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Samantabhadra has never missed Mount Sumeru so much in his entire life.

Even though Mount Sumeru's roof is now drafty, the Merit Pool has been demolished, and the bricks have been taken away by Haotian to pave the threshold.

Even the most dilapidated Mount Sumeru is safer than these three little ancestors of the Pangu Temple in front of us.

Lin Dasheng stood on the treetop, his golden cudgel swaying on his shoulder.

Lin Yan squatted on a rock, purple flames flickering at his fingertips, his eyes filled with excitement at seeing familiar faces from the Western Cult.

Lin Long stared at Pu Xian's cuffs.

That gaze wasn't directed at anyone.

It's about looking at snacks.

Puxian silently hid the Zhenye Treasure Bottle deep inside his sleeve.

He regretted it as soon as he made the move.

Sure enough, Lin Long's eyes lit up even more.

"Hidden sugar".

Puxian quickly said, "It's a misunderstanding."

"This is something I used to subdue demons, not candy."

Lin Long took a serious bite of the black ironwood.

bang.

The little demons in the woods felt their teeth ache from listening.

Lin Long swallowed, tilted his head, and said, "I'll know once I taste it."

Puxian felt a chill run down his spine.

He cannot make a move.

Zhunti repeatedly gave him instructions.

If you encounter a child from the Pangu Temple, retreat if you can, kneel if you can.

But he can't back out now.

Because Lin Dasheng had already jumped down from the treetop, blocking his retreat.

"Since we're already here..."

"It's impolite to leave without saying goodbye."

Puxian forced out a bit of calm.

"Young Master, this humble monk is merely here on orders to deal with this out-of-control pig demon."

"There was absolutely no intention to offend the Pangu Temple."

Lin Dasheng glanced at the entrance of the Cloud Stack Cave.

The black-flame boar was bowing its head and rooting at the ground, spitting fire from its nostrils.

Several Arhats were tied to trees, their bodies charred black, and smoke was still rising from their mouths.

Lin Dasheng was delighted.

"This pig is pretty good."

"He can shave his own head."

Lin Yan nodded as well.

"The flavor is so-so."

"But the direction is right."

Lin Long swallowed hard.

"Is it edible?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Flame Boar suddenly looked up.

Although its mind is confused, its instincts are extremely ferocious.

Someone wants to eat it.

This is intolerable.

The Black Flame Boar pawed at the ground with its four hooves, and its entire body burst into black flames.

It stared at Lin Long and growled, "Little brat, you want to eat me too?"

Lin Long's eyes shone even brighter.

"It can talk."

"Meat is more nutritious."

When Puxian saw that the situation was about to become chaotic, he felt a slight sense of relief.

As long as the pig demon and the children of Pangu Palace start fighting, he can take advantage of the chaos to collect the pigs and leave.

Just as he thought that, Lin Dasheng turned and glanced at him.

"Puxian, were you trying to get us to kill the pig for you?"

Puxian froze.

How can this monkey be so perceptive?

He whispered, "This humble monk dares not."

A flicker of fire appeared at Lin Yan's fingertips.

He's lying.

Lin Dasheng grinned.

"Then let's hit him first."

Puxian's expression changed drastically.

"Great Sage, this humble monk has done nothing."

"You're in the way of me standing here."

As soon as Lin Dasheng finished speaking, his golden cudgel instantly thickened and slammed down towards the protective Buddhist light of Samantabhadra.

Puxian was well-prepared this time.

He raised his hand and summoned the protective golden lotus.

The golden lotus blooms layer by layer, radiating a thick Buddhist light, specifically designed to defend against close-range heavy blows.

After the fake gold bricks smashed the Thorn Ridge last time, Puxian went back and checked all the defensive techniques.

He thought he could at least block it for a moment.

boom.

The golden cudgel fell.

The first layer of the protective golden lotus shattered.

The second layer is broken.

Before the third layer could even finish lighting up, it exploded into a shower of golden dust.

Puxian felt a tightness in his chest and was sent flying backward, smashing through more than a dozen ancient trees.

Lin Dasheng landed carrying the golden cudgel.

"good."

"It's a bit more durable than last time."

Puxian lay in the pit, and the old bump on his forehead started to hurt again.

He was in a terrible emotional state.

