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

Don't say... (referring to a Chinese text)

Zhou Yan looked at the girls dancing and swaying behind Bo Xun. Zhou Yan thought that these three girls were already more beautiful than any woman in the world, beautiful to the extreme, beautiful beyond imagination. But then Bo Xun appeared.

Damn, experience counts, and among witches, the Demon King is the most cunning.

Compared to her father, the three beautiful, swaying demon ladies behind her really lacked something.

The handsome young man under the Bodhi tree trembled more violently in the eyes, as if he could no longer suppress his emotions.

The slightly plump young woman chuckled softly.

The laughter was like a cat's claws scratching at one's heart, flirtatious yet reserved.

"Siddhartha..."

Bo Xun's voice was gentle.

"Stay..."

The silence in the eyes of the young Buddha under the Bodhi tree was finally broken, but the young Buddha's eyes, after the silence was broken, were not filled with fervor, but empty.

Emptiness is nothingness, where all things are vanity.

Buddha spoke.

"All is emptiness."

The Buddha entered Nirvana alone.

The scene changed.

This time, Buddha was still sitting under a Bodhi tree, but instead of the demon king and princess of the sixth day, he was a macaque and an elephant.

A macaque holding a honeyed fruit and an elephant with a bamboo tube of sweet spring water rolled up by its trunk quietly knelt before Shakyamuni. The Buddha closed his eyes and asked the two wild beasts what they had come here for.

The macaque lamented that its tribe lived in this place, gathering fruits and grasses to fill their stomachs every day. However, the nobles in the city valued bravery and martial prowess, so they hunted wild beasts everywhere and killed them along the way. Now, its entire tribe had been wiped out, leaving only it. It begged Buddha for help.

The elephant also cried out, saying that hunters in the countryside used various traps, poisons, and arrows to kill its kin. Seeing its kin fall one by one, it ran to this place to avoid disaster and begged Buddha to save it and help it escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

The Buddha accepted the offerings from the two wild beasts and said that if one wanted to be liberated, one must be reborn and cultivate oneself.

Upon hearing this, the two wild beasts immediately threw themselves into the river and committed suicide. In their next life, they were reborn as humans to cultivate themselves.

The scene shifts.

At this moment, the Buddha sat on a futon, and a group of people stood in front of him. Zhou Yan glanced over and saw Maitreya Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Amitayus Bodhisattva, and Abhidharma Bodhisattva...

Shakyamuni asked Manjushri.

"Did you actually come to this dwelling place first, wishing to see the Tathagata?"

Manjushri then addressed Shakyamuni.

"Yes, World Honored One! I have indeed come here to see the Tathagata..."

Shakyamuni addressed Manjushri.

"If one can see the Tathagata in this way, the mind will neither grasp nor not grasp, neither accumulate nor not accumulate."

This section ends quickly.

Later, Zhou Yan saw the Buddha recount his past life, how he cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle, saved all sentient beings, enlightened mortals, and took in Arhat disciples...

As these scenes unfolded, the sun, which had been high in the sky, began to set in the west, disappearing from overhead and disappearing behind the mountains.

Zhou Yan walked towards the setting sun. Contrary to the saying that "looking at a mountain can make a horse run itself to death," Zhou Yan reached the mountain peak where the sun was setting in just a few minutes.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and then from the mountainside to the mountaintop, Zhou Yan saw the other side of the mountain, where a large sun was suspended on the ground.

It was the sun that had just set.

Zhou Yan walked towards the direction of the sun.

The further we walked, the smaller the sun became, and the dimmer the surrounding light grew.

When Zhou Yan reached the foot of the mountain on the other side, the surrounding light contracted, and the scene changed again.

Zhou Yan arrived at a room that was practically bare. There was no bed or wardrobe in the room, only a small table with a bronze lamp on it, on which sat a tiny sun the size of a little finger.

It was the same sun that Zhou Yan had just seen, the one that had set behind the mountain after it descended.

If you look closely, you can see a small Buddha with his hands clasped together inside the small sun on this bronze lamp.

A green lamp before the Buddha.

Bearing the Buddha's light, a precious Buddhist treasure for enlightenment.

