We bear people have power

The blade was as cold as the moon, and could freeze frost wherever it passed, showing that this monk's swordsmanship was extraordinary.

Guan Bo neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he thrust out his Ruyi Divine Weapon, using its ridiculously large hammer to block most of his body.

In this way, no amount of exquisite swordsmanship could work; they simply couldn't bypass the giant hammer and strike Guan Bo.

Therefore, the blade can only collide with the Ruyi Divine Weapon.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the resulting vibrations caused huge waves to splash up at Lingyun Ferry nearby.

Guan Bo remained motionless, but the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

The monk was thrown back by the shockwave, but he tumbled several times without getting injured.

Guan Bo slashed his Ruyi Divine Weapon, sending out a line of fire that blocked the two of them.

“I can fight you, but let me ask you first. Is Guanyin Bodhisattva on Mount Ling?” Guan Bo asked.

The monk stood there holding a knife, but said, "He's not here."

"Do you know where the Bodhisattva went?" Guan Bo asked, frowning.

"I don't know," the monk replied again.

"Has the Bodhisattva ever visited Mount Ling?"

"They came, but then they left."

This monk answered every question, though he seemed a bit simple-minded.

Guan Bo couldn't bring himself to hate such an honest person, so he spoke again: "I am determined to go to Mount Ling to see the Buddha. If you still try to stop me, then I will no longer be polite."

"On Mount Ling, monsters are not allowed to run rampant. Since you insist on going your own way, don't blame me for unleashing a massacre." The monk responded forcefully, as if he wasn't the one who had just been at a disadvantage.

Guan Bo had a certain respect for such an opponent and asked, "May I ask your name, Master?"

“Ananda,” the monk replied.

Ananda, also known as Ananda, was one of the Buddha's ten great disciples. Legend has it that he had not yet attained enlightenment. He was the Buddha's cousin and served as the Buddha's constant disciple for over twenty years after becoming a monk. He was known for his excellent memory and could recite many of the Buddha's teachings fluently, thus earning him the reputation of being the most learned.

Guan Bo couldn't figure out which one was the real Ananda, but the person in front of him had a pure and innocent look in his eyes, without any complicated thoughts.

"In that case, let's see whose blade is sharper." Guan Bo's Ruyi Divine Weapon transformed into a Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Guan Bo possessed immense strength, but if he used a single-handed dagger like Ananda, he would find it difficult to exert his full power. Only the Martial Saint's Green Dragon Crescent Blade could match his style of overcoming all techniques with sheer force.

The long sword flashed, gleaming with a bluish light, and slashed upwards towards Ananda. This strike contained immense power, carving a turbulent current through the air.

Ananda neither dodged nor avoided, but gripped the knife with both hands and slashed down from above.

The blades clashed, their sound reverberating for miles, even shattering the clouds in the sky.

This attack appeared to be evenly matched, but in reality, Guan Bo only used seven-tenths of his strength. Moreover, Guan Bo's attack was an upward sweep, while Anan's was a downward chop. Under these circumstances, Anan could only be considered evenly matched with Guan Bo, but in reality, his strength was far inferior.

Guan Bo assessed the difference in strength between the two and then used his lotus platform to press his advantage. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade didn't employ any fancy techniques; he simply used the most basic, forceful strike to cleave Mount Hua, aiming for Ananda.

An ordinary martial artist, using a common sword technique like "splitting Mount Hua with force," could at most only split a piece of wood. But for a demon king like Guan Bo, who could move mountains and fill seas, it was truly capable of splitting Mount Hua, making this move worthy of its name.

Ananda knew that he was no match for Guan Bo in strength, but he still did not dodge. Instead, he mustered all his strength and gathered all his magical power to strike head-on with his sword.

The two blades clashed, this time a true clash of swords. Ananda spat out a mouthful of golden blood, severely injured by Guan Bo's immense force.

Ananda was slammed to the ground, creating a crater tens of feet deep, and even triggering a small earthquake.

Mount Ling trembled, countless rocks fell, and the river surged, with whirlpools appearing and disappearing.

Guan Bo used all his strength in this strike. He hadn't felt so exhilarated sending someone flying in a long time, and he couldn't help but want to do it a few more times.

"But this guy is probably already useless, right?" Guan Bo looked at the huge pit.

But to Guan Bo's surprise, Ananda actually climbed out of the pit. Although his hands could barely hold the knife and his body was covered in blood, his eyes remained firm. He pointed the blade at Guan Bo and said, "At the foot of Mount Ling, you must not run wild."

"He's a real man!" Guan Bo gave Anan a thumbs up.

How could such a person possibly ask Tang Sanzang for any favors? He was most likely tricked by Kasyapa into committing the sin of greed.

But respect doesn't mean Guan Bo will hold back. He wants to see Buddha, and even if the one blocking his way is the Monkey King, he will still kill him without hesitation.

Flames blazed fiercely on the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the three colors of fire—the Evil God's Fire, the Tushita Fire, and the Asura Fire—scorching the earth. With this strike, Guan Bo guaranteed Ananda would never be able to stand again.

Just when it seemed like a matter of life and death, hundreds of golden rays flew out from Mount Ling. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of bald men were standing in front of Guan Bo.

These monks all had dignified appearances and possessed boundless Buddhist power; one look at them and you could tell they were extraordinary.

"You audacious monster, daring to trespass on Mount Ling! Do you know your crime?" the leader shouted, pointing at Guan Bo.

"And who are you, and what position do you hold in Lingshan?" Guan Bo asked.

"It is Venerable Kasyapa!" the man said proudly.

Venerable Kasyapa was one of the Buddha's ten great disciples. Judging from this, the hundreds of bald men around him are probably the five hundred Arhats of Mount Ling.

