What kind of Journey to the West is this?

"Could you tell me about it?"

"It's embarrassing to say this... I'm already 22 years old, and it's time for me to get married and have children! But my mother is very strict and kind. After several matchmaking appointments, she wasn't satisfied with any of the girls.

"This year I'm in love with a girl from Chenguan Village, so I want to get a few pheasants as a gift to my mother and whisper them in her ears.

"But this year the rabbits and foxes in the mountains are very alert. In half a year, I've only caught three or five field mice!"

The farmer smiled bitterly and said, "Now I don't have the courage to tell my mother about this!"

This is consistent with what the Golden Bird Immortal said.

It was as if all the animals and birds in the mountains had vanished overnight, leaving no trace. Judging from what the farmer said, this incident probably happened half a year ago.

Yan Xia didn't mention this matter, but just smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry! Don't worry. I have a plan to help you."

The farmer was overjoyed, and then he heard Yan Xia say:

"There's a Manjusri Bodhisattva temple in the city. Go there and pay your respects. Then, when you return, tell your mother: Manjusri Bodhisattva appeared in your dream, telling you that you've had a difficult life and won't live long. I'm afraid there won't be any descendants."

The farmer felt that this was a lie and absurd, and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid it's not good."

But looking at his expression, he was hesitant, which showed that he was tempted.

The girl in red just smiled, walked into the air and disappeared from his sight.

Coming back to his senses, the farmer stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, wondering, "Who was I talking to just now?"

A neighbor from the same village who was resting in the shade of a nearby tree shouted, "What were you doing standing there on the edge of the field? Don't you think the sun is scorching?"

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An Yanxia soared to the sky above Maliu Mountain, and saw Monk Daoming also soaring into the sky and flying out of Qinglong Temple.

When the two met, An Yanxia bowed and said, "Master, what have you discovered?"

Monk Daoming said, "I went to Qinglong Temple to investigate under the pretext of exchanging Buddhist teachings. I walked through the newly built Qinglong Temple and found nothing unusual."

"It's just that some new monks occasionally mention that there's a golden light shining across the ground in the mountains behind the temple. Everyone thinks it's sacred."

Yan Xia asked, "Where is the back mountain?"

"It's the small hill outside Qinglong Temple. It was once the place where Zen Master Puzhi became a monk and practiced. He carved a cave into the rock face of the mountain, which was also his earliest temple. High-ranking officials once traveled thousands of miles to ask for calligraphy from him, and it became a legendary story."

"Ask for a word?"

"Exactly. Zen Master Puzhi was first proficient in Buddhism, then in cursive calligraphy, and finally in painting. He was also known as the Azure Dragon Venerable, so people at the time called him the Three Wonders Azure Dragon. Most of his cursive calligraphy has been lost, but some of his paintings have been passed down."

Yan Xia nodded, indicating that she understood.

This Zen Master Puzhi was truly a famous figure of his time.

"Some novice monks also mentioned that they occasionally heard thunderous sounds in their ears, and they claimed that it was the thunder of Sanskrit."

Yan Xia said, "There are indeed frequent thunders. Old Master, you may not be able to hear them clearly from far away in Wuhe Mountain, but the day I returned to Cangzhou, the thunder could be heard all the way to Cangzhou City."

There has been little rain during this period, but there have been frequent thunders, which is obviously abnormal.

An Yanxia had completely forgotten about this before, but now that she was reminded, she immediately said, "I'm afraid it's the wine cup boy who is performing thunder magic."

"I thought so too." Monk Daoming nodded in agreement and asked, "What information did you get?"

"I went around and asked the people, and I learned that the signs of banning the animals and birds in the mountains have been there for more than half a year."

Monk Daoming groaned in silence.

More than half a year ago, shortly after the fire at Qinglong Temple.

It can make all the monsters and beasts in the mountain disappear without a trace, and can even trap the wine cup so that no news can get out...

Yanxia pressed the cloud and said, "Let's go to the back mountain to take a look."

The two of them flew to the mountain behind Qinglong Temple.

This Qinglong Temple had been rebuilt, and the Jie Di and Yaksha who had originally protected the temple were no longer with us. There were no obstacles along the way, but the further An Yanxia walked into the back of the mountain, the more she felt the steam blowing against her face.

It was wet, as if fog was rising around.

But when she looked around, she saw a clear sky.

There was a cave in the back of the mountain, but it was completely empty except for a stone table with scattered pots and bowls on it, and cobwebs in the corners.

As she and Monk Daoming entered the cave, they saw a masked monster emerge. Its eight legs, razor-sharp, resembled a hot knife cutting into cooked butter, piercing the rock wall with a single thrust.

