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

The Nine-Colored Deer answered the questions quickly.

"Fool! You're a fool!"

Nine-Colored Deer had been called a fool by Su Xiaowan in the past. Because she didn't know what "fool" meant, Su Xiaowan had to patiently explain to Nine-Colored Deer that it meant a melon that couldn't be eaten.

Zhou Yan feigned surprise.

"Qingcai, you're so smart! You can even answer such a difficult question."

The nine-colored deer puffed out its chest even higher.

“Brother, you don’t know, everyone says Qingcai is stupid, but only Qingcai knows that she is very smart and no problem can stump her.”

Zhou Yan sighed.

"Ah, Kiyosaki is actually smarter than I imagined."

Zhou Yan beckoned with his finger again, and the second snake fruit flew into his hand, which he then placed in front of Qing Cai.

Qingcai smugly began to enjoy her reward.

Perhaps it was just psychological, but Qingcai felt that the second snake fruit in Zhou Yan's hand was much sweeter than the first one.

It was so delicious that even after we finished eating, we still wanted more.

This time, the Nine-Colored Deer, having finished eating the snake fruit, did not lick Zhou Yan's hand.

"Okay, this is the fourth question."

Zhou Yan's face was serious, and he tried his best to create a cold atmosphere.

"This question is extremely, extremely difficult! Only a truly intelligent child could answer it."

The nine-colored deer had a solemn expression and was on high alert.

Zhou Yan cleared his throat.

"The fourth question is, where is the narrowest road?"

The nine-colored deer lowered its head.

Zhou Yan waited quietly.

After a long while, the Nine-Colored Deer looked at Zhou Yan with teary eyes.

Zhou Yan quickly reassured him.

"It's alright. Just because you can't guess doesn't mean our Qingcai is stupid. Maybe she just hasn't encountered this before..."

The nine-colored deer sobbed softly.

"The fifth one, the fifth one..."

Zhou Yan stretched out one hand and spread his five fingers.

"Qingcai, the time has come to redeem yourself. As long as you can answer this question, you are still smart, the smartest and best child here."

The nine-colored deer stopped sobbing and continued to look at Zhou Yan seriously.

Zhou Yan was very satisfied with the Nine-Colored Deer's current attitude.

"The fifth question is very simple..."

Zhou Yan lowered his voice.

"Exactly, Qingcai, how did you leave this dream?"

The nine-colored deer tilted its head.

A naive child instinctively thinks this problem is very simple.

Zhou Yan quickly added.

“Some things may seem simple to you, but they may be very difficult for others. That’s the difference between a smart child and a not-so-smart child.”

The nine-colored deer was in high spirits.

"This question is very simple, so Qingcai is very smart?"

Zhou Yan affirmed.

"Yes, as long as Qingcai can answer this question, she is a smart child, much smarter than those stupid children!"

Damn, this silly roe deer is so easy to coax.

"The nine-colored deer proclaimed loudly."

“There’s a fat old man over there. I meet him in my dreams. When I don’t want to dream anymore, I go to him and he will wake me up.”

Zhou Yan frowned.

Grandpa...

You'll encounter it in your dreams, and you'll also encounter it when you wake up.

Could it be that old man who dragged the nine-colored deer to the Heavenly Court?

Judging from the fact that this old man was able to pull the nine-colored deer to the Heavenly Court and then send it back, he must be some great god who is still alive.

Now the pressure has shifted to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was a little afraid that the old man might have a grudge against him.

The kind of hatred one feels for seeing a Bai Ze (a mythical creature) skinned alive and used as a scarf.

Zhou Yan asked.

"Did that old man tell Qingcai what his name was?"

Qingcai blinked her big eyes.

"I said it, but I forgot..."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Why do I have this urge to bully this silly roe deer?

Zhou Yan took a snake fruit and handed it to the Nine-Colored Deer.

“You won, this is your reward.”

The nine-colored deer beamed with joy and was about to take a bite when Zhou Yan withdrew his hand.

The Nine-Colored Deer looked at Zhou Yan in confusion, and Zhou Yan slapped his head and said...

"I forgot, I've never met this grandfather before. Qingcai, is it possible that you're lying?"

"What if Qingcai, you just made up an answer to fool your brother?"

The nine-colored deer grew anxious.

"Qingcai didn't lie, Qingcai is very honest! Brother, you have to believe me!"

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Of course I believe Qingcai, but some things can't be proven without proof, so Qingcai, take your brother to see what this grandpa is like?"

