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Inside the dilapidated temple on Mount Sumeru, Zhunti finally couldn't hold back.

The mouthful of dark gold holy blood was sprayed very steadily.

not tall.

But the quantity is sufficient.

Just as Jieyin was recovering from her daze, a few drops of water splashed onto half of her face.

He closed his one eye, too lazy to even wipe it.

I've been bleeding a lot lately.

It's not something to be particular about.

Manjushri knelt in the hall, holding the penalty notice in both hands.

The gold seal of the wealthy businessman on the ticket was dazzlingly bright.

Zhunti felt a tightness in his chest every time he looked at it.

"Eight hundred and thirty-three thousand two hundred".

"Nine out, fifteen back."

"The street cleaning fee is three hundred."

"A bald head that reflects light will be fined one thousand."

His hands were shaking by the end.

"The Lin family brat even punishes bald guys?"

Manjushri bowed his head.

"Master, they say it's disrupting the office order."

Zhunti almost spat again.

The guide pressed his hand against his chest.

"Where is the cassock?"

Manjushri's voice was even lower.

"Seizure and purification."

The one-eyed guide sank.

"Where's the tin staff?"

Manjushri remained silent for a long time.

Zhunti already had a bad feeling.

"explain."

Manjushri forced a smile and said, "I sold it to the Big Merchant Recycling Station for twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones, based on the price of scrap iron."

The main hall was eerily quiet.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight knelt beside him, and a thought popped into his mind.

Fortunately, it wasn't him who went this time.

Zhunti slowly raised his head.

"Scrap metal prices?"

Manjushri dared not look at him.

"They said that hollow gold plating makes it too flimsy to even use as a hoe."

Zhunti's vision went black.

Although the nine-ringed staff was a defective product, it was still a magical artifact that he had personally imbued with karma.

It was actually placed with a broken kitchen knife.

The dignity of Buddhism was nailed down by twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones.

The guide's throat moved slightly.

"What about the causal relationship?"

Manjushri's face turned pale.

"It's broken."

"Lin Xi used the Falling Treasure Coin to cut it off."

"Lin Ze used a lie detector to uncover the hidden clues."

"Jiang Liuer didn't encounter him."

The black scab that had just formed on Zhunti's right shoulder cracked again.

He let out a low growl.

"It broke again."

"It broke again!"

"I only gave them a piece of clothing and a walking stick; I didn't even touch the child's hand."

"They even managed to tear this down?"

Jieyin whispered, "They're not dismantling Journey to the West."

"They are dismantling everything that isn't registered."

Zhunti was taken aback.

That sounds absurd.

But thinking about it more closely makes me even angrier.

The Journey to the West, with its immense karmic consequences, was surprisingly classified as smuggled Buddhist artifacts at the Dashang toll station.

Zhunti gritted his teeth.

"Where is Jin Chanzi?"

Manjushri shook his head.

"This disciple did not see him."

"The tollbooth doesn't allow anyone to get close to the Jiangzhou Children's Training Institute."

"They said Jiang Liuer is a Class A protected child, and any unfamiliar bald man who approaches must apply seven days in advance."

The one-eyed guide twitched slightly.

"Apply?"

Manjushri nodded.

"A certificate of no criminal record, a missionary license, and a psychological impact assessment report on the children are also required."

When the Bodhisattva of Sunlight heard this, he was completely stunned.

If Western religions could issue a certificate of no criminal record, that would be truly bizarre.

Zhunti clutched his chest, forcing himself to calm down.

It's pointless to force our way through Jiang Liuer's path anymore.

The wealthy merchants protected their children like precious, innate treasures stored in their own warehouses.

It is even more stringent than innate spiritual treasures.

Lingbao can still be stolen.

Jiang Liuer was surrounded by rules and fines.

Zhunti suddenly felt a little regretful.

I should have let Jin Chanzi be reincarnated in the deep mountains and forests.

Why did they choose the Chen family of Jiangzhou?

it's good now.

It was directly entered into the large merchant household registration system.

