Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

It is divided into nine levels: the first level is True Immortal, the second level is Earth Immortal, the third level is Heaven Immortal, the fourth level is Taiyi Golden Immortal, the fifth level is Chongluo Golden Immortal, and the sixth, seventh and eighth levels are all Quasi-Saint realms.

The ninth level is "Nine Returns to One," which is the ultimate state. It can reverse the origin, transform into the true form of chaos, and attain sainthood.

In the past, Donghuang Taiyi also stopped at the eighth level, and the ninth level was only a concept.

Ye Feng has only cultivated to the fourth level, but in the current Three Realms, he is already a top expert.

Meanwhile, after obtaining the Golden Cudgel, the monkey practiced diligently day and night, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds. He even broke through the shackles of the Celestial Immortal realm and entered the realm of the Taiyi Golden Immortal in one fell swoop.

This made Ye Feng sigh. As expected of a stone monkey born from heaven and earth, it took tens of thousands of years to appear in the world. Such innate talent and aptitude are truly enviable.

This monkey not only diligently cultivated himself, but was also extremely strict with his offspring, urging them to cultivate every day without the slightest slackening.

Ye Feng often stood on the mountaintop, observing quietly, and was often moved.

He suddenly remembered Earth.

Even though the past is gone, after living in another world for more than ten years, some feelings only quietly surfaced after they were far away.

I wonder if my former relatives and friends are doing well now.

Thinking of this, he recalled his "family" in this life—the mother crow who hatched him, and the crow brothers who came out of the same nest.

He was the only one who embarked on the path of cultivation by chance, while his mother and brothers were all mortals and, judging by their age, had probably already passed away.

He was not a heartless person; he always harbored a sense of attachment. Moreover, this world believed in cause and effect, and every meal and every favor had to be repaid.

During his apprenticeship at Fangcun Mountain, he repeatedly took time off to go down the mountain to search for their whereabouts.

Whether it's passing down cultivation methods or leaving behind elixirs and supernatural powers, it can be considered as repaying that bloodline bond.

Strangely, each time they returned, they could not find a trace of them.

Repeated attempts yielded no results, which was quite puzzling.

It wasn't just his relatives.

In my memory, that mountain forest was once home to flocks of crows, numbering nearly ten thousand, covering the entire mountainside.

But when he returned to the old place, the entire tribe had vanished without a trace.

There was not a single crow there, as if it had never existed.

Ye Feng silently kept this matter in mind, vaguely sensing that there was more to it than met the eye.

On this day, Ye Feng withdrew his attack technique. His internal magical power had reached its peak, and he no longer needed to cultivate arduously in the short term.

He walked out of the Yiyuan Palace and stood atop the waterfall. Below, the monkey troop was practicing their formations, with Generals Beng and Ba standing in front to supervise the training.

Judging by the time, the old Dragon King has probably already gone to the Heavenly Court to file a complaint.

However, the Heavenly Palace is far away, and its time is different from that of the human world.

As the saying goes, "A day in heaven is a year on earth," so by the time the Dragon Dynasty returns, at least several months will have passed.

If there is any delay, a year may have already passed.

Looking at the demons in the mountains, Ye Feng felt that Huaguo Mountain's strength was still too weak.

When the heavenly soldiers arrive, apart from himself and Sun Wukong, the other demons will probably be of little use.

Even Marshals Ma and Liu, as well as Generals Beng and Ba, were only at the level of ordinary True Immortals.

The overall combat strength of Huaguo Mountain still needs to be expanded.

Moreover, these were ultimately the monkey's subordinates. Although they respected him as their great king, there was still a distance between them.

He also needs to cultivate his own trusted confidants, preferably an elite force.

While he was pondering this, he suddenly remembered that he possessed a pair of mother-and-child rings, which could be used to capture a powerful demon as a subordinate.

However, the selection of candidates still needs to be considered.

He stood atop the mountain, his mind flashing through a variety of demonic creatures, only to reject them one by one.

Finally, a figure emerged in my mind, and upon careful consideration, it seemed to fit perfectly.

