After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

He made Zhu Jiuyin's daughter call him grandpa...

He even went around showing off to people.

This was practically a slap in the face, a slap right across Zhu Jiuyin's face.

How could a great god like Zhujiuyin possibly tolerate such an insult?

"Later, my father found you, Da Bai."

Arona gripped Zhou Yan's chest tightly, her head slightly raised above his chest, her red eyes fixed on Zhou Yan's chin.

"He fought with you."

Zhou Yan asked with difficulty.

"I lost?"

Bai Ze is not a very good fighting beast. Zhou Yan's only real fighting ability among his innate divine powers is the "tremor" skill. The others are basically for running away and escaping.

Both Houtu Niangniang and Yinglong have said that Bai Ze is both cunning and good at running away. Zhou Yanwu estimated that in the later stages of his life, fighting four battles was just a side job, and running away was his main job if he couldn't win.

Therefore, Zhou Yan felt that he would most likely lose to a powerful being like Zhu Jiuyin, even if Bai Ze was at full awakening at that time.

"Well, Big White, you lost. I was captured by Father and taken to Zhangwei Mountain."

Zhangwei Mountain is the territory under the jurisdiction of Zhujiuyin, and is Zhujiuyin's divine kingdom.

“Back then, I cried and made a fuss every day, wanting to find you, Da Bai. Later I found out that I am not actually your granddaughter. I have been deceived by you for hundreds of years.”

Arona's voice sounded aggrieved.

"After I realized the truth, my father kept telling me that you were a white-haired beast who liked to cause trouble everywhere, and that anyone in the family who saw you from now on had to beat you up."

"But I don't think you're a bad person, Da Bai. My dad is the bad guy..."

Arona said bitterly.

“My father came to acknowledge me not because I am His daughter, but because He did not want you to take advantage of him. He does not care about the life or death of our descendants who have spread our seed everywhere.”

Zhou Yan: "..."

Just as Zhou Yan was about to say something to comfort him, a voice came from inside the Little Western Heaven.

"Xiao Yan?"

It was Little Yama's voice.

Zhou Zhong”⊥！ :2№＝9¤4↑※｛43∷∽5○∠64 Yan closed his eyes and focused his attention on the Little Western Heaven.

……

Within Little West Heaven lies a small world, a mountain peak.

Little Yama stood atop the mountain peak, shouting.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, can you hear me?"

Zhou Yan's eyes peeked out from the dim, gloomy sky.

There was a whooshing sound of wind, which then turned into somewhat indistinct human voices.

"I can hear you..."

"Brother Yan..."

"Tell me the secret that can kill me..."

Little Yama sat down on the mountaintop and said helplessly.

“Xiao Yan, you may not know, but I went to Mount Ling these past few days and asked the Bodhisattva of Joy about the situation there.”

Do you know what I asked?

Little Yama looked up and met Zhou Yan's eyes.

Zhou Yan said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"You experts, you'd die if you didn't show off, wouldn't you? You'd die if you didn't leave things unsaid?"

"What kind of time is this? Can't you be honest and just say what you have to say?"

Zhou Yan really didn't understand. Knowing full well that others didn't understand, why did you still ask like you were showing off?

Especially in some detective dramas and horror movies, when some supporting characters are about to die, can't they just shout out the murderer and the truth first?

He rambled on and on, but when it came to the really important thing, he couldn't catch his breath and suddenly died.

Little Yama shrugged.

"You're so clueless, never mind."

Little Yama clapped his hands.

“This is what the Bodhisattva of Joy told me at that time.”

A giant water-land mirror, 5 meters by 5 meters, appeared in front of Little Yama. The mirror first showed a flurry of snowflakes, followed by a blurry image of Mount Ling.

The camera pans down over Lingshan. At this point, Lingshan seems to have not yet suffered a great calamity. The monks walking among the temples are still normal, with all their facial features intact and no deformities in their bodies.

Some bodhisattvas and arhats, radiating Buddha's light and with a sun shining from behind their heads, preached and chanted in different temples. The Buddha's light swirled around Lingshan, making it truly a place of divine beauty and splendor.

The camera finally focuses on the Joyful Bodhisattva sweeping the floor inside the Jile Temple. This Bodhisattva is dressed differently from the one Zhou Yan rescued. The Joyful Bodhisattva in the water mirror is wearing a conservative nun's robe, but her voluptuous figure and beautiful face are even more captivating.

"Amitabha."

The Bodhisattva of Joy suddenly put his hands together in prayer and softly chanted the Buddha's name.

A young nun appeared from behind the Bodhisattva of Bliss.

"Master..."

The young nun bowed to the Bodhisattva of Joy with her hands clasped together.

"Is something the matter?"

The Bodhisattva of Joy gave the broom to his disciple.

“Anrui, in a quarter of an hour, the Buddha will arrive from afar. Go to the door and wait for him to come. Then invite him to your monk’s room.”

"I accept the order."

The Bodhisattva of Joy went to rest in His monks' quarters, and the little nun put the broom in a clean place and went to guard the entrance of the Temple of Bliss.

