But before it could figure things out, the monk before it suddenly roared, "Demon! How dare you attack me!"
As those words were spoken, the scriptures left by Ghost Tripitaka on Fang Zhiyi's body came alive, flowing and shifting across his skin.
"I..." the Inspiration King barely opened its mouth before a fierce fist slammed into its lips.
The force of that punch exceeded its imagination; it could feel its mouth had been completely caved in.
"Blessings be. The sea of suffering is endless, but turning back is the shore. Since you, good sir, cannot comprehend the Greater Vehicle of Buddhism, this humble monk also knows a little of fists and feet."
The Inspiration King was nearly in tears—when had the monk ever preached half a sentence of Buddhist teachings?
Hadn't he come right out swinging?
But this bare-chested monk wasted no time on idle words. With three blows, he forced the Inspiration King's true form to emerge and slammed its fish head deep into the ground.
"Kill it!" Ghost Tripitaka's voice rang out again, blunt and direct.
Watching the veins bulge suddenly across Fang Zhiyi's body, Eight-Tails clicked its tongue twice.
"Good thing I never provoked him… He's fiercer than the Great Sage."
Sun Wukong watched silently, his gaze suddenly sharp as he looked up.
A figure descended from the sky, accompanied by two attendants.
"Blessings be… this demon is a golden fish from my lotus pond. It surfaced daily to hear my scriptures, became enlightened, and—taking advantage of lax oversight—fled to plague this mortal world. I thank you all for subduing it today."
Guanyin's face was kind and merciful as she beckoned to the golden fish, now in its true form: "Wretched creature, will you not return with me?"
Eight-Tails trembled in fear. The Bodhisattva? The real Bodhisattva!
Sha Wujing still stood there dully, staring at Guanyin in confusion.
Sun Wukong's eyes were nothing but cold indifference.
As Guanyin waved her hand, the fish shrank and began to float upward.
But at that moment, a hand shot out and grabbed the golden fish tightly.
Guanyin was taken aback: "Good sir, what are you doing…"
"What’s this? Your golden fish escapes your care, feasts on people for years, and you think you can just take it away?" Fang Zhiyi stared directly at Guanyin, showing no fear.
Guanyin frowned slightly: "I will take it back and punish it properly…"
"No need." Fang Zhiyi smiled. "In principle, it provoked me. In practice, I’ve taken fifty taels of silver from the villagers here, and I keep my promises."
"The client said he wants its life."
With those words, Fang Zhiyi's hand clamped down hard.
The golden fish instantly turned into a pulp of flesh.
Guanyin’s face darkened with anger: "How dare you!"
Her attendants moved to act, but Fang Zhiyi stood still. A staff and a moon-shaped spade rose simultaneously, pointing at the sky. Sun Wukong’s face was full of scorn; Sha Wujing steadied his breath.
"Killed is killed!" Eight-Tails muttered, then suddenly revealed its true form—a massive fox, baring its fangs, glaring fiercely at Guanyin.
"You lot…" Guanyin began, but her gaze stopped on Fang Zhiyi’s side.
Her expression shifted from confusion to shock.
"You will not obtain the true scriptures." With those words, she turned and flew off with her attendants, seemingly in a hurry.
Fang Zhiyi shook the meat pulp off his hand: "We’ll see about that."
"Damn! That scared me to death!" Eight-Tails shrank back into human form, trembling. "That was the Bodhisattva! Guanyin herself! Are you guys out of your minds?!"
Sun Wukong snorted coldly. He, of course, knew Guanyin, but he thought Fang Zhiyi was in the right. What kind of justice lets a creature run amok and then just be taken away? What about the people who died?
Sha Wujing suddenly went, "Oh," and said, "That was Guanyin?"
Eight-Tails slapped its own face. "You didn’t even know who that was, and you still dared to attack?"
Sha Wujing looked bewildered.
Fang Zhiyi turned and laughed, patting Sha Wujing on the shoulder. By now, he understood: the one he’d always thought was the former Curtain-Lifting General was clearly a fake.
In other words, in this scripture-fetching team, only Sun Wukong was authentic.
Fang Zhiyi’s gaze lingered on Tripitaka’s face. Tripitaka wasn’t looking at him now; his eyes were fixed on the sky where Guanyin had vanished, a complex emotion flickering in them.
If it were just him and the dark-haired one, he would have backed down then and there. But now, the situation was clear: this Ghost Tripitaka also had issues, and if he didn’t follow his lead, maybe the dark-haired one really would disappear.
The immortals in Journey to the West really did have the power to destroy systems—just think of those systems that had been hunted down. Fang Zhiyi was glad of that.
Not far away, Eight-Tails—now back in human form—had its arm around the elderly village chief’s shoulders, looking utterly mercenary.
"Chief! The job’s done! Hand over the final payment!"
The chief gestured and muttered something.
"What? What monster? Fox demon? What fox demon?" Eight-Tails’ shamelessness earned the grudging admiration of everyone else.
"You must have seen things. Where’s there a fox that big?"
"Enough talk, pay up now! Or I’ll call some demons to block your village entrance every day!"
"Your Majesty—er, Master! I squeezed out an extra twenty taels! A full twenty!"
As Eight-Tails ran over triumphantly, Sun Wukong immediately leaped ten meters away: "Don’t say I know him."
Sha Wujing nodded too.
Fang Zhiyi turned and fled.
"Hey? Why are you all running? I also ordered a feast! Wait for me!"
Fang Zhiyi sighed in exasperation. If this guy were in another world, he’d be nothing but a thug. Only in this Journey to the West world, where he feared other celestial beings and Buddhas, did he hold back somewhat.
Fang Zhiyi glanced back. Ghost Tripitaka still followed closely, deep in thought.
So now he was haunted by a ghost too. Hmph…
It seemed that ghost also knew that after the Flaming Mountains, they’d enter the territory of Mount Spirit. That was why he gave him the power of reincarnation, wasn’t it?
But what came later? The ghost couldn’t really want him to storm Mount Spirit and seize the scriptures by force, could he?
How many lives would that take?
"Is this true?" Lord Lao looked at Yang Jian before him.
Yang Jian smiled: "Have I ever deceived you, Lord Lao?"
"That’s debatable. Remember the time you tricked me into giving you elixir for your dog?"
"Ahem…"
"But if that’s really the case," Lord Lao’s eyes narrowed, "this is no small matter. The great Erlang Shen himself went down to the mortal world to watch the show, and quite a show it was."
"I went on orders," Yang Jian said with a wry smile. "Since Guanyin herself descended, we had to keep an eye on things too. I originally thought it was the Monkey’s opportunity, but now it seems the Monkey is just a side note."
"Not necessarily." Lord Lao grinned mysteriously and pointed upward. "All karma, from the first thought to the final act, already has its conclusion."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
