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

Bodhi snorted coldly, put away his whisk, and the rain subsided slightly, but his tone remained icy: "Guanyin, you also come to persuade this poor Taoist?"

"The Jade Emperor has humiliated me so greatly; if I do not seek justice, wouldn't I become a laughingstock throughout the Three Realms?"

Guanyin sighed: "Ancestor, the Jade Emperor was so preoccupied with the matter of Chang'e that he resorted to this desperate measure."

Why bother arguing with ordinary people?

If you really want revenge, why not seek out the culprit, Jiang Wang?

"Jiang Wang?"

A cold glint flashed in Bodhi's eyes. "This boy is exceptionally cunning. I have tried to eliminate him several times but have failed."

Fine, I'll give you face today and withdraw this supernatural power.

But I will never let this humiliation before the Jade Emperor go unpunished!

Guanyin nodded, turned her gaze to Chang'an City, and said in a low voice, "Since the Ancestor has this intention, why don't we join forces and devise a plan to eliminate Jiang Wang and prevent future troubles?"

Upon hearing this, Bodhi pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Very well, I have a plan."

Tomorrow at noon, the Dragon King of the Ba River will be punished by Cao Wei for violating heavenly rules by altering the rainfall.

I will appear in Li Shimin's dream and ask him to save the Dragon King's life.

Jiang Wang is a kind and righteous man; he will surely appear to save me.

"At that time, I will personally take action and surely annihilate his soul!"

Guanyin nodded slightly: "This plan is feasible."

However, Jiang Wang is a cunning and treacherous man; Ancestor, you must be careful.

Bodhi sneered: "If he dares to come, I have my own ways to make sure he never returns!"

The following day, in front of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, a chilling wind blew and dark clouds loomed overhead.

The Dragon King of Ba River was bound hand and foot and brought to the platform. His dragon eyes were filled with tears, and he cried out hoarsely, "Your Majesty, I am innocent!"

"I only acted out of turn because of the severe drought in Chang'an, and personally brought rain to save the people from suffering. What crime have I committed?"

Wei Zheng held the Dragon-Slaying Sword, his face expressionless, while heavenly soldiers and generals stood solemnly behind him, creating a chilling atmosphere.

At noon, Wei Zheng raised his sword, about to strike, when suddenly a dragon's roar was heard in the distance, but Jiang Wang was nowhere to be seen.

Bodhi Patriarch, hidden among the clouds, frowned and thought to himself, "This boy is indeed cunning; he hasn't even shown himself!"

With a single sword strike, the Dragon King of the Ba River was decapitated, his blood staining the Dragon Slaughtering Platform.

In the dead of night, inside the Taiji Palace in Chang'an, Li Shimin was fast asleep when he suddenly saw a cloud of black mist drift in through the window. It transformed into the appearance of the Ba River Dragon King, with a ferocious face, and roared, "Li Shimin!"

Why didn't you save me?

I'll haunt you even as a ghost!

Having said that, he lunged at Li Shimin, but was blocked by a golden light from within the Taiji Palace. His soul instantly disintegrated, leaving only a wisp of true spirit teetering on the verge of extinction.

Guanyin arrived just in time, waved her jade bottle, and took the wisp of true spirit into the bottle, sighing, "Dragon King, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"Don't worry, this humble monk will find you a place to stay."

She turned to look at the Bodhi Patriarch who was appearing beside her, and frowned, saying, "Patriarch, Jiang Wang has not shown himself. He must have been prepared."

There's something fishy about this.

Bodhi Patriarch's gaze turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, "It must be that Jiang Wang set up a formation in Taiji Palace in advance and used the power of the formation to destroy the Dragon King's soul!"
This boy's cunning far exceeds our expectations.

He paused, then sneered, "However, I'd like to see how long he can hide!"

Guanyin, my next plan is to seek out the Dragon King of the Wei River. If Jiang Wang doesn't make a move soon, I refuse to believe he can overturn the Three Realms!

Guanyin nodded, her gaze deep and far-reaching: "Ancestor, this Jiang Wang is probably more troublesome than we thought."

We need to be even more cautious going forward.

With a flick of his Bodhi whisk, he vanished in a streak of light, leaving only a cold snort echoing in the night sky: "Jiang Wang, I swear I will never let you get away with this!"

