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

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, his internal energy slowly circulating. In just three days, he had mastered the Taoist techniques taught by Jiang Wang and entered the Qi Refining stage.

The spring water reflected his handsome face, revealing a resolute look between his brows.

"Ding!"

A crisp system notification sounded in Jiang Wang's mind: "Congratulations, host, you have completed the hidden quest 'Golden Cicada's First Cultivation' and are rewarded with the divine ability 'Substituting a Plum for a Peach'!"
This technique can transfer damage suffered by the host to nearby people or objects without any cost. It has a three-day cooldown.

Jiang Wang was leaning against the ancient pine tree when he heard this. He was slightly taken aback, but then his face lit up with joy: "Substituting one thing for another?"
What a brilliant substitution technique!
"System, you've finally done something decent!"

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, and a mysterious aura appeared in his body, as if he could establish some kind of secret connection with everything around him.

Just then, outside Mount Futu, Patriarch Bodhi, holding an ancient bronze mirror, slowly stepped into the Sumeru Boundless Array.

The mirror surface shimmered with light, reflecting countless points of light within the formation. The Saint-level micro-light formation set up by Jiang Wang was as fragile as paper in front of it.

Bodhi gave a soft hum, and with a flash of mirror light, the great formation collapsed, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the world.

Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, realizing the formation was broken, and his heart tightened: "Oh no, Bodhi is here!"

He swayed and used the technique of standing upright without a shadow, his whole body seemed to merge into the void, and his aura disappeared.

Bodhi stepped onto the mountaintop, his eyes blazing, and scanned the surroundings, but found no trace of Jiang Wang.

He sneered, turned the bronze mirror in his hand, and swept the surroundings with its light, but still found nothing: "Jiang Wang, do you think you can fool me with your little tricks?"
"Hmph, today I'll show you the power of the Seven Arrows of Nailhead!"

He turned and left, a chilling murderous intent swirling within his sleeves.

Jiang Wang appeared out of thin air, a light sheen of cold sweat on his forehead, and muttered, "The Seven Arrows of Nailhead?"

"What a vicious trick!"

He used his divine sense to look inward and indeed sensed a strange power of law circulating within his body, as if it wanted to penetrate his soul and erode his consciousness.

Outside Mount Futu, a high platform quietly rose. Bodhi held the Seven Arrows Book with Nailheads, and in front of him stood a straw figure with the words "Jiang Wang" written on its forehead.

The two characters were surrounded by seven soul lamps, their eerie flames emanating a chilling aura.

Bodhi muttered incantations as he turned the pages of his book, and streams of curse power rose from the straw figure, heading straight for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged atop the mountain, closing his eyes and concentrating his mind. The curse law within his body grew increasingly intense, as if countless fine needles were piercing his soul.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a ruthless glint in them: "Trying to kill me with a curse?"
"Bodhi, you underestimate me!"

With a thought, he used the substitution technique, and the power of the curse within his body surged out like a tide, instantly transferring to a Buddha statue in Jinshan Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Inside Jinshan Temple, the golden light of the Buddha statue suddenly dimmed, and fine cracks appeared on its surface, with faint black mist swirling around it.

The monks in the temple were terrified and cried out in unison, "The Buddha has appeared!"
Buddha has appeared!

Jiang Wang let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sneered, "Bodhi, your curse technique is nothing special!"

Just then, Lu Ya's voice entered Jiang Wang's mind again, with a hint of temptation: "Jiang Wang, you do have some skills, you were able to block the Seven Arrows of Nailhead!"
Why not join forces with me?

"If you acknowledge me as your master, I will teach you the method to break the curse. After I disrupt the Journey to the West and become a saint, I will appoint you as the ruler of the Three Realms. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang laughed loudly, his laughter full of sarcasm: "Lu Ya, you scheming and despicable wretch, do you even deserve to be recognized as my master?"
Lord of the Three Realms?

