I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

He lightly swiped his finger, and the surface of the card flashed with gold light, revealing a string of numbers: 555555.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly. "Tsk, more than 200,000 experience points are missing. System, you're being stingy."

He shook his head, his tone slightly mocking, "However, 555555 is a lucky number, so let's upgrade while weeping."

With a thought, Jiang Wang saw the attribute table appear before his eyes, a dense array of data displayed on the transparent light screen.

He glanced at it, his gaze landing on the experience points column: the total experience points had accumulated to 82, only 90 short of the 8 needed to learn the sixth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

He squinted, stroked his chin, and muttered, "Still 8 short. Tsk, this Heavenly Dao barrier is really annoying. My cultivation speed is being suppressed to the point of crawling like a tortoise."

We need to find a way to get more hidden quests, otherwise how are we going to get through this?"

His gaze shifted to the Comprehension section of the attribute table, where the value had slightly increased compared to before.

He chuckled and muttered to himself, "This hidden quest is pretty good. It gave me some comprehension points, so the experience points needed to learn the techniques are less."

It seems my 15 years of perverse pleasure in sending meat to the monks at Jinshan Temple hasn't been in vain; the system actually accepted it, and the reward is so generous.

He recalled how, over the years, he would occasionally throw some monster meat and spiritual fruits into Jinshan Temple, and the monks in the temple would eat them with greasy mouths while chanting Amitabha. Jiang Wang couldn't help but laugh.

"I wonder how that kid Jin Chanzi is doing now."

Jiang Wang stood up and stretched. The golden light in the cave trembled slightly, as if in response to his movement.

He patted his Taoist robe, stepped out of the cave, and was greeted by a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of mountain grass and trees.

Outside the cave, the light curtain of the shimmering array still enveloped the entire Jinshan Temple. As the array flowed, countless runes could be faintly seen flashing, like an inverted galaxy.

Jiang Wang looked up at the light screen and said with a sneer, "This broken formation has trapped me for fifteen years, but it has sent me a lot of supplies. The monks in the temple have probably gotten several sizes bigger."

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes, "However, Bodhi the Elder has taken the Array-Breaking Mirror, he should be back soon, right?"

"Hey, I'd like to see what tricks he has up his sleeve."

Meanwhile, far away atop Mount Futu, in an ancient Taoist temple, Patriarch Bodhi sat facing Lu Ya.

Incense smoke curled up inside the Taoist temple, and an ancient lamp sat on the table, its wick flickering slightly, casting intermittent light and shadow on the faces of the two people.

Bodhi, dressed in a green robe, smiled and played with a palm-sized bronze mirror in his hand. The mirror was smooth as water and had a faint shimmering light.

He said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, this Array-Breaking Mirror was crafted by the two Saints over six years, specifically to break Jiang Wang's Saint-level Micro-Light Array."

"Tsk tsk, with this mirror appearing, that great formation won't be able to be activated again for at least three years."

Lu Ya Daoist, dressed in a fiery red Daoist robe, had a hint of impatience between his brows. He snorted and said, "Bodhi, what exactly do you want by showing off your treasures here?"

Don't beat around the bush with me.

He leaned back on the futon, tapping his fingers on the table, his tone tinged with displeasure, "Speaking of which, you've borrowed that Seven Arrows of Nailhead book from me for hundreds of years, when are you going to return it?"

Upon hearing this, Bodhi's smile froze. He coughed and waved his hand, saying, "Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, why are you bringing this up again?"
That book... cough cough, it's not that I don't want to return it, it's just that those guys in Heaven have confiscated it.

"You know those old fogies in Heaven, relying on the Jade Emperor's backing, how could I just take it back?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "Oh?"

Bodhi, you are a quasi-saint, why would you go to the Heavenly Court to ask for a book and be afraid of being humiliated?
Do you even believe that yourself?

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said sarcastically, "I think you're just reluctant to pay it back, aren't you?"

That Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead is a real treasure; tsk, so many people are eyeing it.

Bodhi blushed and hurriedly waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood, you've misunderstood!"

I really didn't keep that book; the Heavenly Court was very strict about it, and I couldn't afford to lose face.

He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, leaned closer, and whispered, "However, Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, if you're willing to do me a favor, I have an idea that will guarantee you get the book back, and you'll even get some extra benefits."

Lu Ya raised an eyebrow, put down his teacup, and said with a half-smile, "Oh?"

What idea?
Tell me about it.

Bodhi chuckled, pointed to the sky, and lowered his voice: "The great calamity is approaching, and merit is a good thing."

"I know you've never liked getting involved in these matters, but if you're willing to personally go to the Heavenly Court and retrieve the Seven Arrows of Nailhead from the Jade Emperor, I'm willing to give you one-thousandth of my merit in the Great Tribulation. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya narrowed his eyes, stared at Bodhi for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Bodhi, you old fox, you really know how to scheme."

One-thousandth of the merit accumulated over countless eons...tsk, that's quite tempting.

