Journey to the West: The Intercepted Religion is destroyed, but your Buddhism is still prosperous?

Chapter 21

"Old man, what are you looking at?"

"Take another look, believe it or not, I'll cut you..."

In the Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain, Yang Jian, who was stunned by Daoist Yuding, was furious.

"Cihang, what is going on?"

Master Yuding directly pulled out his Sword of Slaying Immortals to interrogate him, fearing that if he disagreed with him, he would kill him.

As his only disciple, Yang Jian has always been competitive, and his cultivation level is No. 1 among the three generations of disciples.

In the Conferred God Quantity Tribulation, Yang Jian achieved remarkable results and made many great achievements.

Even Yuanshi Tianzun admired him very much, and gave him a lot of face as a master.

Now that Yang Jian has become like this, how can he bear it?

Guanyin Bodhisattva broke out in a cold sweat. If she couldn't explain clearly today, she might not be able to leave.

"Brother, quickly put away the sword and listen to me."

"Nephew, he bumped into a mountain by himself and made it like this..."

Daoist Yuding was furious, and actually raised his sword and slashed at him.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? He's not a fool, how could he crash into a mountain?"

Yun Zhongzi, who was a guest in Yuding Immortal's cave, also hurriedly stopped him and said, "Brother Dao, calm down, and let Cihang finish speaking."

Guanyin Bodhisattva breathed a sigh of relief, and told about Buzhou Mountain.

"What? Buzhou Mountain is so hard?"

Yun Neutron's eyes lit up immediately.

He is the number one master in refining and teaching, and he thinks that he is not inferior to the Taishang Laojun.

Although he did not enter the ranks of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he is also a well-known immortal.

Back then, he had sharpened a wooden sword casually, almost revealing Daji's true colors.

Guangchengzi's Fantian Seal was refined from the broken Buzhou Mountain, and its power is infinite.

He has long wanted to imitate one, but suffered from lack of suitable materials.

Now that he heard that Bu Zhoushan had "grown" again, he naturally had no reason to miss it.

"Brother Dao, the nephew's injury is serious, I will take my leave first!"

After throwing this sentence, Yun Zhongzi pulled Guanyin Bodhisattva to get up and slipped away.

He came to Master Yuding just to ask for a piece of pure gold, but he didn't expect to have a surprise.

Guanyin Bodhisattva is suffering from no one to help, seeing that he is willing to make a move, he is naturally very willing.

Not before the mountain.

Yun Zhongzi stared straight at the rocks on the surface of Buzhou Mountain, and the halazi almost dripped out.

"Colorful fine gold..."

"Three-color divine clay..."

"Seven Treasure Glazed..."

These are all rare refining materials, embedded in the surface of the mountain.

The surface layer is made of high-grade materials, so it can’t take off inside!

At this moment, Yun Zhongzi even wanted to move the mountain away.

With a flip of his hand, Yun Zhongzi took out a palm-sized copper tripod and threw it towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Qiankun Cauldron?"

"No, it doesn't seem right, it's an imitation..."

Guanyin Bodhisattva saw the doorway at a glance.

The imitation Qiankun Ding gradually grew bigger in mid-air, like a greedy python, it desperately stuffed Buzhou Mountain into its stomach.

But Buzhou Mountain is so huge that even a saint can't move it in terms of weight, so how can this fake thing hold it?
Soon it reached its peak, but it was only one millionth of Buzhou Mountain's size.

"Oh... I had to move it away bit by bit..."

Yun Zhongzi sighed, feeling a little pity.

It would be great if all the Buzhou Mountains could be refined into a Lingbao.

"go with!"

Yun Zhongzi suddenly spit out a real fire from his mouth, intending to use the imitation Qiankun Ding to refine the Buzhou Mountain in the Ding.

As a master craftsman, his real fire is naturally not ordinary fire, but in just a moment, the hard stone wall showed signs of melting.

Lu Yu, who was hiding in Buzhou Mountain, naturally couldn't let him succeed.

"I'm sorry, Brother Monkey!"

The monkey who was pressed at the bottom of the mountain and was almost out of breath, was moved by him to the mountain in Qiankun Dingli with a whoosh.

When Yun Zhongzi was stroking his beard and was feeling complacent, he suddenly heard a howling sound from the Qiankun cauldron.

"Ah, stop!"

"Burn my grandson to death..."

Sun Wukong wanted to vomit blood, but Guanyin Bodhisattva just said it if he wanted to play to death.

It is not that he is not afraid of fire, but that he is not afraid of ordinary fire.

500 years ago, he stayed in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun for 49 days for seven to seven days, and practiced a body of copper skin and iron bones and golden eyes.

But Taishang Laojun also wanted to slowly refine the elixir he ate.

If the fire is too big, wouldn't it burn the refined medicine together?

What's more, Taishang Laojun is also suspected of deliberately releasing water.

Now Yun Zhongzi is trying to refine Buzhou Mountain as soon as possible, so naturally he uses the most violent and powerful real fire.

So the monkey couldn't bear it for just a moment, and began to scream again and again.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's complexion suddenly changed, and he shot directly.

Sanguang Shenshui flew from the suet jade bottle in her hand to the Qiankun cauldron in the air, and extinguished Yun Zhongzi's real fire.

"Cihang, what do you mean?"

Yun Zhongzi said angrily.

But it was too late to explain at this time, she hurriedly shouted at the monkey in the Qiankun cauldron: "Wukong, come out by yourself!"

(End of this chapter)