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

"There's another way of saying that."

The star of literature approached Zhou Yan.

"Not only that, in addition to hormones confirming a person's sex, there is also chromosomal sex. Normally, males have XY chromosomes and females have XX chromosomes, but among these two types of chromosomes, there is also the XXY chromosome."

"Young master, you may not know this, but the celestial queen Zhao Zirong from sixty years ago was a possessor of the xxY chromosome."

Zhou Yan was even more surprised.

Sixty years ago was the peak of the "bread and circuses" era. What is "bread and circuses"? It refers to a meeting held by the federal government a century ago, inviting numerous financial elites and sociologists to discuss how to prevent marginalized people from causing internal strife due to class conflict, and how to reassure people and keep them obediently staying in their own class.

The social elites unanimously stated that they could promote consumer culture and provide the lower classes with a large number of cheap and simple forms of entertainment.

Cheap games, plenty of variety shows, fun and relaxing movies and TV series.

As long as people at the bottom are spiritually satisfied, no one will want to jump class, and conflicts between different classes will not erupt.

The federal government accepted this "entertainment-the-bread" theory and began to vigorously develop the cultural and entertainment industries. Zhao Zirong was a superstar who emerged in this era of "entertainment-the-bread" entertainment. Her groundbreaking films and acting skills captivated countless people. Even in modern times, Zhou Yan has heard countless stories about this first superstar.

But this is the first time someone has claimed to have secret chromosomes, like Wenquxing.

"So this diva isn't actually a woman?"

Zhou Yan's mouth dropped open in surprise.

The star of literature moved even closer to Zhou Yan.

"Of course, from a biological perspective, this diva is someone standing in the darkness of the cut portion of a gender-neutral cake, and because of these..."

The little Yama above Zhou Yan's head interrupted.

"That's enough! You old geezer, you're using your womanizing tricks on Xiao Yan? Would you do that to your own brother?"

Wenquxing chuckled and shut his mouth, saying nothing more.

Zhou Yan looked up at the little Yama on his head, and the little Yama explained.

"How do you think Wenquxing (a legendary Chinese scholar) picks up girls? He just reveals all the gossip and scandals he knows, and all the women around him are drawn to him."

In social interactions, as long as you control the conversation, everyone will inevitably follow your lead.

Wenquxing happens to be such a scumbag, so knowledgeable that women of different classes and ages are willing to listen to him.

Little Yama patted Zhou Yan's head.

"This place isn't safe, Lao Wen, you come up first."

Wenquxing, stepping on literary energy, ascended step by step to Zhou Yan's head. After ascending, Xiao Yanjun reached out to Wang Lingguan, who was sitting on Zhou Yan's back.

"Old Wen, let me introduce you. This is Wang Fu, Senior Wang."

Wenquxing clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Lingguan.

"I've heard so much about you."

Wang Lingguan rose to return the greeting.

Little Yama spoke again.

"Senior Wang, this is, um, my close friend, Ye An."

Wang Lingguan bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

"You are too kind, Mr. Wang."

The three of them sat down one after another.

Zhou Yan put the coffin of Wenquxing back into the grave mound, and looked at the tombstone in front of the grave mound. Oh dear, the five words "Tomb of Wenquxing" were no longer on the tombstone.

This cemetery is indeed interesting.

Zhou Yan continued walking forward without any delays this time. He walked until he reached the "Tomb of the Medicine Buddha" before stopping.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yanjun, Wuquxing, and Wang Lingguan, who had been chatting with Zhou Yan, all shut their mouths and stared solemnly at the Tomb of the Medicine Buddha.

Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun came here specifically to save Medicine Buddha. Therefore, they were very upset about the tombstone, which is the core of the entire fragmented world. Wu Wang Lingguan did not know why Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun insisted on coming to save Medicine Buddha, but seeing that these two were of noble status, he knew that Medicine Buddha was probably involved in some big secret.

Wenquxing simply noticed the solemn atmosphere around him and tried to blend in with it.

Zhou Yan, standing before the Medicine Buddha, spoke in a deep voice.

"Senior Wang, Brother Yan, please be careful."

Wang Lingguan responded.

