Journey to the West: Start by giving Taishang Laojun a whole life

Chapter 300 Immortals and Gods: You call this a hundred-year-old monkey demon?! Wutian! You dog!
"My grandson is leaving!"

Sun Wukong had his monkey followers bring over his golden chainmail, and then took out the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) from his ear.

His gaze was fixed on the sky.

His eyes gleamed with golden light.

The aura was constantly changing, from gentle to arrogant.

He has attained Buddhahood.

But that doesn't mean he's lost his old methods!

With a somersault, Sun Wukong soared into the sky and vanished from everyone's sight.

Zhang Tian shouted at the monkeys and their offspring, "Go beat the drums and raise the flags, make a good show of force! I want to see which ignorant fool dares to bring troops to besiege my senior brother from Xuandu, they simply don't take me seriously!"

He stepped out of the cave.

It did not transform into auspicious light and fly away.

Instead, his eyes shone with divine light, and he surveyed the heavens and the earth.

Over the past century.

Although he had been studying alchemy, it was the Golden Elixir Dao of Laozi, which was equivalent to cultivating supernatural powers at all times.

In addition, there's the help of three powerful figures.

There are also the many different paths and laws of the world.

Zhang Tian has already progressed to an extremely deep level in the Hunyuan Dao, and compared to a hundred years ago, he has improved to an unimaginable degree.

He could easily follow the monkey's movements and see it with incredible clarity.

The green ox standing to the side looked completely bewildered.

Because the old ox can't see anything.

Qingniu didn't think Zhang Tian was putting on an act; he was just shocked. "You...you've been refining pills these past few days, when did you start cultivating supernatural powers?"

"Yeah, I'm hanging up."

Green Ox: ? ? ?
As Zhang Tian casually remarked, he saw the monkey leap into the sky, where there was a sky full of golden light, golden armor and golden spears, extraordinary items, all made by the Heavenly Court.

He once commanded tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers.

I have some understanding of it.

He couldn't help but feel increasingly strange. "Strange, judging from their equipment, these people are indeed soldiers from the Heavenly Court."

"But why don't I recognize any of those countless divine generals?"

Zhang Tian is the God of Wealth in Heaven and a disciple of the Supreme Lord. He is favored by the Jade Emperor, and everyone in Heaven knows him.
We don't say we're acquainted.

They've at least met before.

"Could they be foreign troops guarding the Milky Way?"

But Zhang Tian quickly dismissed this guess, because he discovered something even stranger that made his expression extremely strange: those immortals in golden armor didn't even recognize the monkey.

The other party has caused a great disturbance in Heaven.

That reputation is truly remarkable.

Those deities not only showed disdain on their faces, but also chose to fight each other physically, confronting each other head-on.

soon.

The gods in the sky looked on with despair as they watched Sun Wukong fight wildly among the crowd, completely ignoring any supernatural powers or magic, striking one down with each blow of his staff, displaying extreme ferocity.

The gods were somewhat exasperated. You call this monkey a monkey demon who has only cultivated for a hundred years? Are you trying to fool the gods and treating them like fools?
The magic needle that stabilized the sea whistled past.

It hurts if you rub it.

If you get too close, you'll die.

One fell and a whole swarm fell. The so-called gods and generals were as fragile and vulnerable as ants among the demon soldiers before them.

Sun Wukong stood there, staff in hand, utterly disappointed. He found it all incredibly boring. "You guys are the weakest I've ever seen. You're far worse than when you wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace last time. Boring, utterly boring!"

He turned and walked away.

I'm too lazy to take their lives.

After all, they've all become Buddhas; it wouldn't be good to kill them all.

We still need to go back and recite the scriptures.

Only the gods, collapsed and vomiting blood, were left standing there bewildered in the wind. What? The other side had even caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace??
All the immortals and gods: Wutian! You call this heaven-defying thing a monkey demon who has cultivated for a hundred years?! You dog! Liar!

Zhang Tian took everything in, his ears twitching slightly as he heard the curses of the immortals and gods, and he suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.

He opened the chat group.

Zhang Tian from Journey to the West: "Brothers, I've run into a little trouble here. Come out quickly, I need to use your pig brains."

Doupo Zhang Tian: "?"

Zhang Tian, ​​the Sky-Covering General: "?"

Devouring Zhang Tian: "?"

Although he had some guesses in his mind, he still dared not be sure, simply because the sequel to Journey to the West was a complete brain-burning game. After all, Wutian could see the secrets of heaven and had all kinds of supernatural powers, which was even more amazing than the secrets of heaven.

He told them what had happened.

The crowd began to discuss and analyze whether this was some kind of butterfly effect or something else.

Doupo Zhang Tian: "This matter does feel very wrong. You are Master Xuandu. Laozi held a special disciple-acceptance ceremony for you. You should have met countless immortals who came to teach you, but you don't recognize a single one of them."

Devouring Zhang Tian: "Yeah, even the monkeys don't know. Are you sure these aren't walking 50?"

Doupo Zhang Tian: "I think you can ask Nezha first. He is the Three-Altar Marshal who is in charge of the Heavenly Army and controls the land, sea and air. If there really is such an army, he will definitely know about it."

Zhang Tian, ​​the Heavenly General: "Is the Heavenly Court still safe?"

Zhang Tian from Journey to the West: "The Heavenly Court should be safe. After all, I asked Di Ting, and the Underworld is still peaceful. These gods look very real and don't seem to be pretending. Even though some of them are seriously injured and dying, they don't seem to have returned to their original forms."

Zhang Tian from Doupo: "Since you find it strange, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Zhang Tian from Journey to the West: "I'm just afraid of running into the real deal!"

Zhang Tian from Battle Through the Heavens: "The monkey has so many hairs on its body, why don't you just pluck one, use your supernatural ability to create an avatar, and go directly to the underworld to gather information?"

Zhang Tian suddenly realized.

He watched the monkey return, his words filled with complaints, feeling that the Heavenly Court was making a mess of things, sending so many shrimp soldiers and crab generals, only to make the monkey's hopes dashed.

Zhang Tian plucked a monkey hair, and under the puzzled gaze of the other party, he cast a spell to transform it into his own appearance. In front of everyone, he said, "The Heavenly Court would not have such strange movements for no reason. Something must have happened. I'm afraid that the demons of the Underworld have appeared. I'll cast a spell to go back and take a look."

As soon as these words came out.

Di Ting's eyes suddenly changed.

However, he didn't do anything, just quietly watched as the other party used magic to send his avatar to the underworld.

And that underworld.

King Yama took a deep breath, thinking about the black-robed sage's instructions to him, "Xuandu and Sun Wukong seem to have become suspicious. They used their supernatural powers to send their avatars to the underworld. If they ask you anything, you must answer carefully and never give yourself away."

Yama, the King of Hell, nodded confidently.

He was one of the Ten Kings of Hell, and had lived for countless years. He had seen countless ghosts and all sorts of ghost stories, and was confident that deceiving a young man who was only a few hundred years old would be a piece of cake.

He didn't believe the other party could extract information from him about the changes in the underworld.

He remained calm and collected, when he saw a figure appear in the underworld. Just as he was about to speak, the figure asked, "Where is the black-robed envoy? Tell him to hurry up and prepare. The monkey will be here soon. We can't let the Victorious Fighting Buddha see through our scheme and ruin our master's grand plan to attack Mount Ling!"

King Yama was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, "Oh! Laozi's disciple is one of our own?"
King Yama: This is a sure thing!

(End of this chapter)