Watching Nezha, the story of Nezha's suicide in the Investiture of the Gods brought tears to my

After that, Xiao Yan picked it up and kept it as a pet, and even the Green Lotus Earth Core Flame was fused with by Xiao Yan.

And Bai Suzhen is also a snake. She can cultivate the Samadhi True Fire technique, which may be more suitable for her snake-people.

Even if they cannot devour the Samadhi True Fire to evolve, they still have the opportunity to learn how to use the Samadhi True Fire technique, just like Bai Suzhen.

Thinking of this, Medusa's gaze darkened further as she stared at Xiao Yan. "Boy, did you hear me?"

Xiao Yan forced a dry smile. "But... apart from the Heavenly Curtain, I've never heard of the Samadhi True Fire."

They are all different kinds of fire. If there were any news about the Samadhi True Fire, he would have been paying attention to it long ago.

Medusa wasn't the only one who coveted the Samadhi Fire.

"I don't care!" Medusa roared. "If you can't find it, don't blame me..."

The colorful snake shuddered. Before Medusa could finish speaking, its snake eyes, which had flashed with a cold light, became round and shiny.

Xiao Yan hugged the little snake and cried out, "Xiao Cai! You're back!"

……

The world of Journey to the West, the Western Paradise.

Inside Leiyin Temple, the Buddha opened his eyes, and a calm, serene voice rang out.

"Besides her water manipulation skills, Bai Suzhen also knows Samadhi Fire."

"Perhaps we can take it for use. What do you say to the old mother of Lishan (ma ma hao)?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva sat cross-legged on a lotus platform. "She said she had already gone to look for the white snake, but there was still no news."

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Buddha, even though Bai Suzhen knows the art of water manipulation and Samadhi Fire, she may not be able to suppress Sun Wukong."

"It's alright." Buddha said calmly, "Being able to master two kinds of magic at the same time, Bai Suzhen is quite talented."

Even if we can't suppress Sun Wukong, he'll still be a help to the Western Paradise. We must bring him into the Western Paradise and not let others take him away.

Leaving aside the art of water manipulation, the Samadhi True Fire alone is already quite remarkable.

Bringing Bai Suzhen into the Western Paradise would be a great thing for the Western Paradise.

……

Drill Bit Mountain.

Looking at Red Boy, who was suppressed by the lotus platform formed by the Heavenly Gang Blade and bound by the golden headband, Sun Wukong couldn't help but say:

"Good nephew, look at Bai Suzhen, and then look at yourself! You both know how to use the Samadhi True Fire, so how come you are so different!"

"That white snake only used its Samadhi True Fire to deal with the Black and White Impermanence, but you almost took my life."

Moreover, both of them are demons; one only wants to fall in love with a mortal, while the other is only thinking about eating Tang Sanzang's flesh.

Red Boy glared at Sun Wukong with wide eyes.

Sun Wukong shook his head, thinking it was far too far off.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder to himself, "This Bai Suzhen knows the Samadhi True Fire and the art of water manipulation."

I'm afraid he really is my nemesis.

Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire, combined with the rain cast by the Dragon King, made Red Boy's eyes extremely uncomfortable.

If Bai Suzhen were to use her Samadhi True Fire to roast him while simultaneously activating her Water Manipulation Technique...

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes widened in disbelief.

Wouldn't Bai Suzhen be able to both roast him with Samadhi Fire and create smoke to suffocate him at any time? That smoke might even blind him!

Sun Wukong murmured, "This celestial canopy, it really wasn't wrong after all."

[121] Huangfeng Ridge stretches for eight hundred li, all covered in rats setting up sniper rifles! Lingji Bodhisattva: What a shameless monk! Are you slandering Buddhism?!

Then the image on the sky rotated again.

[Rat plagues the court, brothers turn against each other—what secrets does Huangfeng Ridge hold?]

The eye-catching headline flashed by in an instant.

The Yellow Wind Ridge, stretching for eight hundred li, is the territory of the Yellow Wind King.

The Yellow Wind King had already been subdued by Bodhisattva Lingji, so the gods and Buddhas of the heavens did not take it seriously.

But as soon as the video started, it instantly attracted everyone's attention!

