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Mount Sumeru.

Inside the dilapidated main hall, the Guide Daoist had just awakened from his unconsciousness.

The moldy prayer mat was soaked in holy blood and turned black, and the air was filled with the bitter smell of blood.

Zhunti Daoist squatted to the side, holding half a bowl of inferior healing medicine in his hands, his face more bitter than the medicine itself.

"Senior brother, have a drink."

"Although the taste is bad, at least it can suppress the backlash."

Jieyin looked at the bowl of dark, murky medicine, and his empty left eye socket started to hurt again.

When the Eight Treasures Merit Pool was still there, they used the water from the pool to heal their wounds.

Now the pond is dry, the lotus seeds are gone, the bodhi seeds have been lost, and even the mountain gate is leaking air.

A dignified Western saint has been reduced to drinking inferior herbal soup to prolong his life.

Jieyin felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

"Jin Chanzi's seventh incarnation has also died."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly.

The medicinal soup spilled on the ground, releasing a pungent plume of blue smoke.

Zhunti had a bitter expression on his face, and his throat was dry.

"Senior brother, don't think about it anymore."

"If you keep thinking about it, your eyes will burst open."

Jieyin remained silent for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and speaking.

"I can't help but think about it."

"Jin Chanzi is the foundation of Journey to the West."

"Now that the seven incarnations of Jin Chanzi have died one after another, if this continues, the Journey to the West plan will not even have a beginning."

Zhunti felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing this.

He was anxious too.

What's the use of being in a hurry?

Lin Xuan's family lay across the primordial wilderness; anyone who touched them would be shattered.

Haotian, that good-for-nothing, is still shifting the blame in the middle.

Their Western religion is like a broken sieve, leaking everywhere.

Just as the two saints were silent, Jieyin suddenly had a thought.

A causal thread came from the direction of Xiniu Hezhou, extremely thin and weak, yet strangely familiar.

Jieyin suddenly looked up.

"Mahasthamaprapta".

Zhunti was taken aback.

"Didn't Mahasthamaprapta go to Bibo Pool to recruit forces?"

"Could it have worked?"

Jieyin did not answer, but raised his hand with trembling hands and conjured a merit water mirror in front of him.

The mirror shook a few times, and the image quickly became clear.

The next moment, the entire dilapidated temple fell silent.

In the water mirror, at the entrance of the Fangcun Mountain Cave, a hundred-foot-tall white lion lies on the ground.

Lin Dasheng sat on the white lion's head, holding the dragon tendon reins in his hand, laughing extremely arrogantly.

Lin Huang sat to the side counting his spoils.

The brocade cassock and the vajra pestle were all piled on the ground.

Purple flames danced on Lin Yan's fingertips as he used the flames to scare the white lion near its tail.

Even more jarring was the image of Bodhi Patriarch, shirtless, holding a broken brush, humiliatingly brushing the white lion's fur.

The one-eyed guide widened instantly.

Zhunti's chin almost fell to the ground.

"Mahasthamaprapta...has become a mount?"

Zhunti's voice was dry and hoarse.

The guide's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

The water mirror continues.

Lin Dasheng shouted loudly at the photo-taking stone.

"Look carefully, these are large white lions from the West. They're obedient, can run fast, and shed very little."

"Bodhi Elder personally certified the brushing process, guaranteeing the quality."

Suddenly, everything went black before the guide's eyes.

Zhunti clutched his chest and nearly collapsed on the spot.

At the edge of the water mirror image, feedback from many broadcast arrays can also be seen.

Chaoge Teahouse.

Jin'ao Island.

Pangu Hall.

Even the group of latrine-shoveling laborers at the South Gate of Heaven were secretly watching.

Live broadcast of the entire prehistoric world.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta of the Western Paradise became the mount of Lin Xuan's son.

Zhunti's face twitched violently.

"Who leaked this?"

"Who told them to watch the whole prehistoric world?"

Jieyin stared at the water mirror, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

He wasn't immune to humiliation.

His left eye was gone, his disciple made the list, and all seven generations of Jin Chanzi died.

He endured all of this.

However, the overall situation is different.

Mahasthamaprapta is one of the bodhisattvas they kept to support the Journey to the West.

If Journey to the West is to be spread to the East in the future, the Western religion will need at least a few presentable aspects.

Now the storefront is being ridden under someone's butt.

It was even brushed by the Bodhi Patriarch.

This is not shameful.

This is like peeling off the last layer of skin of Western religion and hanging it on the city wall to dry.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"puff!"

A mouthful of dark, holy blood gushed out, spraying directly onto the water mirror.

The image was blurred with blood, but you could still see Lin Dasheng riding the white lion in circles.