Chapter Eleven: Arresting People

Zhou Yan walked back to Xitianmen.

Shakyamuni, sitting cross-legged on the stone at the Western Heavenly Gate, smiled slightly.

“Benefactor Bai, you are indeed a person with a special connection.”

Zhou Yan took out the green lamp from his bosom.

Shakyamuni stared at the small sun above the blue lamp in front of the Buddha.

"One day, this old monk will be reborn..."

"The relics will naturally converge towards the green lamp before the Buddha, please, benefactor..."

Shakyamuni rose from his seated position and bowed to Zhou Yan.

Please take good care of Qingcai.

Zhou Yan said with disdain.

"I may treat anyone badly, but I will never treat Qingcai badly."

After a pause, Zhou Yan added a sentence.

"East Heavenly Gate..."

Shakyamuni touched his chest and took out a jade token.

“Benefactor, go east…”

Shakyamuni pointed in one direction.

"...Go, when you get to Erlangfang, go inside. There is a mirror of your past life inside. Tap the mirror three times, and a sedan chair will come out outside Erlangfang. Get in, wait for the sedan chair to stop, and you will arrive at Dongtianmen."

Shakyamuni handed the token to Zhou Yan.

"If the gods at the Eastern Heavenly Gate try to stop you, take this token, and it will surely allow you to descend to the mortal realm."

Zhou Yan accepted the token.

Shakyamuni sat back in his original position, closed his eyes, and remained as calm as a sculpture.

Zhou Yan glanced at Shakyamuni a few times. For a moment, he thought about taking a photo with Shakyamuni, but then decided against it.

This is too blasphemous for a Buddha.

Following the direction pointed out by Shakyamuni, Zhou Yan headed towards Erlangfang.

Erlangfang was not far away. Compared to the Dasi Temple that Zhou Yan had previously visited, it only took him ten minutes to reach Erlangfang.

Erlangfang was a typical classical restaurant, with an open entrance and several tables inside. Most of these tables were set with various Go and chess sets, as well as some chessboards with figurines of figures. Zhou Yan glanced at them; it seemed the figurines and pieces on these boards were magical artifacts, used by immortals in the past for their magical duels.

But that's all in the past.

The Little Western Paradise we see now will crumble in just a few years, creating another forbidden zone for humans. Sigh.

Zhou Yan entered Erlangfang and searched from the first floor to the second floor. In a room on the second floor, he found the Mirror of Past Lives placed in the center of the room.

This Mirror of Past Lives is a magical artifact that allows deities to see their past lives or incarnations from past tribulations. However, this artifact is now riddled with cracks and covered in dust.

It truly tastes like time.

Zhou Yan tapped the mirror three times, facing the surface of his past life.

No sooner had he finished knocking than Zhou Yan heard footsteps outside the building, rhythmic and choppy, lacking the swiftness and agility expected of a living person, instead conveying a mechanical, stiff quality. Five

Zhou Yan went downstairs and walked to the outside of Erlangfang.

As Shakyamuni said, a sedan chair did indeed appear outside Erlangfang. However, the four sedan chair bearers had round joints on their hands and feet, and a yellow character spell was pasted on their foreheads. It seemed to be a kind of creation, such as a Taoist puppet.

The sedan chair looked like it hadn't been used for many years, with a layer of visible dust on the top.

Zhou Yan used a spell to blow away the dust from the sedan chair and the puppet soldiers before walking to the sedan chair. One of the sedan chair bearers immediately lowered the chair, while another lifted the curtain and gestured for it to proceed.

Zhou Yan sat in the sedan chair. The exterior of the sedan chair was quite distinctive, but the interior was rather ordinary. It was completely different from the Little Yama Siyou Imperial Carriage, which was almost the size of a room. It was just a small space that could only accommodate two people.

As soon as Zhou Yan sat down, the sedan chair was lifted up. Zhou Yan then sensed that the space around the sedan chair began to distort and tremble.

The four sedan bearers, along with the sedan chair itself, seemed to be a magical artifact similar to a celestial vessel, capable of traversing different spaces. Since these magical artifacts were crafted by a master, Zhou Yan compared them with his own spatial control abilities and found that the sedan chair's spatial capabilities far surpassed his own.

