noffsinger Chapter 104 The road marker shattered, and so did my face.
Chapter 104 The road marker shattered, and so did my face.
As soon as the road marker hit the ground, the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain seemed to sink.
The stele is three zhang tall, with gold characters on a black background.
The top four characters were dazzlingly bright.
The right path to enlightenment.
Below, a golden thread coils like a snake, winding its way into the mountainside. Wherever the golden thread reaches, the rocks on that side turn gray, as if the mountain's energy is being forcibly extracted and poured into the monument.
The group of new pilgrims from the foot of the mountain all stood behind the monument.
Leading the group was a monk in a golden robe, his face gleaming white, holding a scroll of scripture in his hand. Beside him stood a monkey with a pointed snout, shrunken cheeks, and strangely shaped ears, smiling as it looked up at the mountain. Behind them were a monk carrying a begging bowl, a fat ascetic riding a blue lion, and a dozen or so Buddhist soldiers.
The monk looked up, first at Tang Sanzang, then at Chen Fan, and curled his lip.
"Wild monk, fake pilgrim, broken dragon horse, and a whole nest of demons."
"You bunch of bastards, do you think you're worthy to block the way?"
Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King was the first to explode.
"Damn it, you're still pretty stubborn!"
He picked up his Xuanhua axe and charged.
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop them, then focused his attention on the monument.
"Take it apart first."
"If the monument doesn't fall, the mountain transport will still be lost."
Red Boy couldn't wait any longer, so he pushed off with his feet and shot out.
"I'll go first!"
While he was in mid-air, he opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of Samadhi Fire.
The pillar of fire hit the road monument.
The Buddhist soldiers below the mountain all laughed when they saw this.
"Using demonic fire to burn the Buddha stele?"
"court death."
"This monument can withstand even the Thunder God's wrath, how dare this little kid try it?"
The monk in the golden robe shook his head, his face full of disdain.
"They really are a bunch of country bumpkins."
"Besides brute force, what else can you do—"
Before he could finish speaking, the six-eared macaque next to him suddenly narrowed its eyes.
The next moment, he also opened his mouth and spat.
The same ball of fire, with the same color, heat wave, and intensity, is exactly the same as Red Boy's.
The two balls of Samadhi Fire collided in mid-air.
boom!
The fire burst open, burning a hole in the clouds in the sky.
Red Boy did a somersault in mid-air and landed back on the ground, his eyes wide open.
"You can do that too?"
Liu Er shook his hand and grinned slyly.
"I know a little."
"Your fire technique isn't hard to learn."
Red Boy's little face immediately darkened.
This is not a way to block fire.
This is face-saving learning.
He learned it on the spot in front of so many people.
The demon soldiers from Flower Fruit Mountain all looked grim. Even the White Dragon Horse cursed, "Damn, what a bastard!"
The group down the mountain got even more excited.
"That's the difference between fake and real."
"What's so special about sorcery? The Six-Eared Sage can learn it with just one glance."
"Huaguo Mountain has completely lost face today."
Liu Er raised his chin and deliberately shouted something towards the mountain.
Where is Sun Wukong?
"Did you hide?"
"Still afraid to see me, the real me—"
"Damn it."
Tang Sanzang suddenly spoke, interrupting him directly.
He stepped down the stone steps, his robe billowing in the wind, and the scroll of scriptures in his hand unfurled with a snap.
Before anyone else could react, he had already raised his finger and stroked the scroll.
The golden characters on the scroll floated up and flew directly toward the roadside monument.
The four large characters at the top suddenly shook.
The right path to enlightenment.
The character “正” cracked first.
Another flash.
It was forcibly transformed into three crooked and distorted characters.
Wild road.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Even Chen Fan was taken aback.
The next moment, everyone on Flower Fruit Mountain burst into laughter.
Pigsy patted his belly and laughed, "Master, you're really ruthless!"
The white horse pawed the ground so hard it almost lost its balance from laughing.
"Change the words? You can change them like that?"
The Bull Demon King laughed so hard his beard was shaking.
"Great, really great, this hurts even more than if you cut it."
The monk in the golden robe at the foot of the mountain blushed instantly.
"You dare to alter Buddhist texts?"
Tang Sanzang rolled up the scripture scroll, his expression calm.
"You wrote it wrong, let me correct it for you."
"You bunch of bastards don't deserve to walk the right path."
"A self-taught approach, quite suitable."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gold thread on the road sign suddenly became disordered.
The golden threads that were originally heading into the mountains now seem to have lost their heads and are darting around in all directions.
The monument made a clicking sound.
The words on it sometimes light up and sometimes darken.
The right path to enlightenment.
Wild road.
The two words flashed back and forth, faster and faster.
The monk in the golden robe finally changed his expression and hurriedly raised his hands to form a hand seal.
"Steady! Fast!"
The group of Buddhist soldiers behind them rushed forward and poured their magical power into the stele.
Useless.
The rules on the monument are in disarray.
It's like it can't tell who's on their journey to the West and who's blocking its way.
The next instant, the golden thread on the ground suddenly spun.
No more venturing into Flower and Fruit Mountain.
Instead, it immediately got entangled with the new pilgrimage group.
"What is it?"
"I can't move my legs!"
"It's locking us in!"
Liu Er looked down and saw that there were already seven or eight golden threads wrapped around his feet.
The golden thread seemed alive, climbing up his calf and pinning him to the spot.
The monk in the golden robe fared even worse; half his body was enveloped in golden light, and his scriptures almost fell off.
He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead.
"This is not right!"
"The road sign has mistaken you for someone else!"
Tang Sanzang stood on it and chuckled.
"I didn't make a mistake."
"You guys are just amateurs."
Now everyone, both on and off the mountain, understood.
The road marker was originally intended to pave the way for the orthodox pilgrimage group.
The moment the word was changed, the entire set of rules backfired.
It was originally intended to suppress the Flower and Fruit Mountain.
First, tie up your own people.
Those Buddhist soldiers who had been so smug just moments before now turned green with rage.
Several people tried their best to kick, their shoes almost flying off, but they still couldn't move an inch.
The people at Huaguo Mountain were absolutely delighted.
"The right way?"
"Keep going, keep going."
"Why aren't you being arrogant anymore?"
The Bull Demon King, carrying his axe, grinned and walked forward.
"It's my turn."
The ground trembled with every step he took.
The group of people down the mountain turned pale.
The monk in the golden robe shouted urgently, "Stop him!"
Liu Er's arms jerked, managing to break half of the golden thread on his legs. Just as he was about to pounce, Chen Fan's eyes darkened, and he slammed his stick into the ground.
"Old Ox, chop down the tombstone."
"White Dragon, Clear and Miscellaneous."
"Don't waste time arguing with them."
"Go all out."
"I've been waiting for you to say that!"
With a roar, the Bull Demon King swung his Xuanhua Axe with both hands and crashed down like a black mountain.
Before the axe blade even struck, the wind had already blown the two Buddhist soldiers in front of the monument away.
Boom!
The axe struck the road sign squarely in the center.
The golden light on the monument first shrank.
The next instant, it exploded.
Click!
Cracks ran all the way up the middle of the monument.
The phrase "the right path to enlightenment" has already been shattered twice.
Immediately afterwards, the phrase "unorthodox" also collapsed.
The Bull Demon King didn't stop; he swung his axe again.
"Smash it for me!"
boom!
He chopped the three-zhang-tall road marker in half.
