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

For a moment, Zhou Yan couldn't figure out what the point was of collecting all the fragments of the Medicine Buddha's corpse.

In any case, to defeat Maitreya, you need Medicine Buddha, and to collect the fragments of Medicine Buddha's body, you need to defeat Maitreya.

"Amitabha."

"Esteemed benefactors, you have had a long journey to Mount Ling."

The Maitreya Buddha opposite Zhou Yan had a compassionate expression. In Zhou Yan's mind, this was the cause of the great disaster that had destroyed countless ultimate bosses. At this moment, every word he uttered and every subtle expression on his face was full of compassion.

His dignified and compassionate appearance seems tailor-made for him.

Zhou Yan could only assume that such a person was a good person and hoped to befriend him.

But now, Zhou Yan has only taken a step back.

The Little Yama King and the God of Literature above Zhou Yan's head also had solemn expressions, each ready to take action at any moment.

Maitreya Buddha's compassionate gaze swept over Zhou Yan, Little Yama, and the God of Literature, and he said sadly. II

"The common people suffer, all beings suffer. You three benefactors possess deep-rooted Buddha-nature and profound wisdom, yet you remain deluded and attached to worldly desires. Why not join this humble monk..." (Old text)

Zhou Yan's Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship) above his head interrupted. Si

"Even the Daoist Ancestor spoke of the Supreme Being's detachment from emotions, yet you, a monk, dare to sever the seven emotions and six desires? How do you understand mortals, how do you save them?!" Zero

Little Yama also chimed in.

"I have a friend who, in order to appear closer to the lower class, bought a luxury car and spent ten million on a villa in the city center. In his eyes, no matter how poor a person is, having a car, a house, and a few million in the bank is the bare minimum."

Little Yama looked at Maitreya Buddha with a mocking expression.

"Future Buddha, tell me, aren't you this kind of person?" (Liu)

Maitreya Buddha smiled. (It seemed...)

“The three benefactors probably think of me as someone who doesn’t eat meat porridge, but little do they know that I have great compassion, great forbearance, great sorrow and great grief in my heart.”

"Daring to serve the people, we shoulder this moral responsibility with unwavering resolve."

Maitreya Buddha released one hand from its clasped-hands position and then extended it towards Zhou Yan, Little Yama, and Wenquxing.

The hand was initially a human hand, but as it reached out, the palm enlarged and became cold, hard, and black.

The originally fleshy and chubby hand instantly turned into a bluish-black stone boulder. As the boulder approached Zhou Yan and the other two, it continued to grow moss, weeds, and various kinds of vegetation.

This was not a palm at all; the moment the Future Buddha reached out his hand, it transformed into a mountain.

The Five Finger Mountain covers the entire universe and stretches across the eight directions, encompassing everything around it without leaving anything out.

Zhou Yan tried to move his hands and feet, but found that the mountain had frozen the surrounding space. In the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story", Zhou Yan had also been suppressed by the Five Finger Mountain of the disciples and grandchildren of the Thousand-Year Centipede Demon. However, at that time, the Five Finger Mountain spell cast by the disciples and grandchildren of the Thousand-Year Centipede Demon was so weak that Zhou Yan could easily tear it apart with a simple movement of his hands and feet.

The Five Finger Mountain cast by the Future Buddha has completely frozen every inch of space. Even with Zhou Yan's abilities, he can't even move a finger.

The difference in their levels is evident. Zhou Yan suspects that even Sun Wukong would be unable to break free from the Five Finger Mountain cast by Maitreya Buddha.

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A loud shout rang in Zhou Yan's ears.

"You wretch... Bai Ze, how do you know that I, Sun Wukong, am no match for the Five Finger Mountain!"

A golden cudgel approached Zhou Yan from behind, accompanied by a thunderous roar that seemed to explode the air. Wherever the golden cudgel passed, countless white cracks appeared in the space, as if it had crashed into a thick pane of glass.

