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

Guanyin opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the content was not very clear. Zhou Yan, Xiao Yama, Wenquxing, and Wang Lingguan could only hear a series of meaningless noises.

Seemingly knowing that she couldn't speak, Guanyin shook her head helplessly, turned around, and walked in one direction.

The Wenquxing star also peeked out from above Zhou Yan's head.

"It seems like they're guiding us?"

Zhou Yan silently followed Guanyin's retreating figure.

Guanyin bypassed the main hall, went to the shrine and scripture hall, passed the dining hall, and arrived at the monks' quarters. She then stopped at a monks' quarters that looked no different from the other places.

Aside from looking no different from the others, this monk's cell had a difference: it could make sounds.

No matter how the figure in the layers of Buddha's light spoke or moved, no sound came out, but sounds came from inside the monk's cell.

"Mahasthamaprapta..."

A deep, aged voice, like the deep sea, unfathomable yet exuding immense pressure, emerged.

"Did Dipankara Buddha come here to preach at the Later Holy Temple?"

Zhou Yan, the God of Literature, Little Yama, and Wang Lingguan were all shaken.

Dipankara Buddha!

The Buddha of the Past!

Is there actually a Dipankara Buddha inside this temple, besides the Future Buddha?

"Maitreya, tell Mahasthamaprapta what you want to say..."

"Receive the imperial decree..."

Zhou Yan, Little Yama's forehead began to sweat.

Previously, it was only confirmed that if the Buddha of the past existed, then the Buddha of the future also exists now?

In this situation, does it mean I'm going to face the big boss before I've even reached the maximum level?

Chapter Twenty-One Hints

As soon as the voices of the Future Buddha and the Past Buddha were uttered, Wang Lingguan once again placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. The intense killing intent that made Zhou Yan and the others' eyes hurt slowly contracted and was suppressed in their hearts, waiting for an opportunity to soar to the heavens.

Wang Lingguan was ready for battle.

The sounds continued to come from inside the room.

"Mahasthamaprapta, Maitreya has been in the human realm during this time..."

"I have heard of this before."

"The great swelling ∵ZHUqu:2○blame＊》death]》0',5 tumors can tell how much suffering ordinary people endure?"

"All suffering is due to excess."

Humans actually ask for very little: enough to eat and drink, a nice house, and good health—that's all. But humans are like that; every time they reach a goal, they climb to the next level.

For example, someone with a monthly salary of 10,000 might dream of a monthly salary of 20,000; someone who marries their childhood sweetheart might think that a windfall is wonderful; someone who eats meat might then crave the taste of seafood.

People constantly torment themselves in the process of escalating desires.

The only way for this person to escape this torment is to abstain from desire.

"Mahasthamaprapta understands that Maitreya saves people, provides porridge, cures diseases, and uses his magic to satisfy the survival needs of mortals. But after giving, they want more. Beggars want parents, disaster victims want mountains of gold, and dissolute young men want Maitreya to help them become imperial sons-in-law and cabinet scholars."

Maitreya Buddha sighed.

Maitreya was thinking about how to satisfy the desires of these mortals once and for all.

A deep, ocean-like voice emerged.

"Of course, it's about saving all sentient beings and bringing them all to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

Maitreya Buddha responded.

"Indeed, Maitreya believed that the only way to make mortals give up their desires is for everyone to become a god."

Outside the monks' quarters, Zhou Yan, Little Yama, Wenquxing, and Wang Lingguan were all spitting blood from their seven orifices.

Guanyin Bodhisattva reached out her hand towards the entrance of the temple.

The meaning was all too clear. Without saying a word, Zhou Yan pressed one claw to the ground and stepped into the void, crossing a distance of less than a kilometer.

Zhou Yan led everyone out of the temple.

Wang Lingguan coughed up blood as soon as he went outside, still somewhat dazed from the meme virus attack.

"Am I...am we cursed?"

"Why...why is it so serious?"

Wang Lingguan vomited blood incessantly. Even when he faced three golden Arhats and a Plague God in the capital, he had never suffered such severe injuries.