Is this what you call being durable?

The protective golden lotus was a temporary defense that Zhunti gave him.

It was gone in one hit.

What exactly did the children in the Pangu Temple eat to grow up?

Lin Long has stopped caring about Pu Xian.

He stretched out his chubby little hand.

The treasure bottle containing Samantabhadra's sleeve vibrated with a hum.

Puxian was so frightened that he quickly held him down.

"No."

Lin Long frowned.

"mine."

Despite the pain in his chest, Puxian said, "This is my precious Dharma treasure."

Lin Long looked serious.

"I see it, it's my candy."

Lin Yan added insult to injury from the side.

"You Western religions have never been proactive in giving things away."

"We need to get it ourselves."

Puxian almost vomited blood.

This is robber logic.

But this logic works very well for the children in the Pangu Palace.

Lin Long took a step and stood in front of Puxian.

Just as Puxian was about to use his escape technique, Lin Dasheng's golden cudgel gently tapped his shoulder.

"If you dare to run, I'll knock your bag a fourth time."

Samantabhadra remained still.

Lin Long grabbed the Zhenye Treasure Bottle and pulled it out.

The vase is entirely pale gold, with a fire-extinguishing Buddhist symbol engraved on its mouth.

In the current state of Western religions, this is already considered quite good.

Lin Long glanced at it twice, then opened his mouth and took a bite.

Click.

A piece is missing from the bottle neck.

Puxian's primordial spirit was in so much pain that he almost fainted on the spot.

"That's the Zhenye Treasure Bottle."

"You can't eat it."

Lin Long chewed it.

"The taste is just average."

"It's a bit bitter."

Lin Yan leaned closer and took a sniff.

"There are fire-extinguishing runes inside."

"It'll be crispier if you grill it a little."

After he finished speaking, he exhaled a small puff of burning purple fire.

The Sanskrit patterns on the surface of the Zhenye Treasure Bottle were sizzling and smoking from the heat.

Lin Long took another bite while it was still hot.

Click.

Half of the bottle is gone.

Puxian clutched his chest, completely stunned.

Zhunti asked him to take the treasure bottle to collect the black flames.

As a result, Hei Yan confiscated the treasure bottle and put it into Lin Long's belly first.

He wanted to curse.

dare not.

He wanted to cry.

Embarrassing.

On the other side, the Black Flame Boar watched this scene, and its originally violent aura calmed down a bit.

It was a bit confused.

These three little brats are fierce.

Especially the one who chewed on the bottle.

Its teeth are even better than that.

Lin Dasheng turned to look at the Black Flame Wild Boar.

"pig."

"What's your name?"

The Black Flame Boar breathes fire from its nostrils.

"I don't know."

"Someone in my head is calling me Tianpeng."

Lin Dasheng stroked his chin.

"Tianpeng?"

"That sounds familiar."

Lin Yan thought for a moment.

"The naked pig popsicle from the Moon Star."

Lin Dasheng suddenly realized.

"Oh, the one you burned."

Puxian felt a chill run down his spine.

They know.

They actually remembered.

After finishing the Zhenye Treasure Bottle, Lin Long set his sights on the Demon-Binding Golden Ring in Puxian's hand.

Samantabhadra instinctively hid behind him.

Lin Long reached out his hand.

"Give it to me."

Puxian gritted his teeth and said, "This thing is used to bind that pig demon."

Lin Dasheng swung his stick.

"I don't need you to tie me up."

"We'll tie it ourselves."

Lin Xi is not here.

But the Great Sage Lin's momentum in snatching the magical treasure already has the orthodox flavor of the Pangu Temple.

Just as the demon-binding golden ring in Puxian's hand lit up, Lin Yan breathed a mouthful of purple fire at it.

The gold ring immediately became hot.

Puxian's hand trembled.

Lin Long seized the opportunity and took a bite.

Click.

The gold ring broke in two.

Lin Long chewed, then frowned slightly.

"This one tastes even worse."

"Like rotten meat and bones."

Samantabhadra closed his eyes.

He no longer knew how to explain himself when he returned to Mount Sumeru.

The protective golden lotus shattered.

The treasure bottle that brought prosperity was eaten.

The demon-binding golden ring was gnawed on.

The person hasn't even met the pig yet.