Guan Bo was not afraid at all and shouted: "So it's you, you money-grubbing bastard! Take this!"

The Ruyi Divine Weapon transformed once more into a colossal hammer, wreathed in three-colored flames, and crashed down upon Kasyapa. Kasyapa, lacking Ananda's unwavering courage, immediately tried to dodge.

However, the lotus platform beneath Guan Bo's feet was several times faster than him, leaving Jia Ye with no way to dodge. With a single blow, Jia Ye's bones and tendons were broken. Had Jia Ye not possessed considerable cultivation, this blow would have been enough to send him into the cycle of reincarnation.

Seeing Guan Bo make a move, the five hundred Arhats naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch, and they unleashed various Buddhist treasures to strike Guan Bo.

Cloud banners, canopies, prayer flags; wooden fish, bronze bells, vajras; robes, rosaries, Vairocana hats... countless golden lights shimmered, like golden crows hanging upside down and stars falling from the sky.

Guan Bo laughed wildly, his golden lotus feet spinning to dodge most of the Buddhist treasures, but the remaining few couldn't break through the Demon Core Robe's defense. Guan Bo charged towards the densest area of ​​Arhats, his Ruyi Divine Weapon transforming into a long staff that swept across, instantly sending more than ten Lingshan Arhats flying, coughing up blood.

Guan Bo fought his way in and out of the encirclement of five hundred Arhats seven times, his heroic spirit rising. He roared and sang: "The Pixiu spirit, pillar of heaven and earth, roams freely among Buddhas and immortals. I once attended the Thunder Sound Orchid Basin Gathering, where five hundred Arhats greeted me. In my drunken stupor, I staggered and swaggered, displaying my might. My fists shattered Vajra bones, my kicks sent blood spurting from the Arhats. The little immortals on the Golden Peak trembled in fear, Ananda and Kasyapa were terrified. The Lingyun Ferry overturned the river, and the Great Hero Hall nearly collapsed. Divine soldiers opened the road to the Spirit Mountain, and steel fists annihilated all the spirits on the ground. You all deserve to die before my eyes, I, the Bear Lord, will not spare your lives. Go and ask throughout the world, I am the most famous bear of all time!"

This is a rip-off of the opening poem from the Monkey King, but because of Guan Bo's involvement, the Monkey King seems to have forgotten to recite this heroic passage during his battle with the Black Bear Demon. Guan Bo can plagiarize with a clear conscience, even with a sense of smug satisfaction at making up for the missed opportunity.

In this fierce battle, Guan Bo, relying on his lotus platform and divine weapon, defeated the five hundred Arhats, leaving them scattered and unable to withstand a single blow.

Knowing that he was blushing and could no longer hold back, and that someone was about to die, a shout came from Lingyun Ferry: "Guan Bo, stop for now, I will lead you to Lingshan."

Guan Bo looked out onto the river and saw a ferry boat heading towards the shore. As it drew closer, he saw an old fisherman in a straw raincoat, rowing a bottomless, dilapidated boat.

Guan Bo could see the surging river water beneath the boat, seemingly even more turbulent than outside, as if it were poised to devour anyone who might enter.

Seeing Guan Bo hesitate, the fisherman recited: "My boat, renowned since the beginning of time, has remained unchanged since I set sail. With waves and wind, it remains steady, enjoying peace and tranquility without beginning or end. Untainted by the six senses, it returns to oneness, sailing freely and peacefully through countless eons. A bottomless boat struggles to cross the sea, yet it has carried countless beings from ancient times to the present."

Guan Bo put his hands together and bowed, saying, "So it was the Buddha of Guidance in person. I only wanted to go to Mount Ling to see the Buddha, but these Arhats insisted on stopping me. It was a matter of life and death, so I had no choice but to take action. Please forgive me."

The fisherman said, "Buddha sent me to fetch you, so naturally I won't concern myself with such trivial matters."

Upon hearing this, Kasyapa's expression became quite interesting. He had been beaten half to death by Guan Bo, but in the Buddha's eyes, it was a trivial matter. However, Kasyapa dared not resent the Buddha, and could only vent his frustration on Guan Bo.

Guan Bo, with his innate supernatural abilities, monitored the entire scene at all times and was naturally aware of this guy's reaction. He dared not show any animosity towards a mere Venerable One, which was not worth mentioning to Guan Bo.

He jumped onto the bottomless boat and let the fisherman row the boat on the river, leading him to the other side.

On the way, Guan Bo asked the Buddha, "I've heard that this river is magical; mortal bodies that cross it become corpses and float downstream. How come we've been traveling in the river for so long, yet we haven't seen my body?"

"It's probably too fat and sank to the bottom," the Buddha said with a smile.

Guan Bo was stunned, never expecting this person to joke. He subconsciously touched his stomach, but in his current human form, Guan Bo only had abdominal muscles, no excess fat at all.

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it to heart. You are not even in this world, so how can this river wash away your physical body?" the Buddha explained.

Although Guan Bo had already heard about his special abilities from Bodhi Patriarch, he didn't expect that Mount Ling also knew about them. Looking at the vast road ahead, Guan Bo wondered what it would be like to meet the Buddha, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Don't worry, if Buddha wanted to do anything to you, he could suppress you with the blink of an eye. Do you think you're stronger than that monkey?"

Hearing this, Guan Bo also felt it made sense. Although he had some skills, it wouldn't be much harder for Buddha than swatting a fly.

Guan Bo had thought that once he boarded the ferry, his journey would be smooth and he would be able to meet the Buddha directly. Unexpectedly, the bottomless boat, which had been stable at first, began to tumble as soon as it reached the middle of the river.

Guan Bo subconsciously tried to lift the lotus platform and fly away, but he only felt a suction force coming from under his feet, which pulled him to the bottom of the river.