Chaos Spirit Field

The Emperor of Heaven ordered his subordinates to retreat. A sneer flashed across his face, and he spoke to a corner of the empty palace, "Master Zhunti, how come all of you saints are so alike? You all treat me as if I were blind. Heaven is my domain. Even if a fly flies in, male or female, it cannot escape my scrutiny! The matter has been resolved. I hope Buddhism will not shoot itself in the foot."

As soon as he finished speaking, ripples suddenly appeared in the empty space, and then the figure of Zhunti Taoist appeared. He smiled and said to the Emperor of Heaven, "Your Majesty is truly a master of cultivation. I admire you. Buddhism is about to flourish, and Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly accepted Zhao Zilong as his disciple and appointed him as the deputy headmaster. If there is no trickery, do you believe it? I don't believe it, I am just making some preparations in advance."

Hearing this, the Emperor of Heaven couldn't help but sneer, "Humph, you and Jie Yin Taoist are really interesting. You've ruined the good Western religion, and now you've created Buddhism. Don't make things worse for others."

Facing the ridicule of the Emperor of Heaven, the Taoist Zhunti was not angry, but replied calmly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reminder. There is no more treasure in the world but Tathagata. As for the rise of Buddhism, it is determined by the way of heaven and no one can stop it. The Taoist's promise will be fulfilled." After saying this, the Taoist Zhunti disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

Not long after Zhunti Taoist left, the Emperor of Heaven said coldly to someone: "Master Tongtian, I have become the laughing stock of the Three Realms, and you are still not satisfied. What else do you want to plot against me?"

Tongtian Patriarch said, "Emperor of Heaven, I did not instruct Wen Zhong."

The Emperor of Heaven sneered, "If the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked. Jiejiao is full of fools. I will not get angry with fools, nor will I cooperate with fools. Go away."

Tongtian Sect Master, with all his might, pressed down fiercely on the Emperor of Heaven. He loudly demanded, "Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?"

The Emperor of Heaven replied with disdain, "It was given by Heaven, and you have objections. You and I are both pawns. Do you really think I was brought up by intimidation? If you have the ability, then strike. If I frown, I am not the Lord of the Three Realms."

Tongtian Patriarch fell silent, his hand reaching for the Qingping Sword. The Emperor of Heaven shuddered, pretending to be calm and said, "Tongtian Patriarch, what on earth do you want to see me about?"

"What does Taoist Zhunti want to see you about?"

"He wants to bring Zhao Zilong and Yang Chan together to provoke a conflict between Yuxu Palace and Wahuang Palace. Just a reminder: your eldest disciple, Taoist Duobao, seems to have rebelled."

Tongtian Sect Master said confidently: "Duobao Taoist is loyal to Jiejiao and will never betray. That Zhao Zilong is not Zhao Shanhe. Be careful that Yuanshi Tianzun will not let you go."

"I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I be afraid? If you have nothing to do, don't come to Heaven and affect my cooperation with Buddhism."

"The Taoist Jie Yin and the Taoist Zhunti are not simple people."

The Emperor of Heaven replied disdainfully, "They're just two self-righteous fools. They've ruined such a vast territory like Xiniu Hezhou. They've played such a good hand so badly. If I were to manage it, I would definitely be able to overwhelm all the other sects."

Tongtian Sect Master did not question the words of the Emperor of Heaven. He was able to stand out from a group of competitors and gain the right to speak in the Heavenly Court under the calculations of many forces. If he were allowed to manage a continent, it would be easy for him. It was a pity that he was born at the wrong time.

The Emperor of Heaven was still daydreaming when the Patriarch Tongtian quietly left. He muttered to himself, "If it weren't for these saints holding me back, I would have unified the Three Realms long ago."

Time flies, and it has been over a decade since Zhao Shanhe returned from Yuxu Palace. Thanks to his tireless efforts, the Zhao Company has spread across the land of China. Wherever there are large gatherings of human beings, you can always find the Zhao Company.

More than ten years of operation have brought Zhao Shanhe great rewards. The currency issued by the Great Zhou Dynasty that can still be found in the world is very small, and most of it has been used in the Chaos Spiritual Field. The three thousand Taoist scriptures have been fully harvested, and he was happy to obtain two green-level spiritual fields, in which he planted "The True Scripture of the Sun" and "The Nine Revolutions Profound Art" respectively.

Sometimes, when you are sitting at home, disaster may come from the sky. Zhao Shanhe was speechless when he saw the red line that suddenly appeared on his body. It was not that he was dissatisfied with Yang Xiaochan on the other end of the red line, but he was a little unhappy about being plotted against.

Why was Zhao Shanhe so certain someone was plotting against him? It was primarily due to the nature of this body—it was unaffected by cause and effect. Ever since he had buried himself and emerged from the Primal Chaos Spiritual Field, he had become, in a sense, an object. To put it more figuratively, he was like a computer virus, an alien species. Otherwise, his fabricated story wouldn't have been able to deceive even a saint.

Since his resurrection from the Chaos Spiritual Field, Zhao Shanhe had transformed from a loser into a genius. He had learned many magical powers from the Three Thousand Daoist Canons, including the art of deduction. After some deduction, he figured out the whole story and muttered to himself, "So it was him. He really never changes his stubborn ways."

Zhao Shanhe originally didn't want to provoke Buddhism, but now he has been bullied and it's time to settle all the old and new accounts.

In Xiqi, a remote mountain village, there lived a scholar named Wu Chengen. He was reading as usual when he suddenly saw a stack of manuscripts on his desk. He picked them up and began to read, completely engrossed, forgetting both time and hunger.

Three days later, he finally finished reading the whole book. Wu Chengen couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a good book." If it weren't for the strong feeling of hunger, he would probably continue to indulge in it.

When Wu Chengen's wife, Xiu Niang, heard that her husband wanted to eat, she finally felt relieved. She said, "My dear, you haven't eaten or gone out these past few days. You haven't responded when I called you, and you've been holding a book in your hand. I've been worried sick."

Wu Chengen smiled and said, "Xiuniang, your husband has obtained a wonderful book called Journey to the West. It is absolutely a masterpiece. The writing is exquisite, the plot is full of ups and downs, and it is fascinating. It is truly a rare masterpiece!"

The embroiderer was not interested in Journey to the West at all. She said worriedly, "My dear, after this meal, there is no more food at home. I want to go to the Erlang Zhenjun Temple to ask for some food."

Wu Chengen frowned. "Xiuniang, I'm a registered Buddhist disciple. How can I worship other gods? Aren't you putting me in an unfair position? I'll find a way to deal with the money issue."

"Husband, what can you do? If we sell the land, what will happen to our family in the future?" the embroiderer asked worriedly.

"I'm going to sell books, so you don't have to worry about it."

Wu Cheng'en, overjoyed, took his copy of "Journey to the West" to booksellers. However, he encountered numerous setbacks. Bookstore owners praised the book's brilliant writing, but no one dared to buy it. The main theme was to promote Buddhism and suppress Taoism, which seemed to contradict the Zhao family's business. Some booksellers, feeling it was a shame that the book couldn't be published, urged him to take it back and revise it.