Pebbles flew everywhere, and the gold thread broke completely.
The mountain energy that had been drawn away surged back, and the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain seemed to breathe again. The leaves trembled in unison, and the cracks in the stone steps no longer emitted golden light.
The demon soldiers on the mountain were stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening roar.
"It's broken!"
"King Bull is mighty!"
"The right path is gone, and so is your face!"
As soon as the monument shattered, the mechanical dragon next to it also started moving.
The creature, originally coiled beneath the base of the monument, was entirely bronze, with dragon eyes inlaid with Buddhist beads. The moment the monument cracked, it immediately opened its mouth and spat out a string of iron nails at the Bull Demon King.
The white dragon horse had its eye on it for a long time.
"It's my turn."
He leaped down, his dragon body half-revealed, his four hooves treading the wind, and stepped directly onto the mechanical dragon's head.
click!
With the first kick, the dragon's horn broke.
The second kick caused his neck to collapse.
The third kick was the most brutal. The white dragon horse pressed down, stomping the mechanical dragon into the ground. With a flick of its tail, it turned half of the dragon's body into scrap metal.
The mechanical dragon still wanted to raise its head.
The white dragon horse lifted its hoof to make up for it.
boom.
The dragon head shattered into pieces of copper scattered on the ground.
He stood on the pile of scrap metal, looking up at the mountain below, and exhaled a puff of white breath from his nostrils.
"this one?"
This time, the blow was even harder.
The new pilgrimage group was originally just for show.
Now the monument is broken, the mechanical dragon is ruined, and people are still bound to their own rules.
The monk in the golden robe twitched his face.
The fat monk next to him was trembling.
"How...how could this happen?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be a sure thing against Flower Fruit Mountain?"
"Six-Eared Great Sage, quick, think of a way!"
The smile on Liu Er's face vanished.
He suddenly closed his eyes, as if sensing something.
He was most skilled at locking in the enemy's aura. Logically speaking, as long as Sun Wukong was still in the mountains, he could find his location, bypass these people, and deal with the real trouble first.
But as soon as he released his divine sense, the sky suddenly darkened.
It's not a cloud.
Layers of dark shadows pressed down, like pages turning in an ink curtain.
The words in blood could still be faintly seen flickering above.
Owe, delete, clear.
The words flashed and disappeared in an instant, yet they somehow managed to cover the entire sky.
The six-eared macaque's expression changed drastically.
"What the hell is this thing?"
He locked it again.
Still can't lock it.
Not only could they not lock up Sun Wukong, but the energy flow at the Water Curtain Cave also seemed to have been smeared.
For the first time, Liu Er showed signs of agitation; his ears twitched incessantly, and his hands clenched.
"Someone is covering up the tent."
"Someone is deliberately blocking my way."
Chen Fan looked up and glanced at the sky, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Things from the bad debt side are really starting to seep into the front lines.
It came at just the right time.
It hit Liu Er right in the face.
Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King was immediately delighted.
"Can't you hear the voices of the Three Realms?"
"Come on, keep listening."
"Listen to who your father will chop with his axe next."
Laughter filled the mountain.
Liu Er's lips twitched, and he was about to retort when suddenly a burst of Buddhist light appeared below the mountain.
The Arhat who hadn't said much finally took a step forward.
He was wearing monk's robes, holding a Buddhist bracelet in his hand, and his smile had vanished.
The scattered stone tablets on the ground, when illuminated by the Buddha's light, slowly rose to the surface.
As soon as that imposing aura pressed down, the demon soldiers who had been shouting and cursing all shut up.
These are not the same kind of people.
Those people in front are just putting on an act.
This one is here to keep things in check.
The Arhat who Subdues Dragons glanced at the broken stele, then at Tang Sanzang and the White Dragon Horse.
Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Fan.
"You're not into the story."
"Then there's no need to keep it any longer."
He spoke very casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Upon hearing this, the monk in the golden robe quickly lowered his head and retreated to the back.
Liu Er stopped talking and took a half step back.
Clearly, they knew that Jianglong was about to get serious.
Tang Sanzang narrowed his eyes.
"What do you want to do?"
The Arhat who subdues dragons raises his hand, and the Buddhist chain unfolds in circles.
"To convert on the spot."
"The whole mountain."
As soon as those two words were uttered, the Buddha's light in mid-air suddenly closed in.
It looked like a giant Buddha turning its palm up in the clouds.
The next instant, a giant golden hand descended from the sky.
Before the hand even landed, the wind on the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain stopped.
The Bull Demon King looked up, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
The white horse pawed at the ground with its hind hooves, its scales taut.
The scriptures in Tang Sanzang's hands flipped open by themselves with a rustling sound.
Chen Fan raised his stick, staring intently at the ever-growing Buddha's hand.
And deep inside the Water Curtain Cave.
A golden light, unseen by anyone, suddenly opened its eyes.
Chapter 137 Redeeming Your Father
The Buddha's palm pressed down.
The sky darkened first.
The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain seemed to be covered by a golden pot, the rocks felt heavy and oppressive, monkeys roamed wildly in the forest, and even the waterfall was made thinner by the oppressive atmosphere.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon stood on a cloud, pressing down with one hand, his face still bearing that same smile.
"You don't appreciate my kindness."
"Then don't blame this humble monk for transforming this mountain into a Buddhist holy land."
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden palm grew even larger.
The lines on my palm are full of Buddhist script.
Golden threads descended, first landing on the mountaintop, then penetrating deeper into the mountain range.
White smoke immediately billowed from the holes torn open by the road markers in the field.
The mountain was enveloped in Buddha's light and began to emit gold.
The Bull Demon King looked up and exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nostrils.
"I'll refine your ancestors."
He stomped his feet twice, and the ground exploded.
He was launched into the air.
No weapons were used.
Just use your shoulders to brace yourself.
boom!
The Bull Demon King crashed into the edge of the Buddha's palm, and suddenly sank in mid-air.
His tall frame was like a nail, firmly anchored in my palm.
The joints were cracking and popping.
Blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Many of the demon soldiers below felt their scalps tingle.
That was the Buddha's palm strike that brought down by the Arhat who subdued the dragon.
The Bull Demon King actually dared to challenge him.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon raised his eyelids, his smile growing even colder.
"Wild bull."
"You dare claim Buddhist supernatural powers?"
A golden light pressed down from the palm.
The Bull Demon King's body sank half a foot down, the veins on his arms bulging like old vines, his teeth clenched so hard they cracked, and black patterns were etched into the air beneath his feet.
"Old Niu is not worthy."
"You're even less qualified to step on my son's house!"
This shout caused many monsters on Flower Fruit Mountain to turn red with rage.
The white dragon horse did not raise its head.
He kept staring at the crack on the mountainside.
A section of the golden mountain energy inside had been extracted, but a deeper black-blue light was rising from below.
Like an eye, it opened in the ground.
The white dragon horse's scales exploded, and it suddenly turned its head.
"The sea eye has been connected!"
Chen Fan brandished his stick without saying a word.
"put!"
The white dragon horse let out a long neigh and stomped its four hooves on the ground.
The crack in the mountainside exploded open.
The next instant, pitch-black seawater surged out from the ground.
It's not ordinary seawater.
As soon as the water emerged, the nearby rocks cracked, and even the Buddha's light was frozen. The water was filled with the malevolent energy of the sea eye, and it shot into the sky like a black dragon.
The white dragon horse's mane flew wildly as it raised its head and roared.
