From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Tru's mother complained.

"Let's chat, let's chat, chat to your heart's content." Sheriff Blake was quite humorous. Seeing Chen Long return and not seeing the others, he asked, "Did the others go shopping for gifts?"

"No, Sheriff Black, I need the assistance of the District 13 police force!"

Chen Long concisely recounted how Dao Long impersonated Santa Claus to kidnap them, and how he asked a feng shui monk and eighteen martial monks to rescue them, only to be defeated by Dao Long.

"no problem!"

Although Sheriff Black was amiable, he was a little tired of chatting with Tru's mother all night, so he quickly pulled Chen Long towards District 13.

Just as the Christmas elf was about to follow, Tru's mother grabbed him and demanded, "My son, Tru, were you in danger while saving Santa Claus?"

"I was just captured by an evil wizard," the little elf dared not hide the truth.

"Okay, I'll go too."

Tru's mother, dragging the little elf along, caught up with Chen Long and Blake.

"Tru's mom? How did you get here?" Chen Long asked, puzzled.

“I’m not so old that I can’t walk!” Tru’s mother exclaimed. “My son is in danger, how can I, as his mother, wait for him to return with a clear conscience?”

"Ok."

Unable to argue further, and with the situation urgent, Chen Long didn't try to persuade him any more.

Back in District 13, Sheriff Black immediately notified the officers and agents who had not yet taken leave, including only one agent: Tagg.

This Agent Taggart is a legendary figure in District 13. He has retired, but he still infiltrates District 13 by disguising himself as a janitor or an ordinary police officer in order to undertake missions that ordinary people cannot handle.

"Tagg? It's you!"

Upon seeing the cleaning worker remove her human skin mask, Blake was overjoyed and introduced her to Chen Long, saying, "This is our District 13's best agent, bar none."

Hello, Tagg.

Chen Long shook hands briefly with the confident, smiling agent, then said to Sheriff Blake, "We should get going."

What mode of transportation will we use?

Tagg adjusted his watch on his left wrist and asked Sheriff Black, "A helicopter? And what mission are we going on, calling up officers on the eve of Christmas?"

“Save Chen Long’s family,” Sheriff Blake said.

“Hey boss, if your friend’s family member gets kidnapped, you can go straight to the regular police, but we’re a secret department.” Tagg raised an eyebrow, extremely dissatisfied with Blake’s “abuse of power.”

“No, saving Dad and the others is just a side task. Our main mission is to save Santa Claus!” Chen Long said, then turned to the Christmas elf and said, “We can go now.”

The latter raised his arms and summoned wind and snow, which swept over everyone present.

When the snowstorm subsided, everyone had returned to Shangri-La.

Grasslands, forests, yaks...

Snow-capped mountains, lakes, temples...

Under the illumination of the sun, moon, and stars, the water and sky blended into one, creating a breathtaking scene that amazed Sheriff Black, Agent Tagg, and dozens of District 13 officers.

Of course, Tagg and the police officers were even more shocked by the Christmas elf's magic.

"So, Santa Claus really exists?"

Tagg looked at the elf and immediately said to his watch, "Log records show that Santa Claus is real. This mission is extremely difficult, but as the best agent, I will definitely be able to complete it!"

# Chapter 918 Reincarnation and Nirvana: How Easy Is It? (Part 3) Another Battle Against the Blade Dragon

"Hey! Chen Long, you've got the wrong person! It's one thing to invite a feng shui monk, but why did you bring Sheriff Blake along too?"

"We must use magic to fight magic!"

Just like last time, while Daolong was setting up magic at Songzanlin Temple in the center of the sacred lake, Chen Long and his group rushed into the ancient city that bloomed like a lotus flower, found the place where Old Man, Tru, Bull Warrior, Little Snake, Feng Shui Monk and the Eighteen Bronze Men were imprisoned, and untied their ropes.

However, the old man was furious when he saw that Chen Long had actually invited officers from District 13.

“Dad, don’t be so nervous. Technology can also deal with magic. Our police officers’ guns defeated all the dark elves along the way,” Blake said proudly.

"There's one more thing!"

But the old man ignored Blake and pointed at Tru's mother, saying, "Why is this old woman here too?"

"Old goat, don't flatter yourself. I'm not here to save you, but to save my son."

Tru's mother walked up to Tru and scolded him, "Tru, you can't take risks like this anymore!"

"Mother···"

Tru was somewhat timid in front of his mother.

"Haha! Chen Long, you've brought me so many people again!"

Two loud laughs came from the lake. Daolong leaped onto the scene, waved his magic wand, and all the dark elves that had been shot down by the police officers of District 13 were restored, surrounding Chen Long and his group.

"In this way, your Qi will be sufficient!"

Daolong tossed aside his wand, took out a spiked club, and ordered the dark elves to step back. He brandished it and said, "Now I finally understand why demons like to wield swords and spears. Powerful strength and vigorous vitality, if only used to cast spells, bring no pleasure whatsoever."