The spider spirit looked scary, but its voice was surprisingly pleasant. It whispered past Yanxia's ears, "You two, this is the forbidden area of my Qinglong Temple. You'd better not go any further."

Hearing that this was a sister with a nice voice, Yan Xia even spoke politely, "Excuse me, has Taoist Jiuzhongzi been here before?"

The spider spirit said, "I have never seen the Taoist priest before."

"Could you please take off your mask and speak first?"

Monk Daoming stared at the pure white mask and always felt that there was death underneath the mask, without a trace of life.

The spider spirit said, "I never take off my mask."

Yanxia complained, "Are you a bull warrior?"

"I am a spider spirit."

"You're a bag of cat food."

"I'm a bag of cat food."

The spider spirit repeated mechanically, and Monk Daoming was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Yan Xia saw a flash of red light in her hand, and immediately she took out a purple-gold colored glass cup, which rotated in the air, containing raging flames.

"Old Master! Use One-Fist Zen on it!"

Journey to the West by the Supreme Immortal: Chapter 282 [Pu Zhi Becomes a Demon]

As the flames burned, the spider demon showed no reaction at all, mechanically repeating words like "please leave".

The true fire of the sun was extremely yang and strong. It flew out from the purple gold glass cup and turned into a fire sword. With a few hissing sounds, it pierced into the spider demon's chest.

But there was no blood, only a ball of black water flowing out of the wound, which was burned into gray powder by the true fire of the sun.

Monk Daoming knocked the spider demon's head off with one punch.

In the blink of an eye, the spider demon disappeared.

The power of this move shocked even Monk Daoming himself. Seeing this, Yanxia exclaimed in amazement: "It's so ruthless that it destroys flowers."

The old monk defended himself, "I only used 30% of my strength."

The spider demon's head flew in the air for several circles and the white mask fell off.

As the head flew away, a smooth cut surface appeared on the neck. It had been hidden by the mask earlier, but now it was revealed.

There was no flesh or blood on the neck, only a black mass of ink filling the skin.

Yanxia walked over and saw that the spider spirit was indeed not alive and showed no resistance at all. She reached out and dipped a little ink on her fingertips and sniffed, and she smelled a strong odor of ink.

Ink is made from a mixture of pine soot and animal glue. If it is mixed with water and left for a long time, it will easily oxidize, especially in the summer, and will deteriorate more easily. Once oxidized and deteriorated, it will emit a pungent and unpleasant odor.

But where does this ink come from?

Moreover, he can use ink to control such a monster, which shows that he is quite skilled.

As Yanxia pondered, she lit a fire and burned away the ink. She then looked toward the cave where the spider spirit had come from, and, with a twitch of her nose, she could smell the lingering stench of ink.

She chanted a spell, gently lifted the bronze mace, and said, "It seems the secret is just ahead. Master, please go in and help me take a look."

Monk Daoming walked in first, took a look around, and immediately frowned.

He said: "It seems to be a pit inside. I didn't find any secrets."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another loud bang!

An unknown thunderbolt sounded in the dark cave.

Yan Xia smiled and said, "It seems that what the old master saw was not true."

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Inside the cave, a faint black mist rose from all directions, and the stench of ink was everywhere.

Right in the center of the cave, there is a pool of gray-black water in the sunken pit. If you look closely, you can see that the water is all ink.

In the center of the pool was sitting cross-legged a big monk with a solemn appearance. The big monk was wearing a red gold robe and holding a glass Zen staff in his hand. Under the sitting was a reclining black dragon. When he moved the Zen staff, the ink in the pool turned into a dragon whale, lifting the big monk and the black dragon up.

Then many naked fairies crawled out of the mouth of the dragon whale that was transformed from ink.

The fairy scattered flowers, but they were all black flowers. A flash of lightning appeared, and the rolling electric light exploded the black flowers into balls.

Following the lightning flash, a demon fairy draped in gauze arrived. Four pairs of spider legs sprouted from her back, each one flashing with cold light. As she swung through the air, dozens of slender, iron-like sword energies shot out, piercing the Flower-Scattering Goddess like a rain of swords.

With a "puff" sound, the goddess exploded all over and turned into a ball of ink and fell into the pool.

Jiuzhanzi exhaled a breath of foul air, looked at the spider woman and said, "Qiaoyun Great Fairy, there is a demon in you, let me take care of it!"

The spider spirit, Qiao Yun'er, raised her head and stared intently at the large monk with an inky Buddha light rising from his back. She said, "You can't deal with this monster alone. He is the manifestation of Puzhi's demonic heart. I sat here for twenty years before I suppressed him in the Ink Washing Pool."