"Smash it to pieces!"
The water from the sea eye, as black as a dragon, crashed directly into the Buddha's palm.
With a loud bang.
The golden palm trembled violently.
The Buddhist inscriptions on his palm gradually went out.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's expression finally changed.
He originally intended to suppress the mountain with a single palm strike, and then use the mountain's energy to transform the entire Flower Fruit Mountain into a Buddhist monastery. However, the surge of water from the sea eye was like ice shards being poured into boiling oil, instantly disrupting his palm strike.
As soon as the pressure eased, the Bull Demon King immediately pushed up another inch and laughed heartily.
"Bald monk, your palm is leaking!"
A roar suddenly erupted from Huaguo Mountain.
"It leaked!"
"The Arhat's palm has a hole!"
"Even Buddhism has its day!"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's noodles twitched, and with a flick of his Buddhist chain, he shattered half of the black water with a bang, shouting fiercely, "Evil dragon, how dare you defile the Dharma by drawing water from the sea's eye!"
The white dragon horse spat towards the sky.
"Buddhism?"
"You should wash your stinking mouth first!"
After saying that, he swept his tail, stirring up another huge tidal wave that crashed upwards.
The golden palm in the sky shook intermittently.
The heavenly soldiers on Li Tianwang's side were also starting to lose their footing.
Someone whispered, "Was the Dragon-Subduing Venerable's Mountain-Suppressing Palm really blocked?"
The other heavenly general next to him almost popped his eyes out.
"Has that white dragon gone mad? It dares to seduce the sea eye?"
"Even the Bull Demon King has gone mad."
"These guys from Flower Fruit Mountain are all reckless."
Chen Fan stood at the center of the formation, his hand on the iron rod, but his eyes turned to Tang Sanzang.
"Old Tang."
"It's your turn."
Tang Sanzang held the scriptures in his hands.
The scroll was open.
However, the text on it was not Buddhist scripture.
It was something Chen Fan had taught him, word by word, over this period of time.
They do not worship, kneel, listen, or believe.
Don't hand a knife to someone who wants to kill you.
Don't lower your head to those who speak of compassion.
Tang Sanzang looked up at the sky.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon also saw him and sneered.
"Jin Chanzi"
Aren't you going to turn around?
"Even if you recite scriptures now, there is still a path to repentance."
Tang Sanzang ignored him.
He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the mountain-protecting formation. His voice was not loud, but it drowned out the thunder in the sky.
"All living beings are born with mouths, and they are not only able to recite the words you teach."
"All living beings have legs; they don't just walk on the paths you've drawn."
"Whoever uses suffering as a form of offering is a thief."
"Anyone who forces someone to kneel down and then claims to be compassionate is a beast."
One sentence at a time.
Unhappy.
It's not roundabout.
Everyone on and around Huaguo Mountain heard it clearly.
The next moment, the Buddhist chanting that had been pressing down from the sky suddenly stopped.
Like two sounds colliding.
The smile on the face of the Arhat who subdues dragons vanished completely.
"How dare you defile the scriptures!"
Tang Sanzang looked up at him.
"You are the ones who defame the scriptures."
"You talk about saving people, but you use all living beings as props."
"I want to refine the mountain today."
"I want to train my mind tomorrow."
"I've bowed to you once, that's enough."
Upon hearing these words, the demon soldiers on Flower Fruit Mountain, who had been dizzy from the Buddhist chanting, suddenly became much more alert.
The little demons were stunned for a moment, then they started shouting at the top of their lungs.
"right!"
"Using me as a prop? What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"
"You bald monk, go chant sutras at your own house!"
The protective array was struck by this sound wave, and its runes actually lit up a bit.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's chest heaved, and he raised his hand to subdue Tang Sanzang first.
Just then, a scream suddenly erupted from the other side.
"ah--"
Everyone instinctively turned their heads.
On the other side of the sky, just as several clones of the Six-Eared Macaque were about to sneak into the formation amidst the chaos, Red Boy was already crouching in position.
As soon as the kid opened his mouth, Samadhi True Fire burst forth, like a pair of fire scissors, directly burning through the frontmost clone in half.
A scroll of firelight.
Before the clone could even finish its cry, it exploded into a puff of smoke.
The six-eared macaque groaned from behind the clouds in the distance, blood seeping from its ears.
Red Boy's eyes lit up, and he almost went crazy with joy.
"Ha, so you feel pain too!"
He didn't give Liu Er a chance to breathe at all, and with a push of his legs, he charged forward on his Wind and Fire Wheels.
With a combination of thrusting and parrying, he pinned two of the stealthy clones to the fire with his fire-tipped spear.
"Weren't you a good listener before?"
"Come on, listen to how loud your grandpa's fire is!"
Boom! Boom!
The two clones shattered again.
The Six-Eared Macaque's face turned pale, and he could no longer hide. He retreated directly from behind the clouds, staring at Red Boy with a sinister look in his eyes.
He is best at splitting into two to scout ahead, and he is the most disgusting person.
No one had ever beaten him so badly along the way.
Not to mention a mere brat; burning his clone in front of both armies is as easy as burning paper money.
Red Boy stood with his hands on his hips, pointing his Fire-Tipped Spear forward.
"Stop acting like a big shot."
"Don't you have six ears?"
"Why aren't any of them working today?"
Laughter erupted on Flower Fruit Mountain.
"Well done!"
"Little King is awesome!"
"Even the Six-Eared One has met his end!"
Even the Bull Demon King, with the Buddha's palm on his head, roared, "My son, give him a good beating!"
The six-eared macaque's face turned green.
Just as he was about to pounce, Chen Fan stepped forward and held the iron rod horizontally.
"You dare touch him and see what happens."
The six-eared macaque abruptly stopped in its tracks.
He even dared to use his clone to probe before.
Things are different now.
Chen Fan stood there, the black patterns on his staff flashing like a venomous snake awakening. Coupled with the increasingly obvious aura of Sun Wukong emanating from the Water Curtain Cave, he felt a chill run down his spine for the first time.
This hesitation cost Red Boy another advantage.
He chased after him and unleashed a sea of fire with a wave of his hand, forcing Liu Er to retreat dozens of feet.
The Arhat who Subdued the Dragon's forehead twitched at the sight.
Even the heavenly soldiers and generals were dumbfounded.
The scene was completely chaotic.
It should have been a one-sided suppression.
As a result, the Bull Demon King struck with his palm, the White Dragon Horse splashed water, Tang Sanzang countered with Buddhist chants, and Red Boy burned his six ears.
The people of Huaguo Mountain are like a pack of mad dogs, biting anyone they can get their hands on.
And it actually drew blood.
The Arhat who subdues dragons finally stopped holding back.
He clasped his hands together, a Buddhist prayer chain coiled around his arm, and his voice carried a chill.
"Jin Chanzi betrayed Buddhism."
"The White Dragon defies fate."
"The bull demon obstructs the Dharma."
"This mountain is infested with demons."
Tang Sanzang looked at him and suddenly smiled.
The laugh wasn't big.
But it's even more hurtful than insults.
"You guys are the best at this."
"First label someone as a demon, then take action."
"In the end, you are not here to save people."
"You're here to collect the corpse."
These words were like a slap in the face to the Arhat who subdues dragons.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon's eye twitched, and the Buddhist chain in his hand instantly taut.
"You're asking for it!"
The chain had just been lifted.
A cold, hard military order suddenly came from higher in the sky.
"All troops, listen to my command."
