Wanjie Game Hall, I sent Kiana to Silent Hill

The stick was about to hit down when suddenly a familiar string music was heard, forcibly stopping Bianca's long stick.

"What a cruel and ruthless monkey."

The headless monk, holding the xylophone, slowly walked over the thick yellow sand. His figure began to change, from skinny and dark to tall and white. The once friendly aura gradually faded from him, and he distanced himself from people.

He picked up the head that King Huangfeng had held in his arms and placed it around his broken neck. Finally, with a long chant, the headless monk announced his identity.

"Little benefactor, I am the master of the Small Xumi Mountain, and my Dharma name is Lingji."

Lingji? Lingji Bodhisattva? It was him…it was indeed him. Bianca retracted her staff.

"Why did you lose to him? Shouldn't the Wind-Fixing Pearl be on you?" she asked Lingji Bodhisattva.

Lingji Bodhisattva sighed softly and recounted to Bianca the story of how the Yellow Wind King had found the Great Saint's Root, seized the opportunity to attack him, and severed his head to use as a vessel for refining. His voice was steady, not like a lie, so Bianca tentatively believed his account.

But she has her own conclusion on the full picture of the Yellow Wind King incident.

Lingji Bodhisattva then confessed his mistake and returned the Great Saint Root that the Yellow Wind King had found to Bianca. However, she also realized that Lingji Bodhisattva never mentioned the matter of the Shahari Kingdom, only saying that the Yellow Wind King's misfortune was due to his poor supervision, and glossed over the fact that mortals turned into rat demons overnight.

But he didn't mention it, but Bianca insisted on bringing it up.

"Can Huangfengling return to its original state?" she asked, staring at Lingji Bodhisattva.

Lingji Bodhisattva shook his head.

"Cause and effect, karma, who can erase it? Little donor, it's good to be kind, but if that kindness leads to disaster..."

Although he had his eyes closed, Bianca felt as if she was being stared at by a sharp gaze.

Bianca felt a chill on her back for a moment, but she was not afraid and continued to stare at Lingji Bodhisattva.

After a brief silence, Lingji Bodhisattva sighed softly.

"Sins are unforgiving."

With a soft sigh from him, the sharp gaze disappeared.

The story of Yellow Wind Ridge has come to an end. Just like the ending of Black Wind Mountain, Bianca witnessed another scene from someone else's story.

The story is simple, with only two characters: a scholar and a fox. The scholar, who was preparing for an imperial examination, felt pity for the injured fox and rescued it, but then killed it because of a nightmare.

The weight carried at both ends of this salvation and killing is not good and evil, but human selfishness.

Just like the dry bones in the yellow sand, the corpse beside the blood pool, the brother trapped in the cage, and the brother whose heart is trapped in the cage...

Bianca exited the game, took off her helmet, and was silent for a moment.

"Well, it seems you have found your place in the story." Wang Xuanqiao was standing behind her. Seeing this, he smiled at Bianca.

But Bianca asked Wang Xuanqiao a question: "Manager, if we want to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace, shouldn't we start by attacking the gods and Buddhas of Lingshan?"

"Oh?" Wang Xuanqiao raised his eyebrows.

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The silly goose is making trouble in Heaven! Why would I have such a dream?

And, in a sense, Bianca does qualify as ruthless. After all, Yulandel is just as ruthless to her enemies. I remember someone calling Dai'e a classic Dragon King, but Dragon Kings... well, Dragon Kings are just Dragon Kings. It would be unreasonable if the combination of Shaniyat and Kaslana's genes couldn't produce a powerful character.

Long Aotian is definitely better than "I can't do anything", right? (laughs)

Sometimes, it is inevitable that people who dislike Long Aotian may have never heard the cry of those who seek but cannot get in the wind.

Volume 162: : Yulandel makes havoc in the Heavenly Palace, brackets try

Are we about to enter the Monkey King's Heavenly Palace?

Wang Xuanqiao pondered, recalling the time when he met Monkey King, who had not yet traveled west, during the mission, and was taken by Monkey King to the Tushita Palace to steal elixirs.

He roughly calculated the space occupied by the thirty-six heavenly palaces and seventy-two treasure halls and realized that even if no immortal was willing to stop Bianca, it would take her forever to dismantle each one. This didn't even include the efficiency of repairs. If that was included...

Then maybe we really have to wait until the chicken finishes eating the rice, the dog finishes licking the noodles, the fire burns the lock, and the pigeon types the words...the last one doesn't count.

However, Bianca's meaning is actually a bit subtle.

Wang Xuanqiao felt that based on her personality, if she wanted to open up new laws and rules for the world, the words she would use would not be "havoc in heaven".

After all, the havoc in Heaven was just a "havoc", and it would eventually end with mutual compromise.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuanqiao roughly guessed what Bianca wanted to do in Black Myth.

"You don't have to worry about Lingshan." He cleared his mind and replied, "Going to Lingshan won't end well. If you hit them too hard, those gods and Buddhas might choose to pass away and enter the cycle of reincarnation. Then you'll really conquer Lingshan."