"Twenty years have passed. With the help of that Azure Dragon that emerged from the water, it has polluted the Ink Washing Pond and greatly increased its strength. It's no longer something I can handle. Naturally, it's not something you, Old Ox Nose, can handle either."

Qiao Yun'er held a Qingquan sword in her hand, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes, and a hazy, psychedelic light emanated from her mouth. Green light flew from the spider's legs behind her, and with a flick of her wrist, the sword shot out like a flying dragon.

The sword flashed, and the coiled dragon soared into the air, piercing the ink-stained dragon whale with irresistible force, stirring up ink waves, and was about to pierce the big monk.

Qiao Yun'er stared intently, but said, "I have hidden Zong Yuan's three souls and seven spirits in the gourd. Old Taoist priest, please take good care of them! I will hold them captive for you, and you continue to shake the divine thunder and seek help from outside!"

"I will try again!"

Jiuzhezi no longer had the golden talisman in his hand, so he could only activate his five internal organs and unleash their divine thunder. When he grasped it with his left hand, a fierce wind howled, blowing away the black fog. When he grasped it with his right hand, clouds gathered, flashing with lightning.

But Qiao Yun'er, who was using the flying sword at this time, changed her expression. Her flying sword stabbed forward, but the black dragon slightly raised its eyes, and the sharp horns on its forehead blocked it and bounced it away.

The monk on Mo Long's back shook his staff and shook his head, saying, "Why bother doing useless work?"

"Qiao Yun'er, you were the most promising demon cultivator before I became a Buddha. Why don't you come with me to the Western Pure Land and share in the bliss?"

He raised his palm with his fingers pointing to the sky and heard the waves rolling.

One by one, celestial maidens crawled out of the ink pool, and the ink on their faces surged like maggots, gradually changing into various appearances.

First, there were all sorts of spirits: tigers, leopards, wolves, jackals, cattle, sheep, red deer, musk deer, pythons, toads, and crows. They could run on the ground, swim in the water, and fly in the sky. There were mountain ghosts, wild monsters, and wood spirits—everything was there, everything.

Then, a host of characters appeared: a woodcutter in the mountains, a spirit child gathering herbs, a farmer in the fields, a washerwoman by the river. Travelers, country folk, city dwellers. People from the mountains and the marketplace, from all walks of life, all with a variety of appearances, all laughingly ascending to paradise.

Including the two young monks Yuan Zhen and Yuan Wu, they also stood in the ink pool. Many celestial maidens supported their heads and smiled at the same time.

Qiao Yun'er felt nauseous upon seeing this and cursed, "You evil demon, you ate the entire Maliu Mountain, and you still have the nerve to talk about sharing paradise!"

The monk sighed and said, "Ever since I woke up, I've lost my Buddha nature, drowning in the suffering of the five turbidities. Now I know that seeking within is useless, and I can only seek without. When I have eaten enough people and rediscovered my Buddha nature, I will naturally stop killing people and can even lead them to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Isn't that wonderful?"

Qiao Yun'er sneered, "I'll take your head off and put it on my waist. When I achieve immortality, I'll take you, a piece of shit, with me, how about that?"

"How can this be compared? They are just mortals, trapped in the Five Turbidities of this world. Isn't it a blessing for them to be able to follow me, Puzhi, and ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

"You fake bastard, how dare you deceive the world and steal the name? Using the name of Zen Master Puzhi? It's really disgusting! Eat the sword!"

The flying sword shot out, but was gently blocked by Mo Long.

Puzhi just glanced at her, shook his head slightly, and said with emotion: "If we don't share the same ideals, we can't make plans together!"

Mo Long bowed his head, turned around and walked into the ink pool.

The monk walked into the ink pool and disappeared, but the ink in the pool began to boil.

Many celestial maidens with animal heads and human brains screamed and pounced on Qiao Yun'er.

The wine cup shook up several more gusts of wind and thunder, which scattered the celestial maidens. However, after their death, these celestial maidens turned into a ball of ink, and soon gathered together again, continuing to live endlessly.

Qiao Yun'er danced with her sword and waved her eight spider legs, engaging in close combat with the goddess from all directions.

Before the black dragon left, the blue dragon raised its horns, broke through countless celestial maidens, and pounced on Qiao Yun'er.

Qiao Yun'er's face changed.

The wine cup behind her immediately stimulated her five internal organs, and the vast energy of the five internal organs and the five elements gathered in her palm, transforming into a roaring wind and thunder. The wine cup's hair was disheveled, and countless lightning bolts flew, and golden lightning fell down with a roar.

Qiao Yun'er asked in shock, "Then Taoist priest, are you going to die?"