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Fuling Mountain was not originally a very large place.

The mountain is not high, and the demonic aura is mixed.

Ordinary minor demons occupy caves and become kings, at most stealing a few offerings from the mountain people to make a living.

But in the past few days, all the people at the foot of Fuling Mountain have fled.

the reason is simple.

A monster has entered the Cloud Stack Cave.

The monster looked like a pig, but was a hundred times larger than an ordinary wild boar.

It was completely black, and the bristles on its back were so stiff they could cut through rocks.

The scariest thing is that it can breathe black fire.

When the black fire touched the trees, instead of burning them to ash, it emitted a foul stench that even made the little demons hiding in the ravines foam at the mouth.

A wolf demon took one look from afar and immediately moved away overnight.

It left only one sentence before it left.

"This pig eats demons without spitting out the bones."

Outside the Cloud Stack Cave.

The Western Arhats had completely lost any semblance of their former demeanor as they tried to enlighten a great master.

The leader, a thin monk, had half of his robe burned away, revealing charred flesh on his back.

Another fat monk was lying in a mud pit, with black smoke rising from his bald head.

They came on the orders of the Cundi Dharma.

Before we came, Mount Sumeru made it very clear.

Although Tianpeng was tricked into descending to the mortal realm by Haotian, he was honest by nature and retained some roots in the Heavenly Court.

With proper guidance, such as talking about vegetarianism, self-cultivation, escorting someone on their journey to the West, and the eventual attainment of enlightenment, one can basically win them over.

So they brought the spirit fruit.

I brought incense and candles.

He even obeyed the sage's decree and unusually brought along a few pieces of demon beast meat.

But no one expected that the pig demon would be completely disobedient as soon as they met.

It first smelled the spirit fruit.

Dislike it.

Then I smelled the incense and candles.

He stomped his hoof directly into the mud.

Upon seeing the monster meat, his eyes immediately turned red.

It wasn't just being moved.

It's not enough.

"That's all?"

The Blackflame Boar's voice was as rough as a millstone grinding stones.

"You bald guys have even more meat on your bodies."

The thin monk immediately put his palms together in prayer.

"Marshal Tianpeng, you were originally the commander of the Heavenly Court's navy, but now you have fallen into misfortune and become a demon. You need the guidance of my Western Pure Land Dharma."

"As long as you become my disciple, you can become a protector on the journey to the West, and your merits will be immeasurable."

The Black Flame Boar stared at him for a long time.

"Dharma protector?"

"Does it include meals?"

The skinny monk was secretly delighted.

There is a way.

He quickly replied, "Of course there will be vegetarian meals."

A fierce glint flashed in the Black Flame Boar's eyes.

"Vegetarian food?"

"No meat?"

The skinny monk's heart skipped a beat.

Remembering the lesson he learned from Jiang Liuer, he quickly tried to make amends.

"There's meat in it too."

"Occasionally."

The Black Flame Boar looked down at the group of Arhats.

"Occasionally?"

"You're playing me."

The fat Arhat hurriedly said, "I'm not teasing you, it's just that cultivation requires abstaining from desires."

Two streams of black fire shot out from the nostrils of the Black Flame Boar.

"I only have one desire right now."

"eat."

As soon as it finished speaking, it suddenly lowered its head and charged.

The ground was dented by the four hooves.

The Arhats were so frightened that they simultaneously unleashed their protective Buddhist light.

As soon as the golden Arhat image was erected, black flames shot out in its face.

The fire carried remnants of the purple flames of burning karma.

When Tianpeng was burned by Lin Yan, not even his underwear was left. Before his physical body was annihilated, his true spirit was covered with a very thin wisp of the karmic energy of burning.

This vital energy should have been worn away in the cycle of reincarnation.

However, Wutian changed the script, Haotian forcibly shifted the blame, and the Heavenly Dao was in a hurry to push forward the Journey to the West.

Several causal factors intertwined, causing Tianpeng's pig demon body to mutate in this life.

The purple flames of burning karma were tainted by the turbid energy of the animal realm, turning into the black flames we see today.

It is not as pure as Lin Yan's original essence.

However, they are particularly sensitive to Western teachings.

The Buddha's light emanating from the Arhat immediately began to hiss and smoke upon contact with the black flames.

The skinny monk let out a miserable scream.

"This is not demonic fire."

"This is a variant of karmic fire!"

The fat monk was sprayed and rolled three times, half of his body emitting a fragrant, burnt aroma.

He smelled the odor on himself and completely broke down.

"I'm familiar with it."

"I'm really familiar with it now."

The black-flame wild boar sniffed it and said seriously, "Seven-tenths cooked."

Several Arhats felt a chill run down their spines.

This pig is not only fierce.

They will also comment on the cooking time and temperature.

They turned and tried to run away.

The Black Flame Boar, however, moved with incredible speed, smashing through the rocks and blocking their retreat.

"A bald guy, and he can still run."

"interesting."

The skinny Arhat gritted his teeth and raised his hand to offer up a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

"Set up the Golden Body Formation."

The other Arhats were afraid, but their cultivation was not weak.

The prayer beads flew up, their golden light forming a continuous expanse.

Several hundred-foot-tall Arhat statues rose from the ground, holding vajras, attempting to suppress the pig demon.

The Black Flame Boar looked up.

It's not very bright.

But it remembers one thing.

The bald man's golden body is annoying.

This annoyance isn't its own doing.