This person was a demon on the journey to the West, with great skills. He once fought Sun Wukong for a whole day without a clear winner.

What's even more remarkable is their kind and gentle nature, making them easy to control.

He was exactly the kind of capable subordinate I was looking for.

In the original story, even Guanyin was moved by him and used her magic to make him a guardian deity of the mountain.

Ye Feng thought to himself, "Since there's nothing else to do right now, I should set off for Xiniu Hezhou immediately to subdue this demon, lest it benefit Guanyin in the future."

Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated. He summoned a monkey and ordered it to tell Wukong that he would be away for two or three days. Then, with a stomp of his foot, he transformed into a rainbow and soared into the sky.

They sped along, and since Huaguo Mountain was located at sea, this westward journey only required crossing Wangyang.

The four continents occupy the four directions, forming this vast world.

The fastest route is by crossing the sea.

Just like the monkey seeking a master, he set sail from Flower Fruit Mountain, first to Jambudvipa, and after many years of wandering, he entered Niuhezhou.

Of course, land routes are also accessible; it is not impossible to travel by land.

Otherwise, Tang Sanzang would not have been able to walk from Nanzhan to Xiniuhezhou on his journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Now that Ye Feng has mastered supernatural powers and his true form is the Golden Crow, his speed is even slightly faster than Sun Wukong's.

In less than two hours, they had crossed the sea and entered the territory of Xiniu Hezhou.

After the clouds dispersed, he hesitated for a moment about whether to make a detour to Fangcun Mountain to pay respects to Patriarch Bodhi.

He immediately gave up – after all, he had only been gone for a few months, and the old man might not want to see him; business was more important.

So he determined the direction and headed straight for the border between Jambudvipa and Aparagodaniya.

Although the location is roughly in my memory, the specific landing point still needs to be investigated on-site.

This place is truly vast.

Ye Feng used his transformation technique to conceal his true form and quietly descended to the mortal realm. He gathered information along the way and headed straight for Black Wind Mountain.

The world is vast and boundless, and humankind is scattered like stars in the sky. Seventy percent of the population lives in Jambudvipa and Aparagodaniya – Jambudvipa accounts for 40% and Aparagodaniya for 30%.

The people of Nanzhan mostly revere Taoism, while the people of Xiniuhe practice Buddhism. The two sects have little contact and remain independent.

Ye Feng continued his journey, gradually moving away from the bustling city, and the scene before him became increasingly desolate.

Even though the human race has dominated the world since ancient times, and has ruled the world for countless years, there are still many regions that are uninhabited.

The mountains stretch endlessly, and the marshes crisscross, hiding countless monsters and spirits.

Black Wind Mountain is the place where demons dwell. There are scattered villages two or three hundred miles away from the mountain, but only a few hundred villagers live there, and the area is desolate.

Ye Feng stood in front of the mountain and looked into the distance. He saw that the mountain was thousands of feet tall, soaring into the clouds and stretching endlessly. In the valley, the cold wind howled, and there was a faint smell of foulness mixed in.

The sheer size of the mountains and rivers in this world far surpasses anything the previous Earth could have achieved.

He activated his "Golden Crow Divine Eye" and stared into the mountain's belly. He immediately saw a thick black mist swirling deep within. If it were to spread, it would be enough to blot out the sun and cover a radius of thousands of miles.

Having withdrawn his supernatural powers, he realized: "That's right, this is the place."

In my memory, there used to be a Guanyin Temple next to Black Wind Mountain, and the abbot there had a long-standing friendship with the black bear spirit.

But now, all around is desolate, and there is no trace of a temple.

Presumably, if time were reversed by more than 500 years, that Zen temple would not have taken shape yet.

Ye Feng stroked his chin, pondering for a moment: Should he break down the door directly, or set a trap to lure him out?

Different paths lead to the same destination; the final outcome is a single battle, after which the enemy is defeated and brought under one's command.

The difference is that the former is illogical, while the latter is famous.

Even if this "reason" is nothing more than a far-fetched excuse like "you shouldn't wear a hat."

In the blink of an eye, he had made his decision.