Zhunti quickly rushed over to support Jieyin.

"Senior brother, hang in there."

"Please don't faint again."

Jieyin grabbed Zhunti's wrist, his voice hoarse.

"Save them."

"Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva must be saved."

Zhunti's face looked grim.

"How can we save him?"

"Bodhi's good corpse is already over there, and it's been stripped to this state."

"If we go there ourselves, once Lin Xuan notices, those lunatics from the Pangu Palace can demolish the remaining foundation of Mount Sumeru."

Jieyin gritted his teeth, his single eye bloodshot.

"Send someone to negotiate."

"Don't resort to violence, try reasoning with them first."

When Zhunti heard the words "reasoning," his face turned green.

Trying to reason with Lin Xuan's family?

What's the difference between this and jumping into a fire pit?

But there's no other way now.

If Mahasthamaprapta continues to be exploited, the reputation of Western religions will be completely ruined.

Zhunti took a deep breath.

"Who should we send?"

The guide remained silent for a moment.

"Sunlight Bodhisattva".

Zhunti's eye twitched.

Sunlight Bodhisattva is one of the core protectors under the Medicine Buddha.

He survived the great calamity during the Investiture of the Gods, and his cultivation level was in the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal. He was skilled in using pure light to protect his body, and his temperament was slightly more stable than that of the Great Strength Bodhisattva.

At least they won't unleash their oppressive power right away and kill the fish that are the reincarnations of their own kind.

Thinking of this, Zhunti felt another pang of pain in his heart.

"Senior brother, now that Sunlight has left, is it possible to retrieve Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva?"

A deep weariness flashed in Jieyin's eyes.

"Even if they don't come back, we should at least stall them."

"First, keep Lin Dasheng and the others calm and don't let Da Shizhi be taken back to the Pangu Palace."

"As long as we're still in Fangcun Mountain, there's still room for negotiation."

Zhunti's lips tasted bitter.

talk?

What can we negotiate on?

Western religions are so poor now that they can't even afford to repair the roof of their main hall.

But Jieyin had already sat up, supporting his broken holy body, and raised his hand to cast a dark golden decree.

"To spread the sunlight."

The decree vanished into thin air.

Inside a dilapidated side hall on the back of Mount Sumeru, the Bodhisattva of Sunlight is healing his wounds with his eyes closed.

After the Investiture of the Gods, the elite of the Western Sect suffered heavy losses, and the survivors lived a life of humiliation.

Upon suddenly receiving the decree from the sage, the Bodhisattva of Sunlight felt a pang of anxiety.

His face turned pale instantly after his divine sense probed in.

Go to Fangcun Mountain to negotiate.

We need to return to the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta.

You must not use your hands.

Do not provoke the naughty child in the Pangu Temple.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight almost threw the decree away.

This is hardly a negotiation.

This is to send him to line up and get beaten.

But with the emperor's decree before him, he dared not disobey.

Sunlight Bodhisattva took a deep breath and forced himself to cheer up.

"This humble monk is merely going to reason with them."

"No matter how domineering Lin Xuan's child is, he should at least listen to reason."

After saying this, even he himself felt uncertain.

On the other side, Jieyin looked at the water mirror again.

Lin Dasheng was making the white lion lie down so he could use it as a soft couch.

The brush in Bodhi Patriarch's hand stopped in mid-air, his whole body numb.

Zhunti clutched his right shoulder, his face filled with resentment.

"Lin Xuan".

"It's Lin Xuan again."

"This debt will be settled sooner or later."

The guide did not respond.

He now only hopes that the Bodhisattva of Sunlight can live to deliver his message.

At the same time, in the Pangu Palace Moon Palace Wonderland.

Lin Xuan looked at the Buddha's light flying out from Mount Sumeru in the water mirror and lazily raised his eyes.

"They actually sent someone."

Princess Wansheng leaned against the side and asked softly.

"Husband, should we call the Great Sage and the others back?"

Lin Xuan put down the spiritual fruit and slowly stood up.

"I won't call it."

"How can we let strangers come and bully our children while they're playing outside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and tore open the void.

With a casual flick of his other hand, two divine thoughts descended upon the Pangu Palace martial arts arena.

Lin Wu, who was practicing his shooting, suddenly looked up.

Lin Jian, who was wiping his three-pointed double-edged sword, slowly opened his third eye.

Lin Xuan's voice reached their ears.

"Let's go to Fangcun Mountain."

"To stand up for your brother."

Lin Wu's eyes instantly blazed with fighting spirit.

Lin Jian's Heavenly Eye Silver Pattern slowly lit up.

The next moment, the two figures stepped into the void at the same time.