He paused, then changed his tone, adding a hint of mockery, "But you're in such a hurry for me to get the book for you, you wouldn't be thinking of using that Seven Arrows of Nailhead Book to deal with someone, would you?"

That kid named Jiang Wang?

Bodhi's smile remained unchanged as he waved his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it."

Jiang Wang is indeed a bit troublesome. The Glimmering Array has trapped Jinshan Temple for fifteen years. Although my Array-Breaking Mirror can break the array, his Righteous Shadowless Third Level is no pushover.

I just want to have more cards to play, so I don't get completely outmaneuvered by him.

Lu Ya snorted and said lazily, "I've heard a few things about that kid Jiang Wang; he's quite the troublemaker."

Is your formation-breaking mirror really effective against him?
"Don't let the mirror break before the formation is broken, and then you end up suffering the consequences."

Bodhi smiled confidently and shook the bronze mirror in his hand: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, this precious mirror was personally crafted by the two sages and is specifically designed to counter the Dim Light Array."

No matter how cunning that brat Jiang Wang is, he can't escape the mirror's reflection.

He paused, a calculating glint in his eyes, "However, I do need to make a trip to the Heavenly Court. If we can retrieve the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, we'll have a better chance of success during the Great Tribulation."

Lu Ya squinted at Bodhi, and after a long while slowly said, "Alright, I'll remember one-thousandth of the merit."

Don't try to renege on your promise later.

He stood up, waved his sleeves, and said, "I'm going to the Heavenly Court. Whether I can get the book back depends on whether the Jade Emperor will give me face."

Bodhi quickly cupped his hands in thanks, his face beaming with a bright smile: "Then thank you very much, fellow Daoist!"

After it's all done, you'll definitely get your share of the credit!

Meanwhile, inside Jinshan Temple, Jiang Wang was standing in an open space behind the temple, with a handsome young monk standing in front of him, none other than Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together, a hint of helplessness on his face: "Benefactor Jiang, the demon beast meat you've sent over the past fifteen years, this humble monk really... really can't stomach it."

"The Buddhist community is a place of purity; how can one consume meat every day?"

Jiang Wang laughed and patted Jin Chanzi on the shoulder: "Jin Chanzi, you're being too honest as a monk."

What's wrong with eating some meat?
"I didn't ask you to kill any living beings. I've already processed the demon beast meat; it's full of spiritual energy, and eating it will benefit your cultivation." He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Besides, you didn't eat any?"
I see you always eat with great relish.

Jin Chanzi blushed and said in a low voice, "Amitabha, please don't make fun of me, benefactor."

"This humble monk merely... merely feared that you would waste your kindness."

Jiang Wang waved his hand lazily and said, "Alright, enough nonsense."

I'm stuck in this broken formation and bored, so I'm going to teach you some Taoist stuff.

"Your Buddhist cultivation methods are too slow. You'd be better off learning some Taoist magic to improve your survival skills and avoid getting beaten to a pulp later."

Jin Chanzi was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Benefactor, this... Buddhism and Taoism are different. How can this humble monk arbitrarily switch to Taoist practices?"

Jiang Wang rolled his eyes and snorted, "Are Buddhism and Taoism different?"
Why didn't you mention the difference between Buddhism and Taoism when you ate the flesh of demons?

Don't pretend to be serious with me. Learning some magic won't make you leave the monastic life.

With a flick of his finger, a screen of light unfolded in front of Jin Chanzi, displaying the contents of a basic Taoist technique called "Xuan Yuan Yin Qi Jue". "Look, this technique is simple and easy to learn. Start practicing it, and I guarantee you'll be able to unleash several sword energies within three months."

Jin Chanzi looked at the light screen, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "Amitabha, I thank you for your kindness."

However… if Master finds out, he will likely scold this humble monk.”

Jiang Wang laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, old man Bodhi is busy right now and doesn't have time to bother with you."

When he gets back, he'll probably thank me for helping him train his apprentice.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes. "Speaking of which, I've already completed hidden mission eight. The system might have mission nine and mission ten waiting for me."

"Jin Chanzi, you'd better live up to my expectations and not let me waste my time."

Jin Chanzi gave a wry smile and put his hands together in prayer: "Benefactor, this humble monk will certainly do his best."

But... when will this shimmering array be broken?

Although the monks and nuns in the temple had received supplies from donors, being trapped for fifteen years was ultimately not a long-term solution.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang looked up at the light screen above his head, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Break the formation?"
Bodhi the Elder has probably already obtained the Mirror of Breaking the Formation and will be back soon.

However, breaking through my formation won't be so easy for him.

He paused, a smile playing on his lips. "I'd like to see what tricks he can pull."

Outside the cave, the light curtain of the shimmering array continued to flow, and the chanting of monks from Jinshan Temple could be faintly heard. Jiang Wang stood atop the mountain, his gaze distant, as if waiting for something.

In the distance, a golden light pierced through the clouds, and Bodhi Patriarch, holding a precious mirror, was rushing toward Jinshan Temple.