The golden cudgel, tearing through space and bringing thunder and countless white cracks, struck Zhou Yan from behind, right next to his ear. Zhou Yan didn't know if the owner of the golden cudgel did it on purpose, but the golden cudgel just happened to pass by the side of his head and just happened to touch his ear.

Zhou Yan's ear was naturally blasted into a bloody pulp by the incoming golden cudgel, his flesh bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

Amidst the interplay of golden light and crimson blood, the head of the golden cudgel crashed into the overwhelming Five Finger Mountain of Maitreya Buddha.

"Oh!"

A storm and countless white cracks spread outwards from the point where the Golden Cudgel and Five Finger Mountain made contact. Dense spatial cracks spread to the area where Zhou Yan was located, and Zhou Yan immediately felt that the pressure on his body was much lighter. The oppressive force of the Five Finger Mountain's frozen space loosened, and the loosening was not just a little bit.

Zhou Yan struggled to raise his claws and reach out from the influence range of Wuzhishan.

Just as Zhou Yan stepped outside, he was about to exclaim, "Great Sage, what amazing powers you have!" when he heard a faint, helpless smile that sounded like a parent seeing their child or pet misbehaving, a smile that was both angry and tender, a smile that made them reluctant to scold the child.

"You little monkey..."

Maitreya Buddha's gentle, soothing voice conveyed the loving kindness of an elder.

"...Still so fond of fooling around."

Zhou Yan saw that the 9 of Maitreya Buddha had become 4, and the hand of the Five Finger Mountain was now in a grasp. The golden cudgel was held by Maitreya Buddha, who then swept it outwards.

Holding the golden cudgel at the other end, the illusory image of Sun Wukong, whose realism had reached 85%, only lasted for less than half a second before being suppressed by the immense power of Maitreya Buddha. The entire monkey was swept away, smashing several temples before finally losing his grip on the golden cudgel and being thrown out.

A beam of Buddha's light belonging to Sun Wukong swept across the sky. Even Zhou Yan, who was familiar with this classic scene, couldn't help but add a sarcastic comment in Sun Wukong's voice.

"I will be back!"

Maitreya Buddha withdrew his hand from the golden cudgel, and the Five Finger Mountain returned to the shape of a human hand. The golden cudgel was no longer held by Maitreya Buddha, but as if he thought the golden cudgel was ugly, Maitreya Buddha threw it to his side.

The yellow-browed boy behind Maitreya Buddha took the golden cudgel and held it carefully.

Maitreya Buddha looked with a smile at Zhou Yan, Little Yama, and Wenquxing, who had dodged the attack.

None of the three dodged this part. Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun, and Wenquxing all knew that this was the final stage, and they had to fight whether they wanted to or not!

Little Yama spoke.

"die!"

A grim "death" character appears above Maitreya Buddha's head, but beneath this "death" character, a golden lotus blooms atop Maitreya Buddha's head, its bud supporting the "death" character.

Maitreya Buddha's expression remained unchanged.

The Wenquxing (a mythical creature) next to him once again took out his beloved grudge notebook and began to fabricate, no, to write down all sorts of dark histories about Maitreya Buddha, such as sleeping with young ladies without paying, bullying men and women and committing all sorts of evil deeds, collecting protection money everywhere and not protecting others.

Jiu, relying on his status as a monk, engaged in usury at the temple.

The four charges of sin transformed into chains of words that emerged around Maitreya Buddha. Maitreya Buddha shone brightly with Buddha light. The chains of words struck the Buddha light, producing only a clanging sound, and nothing else remained.

The Eighth Star's expression changed slightly.

The Second Little Yama snapped his fingers.

Forty powerful generals, renowned warriors who had roamed the human world, and famous figures whose names were etched in history, swarmed towards Maitreya Buddha as if they were free.

Outside the third gate, twelve archer generals, including Yang Youji, Lü Bu, and Huang Zong, stood on the outer perimeter, raising their powerful bows, capable of annihilating demigods, towards Maitreya Buddha.