Santa Claus possesses such abundant Qi, yet he only uses it to deliver presents to children—what a waste! It can be used to its fullest potential within my body.

“You won’t succeed!” Sheriff Black waved his hand, and the officers from District 13 immediately pulled the trigger.

In an instant, hundreds of bullets shot out.

But Dao Long just chuckled, and a powerful aura surged around him, repelling all the bullets. He then swung his spiked club, creating a gust of wind that sent them flying one by one.

Immediately afterward, before everyone had even landed, Dao Long threw out another golden cymbal. The two cymbals combined and made a clanging sound, enveloping everyone, including Chen Long, inside. Only the Christmas elf hurriedly reached out and released wind and snow, escaping before being trapped inside the golden cymbal.

Inside the golden gong, it was pitch black. Chen Long and his group were sweating profusely from the heat. Unable to contain themselves, they tried to break free by arching and ramming left and right, pushing and pressing up from above and below, but to no avail.

Tru straightened his back, intending to break the golden gong, but he saw that the upper and lower walls of the gong were also separated by a distance, just enough for him to stand upright, so there was nowhere to exert force.

Left with no other choice, he had to squat down, and the top and bottom of the golden gong were compressed, just enough to hook the top of his head.

Needless to say, no matter how much the others tried, they couldn't do anything to the golden bell.

"Dad!"

Chen Long wiped the sweat from his face, panting heavily, and asked anxiously, "Can your magic open this golden gong?"

"Oh no, Dad's magic has failed!"

The old man chanted incantations, but no matter how many times he chanted "Demons and monsters, leave quickly!", there was no reaction whatsoever from the pufferfish in his left hand and the lizard in his right. "This place is completely isolated from the outside world!"

"That's impossible, Dad. If we're completely cut off, how will we breathe?"

Although it was stuffy and poorly ventilated inside the golden gong, breathing was not a problem, which puzzled Chen Long.

How did Dad know?

The old man tapped Chen Long on the head, speechless, but felt that this situation was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

correct!

In the version of Journey to the West given by Jiang Liu, there is a scene where Sun Wukong is trapped in the Golden Bell, and the Yellow-Eyebrowed King also has a thick and unfortunate wolf-tooth club and a human-seed bag.

"Old man, don't waste your energy!"

Dao Long tapped the golden cymbal and said sarcastically, "My bag, golden cymbal, and spiked club are all transformed from the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl. They are treasures left behind by enlightened people. They correspond to the movement of the nine planets. No one without the level of Buddha can escape from these three treasures!"

"Don't even mention you, old codger. Even if all eight demons and eight immortal gods gathered together, trapped by my golden gong, they would only turn into a puddle of pus with the passage of time!"

Then, Daolong waved his hand, ordering the dark elves to carry the golden cymbals and accompany him to Songzanlin Temple for the final ceremony!

He wanted to see for himself—

When innocent righteous people are about to be turned into a puddle of pus by the golden bell, will the "goddess" existing in the sacred lake still be able to hide?

At the same time.

The Christmas elf teleported away and returned to the North Pole. He recounted the events to the other elves and said dejectedly, "That sword dragon was too powerful. Chen Long and the dragon team he recruited, the feng shui monk, and the police officers from District 13 have all been wiped out."

Upon hearing that Santa Claus couldn't be saved, the elves became anxious.

"What should I do?"

"Santa Claus is doomed!"

"How about we find a new Santa Claus?"

"Jiang Liu is not bad."

"He is an immortal god, and no one will dare to kidnap him in the future."

"Wouldn't Mrs. Christmas be willing to find a younger husband? That way, she wouldn't have to maintain the image of a kind grandmother anymore."

"..."

Seeing that the other elves had already started thinking about finding the next Santa Claus, Kevin, the Christmas elf who had initially found Jiang Liu and his group, and who had led Chen Long to seek outside help time and time again, cheered up and raised his voice, scolding, "Guys, don't say such discouraging things. We are part of Santa Claus. If Santa Claus really dies, we will gradually disappear as well."

and--

Santa Claus created us to bring joy to children all over the world, so we should always remain optimistic and not shrink back in fear.

The little elves looked at each other, then fell silent and all turned to look at Kevin.

Kevin said, "There's only one way now, and that is to invite the immortal god! I'll go find Jiang Liu, and you, including the security personnel, will all go to the Himalayas, find Shangri-La, and delay all of that wizard's actions!"

As long as Santa Claus returns, all our sacrifices will have been worthwhile!

"Yes, Commander Kevin!"

The elves used their magic to teleport to the Himalayas, found Santa's house by following the coordinates left by Kevin, went around to the back of the house, found the towering cliff, and jumped down one by one without saying a word, passing through the clouds and entering Shangri-La.

"For Santa Claus!"

"For Christmas!"

"Charge!"

Upon landing, these Christmas elves charged towards the ancient city.

Upon seeing the Christmas elves, the dark elves in the city did not hesitate for a moment. They jumped, climbed, and ran out of the city to meet them in battle.