"Huh?" Bianca was stunned. "Will the gods and Buddhas of Lingshan commit suicide if they lose? But that Lingji Bodhisattva, he looks even more relaxed and happy without his head."

"This is the Buddhist way." Wang Xuanqiao sat down next to her and explained patiently, "Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, so entering the cycle of reincarnation is actually a form of spiritual practice. If I lose to you this time, I will enter nirvana and reincarnate into the next life, or the next. It's like leveling up in a game. When I've practiced enough, I'll come back to fight you."

After hearing this, Bianca understood the rule advocated by Buddhism - if your account is useless, then create a new account to practice again.

"Eh? What's the trick in heaven?" She couldn't help but ask, her expression full of curiosity.

But after Bianca finished asking, she quickly raised her hand to stop Wang Xuanqiao and said, "Wait a minute, manager, don't say anything. Let me think about it."

Apparently, the Journey to the West that she had read in her mind was beginning to break out.

"Hmm—compared to the Buddha of Lingshan..." Bianca rested her chin between her index finger and thumb, pondered for a moment, and then asked in a slightly inquiring tone, "Would Heaven be inclined to directly seek a solution?"

"That's right." Wang Xuanqiao nodded with a smile. "Lingshan will use a small account to level up, while Tianting will look up strategy guides."

"However, the true nature of the immortal realm in Black Myth can't be completely replicated in Journey to the West. If you truly want to stir up trouble in Heaven again, then you should interact more with the people in the game and gather information from them."

At this point, Wang Xuanqiao thought of Zhongli. He was prospering in Black Wind Mountain, and Bianca could observe his methods for reference.

Both of them were extremely proactive. As soon as Wang Xuanqiao finished speaking, Bianca and he stood up and walked behind Zhongli's seat.

Zhongli is fighting Elder Jinchi's obsession.

"Give me back my robes! Give them back to me!"

Elder Jin Chi, who could no longer see, was banging his head against the ground frantically.

"Don't you realize it yet? That's not the cassock, it's your calamity." Zhongli held his long staff upright behind him, dodging the monks who looked like dried corpses as if he were taking a walk. "Those two hundred and seventy years are the distance between you and Buddha."

"No! Impossible! I've earned over a hundred robes in these two hundred and seventy years, and I just have to have one like his!"

Elder Jin Chi clutched his head in his hands, his back hunched as he lunged towards Zhongli. His posture was reminiscent of the insect-hunting child he once was, trying to catch the glow of a firefly in the dark forest.

"More than a hundred cassocks cannot weave a Buddha's position. They will only cover your eyes and make you unable to see where the Buddha is." Zhongli did not even move his stick at all. He kept walking in the old Zen temple and spoke calmly to Elder Jinchi.

"But if I don't get that cassock, how will the world know that I am practicing Buddhism?"

Elder Jin Chi's tone became even more violent. He changed his childish appearance of catching insects and assumed a Buddhist posture. He raised his palms in a Buddhist salute, then rose from the ground into the air, with a thin golden light emanating from behind his head.

"Whether you are cultivating Buddhahood or not, the world does not need to know."

Zhongli suddenly stopped where he was. He finally lifted up the long stick on his back, pointed it casually, and aimed the tip of the stick at Elder Jinchi in mid-air.

"Those who practice Buddhism either aspire to attain Buddhahood or seek an afterlife. Either way, it has nothing to do with the world."

The moment he finished speaking, the ordinary long staff in Zhongli's hand suddenly extended out. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the staff pierced Elder Jinchi's eyebrows, knocking him down from mid-air!

"Huh!? How come I don't know this trick? I'm also a destiny person?" Bianca's eyes widened.

After falling from the sky, Elder Jinchi suddenly lay on the ground, motionless. Like him, the monks in the Zen temple, who looked like mummies, also stopped moving.

Zhongli retracted his staff and slowly walked to Elder Jinchi.

"I understand..." Elder Jin Chi's whisper, as soft as a mosquito's, was heard.

"I understand... but I just can't see clearly, I can't see clearly... The gold dust on the Buddha statues, the incense in the Zen temples, which one doesn't require the participation of ordinary people? It's like this in this life, it will be like this in the next life, and I'm afraid it will be the same when I become a Buddha... "

After he finished speaking, Elder Jin Chi's obsession turned into a handful of dust and slowly dissipated under the moonlight of that year.

Bianca was a bit stunned. She hadn't expected Elder Jin Chi to say such a thing. She only remembered that this guy said he smelled foul, which made her involuntarily use all her strength to hit him hard...

Maybe I should have said something when I was fighting King Huangfeng just now?

No, that's not right. During the battle with the Yellow Wind King, the strong wind blew sand and gravel all over the sky, and every time I spoke, I would get a mouthful of sand.

If the conditions do not allow, there is nothing we can do!

Zhongli resolved Elder Jinchi's obsession, then left that state of mind and returned to the courtyard. Surprisingly, many little monsters were waiting there. Seeing Zhongli return, they gathered around and asked about what had happened.