The sound wasn't loud.
But it overwhelmed the Buddha's light and the ocean waves.
All the heavenly soldiers and generals were startled and immediately clasped their fists in greeting.
"exist!"
The clouds parted.
Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, took a step forward, leaving behind a series of tower shadows.
He glanced down at Flower Fruit Mountain, his expression completely calm, as if he were looking at a rock that would be smashed sooner or later.
"The Dragon-Subduing Venerable has been attacking for a long time without success."
"The protective formation of Huaguo Mountain has not been broken."
"Activate the Mountain-Slaying Pagoda immediately."
As soon as those four words were uttered, even the Arhat Subduing Dragon turned his head to glance at him.
The crowd below paled in shock.
The Bull Demon King's cursing even faltered for a moment.
"The Mountain-Slaying Pagoda?"
The white dragon horse suddenly raised its head, its eyelids twitching.
"Has Li Jing gone mad?"
On the Heavenly Court side, squads of heavenly soldiers simultaneously dispersed, forming strange formations.
The pagoda high in the sky, which had previously been just a phantom, suddenly lit up layer by layer.
The first layer is bright.
The second layer is bright.
The third floor is also lit up.
With each layer of the tower that lights up, the sky above Flower Fruit Mountain seems to sink a little lower.
All the monkeys in the mountains lay down.
Many of the demon soldiers' knees buckled, and they almost collapsed.
Chen Fan looked up and his pupils contracted.
That was no ordinary reflection of the exquisite pagoda.
That was a weapon specifically designed to suppress mountains and sever veins.
Before the base of the tower was fully upright, the array patterns of the Huaguo Mountain protective array began to creak and groan, like an ice surface pressed down by a giant rock.
Li Tianwang remained expressionless and raised his hand to press down.
"fall."
boom--
The giant tower turned its base around, bringing the entire sky down upon Flower Fruit Mountain.
The Bull Demon King is still slapping the Buddha's palm.
The white dragon horse's eyes were not closed.
The chanting of Tang Sanzang's sutras never stopped.
The sea of fire for Red Boy has not yet dissipated.
The tower had already crashed onto the top of the mountain-protecting formation.
The beam of light suddenly bent downwards.
Deep within the Water Curtain Cave, the golden light that had long since opened finally moved forward an inch.
Chapter 138 Mountain-Slaying Tower
boom!
The base of the tower has finally been compacted.
The array of light above Huaguo Mountain first bulged up suddenly, like a pot about to explode, and then collapsed in the next instant.
Click.
The first crack extended from the mountain gate all the way to the outside of the Water Curtain Cave.
Another click.
The second crack tore open half of the mountainside.
The demons on the mountain, who had been stubbornly resisting the magical artifacts and demonic energy, suddenly found themselves unsteady on their feet. Several with lower cultivation levels coughed up blood on the spot, dropped their weapons, and scrambled backward.
"The formation has broken!"
"The mountain-protecting formation has cracked!"
"We can't stop them!"
Li Tianwang stood on the cloud, his armor motionless, his face expressionless.
He looked at the cracked array below, as if he were looking at a stone that had finally been smashed open.
"Keep the pressure on."
The heavenly soldiers shouted in unison.
The thirty-six golden rings on the Zhushan Pagoda spun simultaneously, causing the pagoda to fall even more violently.
The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain sank down.
The rocks burst open, ancient trees were broken in patches, the waterfall was tilted, and the old stone platform in front of the Water Curtain Cave was shattered into pieces.
The Bull Demon King still had the remnants of the Buddha's palm on his body, his shoulder veins were bulging, and blood was spurting from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up and cursed.
"Fuck your grandma! This isn't a demon-suppressing tower, it's a mountain-destroying tower!"
The Arhat Subduing Dragon stood on the other side, holding the Buddha chain, with a faint smile.
"Mount Demon should have been demolished in the first place."
"I'm offering you salvation today, so I'm giving you some face."
"Save your mother's face!" Red Boy stomped on the rocks beneath his feet, his Fire-Tipped Spear flicking, sending waves of fire billowing into the air. "Come down here if you dare, I'll burn your head until it's bald and blooms!"
Jianglong didn't even look at him, but simply pressed the Buddha chain down.
The flames were immediately slammed down by the Buddha's light.
Red Boy felt a tightness in his chest, took three steps back, and gritted his teeth.
The white dragon horse directly blocked his way, its dragon scales covered with fine cracks caused by Tawei's pressure.
"Don't rush."
Red Boy's eyes turned red.
"If we don't flush now, the mountain will be gone!"
"Charging in is suicide," the white dragon horse whispered. "Something's wrong with that tower. We should move the base first."
Chen Fan stood at the edge of the shattered array eye, staring up at the giant tower.
He didn't say anything.
He was looking at the base of the tower.
This thing is different from the Buddhist magic weapons.
Buddhist practices emphasize suppressing the soul and guiding it to enlightenment; pagodas are often decorated with Sanskrit patterns and believed to carry the power of vows. But the base of this pagoda is carved with mountain and river patterns and grooves representing broken veins—a ruthless work specifically tailored to the terrain.
This is the Ministry of Works' system.
They specialize in demolishing mountains, severing veins, and confiscating property to exterminate entire families.
Tang Sanzang also saw it.
He was chanting scriptures while trying to keep the scroll steady, but when the base of the pagoda turned, his expression changed instantly.
"etc."
He took two steps forward, squinting and staring intently at the old engravings around the edge of the tower's base.
"That's not a Buddhist mark."
Chen Fan turned his head: "What did you figure out?"
Tang Sanzang raised his hand, his fingertips still trembling.
"The bottom right area, the gap in the third ring."
"That's the mark of the old Ministry of Works."
"I saw it in the Chang'an Sutra Repository. The previous dynasty used this set of seals to repair dikes, open up mountains, and relocate veins."
The white dragon horse also suddenly raised its head.
"The former Ministry of Works?"
"That's right." Tang Sanzang's voice was deep. "This thing is not a Buddhist treasure at all. Buddhism is just using the name. The one who truly forged the pagoda is the Heavenly Court."
As soon as those words were spoken, the expressions of the people on the mountain all changed.
The Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment, then his cursing grew even louder.
"I knew those bald monks weren't going to have such a strong murderous aura."
"Damn it, they didn't just come from Flower Fruit Mountain."
"They are using Buddhism as a pretext to purify everyone the Heavenly Court doesn't trust."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
The Bull Demon King hit the nail on the head.
Huaguo Mountain, Jilei Mountain, the old veins of the West Sea, Tang Sanzang's change of course, Sun Wukong's erratic behavior—this series of events has long bound many people together.
The Heavenly Court isn't here to teach a lesson this time.
They're here to do the accounting.
Bury away everyone who might have their case overturned.
On the cloud above, Li Tianwang seemed to have heard their words and suddenly spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it overwhelmed the entire battlefield.
"From this day forward, there will be no more Demon Mountain."
"Only battle merits."
As soon as these words came out, the heavenly soldiers were in an uproar.
"The divine power of Li Tianwang!"
"Kill the demon Pingshan!"
"After this battle, the Heavenly Court will have no further troubles!"
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain were green with envy.
This is not an encirclement or suppression.
This is taking credit for their lives.
Zong Wu was covered in blood, having fought his way back from the outer formation. He spat out a mouthful of foamy blood as soon as he landed.
"Dongpo could not hold on."
"Half of the west cliff has collapsed."