Lin Dasheng looked at the Black Flame Boar, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"This pig can breathe fire and it can talk."

"Take it back to my family for barbecues."

The Black Flame Boar was enraged.

"I'm not going."

"I am the King of Yunzhan Cave."

Lin Dasheng stepped forward, carrying his staff.

"It's not up to you."

The Black Flame Boar roared and spewed black flames at Lin Dasheng.

Lin Yan looked at the black flame with disgust on his face.

"miscellaneous."

He opened his mouth and inhaled.

Half of the remaining fiery energy within the black flames was drawn away and transformed into a wisp of purple fire, returning to his mouth.

The fire from the Black Flame Boar instantly subsided.

It was bewildered.

The child ate his own fire?

Lin Dasheng swept across with a single blow.

boom.

The Black Flame Boar's massive body was whipped and rolled away, crashing into half of the hillside.

Excitedly, Lin Long transformed into a small dragon shadow and rushed forward, biting down on the Black Flame Boar's tusk.

Click.

Half of a fang was bitten off.

The Blackflame Boar howled in pain.

"Don't bite."

"I surrender."

Lin Dasheng landed on the pig's back on his somersaulting wind-fire wheels.

"It's too late."

"You've been designated as top-quality roast suckling pig material."

Lin Yan nodded.

"Take it back and show it to Dad first."

"You can't just eat anything."

Lin Long was a little disappointed.

"Can't we eat it now?"

Remembering Lin Xuan's family rules, Lin Dasheng quickly said, "Father said that anything of unknown origin should be registered first."

"Eating braised pork belly caused an upset stomach."

Lin Long immediately shut his mouth.

Getting braised pork belly is worse than being beaten.

The three children quickly tied the black flame wild boar into a dumpling using dragon tendon rope.

The Black Flame Boar tried to struggle, so Lin Yan lit a wisp of purple flame in front of its nose.

"Move it, or it'll burn."

The Black Flame Boar instantly became docile.

Puxian climbed out of the pit, his face covered in dust.

"Tianpeng is a guardian of the Dharma during the Journey to the West."

"You can't take it away."

Lin Dasheng turned to look at him.

"Say it again?"

Puxian looked at the golden cudgel, then at Lin Long's mouth, which was staring at his remaining magical treasures.

He swallowed the words that were about to come out.

"What I meant was... be careful on the road."

Lin Yan snorted.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Lin Long walked to Pu Xian's side and stretched out his little hand.

Puxian's heart tightened.

"What else do you want?"

Lin Long said seriously, "You have a small box in your sleeve."

Puxian's face turned deathly pale.

That was his last bottle of healing pills.

Lin Dasheng nodded.

"Give it to me."

"You scared us, please apologize."

Puxian looked at his three little ancestors and finally handed over the pill box with trembling hands.

Lin Long opened it, smelled it, and then closed it again with disgust.

"The smell of medicine."

Lin Yan took it.

"Take it back to Fifth Uncle."

"He gets beaten up every day, so he'll come in handy."

Zhu Rong, who was far away in the Pangu Palace, suddenly sneezed.

Lin Dasheng stepped onto the back of the Black Flame Wild Boar.

"Walk."

"Deliver the goods upon returning home."

The somersaulting fire wheel soared into the sky.

The Black Flame Boar was dragged into the air by the dragon tendon rope, letting out terrified squeals.

Lin Long sat on the pig's head and patted its ears.

"Don't shout."

"Take a bite first if you call again."

Puxian stood there, his clothes tattered, his magical treasures gone, and his forehead aching with a new and old bump.

He watched the three children walk away, then his legs gave way and he sat down on the ground.

A moment later, he took out a communication jade slip and said in a trembling voice, "Master... Tianpeng... has been tied up by the children of Pangu Palace."

The ruined palace on Mount Sumeru.

Upon hearing the message, Zhunti froze.

The one-eyed guide slowly closed.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight bowed his head, even his breathing became soft.

Zhunti made a strange sound from his throat.

"pig……"

"They're even stealing pigs?"

In the Mirror of Merit, Lin Dasheng dragged the Black Flame Wild Boar straight towards Buzhou Mountain.

Zhunti's vision went black.

"Those are the Dharma protectors on the pilgrimage."

"Not a spare ingredient..."