It's the instinct left behind in the true spirit after Lin Yan burned it.

Whenever the Buddha's light shines, my heart burns with anger.

The Black Flame Boar raised its head and roared angrily.

"Quarrel."

"Golden and shiny, ugly."

Its mane stood on end, and black flames burst from its back.

The next instant, the enormous pig body sprang up.

boom.

The hundred-foot-tall Arhat statue was smashed in the chest by its head.

A burst of golden light erupted.

The string of the Buddhist prayer beads broke.

The skinny monk coughed up blood and flew backward, his bald head carving a long furrow in the ground.

The fat monk was in an even worse situation.

He was about to get up when the Black Flame Boar pinned him down with one hoof.

"Don't move."

"Let it bake for a little longer."

The fat monk was so frightened that he screamed in a broken voice.

"This humble monk has come to guide you."

The Black Flame Boar lowered its head.

"I don't lack moderation."

"There's a shortage of meat."

He breathed down a mouthful of black fire.

The fat Arhat's robes were burned to ashes, and his whole body was roasted until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Several little demons nearby hid behind a tree, trembling with fear.

A lynx demon whispered, "Is Your Majesty going to eat monks?"

Another rabbit demon whispered, "Not to eat, but to roast first."

The lynx demon remained silent for a moment.

"Exquisite".

Chaos reigned outside the Cloud Stack Cave.

The more dignified the Western Arhats were when they arrived, the more disheveled they were when they left.

The skinny Arhat desperately crushed the communication talisman.

As soon as the Buddha's light rose, the black flames followed.

The message talisman was half burned off.

However, a fragmented message still reached Mount Sumeru.

"Tianpeng...mutation...black flames...roasted Arhat..."

The ruined palace on Mount Sumeru.

When Zhunti heard the message, the medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground.

The one-eyed guide slowly opened.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight knelt beside him, his heart already numb.

Zhunti gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't Tianpeng an honest man?"

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight whispered, "Perhaps after reincarnation... his personality changed."

Zhunti angrily retorted, "Even if I transform, I can't become a roasted Arhat's pig!"

The guide said wearily, "Junior brother, the point isn't the pig."

"The key is the black flame."

Zhunti's expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.

"Lin Yan's fire?"

The guide nodded.

"He once burned the spirit of Tianpeng."

"The remaining cause has entered the cycle of reincarnation."

Zhunti felt a tightness in his chest.

It's another child from the Lin Xuan family.

Why do I always seem to be a child of the Lin family wherever I go?

He forcibly suppressed his qi and blood.

"Send Samantabhadra."

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight suddenly looked up, feeling a sense of relief.

It wasn't him.

But he quickly felt sorry for Puxian.

Puxian was injured by a gold brick in the Thorn Ridge, and the blood pack hasn't even healed yet.

The guide frowned.

"Samantabhadra is injured."

Zhunti said coldly, "Precisely because he was just injured, he is cautious."

"Let him take the Zhenye Treasure Bottle."

"Although this bottle is not a top-tier spiritual treasure, it can contain mixed fire."

"Put on the demon-binding golden ring again, bind the pig first, then talk about salvation."

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight bowed his head and accepted the order.

He dared not say it.

If Puxian heard the word "first" now, he might want to cry.

Outside the dilapidated hall.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is applying a rag to the three large bumps on his forehead.

He heard the message from the sunlight and sat there motionless for a long time.

"Me again?"

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight looked at him with sympathy.

"My uncle said you're cautious."

Puxian covered his face.

Is caution useful?

"That gold brick in Thorn Ridge wasn't spared from being smashed even though I was cautious."

The sunlight is silent.

Puxian took a deep breath and accepted the Treasure Bottle for Suppressing Business and the Golden Ring for Binding Demons.

He was already mentally prepared.

I won't say we're destined to be together.

They lack compassion.

It is not near the Dashang toll station.

Upon seeing the child in the Pangu Palace, immediately retreat.

We only accept pigs.

They'll leave as soon as they're done collecting.

He recited these words ten times before tearing open the space.

Outside Fuling Mountain.

The Black Flame Boar had just roasted several Arhats until they were about 70% cooked, and then tied them all to the cave entrance with vines to dry.

It was looking down and smelling a piece of burnt Buddhist prayer beads.

"You can't eat it."

"It hurts my teeth."

On the other side of the mountain forest, the Buddha's light of Samantabhadra quietly descended.

He had just calmed down and was preparing to observe first.

Suddenly, a loud, arrogant laugh echoed from the distant horizon.

"There's a smell of barbecue here."

"Hey twelfth brother, smell this, isn't there a bald head that's been roasted?"

Puxian froze on the spot.

A black and purple fiery wheel broke through the clouds.

Lin Dasheng carried his golden cudgel, Lin Yan's fingertips danced with purple flames, and Lin Long transformed into a chubby little boy sitting on a cloud of water, gnawing on a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ironwood.

Only one sentence remained in Puxian's mind.

Is it too late to run now?

Lin Long twitched his nose and looked at the Zhenye Treasure Bottle in Puxian's sleeve.

The chubby little face lit up instantly.

"Candy beans".

Puxian's hand trembled.

Lin Dasheng had already landed on the treetop, grinning.

"Samantabhadra".

"The bump on your head looks pretty fresh."

Puxian's throat went dry, and he wanted to step back.

A purple flame flickered at Lin Yan's fingertip.

"Don't go."

"You smell like a bald monk too."