Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"Oh, it's you. You're the one who possessed me, right?"

"No, it's my anger that's attached to you."

"Could you please get off me first? Our relationship is moving too fast, I'm not ready."

The voice paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "You mortal are quite interesting."

"What's so interesting about it? I'm serious. It wouldn't look good if word got out that you, such a powerful figure, were possessing the body of an ordinary high school student like me. Why don't you go back first, and we can reschedule for another day?"

"I am in the Realm of Immortality and have no intention of coming to the earth."

"So what are you doing now?"

"It only sensed my divine artifact, so it transmitted its power over here, just to take a look."

Zhang Yang seemed to understand.

Simply put, the Vajra Pestle is his magic weapon. This thing absorbed energy in the fairy realm, which alarmed the main body.

The original owner discovered that someone was holding his magical artifact, so he channeled his power through the internet. As a result, this divine power transformed into flames, which then became fairies, elves, ghosts, and other such creatures, and took over his body.

"In layman's terms, you should be subordinate to the gods," said Yamantaka. "In any case, young man, it's not me who ruined you, it's this Star Realm that ruined you."

When will your anger subside?

"The Vajra pestle contains my wrath; how can wrath be so easily extinguished?"

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse: "Could you please calm down? You've been leading me around like this, and I don't even know where I'm going."

"I can't control it either."

Isn't that your anger?

“The gods possess spiritual power and have their own intentions. Although I am their master, I cannot forcibly suppress their anger. Once it has been aroused, it must be vented.”

Zhang Yang: "..."

Be patient, be patient. This old man is a god; don't stoop to his level.

"So what do we do now? Just keep running like this?"

"Just one day of happiness is enough."

"what?"

"The wrath of the Vajra Pestle will subside in a day. At that time, I will depart, and you will regain your freedom."

"..."

"You may spend this day sightseeing and enjoying the scenery of this Starry Realm. Once your anger subsides, you may leave."

"This is called sightseeing? This is called kidnapping!"

Zhang Yang roared in his mind.

But Yamantaka seemed completely unconcerned by his protest, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know what 'letting go' means?"

"..."

People are attached to themselves, to control, and to having everything under their control. But how can everything in this world be as one wishes? Only by learning to let go can one attain true freedom.

"You're using a fallacy to confuse the issue."

"I am speaking to you."

"I don't want to hear the law, I just want my body back."

"let it go."

"I can't let go!"

If you can't let go, then you need to let go even more.

Zhang Yang felt his blood pressure rising: "Okay, okay, you're right. I'll let it go. Let it be. It's just one day, isn't it? Anyway, this day has been bizarre enough."

Yamantaka chuckled and said, “Very well, since that’s the case, I will ordain you and give you a Dharma name.”

"Please allow me to refuse." Zhang Yang refused without even thinking: "I have already set my life goal, which is to collect all kinds of anime girls into my harem and live a life of being close to them every day. I need to use my Vajra!"

"Even if you become a monk, you can still have a harem."

"Is that alright? What about the precepts?"

“You can enter Vajrayana, and you can open a harem of consorts.”

"Sorry, Vajrayana is from the Snow Mountain region, right? Although I aspire to build a harem, I have absolutely no interest in turning girls into drums or anything like that. You should look for something better."

Yamantaka seemed unperturbed, and chuckled, "You're quite an interesting person. You're clearly burdened with worries, yet you also possess a certain sincerity and foolishness. Perhaps..."

Zhang Yang waited a while, and when he realized that He didn't continue, he asked, "Are you still there?"

"Of course I am."

Why are you still here?

Zhang Yang wanted to say more, but he felt his body stop, and then he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

This is a crimson space.

Beneath my feet stretched a sea of ​​clouds, crimson red as if burned, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The top of its head was also red, like a canvas soaked in red dye.

The air was warm, reminiscent of a scorching summer, but without any feeling of drought; instead, it had a sense of vitality.

Amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a Taoist temple stands tall.

It has an antique charm, with green tiles and red walls, and upturned eaves.

In this crimson world, the Taoist temple stands out conspicuously.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

"A Taoist temple?"

“Indeed.” The voice of Yamantaka echoed in his mind. “This is the Star Realm. The essence of this space is that the spirit is superior to the matter. For a god, a single thought can affect the entire space.”

"The scenery, laws, and rules of this grotto-heaven are all determined by its master."

"He wanted a Taoist temple, so this Taoist temple came into being; He wanted a sea of ​​crimson clouds, so this sea of ​​crimson clouds came into being."