"If anything unexpected happens, Mr. Wang will do his utmost."

Little Yama nodded.

"I am prepared for any unexpected events."

Zhou Yan inserted his large claws into the burial mound, and after a short while, he dug out a long, black coffin that was no different in shape from a normal coffin.

But Zhou Yan thought about the Yinglong Tomb and the Wenquxing Tomb he had just encountered. He realized that the coffins with normal shapes and no apparent problems were probably the ones with the biggest issues.

Zhou Yan placed the excavated coffin aside, arranging it neatly in a square shape, and then ran his hand under the coffin lid.

The coffin lid was nailed on with coffin nails. These nails weren't big, so prying them open wasn't difficult. At least, after Zhou Yan used his Great Evolution technique to add telekinesis to the lid, he was able to easily pull out one of the coffin nails.

After the first nail came the second, and after the second came the third. One by one, the coffin nails on the coffin lid were picked out, waiting to be pulled out. Zhou Yan stretched out his claw and pressed it on the coffin lid.

Wang Lingguan, on Zhou Yanjiu's back, gripped the hilt of His divine sword. Little Yama had already made preparations for the Three Immortal Techniques of the Underworld, while Wenquxing was ready to carry Zhou Yanjiu away if danger arose.

Zhou Yan lifted the coffin lid.

Sunlight streamed into the coffin lid, piercing the darkness within and revealing its secrets.

There was no body inside the coffin, but an urn containing ashes.

Having come this far, it's impossible to just stop like this. Zhou Yan opened the lid of the urn, inside which lay a clean hand.

Zhou Yan opened the attribute panel of the hand.

Name: Buddha's Hand

Origin: Part of the body of Medicine Buddha.

"I go!"

Zhou Yan shuddered.

"The Medicine Buddha has been dismembered?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lingguan, Little Yama, and Wenquxing, who were above Zhou Yan, all lowered their heads and stared at the urn that Zhou Yan had opened.

Wenquxing was the first to ask the question.

"Is this part of the Medicine Buddha?"

Little Yama stroked his chin.

"It's clear that this thing is extraordinary."

The hands inside the urn were clean and tidy, with no dirt under the nails, and the skin had a faint, jade-like glow, making them look like they belonged to no ordinary person.

Zhou Yan placed the urn back into his own little world and asked in confusion.

"The Medicine Buddha has been dismembered. Does that mean we have to find these body parts one by one and piece them back together?"

Little Yama looked around and shook his head.

"The piecing together might be a minor issue; the biggest problem is, what kind of person could kill a Buddhist master like the Medicine Buddha and dismember him like this?"

Little Yama looked around. (The character "棲" appears to be a placeholder or incomplete sentence.)

"Moreover, it's in the temple of the future Buddha."6

Wenquxing, Zhou Yan, and Wang Lingguan all fell silent. 6

How could someone kill the Medicine Buddha at the Hou Sheng Temple and turn him into this state? Is there even a question?

Besides Maitreya, the future Buddha, who else could have such an ability?

Wang Lingguan didn't understand what Maitreya Buddha had done, so he asked Zhou Yan and Little Yama.

"Has this Maitreya Buddha fallen into demonic possession? Is this the cause of Mount Ling's current state?"

Little Yama shook his head. He realized...

"It's still unclear. Anyway, we've collected the Medicine Buddha statues here. Now, let's go check on your remains."

Wang Lingguan had no reason to refuse. Q

Zhou Yan scanned his surroundings again, and after not seeing the deity he wanted to save, he turned and left the Hou Sheng Temple located at the site of the Blissful Temple.

As soon as Zhou Yan stepped outside, the several temples that had been in front of him disappeared; they had all become the Hou Sheng Temple.

The devouring and proliferation of the Post-Sacred Temple continued unabated during this period. Zhou Yan even began to suspect that soon the Post-Sacred Temple would cover the entire Spirit Mountain. What would happen then?

Will the future Buddha emerge from these temples that fill the sacred mountains?

……

The Hou Sheng Temple, where the tomb mound of Wang Lingguan is located, is in Qingjing Temple.