Zhou Yan pointed to a box of snake fruit next to him.

"You've answered such a difficult question. As long as Qingcai proves that the answer is correct, you can have this whole box of apples."

Zhou Yan reached out and placed the snake fruit in front of Qing Cai, revealing a smile that only a demon would wear when deceiving a child.

"These... are all your rewards!"

Supernovas lit up in Qingcai's eyes.

……

Ten minutes later.

Zhou Yan was led by the Nine-Colored Deer to a ruin.

The density of palaces in this ruined area is much greater than in the place Zhou Yan had just come from. Broken bricks and pieces of wood are densely laid on both sides of the road. If you look closely, you can see skeletons, some incomplete and some broken, beneath the ruins.

Zhou Yan scanned the area and saw mostly gods and celestial soldiers. Moreover, the number of celestial soldiers was overwhelmingly large, and in many palaces, there were even dozens of celestial soldier corpses.

"Brother, brother, it's just ahead, the old man is just ahead."

"Qingcai is the smartest, Qingcai wouldn't lie..."

"My apple, my apple, hehehe..."

The nine-colored deer leaped and bounded joyfully, like a foal that had been kept in captivity for a long time, running forward continuously.

Walking from the center of the street to the end, Zhou Yan saw a second point of light inside the Heavenly Court, besides the Nine-Colored Deer.

The light remained quietly in the darkness, like a candle flame in the night, trembling like a bean, as if it could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

The nine-colored deer ran to the edge of the light spot.

Zhou Yan followed the nine-colored deer to the edge of the light spot.

Zhou Yan saw the figure within the spot of light; it was a fat man, a kind-looking fat man with a beer belly.

The fat man clasped his hands together in prayer towards Zhou Yan.

“Benefactor…you have kept Shakyamuni waiting.”

Zhou Yan understood.

"This place..."

Zhou Yan looked at the stone under the Buddha's buttocks, which had the words "Western Paradise" written on it.

"Is that the Western Heavenly Gate?"

Shakyamuni laughed.

"Yes, it's the Western Heavenly Gate that will descend to the mortal realm in two years."

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Did Shakyamuni Buddha actually survive?

Zhou Yan thought of the True Martial Emperor at the North Heavenly Gate.

At the North Heavenly Gate, all that remained of the True Martial Emperor was a jade-like skeleton, seemingly dead for a long time, while before him stood Shakyamuni…

Although the surroundings were dark and in ruins, the sight of Shakyamuni with his beer belly and bald head made Zhou Yan think he was a typical middle-aged man.

It's the kind of middle-aged man who is successful in his career, spends 18 hours a day in the office, and spends his afternoons and evenings either socializing or going to bars.

Shakyamuni, sitting atop the collapsed Western Heavenly Gate, spoke softly.

"Gods and Buddhas are infinitely changeable and can take on countless forms. If you wish to see, the Tathagata can transform into anything."

Zhou Yan took a step back, annoyed.

Did you overhear my thoughts?

Among the eight great supernatural powers in Buddhism, one of them is telepathy. This telepathy is not a powerful supernatural power. Even if an Arhat uses it, some powerful people will not be able to hear it. Back then, Pudu Cihang used telepathy to eavesdrop on a high-ranking official, but he could not hear anything.

But the person in front of him was Buddha, Shakyamuni.

Zhou Yan was confident that even Bodhisattvas and Arhats couldn't hear his thoughts, but the Tathagata was a different story.

Shakyamuni denied it.

"If I can't even see the thoughts of a young boy, then I shouldn't be the Buddha of the Western Paradise."

The nine-colored deer came to Shakyamuni's side, put its four hooves on the ground, and rested its head on Shakyamuni's lap. Shakyamuni gently placed his hand on the nine-colored deer's head and stroked it lightly.

The nine-colored deer showed a comfortable expression.

Zhou Yan stared at the nine-colored deer for a while, then spoke three words to Shakyamuni. (5￠＊6÷4⌒)

“Lingshan, I have already rescued many temples.”

Regardless of whether you have any grudge against Buddha, first highlight your own merits.

It is said that one should not hit a smiling face. I have already done a lot of good deeds. Even if I offended Shakyamuni in the past, the Buddha should not cause me any trouble, right?

“There is no need for you to worry, benefactor.”

The Buddha's face is kind, a kindness that evokes the honest and simple nature of a fat man.

"Shakyamuni had no hostile intentions, in fact..."