The mysteries hidden in these mountains are beyond words. It is only said that in the deepest part of the forest, there is a bird's nest, and lotus flowers grow out of thin air on both sides. It is really weird.

There is a person on the lotus, reciting the Heart Sutra: When practicing deep Prajnaparamita, one will see that the five aggregates are empty and overcome all suffering...

The faint sound of Sanskrit makes people want to worship.

Tianpeng had just stepped into the border of Mount Futu and felt drowsy. He found a stone and lay down.

“It’s truly a great place to sleep!”

The snoring sound gradually sounded, and the sound waves spread out like ripples on the water. After a while, it completely covered the Futu Mountain and gradually merged with the Sanskrit sound.

At the same time, on the Fangcun Mountain, Patriarch Bodhi took out a Bodhi branch, and Zen Master Wuchao on the bird's nest suddenly stood up and wanted to go west.

Zen Master Wuchao narrowed his eyes and stared at his own temple carefully.

A thin layer of mist had enveloped Mount Futu at some point, and as the master of this Taoist temple, he had not noticed it at all.

The highest good is like water; water benefits all things without contention!
He combined the power of sound waves with his own Buddhist chants, and then deployed a water barrier to surround the place. This silent and effective method was truly powerful.

"Well done, well done!" Zen Master Wuchao put his hands together.

It seems that the two saints from the West have been silent for too long, and now all kinds of people dare to meddle.

The next moment, Zen Master Wu Chao appeared behind Marshal Tian Peng, his hand gently extended, ready to press on Marshal Tian Peng's head. "Good understanding, good tactics, benefactor, I have a connection with the West!"

Marshal Tianpeng's eyes suddenly opened, and the nine-toothed rake appeared in his hand, smashing straight down behind him.

boom!
hum!
With a loud bang, the Nine-toothed Rake landed on the golden barrier.

A layer of golden light surged in the palm of Zen Master Wuchao's palm, blocking the rake.

Gudong!

Marshal Tianpeng swallowed subconsciously.

This Zen master is definitely the incarnation of the Saint Jie Yin. This feeling is too familiar.

With just one sentence, the donor had a connection with the West, and I almost made him convert. Only the two saints in the West could do this.

Tianpeng moved his feet slightly and retreated quickly, unable to hide his horror. The Zen Master Wuchao had not even made a seal, but he had already used the Golden Bell Cover. The difference was huge!
The corners of Zen Master Wuchao's mouth curled up slightly.

He is just a perfect Taiyi Golden Immortal. It won’t take much time to take him in. Brother, you are old now. Are your moves so clumsy now?

Zen Master Wuchao could tell at a glance who had made the nine-toothed rake in Marshal Tianpeng's hand.

"I have a secret method for immortality in the West. If you become my disciple, I will teach you how to reach eternal bliss. Come, become my disciple!"

The alluring power of Zen Master Wuchao's voice was hard to conceal. At that moment, Tianpeng felt as if every blade of grass and every tree had transformed into a monk, each one chanting: "When practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, one will see that the five aggregates are empty and transcend all suffering..."

The murmuring of Buddhist chants is like listening to childhood songs in the arms of one’s mother.

Tianpeng already felt a stronger sense of conversion in his heart, and he wanted to close his eyes and chant with the monks here.

At this moment, the nine-toothed rake in his hand suddenly emitted a chill.

The magic weapon is spiritual and should protect its master!
Tianpeng came back to his senses instantly, his eyes regained focus, and Zen Master Wuchao's palm fell towards his head.

The immortal touches my head!
"How dare you, bald ass!"

Tianpeng poured all his magical power into the Nine-toothed Rake and smashed it hard at Zen Master Wuchao.

As the Nine-toothed Rake fell, the space seemed to collapse, and the nine teeth emitted a dazzling golden light, as if all the gods were attacking at the same time.

"Damn it!"

Zen Master Wuchao cursed inwardly, but was not afraid. With a wave of his hand, the bird's nest appeared in front of him and turned into a huge net, blocking the Nine-toothed Rake.

That’s not all. The dead branches of the bird’s nest seemed to come alive at this moment, wrapping around the nine teeth at an extremely fast speed, and climbing towards Marshal Tianpeng along the rake at an even faster speed.

"Since my senior brother gave me a treasure, I will accept it!" Zen Master Wuchao said with a smile.

Marshal Tianpeng's expression looked somewhat ugly.

"It really is a great way to guide the world! Refine it for me!"

Following Marshal Tianpeng's loud shout, true fire emerged from the Nine-toothed Rake, and all the dead branches were burned to ashes in an instant.