"More than 300 monkeys died, and the old wolf also lost dozens of his brothers."
After he finished speaking, his knees buckled and he almost knelt down.
Chen Fan caught him.
Zong Wu wiped his face, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
"Master Fan, give the order."
"If you keep pressing like this, it'll really be gone."
Chen Fan didn't answer immediately.
He watched the rhythm of the tower's rotation at its base, then glanced at the cracks that had opened up in the ground.
The tower wasn't destroyed randomly.
It is searching for the main vein of the mountain range.
Once you find it, hold it down, and then break the entire mountain down, Flower Fruit Mountain will be truly ruined.
Red Boy had reached his limit and was about to charge into the sky with his spear.
"I'm going to blow up the tower!"
"Come back." The white dragon horse flicked its tail, pulling him back directly. "The tower is protected by heavenly soldiers, and Li Tianwang is in charge. Going up there would be like throwing yourself away."
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
The white dragon horse stared intently at the golden thread shining through the crack in the ground.
"Blow up the tower base."
"When it descends the mountain, the force moves downwards. The true eye lies in the ring where the base of the tower touches the ground."
Red Boy was startled, but immediately realized what was happening.
"You mean, blow it up in the mountains?"
"right."
The Bull Demon King, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, roared, "I'll clear the way!"
"Don't rush." Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed him down. "Li Tianwang is just waiting for you to make your move. What he wants to see most right now is you free from the Buddha's palm restraint."
The muscles in the Bull Demon King's neck were taut.
"So, we'll just watch it press down?"
"What the hell are you looking at?" Chen Fan turned to Tang Sanzang. "Can you pinpoint the location of that Ministry of Works mark?"
Tang Sanzang nodded.
"Yes. That mark isn't decorative; it's for calibrating the pulse lines."
"Give me half an hour, and I can find its stress points."
That's enough.
Chen Fan turned around and gave the order.
"White Dragon Horse, take Red Boy through the mountains."
"Don't blast it head-on, find the three-inch golden ring at the base of the tower. That ring is the one that locks the veins, blast it open."
"Zongwu, you lead your men to guard the entrance to the Water Curtain Cave. Whoever retreats will die."
"Bull Demon King, keep blocking that Buddha's palm strike from above, and don't let Jianglong Teng make a move."
The Bull Demon King grinned, his teeth covered in blood.
"I'm an expert at this."
"Tang Sanzang, come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhushan Pagoda pressed down another inch.
That one inch directly crushed the remaining array of light.
boom!
The protective array around the mountain was completely shattered.
Countless array patterns, like broken fishing lines, snapped and scattered in mid-air. With the last barrier on the mountain gone, Tawei crashed headlong into the depths of the mountain.
Huaguo Mountain was truly lost for the first time.
Many heavenly soldiers' eyes lit up when they saw this, and they pounced down like wolves smelling meat.
"The formation has been broken!"
"Charge in!"
"Stealing the credit!"
The demons immediately rushed forward.
Hand in hand.
The mountain path was instantly filled with corpses and fragments of magical artifacts.
A monkey demon, pinned to the rock face by a spear, was still cursing when he suddenly grabbed the spear shaft and shoved it forward, dragging the heavenly soldier off the cliff as well.
The old wolf, with a severed arm, bit his knife and led a dozen demon soldiers to block the narrow pass, refusing to retreat an inch.
Come on!
"You want war merits? Trade your life for them!"
The military supervisors in the sky were so embarrassed by what they saw.
This is not about exterminating demons.
This is ground meat.
Arhat Subduing Dragon frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the delay.
With a wave of his hand, the Buddhist chain suddenly swelled, ready to wrap around the Bull Demon King.
Just then, the Bull Demon King suddenly turned around and bared his teeth at him.
"You bald monk, you really think all I can do is keep pushing?"
He jerked his arms, forcefully pushing his broken hand half a foot to the side, then lowered his horns and crashed straight into the Buddha chain.
With a loud bang.
The Buddhist chain was knocked askew.
The smile on Jianglong's face finally faded.
"court death."
"Come and kill me then!" the Bull Demon King laughed wildly. "I dared to defy Heaven back then, and I dare to do it again now."
Meanwhile, the white dragon horse had already led Red Boy into the cracked mountain range.
The ground was filled with rubble and heat from the earthquake. The force of the tower pressing down was transmitted layer by layer through the rock strata, making a buzzing sound in my ears, like someone was beating a drum inside the mountain.
Red Boy ran while cursing.
"This dog is pressing on my ears and it hurts."
The white dragon horse ignored him and continued searching in the direction Tang Sanzang had pointed out.
Soon, a ring of pale golden patterns appeared on the stone wall in front of them.
The patterns resemble nails, deeply embedded in the mountains.
Red Boy's eyes lit up.
"Found it!"
He raised his hand as if to breathe fire.
The white dragon horse stopped him.
"Don't rush."
"This place is not just Tali."
Just as Red Boy was about to ask a question, the stone wall in front of him suddenly moved.
The stone didn't move on its own.
There's something inside the stone.
thump.
A muffled thud came from behind the stone wall.
Red Boy's scalp tingled, and he immediately held his Fire-Tipped Spear horizontally in front of his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It sounds like someone is smashing things inside.
The white dragon horse's expression changed.
"There's something inside the tower."
Meanwhile, in front of the Water Curtain Cave.
Chen Fan and Tang Seng had already used the geomantic map to find the heaviest spot on the ground at the bottom of the tower.
Tang Sanzang squatted down, smeared the soil off the stone surface with his fingers, revealing an old, blackened groove underneath.
He stared at it for a moment, his voice becoming somewhat strained.
"Truly the craftsmanship of the former Ministry of Works."
"This tower has been used before."
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
"Have you used it?"
"Yes, and more than once." Tang Sanzang gritted his teeth. "This isn't newly refined. It's like it was dragged out of an old vault and then re-sacrificed."
Just as Chen Fan was about to ask another question, the groove beneath his feet suddenly trembled.
Then, the echo reverberated throughout the entire mountain range.
It wasn't a tower earthquake.
Someone was shouting from inside the tower.
The sound was muffled, as if it were coming from a dozen layers of iron walls. It was blurry at first, then suddenly became clear for a moment.
The Bull Demon King, who was still suspended in mid-air, suddenly froze upon hearing the voice.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"That voice..."
The next moment.
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly echoed from inside the Zhushan Pagoda.
"father!"
"Don't cut me, it's me—"
Chapter 139 The Remnant Soul of the Iron Fan
"father!"
The sound that squeezed out of the tower, accompanied by the scraping of iron walls, sent chills down one's spine.
The iron cudgel in the Bull Demon King's hand stopped in mid-air.
He felt as if he had been struck by a muffled thunderbolt.
"Hong'er?"
Red Boy was also startled for a moment, then suddenly looked up.
"wrong!"
"It wasn't me!"
The Zhushan Pagoda is still pressing down.
The black light at the base of the tower swirled in circles, causing the protective array of the mountain to creak and groan. Rocks continued to crumble, and two of the stone pillars outside the Water Curtain Cave snapped with a crack.
Li Jing stood atop the tower's shadow, expressionless.
"The Bull Demon King".
"Didn't you want to destroy the tower?"
"Chop!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red pattern lit up on the tower.
The patterns flowed downstream along the tower wall, eventually converging at a corner at the base of the tower.
A woman's silhouette slowly emerged from there.