Haha, you'd better just stay on Mount Futu!
As for the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, I, Jiang Wang, don't even consider it a threat!

Lu Ya was furious, his voice booming like thunder: "You arrogant brat!"
"Twenty-one days from now, I'll make sure your soul is utterly destroyed!"

After speaking, the transmission abruptly ended, leaving only a strong killing intent echoing in the void.

Jiang Wang snorted coldly, stood up and looked at the sky, his eyes filled with fighting spirit: "Soul annihilated?"
Lu Ya, go ahead and give it a try!
"I, Jiang Wang, am destined to turn this world upside down!"

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the summit of Mount Futu, leaving behind only a long laugh that echoed through the heavens.

Outside Jinshan Temple, the night was as dark as ink, and the mountain wind howled, causing the Bodhi Patriarch's robe to flutter in the wind.

He sat cross-legged beneath an ancient pine tree, with a straw figure in front of him bearing the inscription "Jiang Wang".

The two characters, along with the dark curse nails inserted between the eyebrows, chest, and limbs, were all present.

The moonlight shone down, making the straw figure's face look ferocious. Bodhi Patriarch squinted, muttering incantations, and gently flicked a peach wood sword in his hand, lighting an oil lamp with the tip of the sword. The flickering flame illuminated his expectant face.

"Jiang Wang, you have ruined my grand plan for the Journey to the West! Today is your day of death!"

Bodhi Patriarch muttered to himself, his tone laced with ruthlessness, "Once you die and your cultivation dissipates, Jin Chanzi can be reincarnated smoothly, ordained as a monk, and the great journey to the West will surely be accomplished!"

He swung the peach wood sword in his hand, and the oil lamp flame suddenly surged, causing the last cursed nail in the straw figure's chest to sink in.

A fanatical glint flashed in Bodhi Patriarch's eyes as he murmured, "The Seven Arrows of Nailhead, twenty-one days—today is the day you die!"

At the same time, inside the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Ling, golden light shone brightly and Buddhist chants filled the air.

The Buddha sits serenely on a lotus throne, with a gleaming golden Buddha statue behind him, preaching the Dharma to all the Buddhas.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, as if sensing something, and turned his gaze to the golden Buddha statue.

A faint trace of blood was seen seeping from between the Buddha statue's eyebrows, and the aura of the curse law was faintly visible.

"Hmph, a mere curse dares to shake my invincible body?"

The Buddha snorted coldly, his gaze profound, "Such petty tricks are not worth paying attention to."

He waved his hand and continued his sermon, the Buddhist chanting rising again, masking the strange bloodstain.

In a small village at the foot of Jinshan Temple, Jiang Wang, dressed in a blue robe, stood under an old locust tree at the village entrance, playing with a jade pendant in his hand, looking relaxed.

He originally wanted to find a suitable woman for Jin Chanzi to disrupt Bodhi's journey to the West, but the women in the village were either too young or already married, so he couldn't find a suitable candidate.

He sighed, but his eyes gradually brightened, revealing a hint of cunning.

“Bodhi old man, you used the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to harm me, but it gave me a chance to escape.”

Jiang Wang muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips, "The Boundless Sumeru Formation has trapped me for many years. Today, I will use your curse to break this trap!"

He looked up toward Jinshan Temple, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "The twenty-one day has arrived, the curse is about to be completed. Bodhi, you mustn't disappoint me."

Twenty-one days later, outside Jinshan Temple, Bodhi Patriarch suddenly stood up, raising his peach wood sword high, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the straw figure's brow.

His eyes widened, his breath churned, and he roared, "Jiang Wang, may your soul return to the underworld!"

"puff!"

The peach wood sword pierced down fiercely, and the straw man's brow split open, spewing out a blackish-red mist of blood from his mouth, emitting a pungent stench.

Bodhi Patriarch laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the mountains and forests, "It's done!"
Jiang Wang, you're finally dead!

