Primordial Era: I am a member of the Jie Sect, and I am the God of Literature.

All three of them were traveling westward. Although they had been traveling for 130 days, they were able to travel thousands of miles each day, which made Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong look a bit weathered.

Upon seeing the human settlement, the white dragon horse let out a joyful cry and carried Tang Sanzang towards Gao Village.

Sun Wukong followed behind, his fiery eyes scanning the entire Gao Village. A powerful demonic aura enveloped the village, causing even Sun Wukong to become serious upon seeing it.

Because this boundless demonic energy was extremely terrifying. Not only was it incredibly thick, but even though its foundation was at the level of a beginner-level Great Luo Golden Immortal, Sun Wukong, who was at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, might not be confident that he could defeat it!

Because the opponent's accumulation and foundation of demonic energy were too terrifying. It was as if he was a great power from the same era as the master. He should have been at the level of a quasi-saint long ago, but now he was only at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

However, both Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong knew the saying "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death." Although Gao Village looked close at hand, it was actually about nine thousand miles away.

In the past, Emperor Ying Zheng led his Nine Provinces out and used the Two Realms Mountain as the gateway for the human race to attack the entire Southern Continent. Gao Village was originally a settlement of immigrants from the Nine Provinces.

Now that the Wan Gu Hui Yuan era has passed, Gao Lao Zhuang, though named a small village, is in no way inferior to some small countries.

During the Qin Dynasty, the Gao family also controlled the Eternal Gathering of Gao Village. The family had countless martial arts practitioners, but when they came out of the Nine Provinces, the martial arts inheritance they received was far from reaching the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal...

When Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang had traveled a thousand miles, the white dragon horse saw a Zen temple and sped up even more in delight.

Although Tang Sanzang did not use any realm or cultivation, even if he looked at this Zen temple with mortal eyes, he could feel the fierceness and evil within it.

Although there was an aura of Buddhism in the Zen temple, it seemed that the Buddhism had gone astray and had turned into the path of demons.

Looking at the Guanyin Temple ahead, Sun Wukong couldn't help but laugh and say, "The temple ahead is called Guanyin Temple. It seems to be a place of worship for Guanyin Bodhisattva. Although we are not far from Gao Village, we should still take a break. In my opinion, we should go and rest for a while."

"Alright!" Tang Sanzang nodded upon hearing this, and the two then headed towards the Guanyin Temple.

Although the Guanyin Temple in front of him was permeated with a faint aura of evil, Sun Wukong did not take it seriously at all.

The evil aura in Guanyin Temple was nothing compared to the overwhelming evil aura that permeated the sky above Gao Village.

The beings within Guanyin Temple are at most at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and even with the countless great demons within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, it's difficult to find anyone at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Those who are not at the level of Quasi-Saint are now difficult to catch Sun Wukong's eye, so he knocked on the door of Guanyin Temple without any hesitation.

Tang Sanzang dismounted and stood behind Sun Wukong, leading the white dragon horse.

While waiting for the monk to open the door, Tang Sanzang also took in the Zen temple before him, with its layers of halls and corridors. Outside the Three Mountains Gate, towering clouds of ten thousand colors shrouded the area; before the Five Blessings Hall, a thousand streaks of vibrant red mist swirled. Pine and bamboo groves lined both sides, and a grove of cypress and juniper stood side by side.

Both its location and the spiritual energy here make it the purest place within a thousand miles.

The people in this Zen monastery who were able to find this blessed land, and whose place hadn't been taken away, must either have extraordinary backgrounds or possess considerable strength...

Soon the gates of the Zen temple opened, and a young novice monk, upon seeing the combination of Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang, did not show much surprise, but instead revealed a faint smile on his face.

However, this smile seemed somewhat evil in Sun Wukong's eyes!

"Where are you from? Please come into the abbot's quarters for tea." The young novice monk greeted the two, who looked travel-worn.

"Very well, this humble monk thanks you. I am an imperial envoy from the East, here to worship Buddha and seek scriptures at Leiyin Temple. As evening approaches, I wish to borrow your temple for the night," Tang Sanzang said, bowing in greeting.

"Please come in, please come in. So it is the Holy Monk. If our abbot hears of the Holy Monk's arrival, he will be overjoyed." Upon hearing this, the young novice monk acted as if he had met an extraordinary person. After welcoming Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong into the Zen temple, he hurriedly ran off to report.

Soon after, two children came out, helping an old monk out. The old monk wore a Vairocana-shaped hat with a jewel-like cat's-eye stone crown.

He wore a brocade robe with gleaming gold trim and jade-green fur. His monk's shoes were adorned with eight auspicious symbols, and his walking stick was inlaid with clouds and stars. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes, though dim, resembled those of the Dragon King of the East Sea. His mouth was agape due to missing teeth, and his back was hunched over from muscle spasms.

Although he had an exceptionally impressive appearance, he couldn't help but exude a dense aura of death, and when he looked at Tang Sanzang, he couldn't help but reveal a greedy look.

"This humble monk Dongchi greets the Holy Monk!" Dongchi was no longer the spirited King Ying Zheng of Qin in the past. At this moment, not only was his voice weak, but his aura also gave people an endless sense of decline.

It was as if the Buddha he had always believed in had collapsed, and so had his spirit...

"Greetings, Elder Dongchi!" Tang Sanzang also stood up and bowed, then lit incense for the two Western Saints in the Zen temple. As for the Buddha, Guanyin and others, he was not worthy!

"I apologize for my ignorance, Holy Monk. By chance, I obtained the Buddhist lineage and later became connected with the path of Guanyin Bodhisattva. After traveling through the primordial world to this place, I built the Guanyin Zen Temple. I then practiced Zen and Buddhist teachings. Unfortunately, my talent and opportunities waned, and the Buddhist lineage I obtained could only be practiced in this place. Later, I was trapped here."

"When the Human Emperor was fighting against the Southern Jambudvipa and attacked this place, he saw that my temple was named Guanyin Temple and did not make things difficult for Dongchi. Later, the Human Emperor recuperated and educated all races. He also ordered that Guanyin Temple, within a radius of a thousand miles, be home to 500,000 people. Later, for various reasons, all the people in this place went to Gao Laozhuang."

"Our Guanyin Temple stands alone at this eternal gathering place. Now, the Winter Pond is on the verge of collapse. I have long heard that the holy monk is the reincarnation of the most holy being in heaven and earth, carrying the scriptures of seeking the Mahayana Buddhism. Surely he possesses some great treasure?"

"Although my path of cultivation has been severed, I wish to see the holy monk's precious robe on my deathbed. I wonder if the holy monk can grant my last wish? Also, as a courtesy, I would like to allow the holy monk to take any of the robes I have collected."

As Dongchi spoke, he coughed several times, and even his aura began to fluctuate violently.

When the ascetic brought the cabinets, he carried out twelve cabinets and placed them in the courtyard. He unlocked them, set up clothes racks on both sides, and strung ropes around them. He then unfolded and hung up the robes one by one for the Tripitaka to see.

Among these robes are many of the immortal level, and some are even close to reaching the level of a late-stage lower-grade spiritual treasure. There are also three robes at the level of a late-stage lower-grade spiritual treasure.

However, none of the robes he wore were of the mid-grade acquired level, nor did they contain any innate spiritual treasures.

But so many robes gathered here, the hall was filled with embroidery, and the walls were covered with silk!

When these robes were taken out, Dongchi seemed to have gotten used to it, staring intently at Tang Sanzang.

He didn't want immortality at all. Immortality that wasn't achieved through gradual cultivation would always backfire, especially for someone like him who cultivated evil arts! (End of Chapter)