Her figure was very faint, like a wisp of smoke. She was also clutching a fragment of a fan in her hand.
When the Bull Demon King saw that shadow, his breathing became erratic.
"An iron fan?"
The phantom didn't turn around, but only called out softly.
"Old Niu..."
Just two words.
The clouds beneath the Bull Demon King's feet immediately dispersed.
The fierce look on his face vanished instantly, and his hand holding the stick froze, unsure whether to strike or not.
Huaguo Mountain was eerily quiet.
Even the monkeys have stopped making noise.
The white dragon horse cursed.
"That's really vicious."
The Arhat who subdues dragons stands to the side, smiling as he twirls a Buddhist prayer chain.
"Li Tianwang's method is actually less strenuous than brute force."
Li Jing's voice was cold.
"This tower was formerly known as the Soul Locking Tower."
"Later, mountain-carrying nails were added, and it was changed to the Mountain-Slaying Pagoda."
"If the tower spirits aren't enough, we'll use remnant souls to make up for it."
"That wisp of Princess Iron Fan's soul is just what we need."
After saying this, the Bull Demon King's eyes turned red.
He looked up at Li Jing, his teeth grinding together.
"You used her to refine the tower?"
Li Jing said calmly, "She died long ago."
"I have already shown mercy by leaving her with a wisp of remnant life."
"If you attack the tower now..."
"What I personally cut off was the last bit of her possession."
boom.
These words are harsher than a Buddha's palm strike.
The Bull Demon King's chest heaved, and he felt as if a mouthful of fire was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't spit it out.
He was just at the forefront.
But now it has come to an abrupt halt.
Without his blow, the protective array at the base of the tower immediately sank a bit. The array patterns cracked even faster, and a series of muffled cracking sounds came from within the mountain.
The monkey troop stirred.
"Why has King Bull stopped fighting?"
"Is that really your wife?"
"How can we even begin to fight like this?"
Morale collapsed in an instant.
This is exactly what Li Jing wanted.
He didn't even look at anyone else, only staring at the Bull Demon King, and continued to stab downwards with his knife.
"Your former title was the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven."
"Now we don't even dare to touch a single tower."
"It's because they're afraid of dying."
"Are you afraid she won't even be able to leave behind her last words?"
Jianglong chimed in with a comment.
"Buddhism is compassionate."
"If you are willing to surrender, this humble monk can recite a few scriptures for that lingering soul, so that she can be disposed of with some dignity."
"If they remain stubbornly unenlightened."
"She was buried along with Huaguo Mountain."
The Bull Demon King exhaled heavy breaths from his nostrils, and the tip of his staff drooped downwards little by little.
Red Boy exploded first.
"Shut up, you old bald monk!"
He pushed off with his feet, and the fire-tipped spear, carrying waves of fire, was about to shoot upwards.
The Bull Demon King stopped him.
"Don't go!"
When this stopped him, Red Boy's eyes turned red.
"That's my mother!"
"If you won't hit me, I will!"
"You know nothing!" the Bull Demon King roared, his voice breaking instantly. "That wisp of soul inside the tower was too weak; if it were truly shattered, not even an echo would remain!"
He looked several years older when he said those words.
Chen Fan stood at the back and didn't say a word.
Looking at the phantom at the bottom of the tower and then at the expression on Li Jing's face, he already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.
This thing is not a pure tower spirit.
They used the remnant soul of the Iron Fan as a hook to hook the Bull Demon King's hand.
To truly save lives, we must first dig out the central core of the tower spirit.
Otherwise, whoever touches it will die.
Tang Sanzang suddenly closed the scripture scroll.
"There is a way."
Chen Fan turned his head.
"explain."
Tang Sanzang looked up at the pagoda and spoke very quickly.
"The tower spirit recognizes its master, and it also recognizes cause and effect."
"The remnant soul of the Iron Fan has been refined inside, so it won't just remain on the surface."
"The central government is definitely connected to her."
"We're not ready to dismantle it normally, there's no time."
"Then convert them."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback.
"What did you say?"
Tang Sanzang pointed at Jianglong, then at Li Jing.
"Don't they want to recruit people?"
"Then let's just go along with their act."
"False enlightenment".
"First, trick them into opening a small section at the bottom of the tower, revealing the central hub."
Chen Fan's eyes flickered.
He got it.
What does the other side want most right now?
It's not simply about pressing down on the mountain.
It was an attempt to recruit them, a demonstration, and a public humiliation of the Huaguo Mountain people.
Especially the Bull Demon King's family.
If Red Boy were to confess that he wanted to join the Buddhist order to exchange for his mother's remaining soul, Li Jing and Jianglong would most likely take the bait.
The white dragon horse also realized what was happening.
"That was a bit risky."
"But once an opening is made, there's a chance to sneak in."
The Bull Demon King looked at Tang Sanzang, his expression shifting between light and dark.
"Using my son to gamble?"
"It's not a gamble," Tang Sanzang said. "Do you have any other options now?"
The Bull Demon King fell silent.
The tower is still being crushed.
The protective array of Huaguo Mountain has developed a fourth large crack. The mountain's fortune is being gradually drained away by the base of the tower, and the surrounding vegetation is withering.
Looking at the stalemate below, Li Jing finally twitched the corner of his mouth.
"The Bull Demon King".
"I'm giving you one last chance."
"Kneel down."
"Kneeling before the pagoda to plead guilty."
"I will allow that remnant soul to see you one more time."
These words are dirtier than a knife.
The veins on the back of the Bull Demon King's hand were bulging.
Red Boy suddenly put away his Fire-Tipped Spear.
"I'll go."
The Bull Demon King suddenly turned his head.
"Where are you going?"
Red Boy stared intently at the phantom in the tower.
"My mother protected me back then, and almost lost her own life in the process."
"Now it's my turn."
"Besides, I'm good at playing the subservient role."
The white dragon horse almost choked.
"You're quite experienced."
Red Boy glared at him, ignored him, and walked straight to the front, shouting into the sky.
"Dragon Subduing!"
"Li Jing!"
"Aren't you looking to recruit people?"
"I'll vote!"
The moment that voice came out, the entire audience was stunned.
The situation at Huaguo Mountain was in an uproar.
"Young Master!"
"Don't go!"
"Isn't that just a platitude?"
The Heavenly Court's military supervisor was stunned and quickly looked up at Li Jing.
Jianglong laughed first.
"good."
"Young people are definitely more open-minded."
Red Boy gritted his teeth, making a very convincing expression.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Release my mother's lingering soul, and I'll go with you."
Li Jing looked at him but did not immediately agree.
"On what grounds do you have to make demands?"
Red Boy pointed at the Bull Demon King.
"Because I'm more sensible than that old ox."
"He couldn't bear to cut down the tower, nor would he kneel."
"I'll kneel in his place."
After saying that, he actually knelt down on one knee in front of the Zhushan Tower.
The Bull Demon King's eye twitched at that kneel.
"Hong'er!"
Red Boy didn't turn around, but clenched his back teeth tightly.
"Shut up."
"If you can't save me, I will."
This sentence was spoken very softly, and only a few people nearby could hear it.
Chen Fan looked at him and nodded secretly.
This kid may be arrogant most of the time, but he's really brave enough to step up when it matters.
Jianglong was completely smitten.
What is Red Boy's identity?
The offspring of the Bull Demon King, known as the Holy Infant King, once occupied the area around the Flaming Mountains. If he were to publicly convert to Buddhism, this slap would be enough to smash the face of Flower Fruit Mountain.