Almost simultaneously, in the main hall of Jinshan Temple, where the golden statue of Buddha is enshrined, a trickle of blood suddenly seeped from the center of the Buddha's brow, flowing down the golden body in a shocking sight.

The monks who were meditating in the hall cried out in surprise, stood up one after another, and looked terrified.

"The Buddha statue is bleeding!"

What an ominous sign this is!

An old monk said in a trembling voice.

"Go and report to Abbot Faming immediately!"

Another monk rushed out of the main hall.

Jiang Wang, hidden in the shadows, witnessed this scene and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He moved swiftly and silently to the Buddha statue, then wiped away the bloodstains with his hand.

He whispered, "Old Bodhi, your curse has actually done me a great favor."

He turned and walked towards the meditation room, pushed open the door and entered, where he saw Abbot Faming sitting cross-legged on a futon, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

Jiang Wang smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed, a golden light entered Faming's brow.

Fa Ming's face gradually changed, becoming exactly the same as Jiang Wang's, even their auras were identical.

Jiang Wang flicked his finger again, injecting a wisp of the Great Luo Golden Immortal's magic power into Fa Ming's body. Then he gently placed him on the bed and covered him with a brocade quilt.

"Fa Ming, I'm sorry to trouble you to lie down for a while." Jiang Wang chuckled lightly, then his figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Before long, the figure of Patriarch Bodhi appeared outside Jinshan Temple.

He took a step forward, and the Sumeru Boundless Array activated on its own, with clouds and mist churning within, and faint sounds of thunder.

He passed through the great formation, went straight to the meditation room, pushed open the door, and indeed saw "Jiang Wang".

He lay on the bed, his eyes closed, and he was completely lifeless.

"Hahaha, Jiang Wang, you've finally met your match!"

Bodhi Patriarch laughed heartily, his voice filled with joy, "The Seven Arrows of Nailhead, it truly lives up to my expectations!"

He stepped forward and probed "Jiang Wang".

He checked the pulse and scanned it with his divine sense, confirming there was no sign of life, which reassured him greatly.

He snorted coldly and muttered, "Jin Chanzi, where are you?"
Could it be that Jiang Wang hid it away?

He turned around and looked around, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the meditation room, but found nothing.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he frowned, saying, "Could it be inside the purple-gold gourd?"

But only Jiang Wang knew the whereabouts of that gourd… Now that he's dead, what can be done?”

Bodhi Patriarch frowned, paced back and forth in deep thought, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "Forget it, Jin Chanzi is just a pawn, if we can't find him, we'll just look for someone else!"

He turned to leave, when suddenly he heard crying coming from inside the temple, faintly mixed with the words "elder."

"Host"

Such terms.

Bodhi Patriarch was startled, turned around abruptly, and stared intently at "Jiang Wang" on the bed.

All that could be seen was the "corpse".

His face slowly changed, gradually returning to Faming's appearance, and the trace of the Great Luo Golden Immortal's magical power also dissipated.

"Jiang Wang!"
You dare to play tricks on me!

Bodhi Patriarch roared in anger.
Enraged, he spat out a mouthful of blood in an instant, staining his Taoist robe red, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Bodhi old man, what's your hurry?"
It was all just a show.

Jiang Wang's voice came from the void, light and airy, yet with a hint of mockery.

Bodhi Patriarch suddenly looked up and looked around, but could not find Jiang Wang anywhere.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Jiang Wang, you come out here!"

Hiding your head and showing your tail, what kind of skill is that!

"Haha, Bodhi, your Seven Arrows of Nailhead is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, it can't outwit me."

Jiang Wang's figure slowly appeared, standing at the door of the meditation room, his blue robe flowing, his face full of smiles, "Your immeasurable formation has trapped me for many years. Today I will use your help to escape. You should be happy."

Patriarch Bodhi was so angry that his hair and beard stood on end. He pointed at Jiang Wang and said, "You... how did you do that?"
The Seven Arrows of Nailhead has never failed!