Little Yama, having frequently encountered meme viruses, weakly touched his face and said.

"Some knowledge is poisonous; simply understanding it can harm oneself."

Wang Lingguan looked at Little Yama, and just as he was about to speak, Little Yama said something.

"Don't discuss this kind of thing. If we don't get killed by the things in this place later, we might get poisoned by what we're talking about."

Wang Lingguan remained silent. He did not understand what was happening, but he was very clear that he was seriously injured and would have to wait until his injuries healed before he could fight. Therefore, he chose to listen to what Xiao Yanjun had to say.

Otherwise, could they choose to roll up their sleeves and fight to the death with the future Buddha inside?

Zhou Yan, whose head was almost entirely stained with blood, silently raised his head and said weakly.

"There is also good news. It seems that Guanyin can reach out to us and give us some help."

Zhou Yan turned his gaze to the other temples of the Holy One.

If Guanyin can help, can Ksitigarbha, Sun Wukong, or even Bixia Yuanjun and Huanxi Bodhisattva lend a hand?

The gates of the Hou Sheng Temple, which they had just escaped from, slowly opened, and the phantom of Guanyin walked out. This great Bodhisattva opened her mouth, and although she didn't make a sound yet, Zhou Yan and the others could tell what this great Bodhisattva wanted to say just from the shape of Guanyin's mouth.

What He wanted to say were just three words: "Come with me."

Guanyin descended the steps in front of the door and walked unhappily toward a corner of the street.

Zhou Yan followed a few steps, and the young man coughed up blood.

“Bodhisattva, we are all about to die. If you keep keeping secrets from us, we will all die here today.”

Guanyin made a hand seal, which Zhou Yan, with his omniscience, recognized as the Heart Protection Seal. With this seal on one's body, one's mind can be kept clear and free from defilement.

Does this mean I understand?

Guanyin arrived at the original site of Zizhu Temple. The Hou Sheng Temple on the original site of Zizhu Temple opened automatically after Guanyin arrived, and Guanyin went inside.

Zhou Yan glanced around a few more times and realized that this temple was the Hou Sheng Temple from three hundred years ago. There was a slight sense of danger inside, but not a strong one.

Guanyin walked past the bell tower and drum tower behind the mountain gate and went to the Hall of Heavenly Kings at the very front.

There are also many phantom images of Buddha's light inside the Heavenly King Hall of this Hou Sheng Temple, especially in the Heavenly King Hall. When Guanyin entered, rows of phantom images stood in front of the Heavenly King Hall. After seeing Guanyin, these phantom images bowed one after another.

Zhou Yan glanced around and saw that there were two Bodhisattvas, Moonlight Bodhisattva and Sunlight Bodhisattva, inside.

The two bodhisattvas also clasped their hands in respect to Guanyin and made way for the path leading into the Heavenly Kings Hall.

At the end of the road are three Buddha statues: the Buddha of the Future, the Buddha of the Present, and the Buddha of the Past.

The arrangement of these statues is somewhat incorrect. The main figure in the Hall of Heavenly Kings should be Maitreya Buddha, flanked by the Four Heavenly Kings, with Weituo Heavenly Venerable behind him. However, the one placed in the very center of the Hall of Heavenly Kings is the Buddha.

Guanyin walked up to the present Buddha, pointed her finger at the Buddha's head, and moved her lips. Although there was no sound, the simple lip movements made everyone present understand what Guanyin wanted to say.

Guanyin only said one word: "Cut".

Without a word, Wang Lingguan, who was healing his wounds in the back, drew his divine sword from his waist. The sword energy, which transcended the limitations of space, easily broke through the five-meter distance and struck the Buddha's head.

Now the Buddha's head exploded, and among the countless pebbles, a bald head rolled down.

Little Yama, who had been watching the show from above Zhou Yan's head, waved to the rolling head, which then flew up and landed in front of him.

During this time, Zhou Yan glanced at it and, just as he had guessed, it was the head of the Medicine Buddha.