At the summit of Mount Futu, mist swirls and the wind howls like weeping.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged under an ancient pine tree, his blue robe fluttering slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the distant horizon.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, the celestial palaces and pavilions could be vaguely seen, bathed in radiant light, yet exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

His divine sense, as fine as silk, silently probed his surroundings, attempting to detect the elusive threat.

"Jiang Wang, do you know that the Three Realms are already rotten and decaying?"

A deep and authoritative voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of mockery and disdain, penetrating straight into Jiang Wang's heart.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips. He stood up, brushed the pine needles off his clothes, and called out loudly, "Daoist Lu Ya?"
What a loud tone.

Hiding your head and tail, are you perhaps afraid that a mere cultivator like me will see your true face?

The void trembled slightly, and a golden-red light streaked across the sky, transforming into Lu Ya, who was dressed in a red robe.

His face was handsome yet tinged with a sinister air, his eyes seemed to burn with fierce flames, and he held an ancient scroll in his hand, exuding a strange and powerful aura—the Seven Arrows of Nailhead.

Lu Ya snorted coldly, took a step forward, and with a wave of his sleeve, the surrounding clouds and mist dispersed, revealing a clear sky.

"Jiang Wang, you are nothing but a transmigrator. How dare you be so insolent in front of me, relying on a few lucky breaks?"

Lu Ya's voice was like thunder, carrying endless pressure, "How glorious the demon race was in the past, dominating the three realms and commanding all immortals!"
Now I am being trampled underfoot by the Heavenly Court and the two Western Saints, and I am not reconciled!
Do you understand?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang scoffed, stood with his hands behind his back, and showed no fear of the oppressive aura: "Lu Ya, you've been saying this for thousands of years, haven't you?"
The demon race has declined; who can be blamed for that?

The Jade Emperor of Heaven, the Queen Mother of the West, and the two Western Saints—which one of them isn't someone you can't afford to offend?
He still wants to regain control of the Three Realms and become the emperor of the Three Realms?
"Tsk, quite ambitious, and even bolder."

A flash of anger appeared in Lu Ya's eyes, and the Seven Arrows Nailhead Book in his hand trembled slightly, as if an invisible killing intent was flowing through it.

He said coldly, "You ignorant brat!"
Today I will show you what a true demon race treasure is!

Having said that, he transformed into a golden light and headed straight for the Heavenly Court.

At the Heavenly Court, before the South Heavenly Gate, auspicious clouds swirl and celestial music floats.

The Jade Emperor sat high in the Lingxiao Palace, wearing a flat-topped crown and a nine-dragon robe, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the immortals below.

Lu Ya arrived riding on clouds, his crimson robes billowing, his aura like a rainbow. He entered the main hall and, without even bowing, proclaimed loudly, "Jade Emperor, I have come today for only one thing—to return my Seven Arrows of Nailhead Book!"

The immortals in the hall were in an uproar. Taibai Jinxing hurriedly stepped forward and whispered, "Daoist Lu Ya, this treasure is a major artifact of the demon race and has long been kept by the Heavenly Court. What do you mean by this?"

Lu Ya sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the Jade Emperor: "Keep it safe?"
Hmph, you're just after my demon race's most precious treasure!

This book is a sacred artifact of my demon race, and I will retrieve it today!
"Jade Emperor, if you do not grant my request, do not blame me for turning ruthless!"

The Jade Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, a half-smile on his face, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "Lu Ya, considering that you have rendered meritorious service to the Three Realms, I will grant you permission to retrieve this book."

But remember, the majesty of Heaven cannot be challenged.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a golden light flew out from the treasure vault and landed in Lu Ya's hand; it was the Seven Arrows Nailhead Book.

Lu Ya took the precious book, scanned it with his divine sense, and after confirming that it was correct, he snorted coldly: "The majesty of the Heavenly Court?"
They're nothing but puppets of the two Western Saints!

He turned and left, his red robe flashing as he disappeared into the horizon.

Meanwhile, inside the Bodhi Patriarch's temple, ancient lamps and Buddha statues burned brightly, and incense smoke curled upwards.

Lu Ya appeared, tossed the Seven Arrows Nailhead Book to Bodhi, and said in a cold tone: "This treasure is entrusted to you. Don't lose it again!"
The two Western Saints and the Jade Emperor of Heaven are both short-sighted fools. Hmph, once my demon race regains control of the Three Realms, I will make them regret this day!

Bodhi took the precious book, a complex look flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Why be so radical, fellow Daoist?"
The affairs of the Three Realms are interconnected; a single hair can affect the whole situation. The revival of the demon race is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Lu Ya waved his hand dismissively: "Just follow the plan. I'll deal with that brat Jiang Wang!"

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the void.

Inside the Meteorite Ring, Jin Chanzi sat cross-legged beside a clear spring, his body surrounded by spiritual energy, faintly exuding a Taoist aura. (End of Chapter)