Zhongli answered the curiosity of these monsters one by one, and then, surrounded by them, headed towards the place where the lord of Black Wind Mountain, the Black Wind King, was.

When King Black Wind saw with his own eyes that most of the monsters he had gathered on the mountain had sided with a monkey, he was so dumbfounded that he was speechless.

"Are you planning a rebellion?" After coming to his senses, the Black Wind King sternly questioned the monsters.

"Don't blame them." Zhongli walked out from the crowd of monsters and stood before the Black Wind King. "They only seek peace and happiness, not kingship. If you can make them a promise, they will disperse."

"Promise? Ha! I've already blessed them, allowing them to settle down in Black Wind Mountain! It's fine they don't pledge allegiance to me, but they're actually asking for a promise from me? Tell me, what kind of magic potion did you give them?"

The Black Wind King laughed out of anger, and finally questioned Zhongli in a calm voice.

"Then I want to ask you, why do you directly assume that I am the enemy?" Zhongli did not answer, but asked him instead.

This question really stumped the Black Wind King.

"...But aren't you here to obtain the Great Sage's root?" He was silent for a long while before he finally managed to utter this question.

Zhongli simply shook his head and replied, "Taking the Root Vessel doesn't necessarily mean I'll become your enemy. If you need it more than I do, I won't take it by force. Since there's no need to fight to the death for it, why not sit down and talk first?"

King Black Wind really sat down, which stunned the land that was secretly observing from inside, and also stunned Bianca who was watching outside.

Only Wang Xuanqiao couldn't help but laugh. This Black Bear Demon was indeed a coward. Perhaps it was because Elder Jin Chi, who had suffered retribution before him, felt a pang of empathy.

Since he doesn't dare to do things too drastically, there is naturally room for mediation.

As expected, Zhongli and the Black Bear Demon had a long conversation and successfully extracted information about someone instigating the practice from Heaven. As for the Great Sage's Root, after sending the demons away, the Black Bear Demon frankly told Zhongli that he didn't dare refine it at all, and could only offer it to those inexperienced in the mountains to pay him tribute.

The Great Sage's Root was now a hot potato to him, something he couldn't hold onto, but couldn't throw away either. So the Black Bear Demon took advantage of the situation and suggested that Zhongli and him have a mock fight, so he could take the Root away.

He didn't dare stay any longer. If even one piece slipped out of the chess game played by those people in the sky, it would be enough to kill him, an ant.

Zhongli climbed to the top of Black Wind Mountain as agreed, fought a painless battle with the Black Bear Demon, and recovered his roots.

Bianca was stunned.

What about the Gathering and Dispersing Qi technique? Aren't you learning it anymore? What about the Fire Shield? Is it useless? And why is this Black Bear Demon so easy to talk to?

Are we really playing the same game???

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Volume 163: : That woman, join the farming!

Zhongli ended his Black Myth journey.

He first took off his helmet, sat in his original position and thought for a while, then suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and a square flying star appeared in his palm.

Under the gazes of Wang Xuanqiao and Bianca, Zhongli clenched his palm, as if to capture the flying star. But the flying star seemed to vanish into thin air, instantly disappearing into Zhongli's palm. The next moment, he opened his palm again, and within it, a juicy peach appeared!

Sun Wukong's transformation technique!

No? You really can? This was the third time Bianca was shocked.

Although she knew that there were some powerful guests in the game hall, she never expected that there would be some who were so powerful.

Could it be that...will there be guests like the Monkey King appearing in the game hall in the future?

Compared to Bianca's complete astonishment, Wang Xuanqiao was rather curious about this scene. However, he wasn't curious about Zhongli's ability to transform flying stars into peaches. After all, in Teyvat, Zhongli was considered the ancestor of all immortals.

Not to mention the legend of the Emperor's thousand faces, just the immortals who can retain clouds and borrow wind, cut the moon and build up the sun, and manage water and stack mountains, are all proficient in the art of transformation.

He was curious: had Zhongli replicated this spell in his own way, or had he truly found an opportunity to learn it through the game? If the latter, wouldn't that mean that the game had become a spell-learning machine for Zhongli?

"Did you learn this from the game?" Wang Xuanqiao asked Zhongli.

"I got some inspiration." Zhongli nodded. "Although I don't have the divine power seen in the game, the logic behind the spells is somewhat imitable. I made some minor changes using my own power and achieved this result."

Wang Xuanqiao immediately understood. It seemed that the powers on both sides were similar, which allowed his body to retain the feeling of casting a spell.

"Excuse me, how can I learn the spells from Black Myth?"

Bianca came back to her senses from her surprise, and finally couldn't suppress her yearning for magic and asked Zhongli for knowledge.

Not to mention other spells, she was really jealous of the Immobilize spell. This spell was valuable beyond combat, and could also be used to save those in danger.

"This is..." Zhongli waved his hand, making Peach disappear, and then looked at Bianca.

"Sir, just call me Yulandel," Bianca replied. "I also play Black Myth, but I can't find that spellcasting feeling after leaving the game. Could you please teach me?"