Jiang Wang smiled leisurely, standing with his hands behind his back, "A slip-up?"
Not necessarily.

Your curse, though powerful, can only harm my physical body, not my primordial spirit.

I was merely using a scheme to my advantage, feigning death to escape by taking advantage of Faming's body.

"suspended animation……"

Bodhi Patriarch's eyes turned bloodshot. With a sudden flick of his sleeve, the tables and chairs in the meditation room instantly turned to dust. "Jiang Wang, you have ruined my grand plan. Today, I will make sure your soul is scattered!"

"Soul scattered and spirit dispersed?"
"Bodhi, you really need to change your temper."

Jiang Wang shook his head, showing no fear whatsoever. "Your great formation has been broken. I can come and go as I please. What can you use to stop me?"

Bodhi Patriarch sneered, raised his hand and pointed, causing the void to tremble. The Sumeru Immeasurable Array was activated again, and layers of light screens enveloped the meditation room. "Jiang Wang, do you think that you can escape from my grasp after breaking the array once?"
You can't escape today!

Jiang Wang laughed heartily, his figure flickered, and he passed through the light screen like smoke, standing in front of Patriarch Bodhi. "Old man, your formation can't trap a Grand Luo Golden Immortal."

Have you forgotten that I've already entered this realm?

Bodhi Patriarch's expression stiffened, as if he had remembered something, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, fine!"

Jiang Wang, you really do have some skill.

But where is Jin Chanzi?

If you harbor him and refuse to let him go, your grand journey to the West will be hindered. Can you bear the consequences?

"Golden Cicada?"

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming increasingly mocking. "He's staying peacefully in the purple-gold gourd, what's your rush?"
Could it be that you're afraid your Journey to the West plan will fall through, and that Buddha will blame you?

"you!"

Bodhi Patriarch was so angry that he trembled all over. He raised his hand to unleash his magic weapon, but then he heard a soft laugh from afar.

“Bodhi, forget it. Jiang Wang is a slippery kid. You can’t beat him.”

An aged voice rang out, and the figure of Laozi appeared outside the temple, gently waving his whisk and smiling at the two.

"Laojun!"

What brings you here?

Bodhi Patriarch was startled and frowned, saying, "Could it be that you're also helping this kid?"

Lao Tzu shook his head and sighed, "Help?"

I'm just here to watch the fun.

"That brat Jiang Wang ruined your grand plan and broke your great formation. Tsk tsk, he's truly a force to be reckoned with."

Jiang Wang cupped his hands and smiled, "You flatter me, Lao Jun."

"Bodhi is solely focused on advancing the Journey to the West; I merely wish to give him a break for a while."

"you dare!"

Bodhi Patriarch roared, and a golden light shot out from his hand, heading straight for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang dodged easily with a flash, and laughed, "Bodhi, your little tricks can't hurt me."

Why not save your energy and go find your Golden Cicada?

Bodhi Patriarch was so angry that his face turned ashen. Just as he was about to attack again, he heard a soft cough from the sky. "Ahem, Bodhi, that's enough."

Everyone looked up and saw the Buddha sitting on a lotus platform, slowly descending, with golden light shining behind him, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"World Honored One!"

Bodhi Patriarch was startled and quickly withdrew his hands in a gesture of respect, asking, "Why have you come?"

The Buddha said calmly, "I noticed something amiss with the golden body, so I came to investigate."

"Jiang Wang, how dare you to play tricks on Bodhi?"

Jiang Wang was not afraid at all, and smiled as he cupped his hands, saying, "You flatter me, Your Majesty."

I was just trying to protect myself.

"Old Bodhi used the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to harm me. If I don't escape, won't my soul truly be scattered?"

The Buddha's gaze was deep. He stared at Jiang Wang for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "You little rascal, you do have some tricks up your sleeve."

Bodhi, that's enough. Now that he has broken your great formation, let go. (End of Chapter)