After all, it's a magical artifact capable of flying from the Western Heavenly Gate to the Eastern Heavenly Gate. Searching un:, it's truly remarkable.

Zhou Yan slowly leaned back, relaxed his body, and casually picked up a mirror and hung it in front of him.

Although it's a little embarrassing to say this, Zhou Yan is currently still covered by a layer of Weaver Girl's skin, so what Zhou Yan's reflection in the ice mirror is a slightly tired but still beautiful face.

Zhou Yan reached out and pinched his cheek.

The Weaver Girl has pretty skin, but Zhou Yan doesn't really like her aura and demeanor.

So, should I customize my character's face? And...

Zhou Yan looked down at his chest, and then down his chest, he saw his legs, which were almost entirely covered in white stockings.

To be honest, the Weaver Girl has a great figure, with long and shapely legs. Zhou Yan used to think his own legs weren't legs, they were long underwear. But this time, in order to impersonate the Weaver Girl, Zhou Yan removed all his leg hair.

Looking at them now, hmm, they're a pretty good pair of legs.

Zhou Yan suddenly thought of a joke: a college student who liked to browse a certain social media platform clicked on the "boys' girls" tag one day and was hooked ever since.

On one occasion, this college student saw a pair of beautiful white-stockinged legs that excited him immensely. The owner of these legs was also wearing his favorite Rem cosplay outfit, and spoke in a cute and sweet voice. The photos she posted were also taken at great angles. The college student excitedly tipped her several thousand yuan.

On another occasion, this college student was surprised to discover that Rem was actually a classmate of his at school and even shared a dorm room with him.

Out of curiosity, the college student sneaked into the dormitory of the Rem cosplayer to take a look.

This sight almost terrified Yang Wei, the college student, because of the super-fit male-female cosplayer online, the cosplayer who cosplayed Rem with explosive eroticism, and the classmate who had kept him up countless sleepless nights.

Actually, he was a stinky, nerdy guy with a face full of acne, wearing glasses, and incredibly ugly with body odor.

"Boom..."

The sedan chair stopped.

Inside the sedan chair, Zhou Yan felt the inertia propelling him forward before regaining his balance.

Have we arrived at the Eastern Heavenly Gate?

A dignified voice came from outside the sedan chair.

"This is... no, who is the person in this sedan chair?"

Zhou Yan looked around and saw a heavenly soldier guarding the East Heavenly Gate. It was indeed the East Heavenly Gate.

The East Heavenly Gate was similar in style to the South Heavenly Gate that Zhou Yan had visited. However, compared to the falling South Heavenly Gate, the North Heavenly Gate, and the soon-to-fall West Heavenly Gate, the East Heavenly Gate was well-preserved. The sky was bright, and various divine lights appeared at different distances. One could vaguely see divine generals who embodied the laws of heaven and earth.

In front of Zhou Yan's sedan chair stood a group of celestial soldiers shrouded in mist and radiating divine light. These soldiers were arrogant, possessed profound magical power, and were not to be underestimated.

Taiyi Saves from Suffering: Five > 〃Qi【∩‖》Lushan! ♂Si Ti｝Qu: The Eastern Heavenly Gate, managed by the Heavenly Venerable, truly possesses a majestic aura that shows no signs of impending doom.

As Zhou Yan stepped out of the sedan chair, a snow-white and clean hand, so beautiful that it inspired endless beautiful fantasies, emerged from the curtain door, clutching a jade pendant.

The heavenly soldier outside the sedan chair stared at the token, clearly stunned, and then bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Please forgive me, Immortal. I will clear the way for you."

The heavenly soldiers outside the sedan chair waved their hands and roared.

"Make way, make way, let the immortal leave!"

The arrogance on the faces of the heavenly soldiers who had been shrouded in mist before Zhou Yan's sedan chair vanished, and they each stood in two rows beside Zhou Yan's sedan chair.

The first heavenly soldier to ask questions walked to the side of Zhou Yan's sedan chair and clasped his hands in greeting.

"May I ask where the immortal has gone?"

Zhou Yan, inside the sedan chair, spoke in the voice of the Weaver Girl.

"Descending to the mortal realm."