Three bows were drawn, the strings were loosened, and twelve arrows transformed into shooting stars, hurtling towards Maitreya Buddha.

With a casual wave of his hand, Maitreya Buddha caused the surrounding space to be torn down like a curtain, and the Buddha Kingdom in his palm covered everything around him.

The ten underworld generals summoned by the Five Little Yama Kings, along with hundreds of famous human generals, all vanished into the Buddhist kingdom within the palm of Maitreya Buddha's hand.

Compared to the ghost generals and demon generals summoned by Little Yama, Maitreya Buddha's display of great supernatural power was completely devoid of any worldly airs; it was beautiful and direct, fully demonstrating the demeanor and supernatural abilities of a future Buddha.

The Little Yama King and the God of Literature both had solemn expressions.

Without a doubt, the Maitreya Buddha before us is far more difficult to deal with than the Buddha of the past who has not yet manifested his true form.

"Lei Lai!"

In the distance, Zhou Yan held the Divine Firmament Seal and roared with heart-wrenching pain.

With the Divine Firmament Seal, Thunder Essence, Omnipotent Permission, One Thought Existence, One Thought Non-Existence, and Great Evolution, Zhou Yan pushed all his innate and acquired abilities to their limits, then charged towards Maitreya Buddha without regard for anything else.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and amidst the surging thunderbolts, bolts of lightning carrying the magical power of the Antarctic Longevity Emperor descended. Maitreya Buddha, who had remained unmoved even when Sun Wukong, Little Yama, and Wuqu Star attacked, seemed to sense something, slightly raising his head and looking at the thunderstorm descending overhead with surprise.

Lotus blossoms bloomed in mid-air, and the lightning from the thunderstorm struck them. The lotuses shattered and bloomed again, bloomed and shattered again. The lightning pressed down on the lotuses for thirty meters, and after thirty meters, it could no longer press down even a little.

Only petals continued to fall.

A shower of flowers.

弥勒低8◆5766（≯3‰'4＊〕4‰2刺蝟∫4折～ˉ代＿購：下头，意味深长的看着周衍。

"Bai Ze is indeed favored by the Heavenly Emperor."

"However, in this world, apart from me, no one else is on the right path. Bai Ze, your sins are too deep."

"I'd rather follow this humble monk and do some good deeds..."

Zhou Yan was so frightened that he took a step back. He felt that what Maitreya Buddha said was similar to "You will surely achieve great things in the future."

"Gong MB!"

Little Yama roared, and behind him, the beautiful young woman who had been waiting stepped out as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The great Bodhisattva softly chanted "Amitabha," and then, centered on him, layers of dark blue began to appear on the ground, like soy sauce dripping onto clothes, spreading outward continuously.

Along with this blue atmosphere came an extremely dense yin energy.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva used his great power to turn this area into a hellish place filled with yin energy.

Mount Ling is the territory of the future Buddha, and it is also a pure land of Buddhism. It is quite difficult for the Little Yama King to summon the power of the underworld to empower himself. Now that Ksitigarbha has appeared and transformed Mount Ling into the underworld, the Little Yama King's strength has increased dramatically.

The Future Buddha, who was assigned to the Underworld region, showed a slight change in expression. As the Central Ghost Emperor, he was practically the Heavenly Dao within the Underworld region. From the moment Ksitigarbha and Little Yama joined forces, the time and space around the Future Buddha began to freeze, and the heavens and earth subtly repelled him.

Two days later, he abandoned the earth and loathed it.

The future Buddha is practically weighed down by a mountain.

The little Yama King, perched on Zhou Yan's back, roared as his face contorted under the pressure.

"What are you all standing there for? Go and catch that Yellow-Eyebrowed Boy!"

The yellow-browed boy behind Maitreya Buddha is holding the last fragment of Medicine Buddha's body.