At this moment, Xiao Yanjun sped past, and outside the road where the Jile Temple was located, Yu Han appeared on time: 85［[4′, and a big-bellied, thick-eared, smiling, barefoot monk.

The monk didn't look particularly special at first glance; he just looked like a fat monk who had eaten too much vegetarian food. But the little nun who knew the monk's identity was completely shocked.

The great monk walked to the front of the Blissful Temple, and the disciple of the Bodhisattva of Joy immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Future Buddha? You..."

The pot-bellied monk said with a chuckle.

"Was it the Bodhisattva of Joy who sent you to wait here?"

"The Buddha's teachings are profound; I will admire them in the future."

The future Buddha bowed to the disciple of the Bodhisattva of Joy with his hands clasped together.

The disciple hurriedly replied.

“The future Buddha, Master said, He is waiting for you in His monk’s cell.”

"This old monk understands. I'll trouble you to wait here, young monk."

Chapter Twenty-Five: Suicide

Zhou Yan tried to move his body, but it felt like his body was filled with lead.

Oh no, even lead weights weren't this heavy. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, its weight evenly distributed over every inch of his body, to the point that Zhou Yan lost the ability to move.

Across from him, Arona's complexion improved, and he even slightly raised his chin, looking at Zhou Yan with a smug expression.

Zhou Yan's lips twitched a few times; the young man seemed to want to say something, but gave up.

When Zhou Yan went to the South Heavenly Gate and was chased by the gods there, he noticed that these gods shouted that they wanted to fight and kill, and used all sorts of methods, but they didn't use any spells like mental control or perception control.

This is not hard to understand. Zhou Yan guessed that the gods of the South Heavenly Gate had probably fought Bai Ze before. Judging from the way those Heavenly Kings and generals gritted their teeth, they must have fought Bai Ze in the past by attacking, poisoning, or plotting against him. Therefore, these generals were very clear about Bai Ze's abilities.

For example, Bai Ze can control minds, sense and control immunity, and even fight back.

The same goes for Arona on the other side. Zhou Yan's current body is not involved in mental control or sensory control at all, but is purely physical control.

Arona was very familiar with how to fight Bai Ze; otherwise, with Arona's innate divine power—illusion—the battle would have ended right at the beginning.

"You are weaker than I thought."

Aruna emerged from the shadows of His house, the light of the monastery shining on her face, making the skin of this small, white-haired, red-eyed girl appear even more delicate.

Zhou Yan even suspected that such delicate skin would ulcerate in no time if exposed to sunlight.

Arona walked up to Zhou Yan.

"But it's fine this way."

Aruna opened his arms.

Zhou Yan's body moved uncontrollably closer to Arona, and the young man opened his arms and embraced Arona's body.

Previously, perhaps due to the aura, Zhou Yan hadn't noticed, but now that he was holding her, he realized that Arona was very small, her head only reaching his chest, and she was a tiny little bundle when he picked her up.

Arona rested her head on Zhou Yan's chest, gently inhaling his scent.

"Then we don't need to separate anymore."

Zhou Yan: "..."

"Wait a moment……"

Zhou Yan hesitated.

“I, I promised another you in Penglai that I would find you and bring you to Penglai. If I fail to do so, I, I should die in five years.”

So you fucking let me out right now!

Arona raised her head slightly, and a surge of possessiveness welled up in her blood-red eyes.

"It doesn't matter……"

Arona rubbed his face against Zhou Yan's chest.

“Even if you die, I will give you a proper burial. I will find a way to preserve your soul so that you may regain your intelligence. I…”

Arona laughed heartily.

"I will keep you in my world forever, and never leave."

Zhou Yan pursed his lips, then released them a few seconds later.

"Can't we find a better way to get along?"

Arona hugged Zhou Yan tightly around the waist.

"I won't let you leave me again..."

"You are mine..."

Yi Zhouyan said in a low voice.

Revealing "the future..."

Arona suddenly looked up at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan sighed inwardly.

Before Ling went to the Vajra Temple, Zhou Yan saw that after Vajrapani Bodhisattva uttered the word "future," his Dharma form shattered, and his Buddha light became unstable, as if he had suffered an inexplicable severe injury.

Qi is currently being controlled by Arona. Zhou Yan tested it with his Extreme Eye and found that to escape from this white-haired dragon, who seemed increasingly abnormal and whose mind appeared to be broken, running ability alone was not enough. Therefore, suicide was the only option left.

Ordinary suicide might not be able to escape Arona's control, so Zhou Yan wanted to try to understand the deeper secrets of this sacred mountain, in order to poison himself to death.

Ling Arona was also poisoned to the point of almost dying. Zhou Yan really didn't believe that Arona, who wasn't in her complete form at the moment, could withstand the secret curse of Mount Ling.

However, the "future" is not some "Leorod" who can summon thunder and lightning to destroy you with a single shout. After Zhou Yan shouted, there was no shattering of the Dharma form like that of Vajrapani Bodhisattva.

Turn to "you..."

Arona reached out and covered Zhou Yan's mouth.

"Don't say things like that..."