He immediately stepped forward.
"Lord Li, this humble monk sees that this child has a karmic connection with Buddhism."
Li Jing naturally knew whether this was a worthwhile investment or not.
He wanted to subdue, not just kill.
It might not be worth it to drive the Bull Demon King mad.
But if Red Boy is dragged over, and the remnant soul of the Iron Fan is used to trap the Bull Demon King, then this whole family will be ruined.
Thinking of this, he finally raised his hand.
"Can."
Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King immediately became anxious.
"Li Jing, how dare you touch my son!"
Li Jing completely ignored him and pointed his finger towards the bottom of the tower.
With a buzzing sound.
A crack about half a foot wide appeared at the bottom of the Zhushan Pagoda.
Black gas surged outwards.
A ring of dark gold runes was spinning inside the crevice, and a blood-red figure could be vaguely seen locked in the deepest part.
The remnant soul of the iron fan was indeed not on the surface.
Red Boy glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.
He's really inside.
Jianglong spoke with a smile.
"Come in."
"You enter the tower first, and this humble monk will help you expel that lingering remnant of your spirit and slowly guide it away."
Chen Fan whispered, "The central hub is probably behind the third layer of locks."
Tang Sanzang, fiddling with his prayer beads, quickly said, "Once inside, don't touch the outer wall. First, find the main inscription. The pagoda spirit fears fire, and the remnant soul fears shock. Remember, break the lock first, then protect the soul."
Red Boy didn't turn around, he just raised his hand.
I guess I heard it.
The Bull Demon King couldn't help but step forward, his voice hoarse.
"You brat."
"Go in and run, don't be a hero."
Red Boy finally turned around and glanced at him.
"You've finally met your match."
"He yells at me all the time."
"Once I drag your mother out, you'll kneel down and apologize to me."
The Bull Demon King's lips moved, but he didn't utter a curse.
Li Jing sneered.
"Have you finished talking nonsense?"
"Having said that, go into the tower."
The crack in the tower is slowly narrowing.
The opportunity is fleeting.
Red Boy took a deep breath, flipped his palm, and the Samadhi True Fire shrank into a ball, pressing it tightly between his fingers.
next moment.
A burst of fire erupted beneath his feet.
He was like a red line, plunging headlong into the gap at the bottom of the tower.
The smile on Jianglong's face was only half revealed.
Suddenly, a second shadow darted out from the crack in the tower.
It's not Red Boy's fire.
It was a ray of golden light that had been skimming along the ground.
Li Jing's pupils contracted sharply.
"Who?!"
Chapter 140 The Heart of the Tower Burns
The moment Red Boy rushed into the crack in the tower, he heard a muffled thud.
It was as if someone had put an iron bell on his forehead.
The next moment, everything went black.
It's not that there's no light.
The light throughout the entire tower was red, a dirty red, like charcoal that had been burning for a long time, creeping in layer by layer along the iron walls.
As soon as Red Boy landed, white smoke rose from his feet with a "hiss".
The ground was scorching hot.
He looked down and his expression changed instantly.
The ground is not made of bricks.
It was a series of iron discs engraved with runes, with bone nails embedded in the center of each disc, and fine gold threads wrapped around the nails. All the gold threads converged towards the center of the tower, like a spider web, layer upon layer.
The center of the tower is at the very innermost part.
That's not fire.
It was a sealed soul.
The soul light was faintly blue, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and it was nailed into mid-air by iron pillars. Three circles of Dharma wheels circled around it, and below was a furnace. The furnace mouth was wide open, and with each rotation of the Dharma wheels, a wisp of blue energy was drawn from the soul and thrown into the furnace, then dispersed along the array grooves of the entire tower.
Red Boy stared at the swirling soul, his throat suddenly choked.
He recognized him.
When he was little, his mother would pat his back with her palm to lull him to sleep, and that's the scent of her palm.
He stood there, his eyes red.
"mother……"
The radiant light at the heart of the tower trembled.
It was as if they had heard it.
A face slowly emerged from mid-air. It was very faint, and the features looked as if they had been washed by water, with the edges completely blurred, but she still recognized it.
"The Holy Infant..."
The voice was soft and hoarse.
It's like they've been holding on for too long.
Red Boy took a step forward, and the chains on the iron pillar immediately rattled, as more than a dozen golden rays shot out from all directions, aiming straight for his face.
Red Boy raised his hand and unleashed a ball of fire.
The Samadhi Fire exploded with a deafening roar.
The golden light bent halfway, while the other half struck his shoulder, making him stagger and tearing one sleeve on the spot.
Outside, Li Jing's voice drifted in through the tower wall.
"They actually dared to barge in."
"A mere demon, trying to rescue his mother from the Mountain-Slaying Tower?"
Even the dragon was laughing.
"He probably still thinks that rescuing people is as simple as cutting the lock."
"This tower has been feeding on her for decades. She's long been a part of the tower."
He deliberately spoke these words loudly.
It wasn't just for the Taliban to hear.
It was also meant for the people outside Huaguo Mountain to hear.
The Bull Demon King was already entangled in the army formation and couldn't break free. Upon hearing this, his eyes seemed to bleed. He swung his giant axe in the air and cleaved the three heavenly generals in two, armor and all.
"Li Jing! I'll chop you up!"
Li Jing stood atop a cloud, the pagoda hovering in his palm, his expression serene.
"Chop me up?"
"Let's see how your son dies first."
Inside the tower, Red Boy did not turn around.
He just stared at the remnant soul of the iron fan, his voice tense.
"Mother, I'll take you out."
Princess Iron Fan gently shook her face, which was on the verge of collapse.
"No, it won't work."
"Don't cut the tower's core."
"If the tower breaks, the mountain-suppressing force stored inside will explode. Your father is outside, and the entire Flower Fruit Mountain is also outside."
Red Boy gritted his teeth and looked around.
The golden threads are still being drawn towards the center of the tower.
With each draw, the remnant soul of the Iron Fan dims a little.
This isn't about locking her up.
This is treating her like a fire.
Take her soul, suppress Flower Fruit Mountain, sever the mountain's life force, subdue the Bull Demon King, and suppress all the mountain's demon soldiers.
Red Boy felt a tightness in his chest, and his hands trembled.
Li Jing was still talking outside.
"If you kneel down and kowtow to me, perhaps I will show mercy and leave her a wisp of consciousness."
"A little later, she won't even have this last strand left."
Many heavenly soldiers outside the tower laughed.
"The Holy Infant King? He's nothing special."
"You were really angry before, why are you silent now?"
"Save your mother? Haha, you're going in to die!"
On the Flower Fruit Mountain side, the demon soldiers were grinding their teeth to dust.
The white dragon horse looked up at the tower, and the ripples in the sea beneath its scales grew increasingly rapid.
Tang Sanzang continued chanting his sutras without stopping, his forehead covered in sweat.
Chen Fan stared at the Zhushan Tower, his eyes growing colder and colder.
He has figured it out.
This tower is not simply a weapon of suppression.
Its core is the remnant soul of the Iron Fan.
To save the tower, Iron Fan died.
If you try to save Iron Fan, the tower will surely collapse.
Li Jing was just right, and the Bull Demon King and his family couldn't make a move.
Just then, the voice of Red Boy came from inside the tower.
Very low.
"I understand."
"You don't want her to live."
"You want her to burn it."
He walked step by step toward the center of the tower.