This was originally a temple where the mirage dragon Aruna was kept. Now, it houses the same Hou Sheng Temple as the original site of the former Kukkut Temple. The temple is filled with the glow of Buddha and the sound of chanting. It is serene and natural, as if it has been integrated with the world.

Why would a future Buddha like Maitreya, who might have slaughtered all the gods, emerge from such an upright and righteous place that seems to have no evil in the slightest?

Zhou Yan walked to the Hou Sheng Temple at the site of the Qingjing Mosque, took a nervous breath, and pushed open the door to enter.

The scene behind the gate of the Hou Sheng Temple on the original site of Qingjing Mosque is different from that of the previous Hou Sheng Temple. The Buddha light behind the gate seems to have more color and looks more magnificent.

Walking inside, past the bell tower and drum tower at the entrance, you arrive at the Hall of Heavenly Kings, as expected. Inside the Hall of Heavenly Kings, two faceless monks sit cross-legged. Judging from the dried flesh and blood on the parts of their clothes that are exposed, they are actually two mummies.

Zhou Yan scanned the bodies of the two mummies and found that he did not recognize them; they were just young monks from Mount Ling who were not even considered Arhats.

Carefully bypassing the Hall of Heavenly Kings, we arrived at the Mahavira Hall behind it. The Mahavira Hall at the previous site of the Pure Land Temple had statues of the Sunlight Bodhisattva and the Moonlight Bodhisattva. However, the Mahavira Hall at the site of the Pure Land Temple was completely empty inside. There were no statues of the Future Buddha, the Past Buddha, or the Present Buddha.

“Eh…scar】】♀】＝∷《四〔四〗≮二抽取群〖○：”

The Wenquxing star above Zhou Yan's head suddenly spoke.

Zhou Yan, who had just passed the main hall, quickly stopped and asked.

"Brother Ye, what did you find?"

Zhou Yan had already entered the second temple of the Holy One, but he hadn't encountered any danger at all. This situation only made Zhou Yan more worried.

The calm before the storm only foreshadows an even greater uprising to come.

Wenquxing shook his head.

"I haven't sorted out my thoughts yet, and I'm afraid it might affect your thinking, so I'll hold off for now. I'll share my thoughts once I'm sure everything is alright."

An immature idea could lead the group astray, and Wenquxing has no intention of letting the group be misled because of his own mistake.

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement and continued forward.

This time, we passed the monks' quarters at the Hou Sheng Temple and arrived at the bamboo forest on the back mountain where the cemetery is located.

Wenquxing, perched on Zhou Yan's back, looked around with eyes as sharp as lightning. It wasn't until they reached the cemetery complex that Wenquxing finally focused its gaze on the graves.

This second cemetery contains more graves of deities, some of which overlap with the previous cemetery. Of course, Zhou Yan does not recognize these deities (although he may have enemies), nor does he intend to disturb their peace.

This time, Zhou Yan did not dig up other people's graves, but went straight to Wang Lingguan's grave.

This time, without Zhou Yan's reminder, Wang Lingguan, Xiao Yanjun, and Wenquxing were all prepared for an unexpected encounter.

Zhou Yan carefully reached his claws into the grave mound and soon found the coffin.

Compared to the previous graves, Wang Lingguan's coffin seems to be buried shallower.

Zhou Yan pulled the coffin out.

The coffin was unpainted and had no carvings on the outside. When Zhou Yan tapped it, it sounded hollow, suggesting that it was a rather thin coffin.

Wang Lingguan chuckled.

"The thin-skinned coffin really does look like my grave."

In normal feudal society, the lower classes couldn't even get enough to eat, so it was rare to hear of grand funerals, let alone elaborate coffins that required skilled carpenters to find materials, carefully polish, create reliefs, and paint.

People like Wang Lingguan believed that a crudely made, thin-skinned coffin was enough for them after death, at least better than being thrown into a mass grave and eaten by wild dogs and wolves.

Zhou Yan placed the thin-skinned coffin on the ground. It seemed that the coffin was so poor that they didn't even have money to make coffin nails. It only used the interlocking of wood. With a slight movement from Zhou Yan, the interlocking opened and the coffin lid slowly opened.

Wang Lingguan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.