The night was as dark as ink, and the surface of the Jing River outside Chang'an City shimmered with a faint light, while the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river was shrouded in gloom and desolation.

Jinghe Dragon King Ao Lie sat on a coral throne, his brow furrowed, his dragon claws gripping a jade ruyi as if he wanted to crush it.

The aquatic officials inside the palace were silent as cicadas in winter, with only the sound of flowing water echoing in the hall.

"Father, the Dragon King of the Ba River was beheaded by Wei Zheng with a single sword stroke, and now the vengeful spirit of the Dragon King of the Wei River is still haunting the Tang Emperor, causing him sleepless nights and loss of appetite. The Jade Emperor is furious and may be about to take action against our Jing River aquatic tribes!"

The one who spoke was a small, green-scaled dragon, the youngest son of the Jing River Dragon King, Tuolong, whose voice trembled slightly.

Ao Lie sighed deeply, his dragon eyes filled with worry: "My son, how could I not know?"

After the Wei River Dragon King died, he haunted the Tang Emperor every night, causing him to fall seriously ill. The Jade Emperor then took his wrath upon us, and I fear the Jing River aquatic tribes will not escape our fate.

You should quickly pack your belongings and head to the West Sea Dragon King's place to lay low for now, and return only after this matter has calmed down.

Upon hearing this, Tuolong trembled and asked urgently, "Father, what about you?"
If you stay here, and the Jade Emperor comes to your wrath, wouldn't that be...?

"shut up!"

Ao Lie slammed his hand on the throne, causing the water in the hall to surge and swirl. "As the lord of the Jing River, how can I abandon the aquatic creatures?"
Go to the Western Sea immediately, and say no more!

After saying this, he waved his dragon claw, and a beam of water enveloped the alligator dragon, sending it out of the Dragon Palace and heading straight for the Western Sea.

Silence returned to the palace. Ao Lie sat alone on his throne, muttering to himself, "The Jade Emperor's wrath means the aquatic creatures of Chang'an are in grave danger..."

Meanwhile, inside the imperial palace in Chang'an, the lights were dim, and Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, lay on the dragon bed, looking sickly and haggard.

His eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he kept uttering low moans, as if he were entangled with some vengeful spirit in his dream.

Outside the palace, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, clad in golden armor and wielding weapons, stood guard at the front gate, their eyes blazing and their presence imposing.

At the back door, Wei Zheng, dressed in a green robe, held a dragon-slaying sword. The sword's light was chilling, as if it could cut down all evil spirits.

"General Qin, it's been three days now, and His Majesty's condition is worsening. He's haunted by the vengeful spirit of the Wei River Dragon King every night. If this continues..."

Yuchi Gong sighed softly, his large hands gripping the whip handle tightly, his eyes filled with worry.

Qin Qiong frowned and said in a low voice, "Even with the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand, Lord Wei could not stop that wronged soul. His Majesty is likely to be in grave danger."

I heard that His Majesty dreamt again last night of the Dragon King of the Wei River, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood and tears, relentlessly demanding death…

Before he could finish speaking, a piercing groan suddenly echoed from the bedchamber. Li Shimin abruptly opened his eyes, his breath weak, his lips trembling: "The Wei River... Dragon King... I... I know I was wrong..."

The sound was intermittent, as if he had used up all his strength.

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Zheng pushed open the door and entered. With a flash of sword light, the yin energy in the bedchamber seemed to be dispelled somewhat.

He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I have already asked a Taoist master to set up an altar and perform a ritual, but the Dragon King's resentment is too strong and cannot be resolved by ordinary means."

Your Majesty must recruit monks from all over the land to hold a grand Buddhist and Taoist ceremony to deliver the souls of the deceased; only then can this calamity be averted.

Li Shimin nodded breathlessly, weakly saying, "Minister Wei... quickly issue a notice summoning eminent monks from all over the land. I... I want to personally make offerings and hold this Dharma assembly..."

Three days later, a golden notice was posted outside the palace, and the notice spread throughout Chang'an: The Tang Emperor was recruiting monks to perform a water and land ritual to deliver the wronged souls of the underworld. Anyone with spiritual attainment was welcome to enter the palace.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the land.