With each step taken, the surrounding Falun (Dharma Wheels) shone brighter.
Hundreds of thin talismans emerged from the iron wall and wrapped around his feet.
Red Boy did not dodge.
He simply raised the ball of fire in his palm slowly.
As if guessing something, the remnant soul of the Iron Fan suddenly became anxious.
"Holy Infant, don't do anything reckless."
"If your fire gets in, the heart of the tower will collapse."
Red Boy raised his head, sweat beading on his nose, but a hint of ruthlessness slowly crept onto his face.
"Flip it if you want."
"I won't save this dilapidated tower."
"I'll save you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing's expression outside changed slightly.
As if struck by a sudden thought, he roared, "Seal the tower! Quickly!"
Even Jianglong's expression changed.
"Stop him! He's trying to attack the tower's core!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Red Boy clasped his hands together, and the Samadhi True Fire stopped radiating outwards, instead twisting into a pillar of fire.
It's not fried.
It is irrigation.
The column of fire pierced straight into the furnace opening.
boom!
The entire Zhushan Pagoda suddenly trembled.
Previously, it was the tower that was drawing out the remnant soul of the iron fan.
At this moment, the Samadhi Fire surged backward from the furnace opening, like a red-hot awl, forcefully piercing the pulse point of the tower's core.
The Dharma wheel inside the tower paused for a moment.
Then, it flipped upside down like crazy.
Thirty percent of the golden threads that were drawing out souls snapped on the spot.
One by one, the bone nails on the iron pillar burst open, scattering wildly all over the tower.
Red Boy coughed up blood, his chest felt like it had been struck three times by an iron hammer, and he knelt on the ground, his hands pressing tightly against the pillar of fire to prevent it from dissipating.
"Spit it out, you son of a bitch!"
He roared.
The Samadhi True Fire rolled back along the array groove.
The mountain-suppressing power that was originally sent to various parts of the tower was all forced back by the fire.
As soon as the fire struck, the sphere of soul light at the heart of the tower trembled violently.
The next instant, the remnant soul of the Iron Fan suddenly broke free from the Falun.
It was like someone forcibly pulling a wisp of silk out of a fire.
The moment she broke free, the entire tower changed its atmosphere.
The momentum that had previously been suppressing Flower Fruit Mountain suddenly dissipated.
The array patterns at the base of the tower began to flash erratically.
The outer tower wall emitted a piercing cracking sound.
Li Jing stood outside, his expression finally changing.
"How is that possible!"
Jianglong stared at the red light darting around the tower, and his forehead twitched.
"The core of the tower has broken!"
"Quickly stabilize the situation!"
The situation is getting out of control.
Because this tower wasn't supported by any spirit stones.
It is powered by the remnant soul of the iron fan.
Once the person was removed, the tower immediately became an empty shell.
The tower tilted by an inch first.
In that one inch, the force pressing down on the protective array of Huaguo Mountain completely dissipated.
The Bull Demon King, who had been bent over by the weight, suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulders.
He looked up.
Just then, they saw the tower wall crack open, and inside, a small fire shadow, holding a ball of blue light, was forcing its way out.
"The Holy Infant!"
The Bull Demon King roared, gripped his axe in both hands, and soared into the sky.
Li Jing shouted urgently, "Stop him!"
Hundreds of heavenly soldiers charged forward in formation.
The Bull Demon King ignored them completely, swung his giant axe, and charged straight into the army formation.
The first row of heavenly soldiers exploded on the spot.
Before the second row was even closed, he had already swung his axe in a wide arc, delivering a vicious blow to the waist of the Zhushan Pagoda.
"Open it!"
click-
That sound was so crisp.
It was like striking a long-rotten, hollow beam.
The axe blade sank three feet into the tower.
The cracks climbed upwards from the axe's edge, covering half the tower in the blink of an eye.
Li Jing's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched, and he raised his hand to summon the pagoda back to strike.
Useless.
The heart of the tower is gone; the tower no longer listens.
The next moment, the entire Zhushan Pagoda crashed and broke into two pieces.
The upper half of it slammed down at an angle.
Below is the Heavenly Army formation.
The heavenly soldiers tried to disperse, but it was too late.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
"The tower has collapsed!"
"Li Tianwang, save me!"
With a deafening roar, it felt as if half the sky had collapsed.
The shattered tower, wrapped in iron walls and array plates, crashed into the army formation, scattering clouds and causing banners to fly wildly. Dozens of heavenly generals were buried in the ruins before they could even finish their screams.
Li Jing watched as his own military formation was smashed to pieces by his own Zhushan Tower, and his face turned pale.
Huaguo Mountain was quiet for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the demon soldiers all over the mountain roared.
"It collapsed!"
"Hahaha, the Heavenly Tower has collapsed!"
"The Holy Infant King burned the tower down!"
The white dragon horse neighed loudly, its four hooves pounding the waves, directly stirring up the sea's tidal wave and charging towards the scattered army formation.
Tang Sanzang closed the scripture, looked up at the sky, and even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Chen Fan was even more decisive, pointing his stick at the enemy.
"Take advantage of his confusion and give him a good beating!"
"Whoever slays the Heavenly General today will receive a triple reward!"
Upon hearing this, the demon soldiers all went mad.
They all rushed forward with a roar.
Red Boy stumbled out from the ruins, clutching a ball of blue soul light in his arms.
The Bull Demon King rushed forward, but stopped halfway through reaching out his hand.
His hands were too big and too rough, as if they would fall apart at the slightest touch.
"She...she's still alive?"
Red Boy's mouth was covered in blood, but he grinned.
"exist."
"I rescued my mother."
Iron Fan's remnant soul floated in his arms, so faint that it was almost invisible, but she still raised her hand and gently touched the Bull Demon King's forehead.
The Bull Demon King shuddered, and his eyes instantly reddened.
He swallowed hard, and it took him a while to finally manage to squeeze out a sentence.
"It's good that you're back."
Li Jing stood on high ground, his face extremely grim.
He originally intended to establish his authority by taking Huaguo Mountain in today's battle.
As a result, the Buddha's palm didn't kill anyone, and the Zhushan Pagoda was burned down by a little demon.
That slap was too hard.
Jianglong's face was also gloomy. Just as he was about to speak, a "crack" sound suddenly came from the deepest part of the ruins.
It looked like something had broken pieces of iron.
Everyone stopped moving at the same time.
A figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust of the collapsed tower.
The man had long, pointed ears, wore tattered monk's robes, and had a smile on his face that sent chills down one's spine.
Six-eared macaque.
He was also holding a scroll of golden edict in his hand.
The edges of the decree were glowing with Buddhist light. Before the words were even unfurled, the oppressive aura caused the surrounding rubble to sink.
When Li Jing saw him, he was first taken aback, then narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
The Six-Eared Macaque didn't look at him.
He merely shook the imperial edict in his hand, then smiled and gazed into the depths of Flower Fruit Mountain.
"I've come to deliver a new decree."
"The meaning of Buddhism has changed."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
The Bull Demon King raised his axe and stepped forward.
Red Boy, clutching the remnant soul of the Iron Fan, stared intently at the scroll of imperial edict.
The Six-Eared Macaque slowly unfurled the golden decree.
There were only two lines of text written on it.
The first line states that if Sun Wukong does not appear.
The second line, "the entire Huaguo Mountain is linked together," is deleted.
The moment the last three characters lit up, the entire imperial edict emitted a dazzling golden light.
Boundary deletion order.