If you want to get someone out of trouble, first read the anti-fraud manual.

the other side.

Jiangzhou government-run children's training institute.

Jiang Liuer was shirtless, lifting stone weights on the playground.

The child is three years old and not very tall.

But the muscle definition on his body is outrageous.

His eight-pack abs are clearly visible.

A group of children were practicing alongside them, sweating profusely, but no one was slacking off.

Suirenshi carried a large club made of animal bones and walked back and forth along the edge of the playground.

"Keep your back straight."

Clench your fist.

"Anyone who keeps talking about fate or destiny will have no meat for lunch."

The group of children immediately moved in even more unison.

Jiang Liuer was the most serious.

He had just recited the anti-fraud manual again and was rewarded with extra meat for breakfast.

I'm very motivated now.

Suddenly, the space trembled slightly.

A martial arts clone appeared at the edge of the playground.

It was Lin Xuan's martial arts clone.

Suirenshi immediately turned around and knelt on one knee.

"I have met the Father."

The children all stopped and shouted in unison.

"I have met the Father."

Jiang Liuer also shouted.

His eyes shone brightly when he looked at Lin Xuan.

It's not the kind of radiance that Buddhist believers see in the Buddha.

It is the light that children see in great heroes.

The martial arts clone waved his hand.

"Keep practicing."

He walked up to Jiang Liuer and looked down at the little guy's fist.

The knuckles were worn red from being rubbed.

But the blood and qi are very abundant.

Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

"I heard another scammer is trying to get close to you today?"

Jiang Liuer said seriously, "I didn't get close."

"The older brother and sister stopped them at the tollbooth."

"The head instructor said that we should not accept anything from strangers and should report it immediately."

Lin Xuan chuckled.

"good."

"Smarter than those old bald monks from the Western Church."

Suiren nodded in agreement.

"This child has a good memory."

"I know the anti-fraud manual better than the Three Character Classic."

Jiang Liuer was a little embarrassed.

"Holy Father, if I encounter a bad person in the future, can I punch them first before reporting them?"

Suirenshi was just about to teach.

Lin Xuan squatted down.

"Can."

"But it depends on the situation."

"If you can win, then fight first."

"If you can't beat them, run away first."

"If you can't escape, call for help."

Jiang Liuer nodded vigorously.

"I've got it."

Lin Xuan raised his hand, and a small pair of boxing gloves appeared in his palm.

The boxing gloves are entirely dark silver, with fine black and gold protective plates inlaid at the joints.

Each piece is engraved with explosion-proof patterns.

This is not a system reward.

It was equipment temporarily provided by the martial arts clone.

The materials came from top-grade black iron seized from the Shang Dynasty, plus a little bit of star iron powder from the Pangu Palace's inventory.

The name is very straightforward.

Dashang Alloy Physical Super-Strength Explosion-Proof Gauntlets.

Lin Xuan handed the boxing gloves to Jiang Liuer.

"Take it."

Jiang Liuer's eyes lit up.

"For me?"

"Um."

"If anyone gives you a cassock, a staff, or strange prayer beads again..."

"First, ask for proof."

"He got close without a license, so we used this to reason with him using physical methods."

Jiang Liuer hugged the boxing gloves, her face flushed with excitement.

"Father, what does 'physical salvation' mean?"

Suirenshi grinned.

Lin Xuan said, "Beat the bad guys until they can understand human speech."

Jiang Liuer suddenly realized.

"I understand."

He put on his boxing gloves and threw a light punch.

boom.

The bluestone millstone beside the playground cracked into several pieces on the spot.

Jiang Liuer was stunned.

He then looked down at the boxing gloves, his face beaming with joy.

"This is more practical than chanting scriptures."

Suirenshi was extremely satisfied with what he heard.

"Good boy."

"Add another piece of monster leg meat to lunch."

Jiang Liuer immediately straightened his chest.

"I will practice hard."

The martial arts clone nodded.

"If anyone tells you that suffering will lead you to paradise, don't believe them."