"This god uses 'red' as his banner, therefore the heavens and earth are all red."

Zhang Yang was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Where is the owner of this cave?"

“He has not yet descended.” Yamantaka explained, “Since the severing of the connection between heaven and earth, although gods enjoy eternal life, they cannot freely come to earth and use their divine power to influence nature and civilization.”

"If one wishes to come to Earth, one's divine essence must depart from mythology and form a soul in the realm between life and immortality. Then, the myths circulating on Earth will converge and transform into a body."

"But even so, when we gods come to earth, we will be affected by the madness of the earth, lose our rationality, and become mad and disobedient gods."

The disobedient god...

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that this setting was somewhat familiar, and was about to ask more questions.

Boom!

The crimson clouds seemed to be parted from the middle by a giant hand, and then scattered to both sides with a roar!

The eaves of the entire Taoist temple trembled violently, and the tiles rattled loudly!

A beam of crimson light descended from the sky and landed straight on the stone platform in front of the Taoist temple.

As the light faded, a deity stood with his hands behind his back.

Wearing a crimson jade crown, its radiance shimmering and adorned with crimson pearls, the surrounding clouds were dyed crimson.

Clad in a robe adorned with three crimson feathers, the robe's hem fluttered, revealing layers of red, orange, and gold feather patterns that resembled raging flames or spreading crimson clouds.

He was tall and had a sharp, angular face with a fierce air about him.

As his eyes opened and closed, a crimson light appeared, as if two flames were dancing deep within his pupils.

He just stood there, without making any movement, and the entire crimson space seemed to have found its center.

All the crimson clouds tilted slightly in his direction.

It seemed that all things in heaven and earth revered this god.

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why I suddenly felt a surge of anger. It turns out it was you calling me."

"The great and mighty King Deming."

“You came before me with anger as your guide.”

"Do you wish to fight me?"

"Since that's the case, I will tell you my name."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his crimson feather robes fluttering in the wind: "I am—the Crimson Emperor!"

Zhang Yang raised his head, his gaze fixed on the deity.

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Seriously? A real fight? Against a god who looks like a top-tier master?

Hey, hey, hey, I never said I was going to go!

I can't even control my own body now. Can you gods please not drag me down with you when you fight?

You want me to fight the Crimson Emperor?

This Crimson Emperor sounds like a formidable character. He wears a jade crown and a feathered robe, and his appearance is accompanied by a red light effect. He looks like a BOSS-level being!

but--

His body was already moving.

He gripped the Vajra pestle tightly in his right hand, his knuckles cracking, and golden light flowed across the pestle, creating a stark contrast with the crimson divine light emanating from the Crimson Emperor.

"Hey! Yamantaka! Control your anger! I don't want to fight! I really don't want to fight!"

The voice of Yamantaka echoed gently: "Put it down."

"Put your head down, my foot!"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Land of China Carries the Spirit on My Shoulders

Boom!

The Crimson Emperor raised a hand, and a sea of ​​crimson clouds surged forth, transforming into a colossal fiery dragon that converged from all directions, crashing down upon Zhang Yang!

Divine fire filled the sky, covering the entire earth!

Zhang Yang's figure abruptly halted in mid-air, his Vajra Pestle held horizontally before his chest, its golden light surging, but he couldn't block it at all.

boom!

The fiery dragon crashed into the Vajra Pestle, and the golden light was swallowed by the crimson flames.

Zhang Yang was blasted backward and tumbled dozens of meters in the crimson sea of ​​clouds before he could barely regain his footing.

The golden luster on the surface of the steel bar has dimmed considerably.

The Crimson Emperor stood still, hands behind his back.

"Great Vajrabhairava, is this all the anger you have?"

Zhang Yang did not answer, but gripped the Vajra Pestle tightly and kicked off with both legs!

boom!

The crimson sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet exploded, and his figure once again transformed into a golden lightning bolt, charging towards the Crimson Emperor!

The Vajra pestle was raised high above the head, and golden light condensed at the tip of the pestle, like a golden star.

Zhang Yang roared angrily.

"kill!"

The golden light at the tip of the staff crashed down on the Crimson Emperor!

The Crimson Emperor raised his eyes, and a palm burning with crimson flames met the Vajra Pestle.

Boom!

Centered on the two people, the crimson sea of ​​clouds within a radius of a hundred feet was shaken apart and scattered, the eaves of the Taoist temple trembled violently, and tiles fell off with a crash.