Guanyin, who pointed out the abnormality of the Buddha statue, spoke again. After she spoke this time, the illusory image of Guanyin began to dissipate, and countless points of light scattered outward from Guanyin's body.

But at least Guanyin spoke most of what she was about to say.

"Maitreya is awakening... Save him..."

Guanyin completely disappeared from Zhou Yan and the others' sight.

“＃@￥%@…”

“＃@%＃￥…”

“@＃￥@＃……＃￥……”

A dense multitude of sounds emanated from the illusory Buddha light surrounding Zhou Yan. The sounds were like earplugs being dug out of ear canals, or like earwax being removed by a doctor, making the whole world much brighter.

But this clarity was also accompanied by intense interference, to the point that the sounds of the surrounding illusory Buddha lights and shadows were all garbled.

Even Zhou Yan, who is omniscient, could only see large sections of these words when he analyzed them with his omniscient abilities. There were large gaps in the text.

"……future……"

"...It's time to go..."

“…Saving…is…feasible…”

"Not allowed... Not permitted..."

"Why……"

It's not that Zhou Yan lacks ability, but rather that these words were inherently incomplete, and the omniscient one had already analyzed them to the extreme.

The Wenquxing on Zhou Yan's back hesitated.

"Are these guys more active now?"

There was silence just now, but now there are sounds. If this continues, will these things turn from phantoms into reality, and then...?

The Medicine Buddha, held by Little Yama, twitched its eyelids. Little Yama tried to infuse its Yin energy into the Medicine Buddha's head, but the Medicine Buddha's eyelids stopped moving.

"Xiao Yan?"

"Ok?"

Give me the hand of the Medicine Buddha.

Zhou Yan took the Medicine Buddha's hand from his own little world and threw it up. Little Yama caught it and then placed the Medicine Buddha's hand on the Medicine Buddha's head.

Seemingly sensing the existence of his missing limbs, the Medicine Buddha's eyelids twitched violently with hunger. At the same time, the Buddha light that had been lingering in the Hall of Heavenly Kings moved toward the statue of Maitreya Buddha in the Hall of Heavenly Kings, and then approached and entered.

The Buddha's light and the inner human hedgehog $4 fold ★° purchasing agent №ˇ：9—∈八≌『】‖糤←＃″ˇ棂'焐影 continuously converge into the Buddha statue of Maitreya, and the Buddha statue slowly exudes the jade-like light.

Wang Lingguan, whose injuries had healed by half, drew his divine sword. Sensing the murderous aura, Wenquxing quickly looked at Wang Lingguan.

Wang Lingguan said in a deep voice.

"Either run or fight, choose one!"

Now that things are going on, Wang Lingguan is ready to take action. Compared to the conservatives who are timid and hesitant and won't act until they get accurate intelligence, Wang Lingguan prefers the radicals who will draw their swords at the slightest provocation.

Of course, Wang Lingguan is not alone now. In a team narrative, he will definitely ask for his teammates' opinions before taking any action.

Little Yama patted Zhou Yan's head.

"Xiao Yan, run!"

Without saying a word, Zhou Yan turned around and ran out of the Hou Sheng Temple, which was originally the Zizhu Temple.

As he ran out, Zhou Yan flew from the ground into the air, taking the opportunity to survey the environment of Mount Ling.

Zhou Yan saw at least three digits of the Later Holy Temple.

During my time here, it seems that the expansion of the Hou Sheng Temple has accelerated considerably. Now, about one-fifth of the Ling Mountain area is occupied by the Hou Sheng Temple. In addition, as Guanyin said before, Maitreya is awakening.

Zhou Yan guessed that after the entire Ling Mountain became the Post-Saint Temple, Maitreya would be able to awaken from his slumber and take control of this fragmented world.

The only problem is that this fragmented world should belong to the Medicine Buddha.

　Qi4liu￠∨÷search⌒＿group〉: Maitreya Buddha did this, could it be that the dismemberment of Medicine Buddha in different temples was really done by Him?

"Ah……"

The eyelids of the Medicine Buddha's head twitched for a long time in front of Little Yama before finally slowly opening.