Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

[Congratulations on capturing Tiger Vanguard. Rewards are being calculated.]

[Ding! You have obtained one antidote pill.]

[Ding! You have obtained a Heart-Protecting Mirror.]

[Ding! You have obtained a bottle of Life Spring Water.]

Inside the Little Thunder Temple, as Tiger Vanguard obediently signed his name in blood, lines of characters flashed before Huang Mei's eyes.

Although the reward wasn't generous, Huang Mei was still delighted.

Something is better than nothing, and in terms of scale, the trip was worthwhile.

Not to mention, in addition to these three rewards, this trip also comes with a minimum of 10000 merit points...

"Susu, you take charge of making arrangements for Tiger Vanguard."

"Alright." Bai Susu nodded slightly, turned around and said, "Tiger Vanguard, follow me."

"Yes, sir," Tiger Vanguard said respectfully.

After seeing the lineup of Xiaoxitian, his fear of Huang Mei turned into awe, and he also felt more respect for Bai Susu...

After watching them leave, Huang Mei immediately took out the three items she had just acquired, preparing to examine them carefully.

You have to keep an eye on things; if you don't even know what use your own stuff is, then you're just incredibly lazy.

First, I picked up the antidote pill and examined it. I used my divine sense to detect its medicinal power and felt that it was about the same as the potency of the Ten Thousand Poisons Pill, so I put the two together.

Next, he picked up the heart-protecting mirror, which resembled a silver mirror, and after refining it with immortal energy and planting his primordial spirit mark, he gently placed the mirror on his heart. The mirror instantly adhered to his skin and gradually became invisible.

But he could clearly feel the presence of this object, and when he tapped it with his hand, it even produced a crisp metallic vibrating sound.

"Not bad, the safety has improved by at least 30%."

After lowering his hand, Huang Mei said with satisfaction.

He is neither a transmigrated soul nor a demon, so his internal organs and eyeballs are real weaknesses.

Now that I have a breastplate to wear with a Vajra chainmail, I don't have to worry about the calamity of being pierced through the heart and dying.

Finally, Huang Mei silently picked up a small bottle in front of him, released his divine sense to carefully probe it, and immediately sensed abundant life energy in the spiritual spring liquid.

This energy can heal injuries and restore energy; it feels like a panacea.

Unfortunately, the quantity is too small...

Just as he was reflecting on this, news of the ordeal at Huangfeng Ridge, and its outcome, seemed to have sprouted wings and traveled across time and space, spreading throughout the Three Realms.

The inner court of Tushita Heaven in Buddhism.

The Buddha from the East burst into laughter, his laughter spreading like sound waves, which made all the inner disciples look very unpleasant.

This means that even members of the same organization may not share the same joys and sorrows when faced with the same issue.

To put it bluntly, what made the Buddha of the East laugh heartily actually made them feel sad.

After all, the key figure in the rumors was the one who "stepped on" their way to the establishment of the Tushita Heavenly Court!

At least up to now, no one wants that person to make a name for themselves or gain any glory.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

However, they share a common hatred of the enemy within different organizations.

For example, the present-day Buddhist lineage...

Buddhist Temple, Lingshan.

The Buddha raised his hand to stop Kasyapa and Ananda from blaming and cursing Huangmei, and calmly said, "Stop arguing, I'm going to the Heavenly Court."

As the saying goes, it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.

He needs to have a good talk with the Great Celestial Venerable to clearly define the limits of "helping".

Such a situation as that on Huangfeng Ridge must never happen again, otherwise, wouldn't the Journey to the West plan just be a stepping stone for the Heavenly Court?!

Buddhist Temple - Purple Bamboo Grove

Guanyin picked the finest bamboo from the forest and, using willow branches and the elixir from the Jade Purification Bottle, rebuilt Zhifeng's body after he nearly lost his soul.

Sudhana stood quietly to the side, her hands clasped at her sides, like an extremely beautiful wooden sculpture of a human figure.

half an hour.

The immortal bamboo's body was fully formed, and the three-colored divine light gradually receded. Zhifeng, reborn, knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply: "Thank you, Bodhisattva, for saving my life!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva flicked the willow branch through the air towards Sudhana, and after she received it, she said calmly:

"You nearly lost your life trying to help me, so it's only right that I did it; but speaking of which, Zhifeng, after this battle, are you afraid?"

Zhi Feng shook his head decisively, his gaze resolute, and said, "Not only am I not afraid, but I'm also filled with boundless motivation. From now on, I will continue to assist Peng Zhu in restraining Huang Mei."

"You're commendable for your resilience in the face of setbacks. However, compared to the past, you now have an added weakness: a fear of fire. I'm genuinely worried that you'll suffer repeated defeats," Guanyin said gently.

Zhi Feng pursed his lips and said, "I will go back to Little Sumeru Mountain now and ask my master to lend me the Flying Dragon Staff."

Wasn't Huang Mei also relying on the Dharma weapon of the Buddha of the East to show off his power?

With the Flying Dragon Staff in hand, and the Dragon Girl's Willow Branch in hand, we will never lose to him again!

"The plan is good, but the Flying Dragon Staff is the natal magic weapon of Bodhisattva Lingji. Will he lend it to you?" Guanyin asked.

"He definitely will," Zhifeng said. "My master loves me the most. As long as I am determined to pray, he will eventually give in."

Guanyin said, "The problem is, if you take his Flying Dragon Staff to the mortal realm, you might cause some trouble that could eventually implicate him... So, I have a suggestion for you."

Zhifeng said, "Please enlighten me, Bodhisattva."

Guanyin smiled slightly: "Following the example of Huangmei, your master will be able to attack or defend as needed, eliminating potential threats to the greatest extent possible..."

Huang Mei was unaware of the various reactions from the Buddhist community. After examining the three new treasures, he immediately opened the Merit Mall and carefully selected elixirs that could increase his cultivation.

In the end, he kept only 3000 merits for reserve and exchanged the rest for cultivation resources.

As each pill was put into his mouth, its powerful medicinal properties immediately traveled through his meridians to his limbs and bones, where he then systematically refined them.

Within the field.

Nine tiny dust particles, each containing a Sumeru, simultaneously shone with divine light. However, while eight of them were exceptionally bright, only one appeared pale in comparison.

Huang Mei continuously poured the refined immortal energy into the ninth micro-dust, Na Sumeru, thus increasing his magical power. Naturally, he advanced his realm from the early stage of the ninth realm to the middle stage, saving him at least three hundred years of arduous cultivation.

"No wonder the protagonists in those fantasy dramas love taking drugs so much. Taking drugs is fun for a while, and you can keep taking drugs all the time."

After letting out a long breath, Huang Mei said happily.

He loved this Merit Mall so much; it was practically a cheating tool, a cheat code.

As long as there is a great calamity, as long as there is merit, one can infinitely strengthen oneself through the exchange system!

at the same time.

With the information about the calamity given by Guanyin, Sudhana, along with Zhifeng, who had "stole" the treasure of Lingji Bodhisattva and "betrayed" the Little Sumeru Mountain, arrived at a great river. There they found a raging torrent of water, with turbulent waves that stretched for eight hundred miles.

Upon approaching, another stone tablet stood on the bank, bearing three seal characters that read "Liusha River," and below it were four lines of smaller characters that read:

Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths.

Goose feathers cannot float, while reeds sink to the bottom.