3 Zhou Yan raised his claws to prepare to control the void, but the suppressed Maitreya Buddha turned his head slightly and smiled faintly at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan's mind suddenly lit up. He saw a tree, a Bodhi tree, and under the Bodhi tree, Maitreya Buddha sat cross-legged, his appearance solemn and majestic, enveloped in a halo of Buddha light, his holiness beyond words.

This seems to be a very powerful visualization diagram in Buddhism. As soon as Zhou Yan saw this visualization diagram, he felt that it was clear and pure inside and out, with countless mysteries and wonderful methods for achieving countless merits.

This thing caused Zhou Yan to lose his composure for a brief moment.

This momentary lapse in concentration wasn't due to mind control, but rather a conscious pause in the mind's awareness after seeing something with a significant amount of information.

For example, a childhood sweetheart goes to deliver food to another childhood sweetheart, only to find her pre-arranged boyfriend kissing someone who suddenly appears out of nowhere.

For example, you come home and find a pair of men's shoes outside your door.

For example, you might pull out Venti, Fox, Thor, and a five-star ornamental fish in one pull, filling the entire five-star lineup.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, waiting to recover from his daze. He saw two white lights approaching from the left and right sides of the Future Buddha, heading straight for the yellow-haired boy behind the Future Buddha.

Wang Lingguan and Sun Wukong!

These two had already returned to the temple, waiting for an opportunity to strike and decide the fate of the world.

Now is undoubtedly the best opportunity to decide the fate of the world. The two true gods tacitly attacked the Yellow-Haired Boy from different directions, wanting the Future Buddha and the Yellow-Haired Boy to only take care of one side, leaving more possibilities for the other side.

Blood slowly spurted from the seven orifices of the Little Yama King above Zhou Yan's head, who was suppressing the Future Buddha's movements.

This is still Mount Ling, even though it has been transformed into the underworld. The future Buddha can still borrow the power of Mount Ling from outside the "underworld" area.

The current Little Yama King is facing both the immense power of Maitreya Buddha and the constant pressure of Mount Ling encroaching on the underworld.

Fortunately, this pressure shouldn't last long. As long as either Sun Wukong or Wang Lingguan succeeds in retrieving the Medicine Buddha's corpse...

The yellow-browed boy behind Maitreya Buddha suddenly smiled.

The boy pulled a yellow bag from his robes and tossed it into the air.

Sun Wukong, who was rushing over, immediately shouted.

"A human race bag!"

After a pause, Sun Wukong shouted.

"Wang Lingguan, stand with Old Sun and hold up the seed bag!"

Wang Lingguan's expression changed several times as he flew in, and then he shouted.

"to make!"

The human-shaped bag, which had been thrown into the air, did not fall. Instead, it hovered with its mouth open, and an irresistible suction force emanated from the bag, enveloping Sun Wukong and Wang Lingguan.

Sun Wukong and Wang Lingguan did not dodge; the two transformed into two beams of light and flew into the human seed bag.

If this Human Seed Bag were unleashed, it could devour Zhou Yan, Little Yama, Wenquxing, Sun Wukong, Ksitigarbha, and Wang Lingguan. However, Sun Wukong had been swallowed by the Human Seed Bag before and knew what the world inside was like. Knowing this, Sun Wukong dared not say that he could escape swaggeringly if he were caught in the Human Seed Bag again, but he could guarantee that he could deplete a lot of the remaining power of the Human Seed Bag.

Now, with Wang Lingguan added to the mix, as soon as the two true gods entered the Human Seed Bag, Sun Wukong told Wang Lingguan the method he had summarized for consuming the Human Seed Bag's magic power. The two true gods worked together, and the Human Seed Bag, which could have swallowed a few more true gods, trembled a few times, closed its opening, and slowly landed.

Sun Wukong and Wang Lingguan sacrificed themselves to destroy the divine artifact, the Human Seed Bag.

"Amitabha!"