Meanwhile, in an ancient temple on Zhongnan Mountain, thunderclouds gathered, and the might of heaven was overwhelming.

A bolt of purple lightning, like a giant dragon, tore through the night sky and crashed down on a quiet room in the temple.

Inside the quiet room, Chen Xuanzang sat cross-legged, his face gaunt and his breath deep and resonant, clearly indicating that he had already reached the late stage of the Xuanxian realm. However, the lightning was merciless, striking down with earth-shattering force.

"boom!"

The quiet room exploded, rubble flew everywhere, Chen Xuanzang swayed, spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his aura instantly weakened.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Heavenly tribulation... how could it happen so suddenly?"

"I have cultivated for a hundred years, living in seclusion, why have I attracted a tribulation of lightning?"

Before the thunderclouds had dispersed, a second bolt of lightning was already brewing.

Chen Xuanzang struggled to get up, trying to use hand seals to resist, but found that his cultivation was dissipating like flowing water and his magical power was completely destroyed.

A chill ran through him, and he said in despair, "Could it be... that Heaven is going to destroy me?"

Just then, a golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a kind-faced Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Holding the clean bottle, she gently waved it, and three drops of crystal-clear Three Lights Divine Water fell into Chen Xuanzang's body.

His breathing gradually stabilized, and his injuries slowly healed, but his eyes were filled with confusion.

“Xuanzang, your faith is firm and you have cultivated for a hundred years, but because you lack supernatural powers and magical treasures to protect you, you will find it difficult to overcome this tribulation of lightning.”

Guanyin's voice was gentle and filled with boundless compassion: "However, this is the will of Heaven. You are destined to be with Buddhism. Why not abandon Taoism and enter Buddhism, go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures, cultivate to the point of enlightenment, and thus transcend your tribulations?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuanzang was startled and murmured, "Enter Buddhism?"
Journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?

He looked down at his tattered Taoist robe, his centuries of cultivation completely destroyed, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Guanyin smiled slightly: "If you enter the Buddhist order, this humble monk can touch your head and give you the precepts, granting you a connection to Buddhism."

"Your comprehension is exceptionally high; you will naturally achieve great mastery of Buddhist teachings."

Chen Xuanzang remained silent for a long time before finally raising his head, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Bodhisattva, Xuanzang is willing to enter the Buddhist order and seek the true scriptures!"

Guanyin nodded and gently touched the ground with her jade hand. Chen Xuanzang's black hair fell off and transformed into a monk's robe.

He knelt down to receive the precepts, and was given the Dharma name "Xuanzang".

He then entered a Buddhist monastery.

Three months later, in an ancient temple in Chang'an, Chen Xuanzang sat upright on a futon, gently turning the prayer beads in his hand and reciting scriptures, exuding an air of dignity.

With his astonishing comprehension, he thoroughly studied the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, became unbeatable in debates, and gained widespread fame.

Upon hearing of his name, the Tang emperor personally bestowed upon him the Buddhist name "Tang Sanzang".

He was appointed to preside over the Water and Land Dharma Assembly.

On the day of the Dharma assembly, the entire city of Chang'an was deserted as monks gathered in droves.

Tang Sanzang, dressed in a cassock, sat upright on a high platform, his voice clear and resonant, the sound of his chanting echoing through the sky.

Li Shimin, sitting below the stage, looked solemn, put his hands together, and said in a low voice, "The Dharma Master's Buddhist teachings are profound, which greatly pleases me."

If this Dharma assembly can deliver the souls of the deceased, I am willing to dedicate the entire nation's resources to supporting Buddhism.

Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, but his gaze drifted into the distance, a vague premonition in his heart: this journey to obtain the scriptures would likely be fraught with difficulties.

Meanwhile, in Jiangzhou City, in front of a simple butcher shop, Jiang Wang was chopping pork with a knife, the blade flashing as he neatly arranged the pieces of meat on the counter.

He was burly and had a roguish air about him. He hummed a little tune, seemingly enjoying this ordinary life in the city.

"Jiang Wang!"
Has the price of pork gone up again?

Last time it was eight coins a pound, why is it ten coins today?

An old woman, carrying a vegetable basket, stood with her hands on her hips and glared.

