Let you conquer the world of low-level martial arts, what the hell is Journey to the West?

Chapter 88: Which deity is being worshipped? There is no one above the ancestor!
Zhang Tian was just playing a joke on the monkey. He trapped the monkey for a while without any moral principles and then let the monkey out, just to let the monkey see how sinister human hearts are and how complicated the social schemes are.

Unexpectedly, the monkey was still quite dissatisfied.

"You are relying on the magic weapon given to you by the ancestor to bully me because I am defenseless. When I find a magic weapon that suits me, I will let you, Junior Brother, see my power!"

Done.

His eyes rolled around, as if he remembered something. "I remember that half a year ago, my master gave me a test, and I intercepted a long past event and turned it into an illusion. Then, good Erlang had a magic needle in his hand."

"It is said that the Dingri Divine Needle is a piece of magic iron that was used by Dayu to measure rivers and lakes when he was controlling floods."

"That day, I remember that Erlang threw the magic iron into the East China Sea, but I don't know if it is still there..."

"Speaking of which, the old Dragon King of the East China Sea is my neighbor. I've always heard that the old Dragon King of the East China Sea is the richest man in the world and has countless magic weapons. When the time comes, even if I can't find the Ruyi Magic Iron, I will borrow a suitable weapon from the talented Dragon King, hehe."

The monkey found the whereabouts of his magic weapon. He thought that the Ruyishen left by Dayu when he controlled the flood must be something no one wanted. Even if he couldn't find it, he could borrow one from his rich neighbor, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He thought that since the neighbor was rich and powerful, he wouldn't say anything.

Listening to the monkey's mumbling, Zhang Tian smiled but said nothing. The so-called monkey borrowing magic weapons was simply borrowing without returning, just like when he was young, a giant borrowed his light and never returned it for so many years, resulting in a dark future for him.

He quarreled with the monkey for a while.

He let the other party take away the Wanling Baicao wine that he had brewed for a long time.

Zhang Tian regained his former calmness, and practiced the Tiangang magical power of Nine Breaths to increase his magic power by several years with each breath. He also silently recited the Huangting Taoist Scripture to avoid disasters, and then copied the Tao Te Ching, which made him feel refreshed and slightly wiser. He then spent the rest of the time practicing the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

"Mysterious skills are also profound. If you fight with others, there are still some shortcomings. That is, your martial arts skills are slightly inferior. If you fight against someone with weaker strength, you can't see it. If you are in the eyes of a master, you will definitely suffer a loss."

"The monkey's martial arts were developed by himself. There is no set rules. I still have to think of a way myself..."

A period of training.

The day passed in the blink of an eye.

into the night.

At the foot of Fangcun Mountain, a cold wind blew and transformed into a human form in the darkness. It was the City God of the City God Temple. Standing on the other side of him was the Land God. The other party was a direct subordinate of the City God, so naturally he had to accompany him.

The City God looked around and felt that the area was picturesque but he could not see anything magical. It was ordinary, with neither brilliant light rising into the sky nor cranes and golden lotuses. It did not look like the place where immortals and gods lived at all.

He was filled with emotion and said to the land, "I have been the city god for more than 200 years, but I have never heard of the name of Fangcun Mountain. If that young man had not taken the initiative to come to me, I would have been kept in the dark and had no idea that there were real gods living here."

"It is truly a deity hiding in the mountains and forests, mortals can see it but cannot recognize it!"

The landowner nearby knew a little bit about it. "The immortal on this Fangcun Mountain came here five hundred years ago and opened a cave called Sanxing Cave. He called himself the Patriarch. He neither looked at talent nor comprehension, but only at fate. The common people nearby, even those who chop wood, can get a few tricks from the Patriarch."

"But for hundreds of years, none of the disciples taught by the master have become successful. They have all learned some unorthodox techniques, not the orthodox immortal ways. The common people have studied for decades but have not achieved any accomplishments, so they secretly say that the master is a liar."

"Over time, this place has declined and its popularity is no longer what it used to be. I estimate that there are only 20 to 30 disciples left." Xiniu Hezhou has a prosperous population.

A slightly larger Buddhist temple may have hundreds or even thousands of people, if not tens of thousands. The number of Buddhas worshipping under the temples is even more innumerable. The fragrance of the incense sticks lingers from morning to night, and it hits your nose as soon as you enter the hall. Even if you walk down the mountain, the smell remains and lingers for a long time.

The gold, silver and money offered by the people turned the bodies of the Buddha and Bodhisattva into golden ones, which were dazzling and glorious.

No place is as desolate as Fangcun Mountain.

The land god was also puzzled. “Is the ancestor of this mountain really capable? If so, why is it that none of the many disciples he taught are capable... Maybe this one is just gifted..."

The City God laughed loudly, "You don't understand this. The ancients said that one kind of rice can feed a hundred kinds of people. The same principle applies. Even if it is the same master with the same skills, he can teach disciples with different abilities. Some are very capable, some are not, some are kind-hearted, and some are evil."

"Fortunately, the immortal on this Fangcun Mountain is kind-hearted and taught a good disciple. If he had met an evil one, I, as his neighbor, would probably not be able to sleep day or night."

The City God usually lives for 300 years, but seeing that he did a good job, the underworld added 200 years to his life and promised to arrange a wealthy family for him in the next life, so that he can live a peaceful life. When he was young, he relied on his father, when he was middle-aged, he relied on his wife, and when he was old, he relied on his son. He had a kind father, a good wife, and filial sons. How many people envy his life!
Even being an emperor is just like this!

He didn't want anything to go wrong during the remaining 200 years of his term, so he thought of going up Fangcun Mountain under the pretext of making an apology to test the waters and find out the way forward.

However, he felt that Zhang Tian was easy to talk to and should be a decent immortal, just because...

The City God pointed at the ghosts and wronged ghosts that were lured by the two generals, the Golden Shackles and Silver Locks, and sighed inexplicably, "The sins on your body have been washed away by the great magic power, and some merits have been added. With such magical powers, I want to ask you, are you better than those Buddhist monks in chanting scriptures? Can you make money while standing?"

"can."

"Is he a good and educated man?"

"Yes."

The land god was convinced, and the city god stroked his beard proudly. The two of them came to the Three Stars Cave with gifts and saw Zhang Tian shining with golden light in the dark night.

The other party was standing on the clouds, observing whether these ghosts and evil spirits were sending these minions and evil ghosts to reincarnation.

See the City God come to visit.

Zhang Tian was a little surprised. He descended from the cloud and exchanged a few polite words with the other party. Then he heard the City God ask, "I am the Yin God of the Underworld. This is my first visit. I don't know which deity is enshrined on the altar of my fellow Taoist. I want to be prepared and burn incense to worship."

Which deity is enshrined in the Lingtai of Sanxing Cave?
Zhang Tian thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "Not even one."

The Great Immortal Zhenyuan still has heaven and earth to worship.

Above Bodhi Patriarch.

There is not a single god left!
(End of this chapter)