"To endure hardship without adding meat is a lie."

Jiang Liuer carefully wrote it down.

Deep within the Palace of Destiny, the remaining Buddhist nature of Jin Chanzi shrank into a ball.

It had been waiting for the robe and staff to awaken a sliver of its instincts.

But now, the Buddhist implements are gone.

The boxing gloves have arrived.

That bit of Buddhist nature was suppressed even more by the powerful martial arts aura of the Shang Dynasty.

Inside the ruined temple on Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti suddenly looked up.

He sensed that the Buddhist artifacts that should have fallen beside Jin Chanzi's lifeline had been completely shattered into dust.

Instead, there was an extremely brutal human martial arts energy.

And then there's Lin Xuan's incredibly annoying aura.

Zhunti felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff!"

Dark gold holy blood sprayed onto the ground.

Manjushri lowered his head in fright.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight was trembling.

Jieyin had just dried her face when she got splashed with a little more.

He remained expressionless and silent.

Zhunti gritted his teeth.

Boxing gloves.

"Lin Xuan gave boxing gloves to the pilgrims."

"He turned us, the Buddhist monks on our pilgrimage, into martial arts fighters!"

The guide said wearily, "We are no longer Buddhist pilgrims on a pilgrimage."

Zhunti glared at him.

Jieyin added a sentence.

"It is a Class A protected child of Dashang."

Zhunti almost fainted.

These words hurt him even more than if Lin Xuan had personally scolded him.

Zhunti, supporting his broken body, stood up.

"Jiang Liuer cannot be moved for the time being."

"The major merchants are being protected too strictly."

"Then let's start with the calamities."

The one-eyed guide twitched slightly.

"Do you want to overcome the difficulties of Busi's trip ahead of schedule?"

Zhunti nodded.

"Journey to the West is not just about the pilgrims."

"There are still eighty-one more tribulations to go."

"If we control a few key points of crisis in advance, we can slowly turn the tide once Jiang Liuer grows up."

Manjushri couldn't help but ask, "Master, which place?"

Zhunti's gaze fell upon the depths of Xiniu Hezhou.

"Thorn Ridge".

"There is a wooden temple there."

"Plants and trees that have become spirits are most easily guided by Sanskrit chants."

"If we could subdue a few spirits of plants and trees in advance, we could set off a tribulation of pure discussion on the Dao."

"In the future, we can use poetry, illusions, and subtle tactics to wear down the martial spirit of the pilgrims."

The guide nodded slowly.

"If the hard approach doesn't work, try the soft one."

Zhunti's eyes were cold and gloomy.

"Lin Xuan likes fists."

"This humble Taoist priest will let the spirit of plants and trees transform into a gentle blade."

"He can't possibly guard against even a few plants."

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight felt uneasy upon hearing this.

Western religions nowadays always end up in a terrible state whenever they say "we can't."

Zhunti had already given the order.

"Send the Dharma Protector Vajra to Thorn Ridge."

"Don't kill."

"Brainwashing first."

"If the roots and stems of plants are clean and pure, and they can enter my Western Paradise, they will become the seeds of calamity on the journey to the West."

Supplementary information.

"Don't let him expose the cause and effect of Western religion."

Zhunti sneered.

"rest assured."

"This time it was just the chanting of Sanskrit words that opened my mind, and the gentle warmth that entered my heart."

"There's no hidden cause or effect, so we won't be checked at the tollbooth."

Manjushri lowered his head, thinking silently to himself.

Toll booths may not necessarily check.

But whether Lin Xuan will investigate is anyone's guess.

Xiniu Hezhou.

Deep in the Thorn Ridge.

Spring is in full bloom in a remote valley.

Several ancient plants gently stretched their branches and leaves under the moonlight.

One of the apricot trees is the most sacred.

The branches are covered with pale white apricot blossoms, their fragrance clean and pure.

Beneath the tree, a slender, ethereal female figure was gradually taking shape.

Outside the valley, a Western guardian deity clad in golden armor was already chanting Sanskrit in a low voice.