Jiang Wang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Auntie, I personally picked out this pig. It's perfectly marbled with fat and lean meat, and it smells so good it could lure your dog out!"
Ten coins isn't expensive. If you buy two pounds, I'll give you a pig's tail for free!

The old woman chuckled at his words and took out a coin: "Your mouth is as sweet as honey!"
"Fine, give me two jin!"

Just as Jiang Wang was about to weigh the meat, a clear sound suddenly rang in his mind: "Ding!"

System task update!

Host Jiang Wang, we have detected that Tang Sanzang will arrive at Shuangcha Ridge tomorrow morning and will be trapped in a tiger's den. Please select the following task:

1. Go to Shuangcha Ridge and rescue Tang Sanzang from the tiger's mouth. Reward: 5,000 experience points and the first level of the supernatural power 'Indestructible Body'.

2. Escort Tang Sanzang to the Five Elements Mountain and help him subdue Sun Wukong. Reward: 8,000 experience points and the magic weapon 'Nine-Ringed Staff'.

Third, observe secretly, and after Tang Sanzang has escaped danger, befriend him. The reward is 3,000 experience points and a random elixir.

Special Note: Starting with this mission, each completed mission will grant the host one chance to win a large experience point lottery, with a maximum prize of 100,000 experience points!

Jiang Wang paused, nearly cutting his own finger with the knife.

He widened his eyes and muttered under his breath, "System, this mission of yours came too suddenly, didn't it?"

Tang Sanzang?
Shuangchaling?
Isn't that a scene from Journey to the West?
"How did I, a pork seller, get into this mess?"

He looked up at the sky; the sun was setting, and the number of pedestrians in front of the butcher shop was gradually decreasing.

Jiang Wang stroked his chin, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Forget it, selling pork is nothing compared to being a great hero."
"System, tell me in detail about these three tasks. Which one is the most cost-effective?"

The system voice remained clear: "Task one is the riskiest. The Twin Fork Ridge is filled with demonic energy, and the tiger demons are ferocious. The host must fight against the demonic beasts with a mortal body. A slight mistake could result in death."

The second task is more difficult, requiring escorting Tang Sanzang for hundreds of miles, and the unruly Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain is not easy to subdue.

Task three is the safest option, but offers the lowest reward, so proceed with caution.

Jiang Wang chuckled: "Safe?"
That's not my style!

"That indestructible body sounds awesome! Saving a life and getting 5,000 experience points? Let's do it!"

He slammed his hand on the chopping board, put away the cleaver, and called out to the old woman, "Auntie, the butcher shop is closed tomorrow. Please come back the day after tomorrow!"

The old woman was taken aback, then started cursing, "You little rascal, you run away halfway through a deal, do you believe I'll buy from someone else?"

Jiang Wang smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Auntie, please don't be angry. I'll give you a 20% discount the day after tomorrow!"

After saying that, he quickly packed up the butcher shop, slung his bag over his shoulder, and hummed a little tune as he walked toward Shuangcha Ridge.

As night deepened, Jiang Wang walked to the outskirts of the city. Moonlight shone on him, and he looked up at the sky, muttering, "Tang Sanzang, we've never met before. Tomorrow, I hope my heroic rescue of the beauty... oh, I mean, my heroic rescue of the monk goes smoothly!"

He patted the short knife in his package, his steps light and quick, seemingly unafraid of the road ahead.

Inside Chang'an City, the Water and Land Dharma Assembly continues, with chanting and incense filling the air.

Tang Sanzang sat upright on the high platform, his gaze passing through the crowd as if searching for something.

Far away, deep in the dense forest of Shuangcha Ridge, a tiger's roar pierced the night sky.
The night was as dark as ink, and a cold wind howled through the forests of Shuangchaling. The jagged rocks cast menacing shadows in the moonlight.

Jiang Wang stood under an ancient pine tree, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He looked down into his palm, where a light screen, visible only to him, floated, emitting a faint glow.

On the screen, the system's text was cold and clear, with two options prominently displayed.

Option 1: Gain 10,000 experience points, which can be used to improve your skills or exchange for treasures.

Option Two: Obtain a piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh; consuming it will increase your cultivation by three million years and extend your lifespan by ten million years. (End of Chapter)