This bird's nest was very strange. It could actually withstand the attack of the Nine-toothed Rake. He did not dare to be careless and retreated immediately.

"Boy, it's too late to leave now!" The voice of Zen Master Wuchao came from behind.

Tianpeng felt his hairs stand on end, and the nine-toothed rake in his hand swept across behind him. Golden light surged around the body of Zen Master Wuchao, and the golden bell cover emerged, and he actually punched the nine-toothed rake.

boom!
The tremendous force forced Tianpeng to retreat continuously.

After Zen Master Wuchao succeeded in his first move, he no longer gave Marshal Tianpeng any chance. He rushed forward and punched him again. Tianpeng could only defend himself.

For a while, Zen Master Wuchao beat Tianpeng with his bare hands so hard that he cried out in pain. Fortunately, this Nine-toothed Rake was really not an ordinary object. Whenever Tianpeng was about to be unable to bear it, a kind of attribute power appeared to help him resist.

In this way, after Tianpeng became completely familiar with the Nine-toothed Rake, he was finally able to occasionally fight back against the attacks of Zen Master Wuchao.

"Big Brother, you really understand me. Every time this rake comes to my rescue, it seems like it's deliberately targeting me! It's a shame to leave this magical weapon in your hands!"

Zen Master Wuchao threw another punch, which was skillfully blocked by Tianpeng. At this time, Tianpeng seemed to be at ease.

Although he was only at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and logically had no chance of defeating the Zen Master Wuchao, Laojun had left countless formations on this rake, and he could always anticipate the enemy first.

The attack of Zen Master Wuchao landed on the rake, and half of its power was directly cut off, which gave De Tianpeng a chance to relieve the force.

Not only that, Tianpeng had a vague feeling that the stars in the sky seemed to be continuously injecting spiritual power into the Nine-toothed Rake, strengthening the Nine-toothed Rake's formation.

"Hey, you're old, why don't we take a break?"

"Don't think about it!"

Although he didn't know what happened in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Zen Master Wuchao believed that Patriarch Bodhi would never use his life-saving item unless he was in a life-and-death crisis.

Zen Master Wuchao's attacks became faster and faster.

……

After Ye Xuantian sent away Juanlian, he headed towards the Abbot's Immortal Mountain. The Abbot's Immortal Mountain here is even better than the Flower-Fruit Mountain.

The towering mountains reach into the sky, surrounded by colorful green smoke, fragrant breezes, and cranes singing.

Ye Xuantian had just landed when he saw a man walking out of the fairy mountain. He had white hair and a youthful face, which made people feel very approachable. He had a pill pot hanging from his waist and walked out quickly.

This person is none other than the great emperor Donghua, the most powerful of the immortals in the world.

"Daoyou has been hiding for many years and has not been seen for several kalpas. He has become more and more mysterious! Sorry, I missed you!" Emperor Donghua couldn't help but sigh as he felt the power of the laws of heaven and earth around Ye Xuantian.

"Your Majesty, you are too polite. I came here today to bother you with something!"

"Let's talk inside if you want to. I have some freshly picked good tea here and I'm looking for someone to taste it. Come on, come on!" Emperor Donghua took Ye Xuantian's hand and walked towards the cave.

After sipping the fragrant tea again and again, Ye Xuantian finally found the breath when Emperor Donghua brewed tea again.

"The Emperor has lived in seclusion for many years, but the world has never forgotten his title. If the Emperor truly does not wish to intervene, then let's pretend Xuantian never came today."

Emperor Donghua sighed and handed another cup of tea to Ye Xuantian.

"The power of the catastrophe is immense. We have finally ushered in a period of peace. Logically speaking, I really don't want to participate anymore."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuantian simply bowed and was about to stand up, but was held down by Emperor Donghua.

"But I know your nature. In ancient times, I often saw you saving the human race. Now that you are taking action at the end of the human race, how can I really just sit back and watch?"

Emperor Donghua's face showed a hint of helplessness. "It's just that the cause and effect of the calamity are of great importance. You have to give me a few cups of tea to calm down."

As Emperor Donghua was speaking, a little boy walked out from behind the green screen. It was Dongfang Shuo, Emperor Donghua's disciple.

Dongfang Shuo was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, a silk sash around his waist, and a silk scarf on his head. He came over with two cups of fine wine. After putting the wine down, he left.

Emperor Donghua drank the nectar in one gulp, and said with great pride: "Fellow Daoist Xuantian, whatever you want me to do, I will accompany you!"

"The Emperor's disciple seems exceptionally intelligent. Why not have him take over the calamity on his behalf?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)