"I've always been a reasonable person. Wouldn't it be against the rules to just barge in? It's better to find a legitimate reason."

He nodded slightly, already having a plan in mind.

……

One day, the sky was clear and the air was crisp.

The black bear spirit rode on a demonic cloud, drifting leisurely among the mountains, carrying a gourd of wine in his hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a sip.

He had just returned from the Eagle King's banquet thousands of miles away. After a hearty meal and plenty of food, he was about to return to his cave for a good night's sleep.

Its true form is a giant bear, possessing some primordial bloodline, and after thousands of years of arduous cultivation, it has finally reached its current level of cultivation.

He was blessed with extraordinary fortune, learned several supernatural powers, awakened his talent, and became strong enough to lift a cauldron.

He has now reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm, and is considered a powerful figure in the entire Xiniu Hezhou, dominating the mountains and forests and living a carefree life.

What is particularly remarkable is that although this demon is a monster, it does not eat human lives.

When I first gained spiritual insight in my early years, I happened to obtain a Buddhist manual called "Vajra Power Kung Fu". I practiced it day and night and ended up acquiring a bit of Buddhist nature.

Therefore, although he lives on blood, he never touches human flesh; moreover, he often hides his form and surveys villages hundreds of miles away from the air.

During droughts, they would cast spells to summon clouds and rain, bestowing sweet rain upon the people.

It is truly a rare benevolent demon.

Even humans have flaws, let alone demons?

This bear has only one obsession: it is obsessed with treasures and loves to collect rare and unusual objects from heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, Xiniu Hezhou is barren and lacks resources, making rare treasures extremely scarce. Even after searching for thousands of years, he has only obtained a meager amount.

On my way home today, in a good mood, I suddenly noticed a faint, precious light floating in a valley on the edge of Black Wind Mountain.

He stopped walking, rubbed his eyes and looked closely, confirming that it was not a hallucination.

Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "This is a sign that a treasure has appeared in the world! I have lived in this mountain for so long, yet I was unaware that a magical treasure, yet to be revealed, was hidden there! It must be because of my good deeds and accumulated merits that I have moved Heaven and Earth, and thus received this opportunity!"

Overjoyed, he immediately turned his cloud around and rushed straight into the valley.

As they approached, they saw five-colored rays of light flowing endlessly within the valley, a sign that a rare treasure was about to emerge.

He was about to land when he suddenly stopped, his eyes darting around.

He then grinned, made a hand seal, and exhaled a burst of demonic energy.

In an instant, a strong wind arose, and dark clouds surged and quickly gathered, completely obscuring the entire valley.

"Hehe, now this treasure belongs to me, Old Bear, and no one who passes by will see the light." The black bear spirit became even more smug as he slowly descended into the valley.

Following the direction of the radiance, a vast and ethereal aura swept over them. Just as they approached, a beam of light suddenly shot up from the earth, piercing the heavens!

The bear was quick-witted and recognized it at a glance—it was a flying sword that was glowing with rosy light!

How could he afford to miss this opportunity? He stomped his foot and gave chase.

What a bear demon! Though its body was fat, its movements were swift. Riding on a cloud of demonic energy, it caught up with the sword light in just a few breaths, and then fiercely slashed down with its bear paw!

when!

With a crisp sound, like metal striking stone, the flying sword trembled in his palm, sparks flying everywhere, yet he could not break free.

This black bear practices the Buddhist "Vajra Power Technique." Once activated, its muscles and bones become as hard as cast iron, and its entire body is as solid as black iron, comparable to a meteorite from outer space.

After struggling for a few breaths, the flying sword finally calmed down, and the flowing light gradually dimmed. The black bear spirit laughed loudly, convinced that the sword was now his.

He looked down and examined it closely. He saw that the sword was ingeniously constructed, made of countless tiny needles. Its exquisite craftsmanship made it undoubtedly a celestial treasure.

Just as he was about to put it in his pocket, a loud shout suddenly came from the mountaintop: "Hey! Where did this black bear come from, daring to steal my Taoist treasure!"

Startled by the sound, the black bear spirit suddenly looked up and followed the sound.