"Huangfeng Ridge, stretching eight hundred li, was once a prosperous land beyond the Great Wall. Suddenly, a rat infestation arose out of nowhere, turning the area into a miasma-filled wasteland, devoid of human habitation."

"Without father, without ruler, and without law, they committed evil deeds with Heaven's protection. Fortunately, the Great Sage borrowed the Buddha's power, and the evil winds were temporarily suppressed."

[“Who knew that such a calamity would strike so suddenly, that yellow-haired scoundrel would return to his hometown. The culprit, still alive, was quite pleased with himself, while the lucky star lay dead, his fate a mystery…”]

A strange, headless monk is playing the sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) and singing, recounting the events that have unfolded on this desolate land.

Arrows were strewn across the ground, as if a rain of arrows had once fallen here, and a fierce battle had taken place.

Before the headless monk stood a monkey, its body riddled with arrows, destined for greatness. The monk plucked the strings of his zither, and a golden light entered the monkey's body, dispelling the arrows and saving its life.

[Then the headless monk continued his chanting and playing, before turning into a wisp of sand and disappearing without a trace.]

...

The eerie headless monk possessed extraordinary magical power, instantly drawing the attention of all beings in the heavens, who exclaimed in amazement.

"What a fine monk!"

"How strange! His magic is so powerful, so who cut off his head? Why is he here, and why is he singing such a strange song?"

"You know what, you really have to admit, this singing is quite interesting!"

"The Yellow Wind Ridge, which stretches for eight hundred miles, was subdued by Bodhisattva Lingji long ago, so why has disaster struck again?"

"What exactly happened at Huangfeng Ridge? And what is the origin of this headless monk?!"

The gods and immortals of all the heavens were deeply attracted by this strange scene, and were filled with imagination and speculation about the story that happened at Huangfeng Ridge.

...

The world of Wu Geng Ji.

Xing Tian was instantly captivated by the headless monk, puffing out his chest and looking on with curiosity.

"What a powerful guy! He can still fight even without a head, just like me."

Xing Tian muttered to himself, his tone tinged with surprise and emotion.

Xing Tian himself was beheaded in a fierce battle with the dragon clan, but with his indomitable will and powerful divine strength, he continued to fight, using his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth.

Seeing this headless monk now is like seeing another version of myself.

However, unlike the headless monk in 443, he was sealed, while the headless monk was not sealed.

"Since you possess such profound magical power and have not been sealed away, why don't you go and retrieve your head?"

"Are there any other interesting stories behind this?"

Xing Tian was intrigued and stared intently at the sky.

...

The world of Journey to the West.

The pilgrims arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

The sky displayed the scenery of Huangfeng Ridge, in which a monkey that looked like Sun Wukong was shot into a hedgehog.

Seeing this comical scene, Pigsy couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Monkey, you've been shot into a hedgehog!"

"Go away!" Sun Wukong glared at Zhu Bajie.

With his extraordinary abilities, how could he be afraid of these ordinary weapons?

Besides, this chosen one only resembles him in appearance, but doesn't possess any of his spirit!

However, since they are all monkeys, there is still some sympathy among their kind.

This place was originally Huangfeng Ridge, which they had already cleared.

Now, faced with this unexpected turn of events, Sun Wukong's eyes widened in curiosity. He scratched his head and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Yellow Wind Ridge, isn't that the place where that yellow-haired rat lives? Back then, I, Old Sun, and Pigsy killed a Tiger Vanguard. Later, that yellow-haired rat demon was taken away by Bodhisattva Lingji. How come something big has happened at Yellow Wind Ridge again?"

When the master and his disciples passed through Huangfeng Ridge.

The powerful Samadhi Wind blew by the yellow-haired weasel spirit was astonishing, making his eyes sting and leaving him in a sorry state.

Finally, with the help of Bodhisattva Lingji, they were able to successfully subdue the monster and continue their journey westward.

Tang Sanzang, standing to the side, clasped his hands together, his face showing worry: "Amitabha, I hope the people of Huangfeng Ridge can suffer less torment from the monsters."

...

The chosen one, wielding a mixed iron rod, continued on his journey.

Along the way, he encountered countless minor demons, but he eliminated them all. By killing these demons and gaining combat experience, the Chosen One's strength improved considerably.

Soon, the chosen ones fought their way to a place called Shamen Village.