Tathagata Buddha simply replied with two sentences, Guanyin, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra, their expressions were even darker.

Avalokitesvara, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra were among the twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao. They betrayed Chanjiao and entered Buddhism, only to achieve the supreme status of Bodhisattva. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Xiao Bailong just took a sutra and surpassed Bodhisattva status.

Above?

How can I endure this? How can I maintain balance in my heart?

Guanyin, Manjusri, Samantabhadra and other seven Bodhisattvas looked at Jin Chanzi again and said: "Jin Chan, Buddha, the poor monks and others think that Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Xiao Bailong are not worthy of such a high status. Buddha has granted them the title

Is it too hasty? Too nepotistic?"

"well said!"

"I want to nepotize others, what do you think?" Chen Jiangliu looked coldly at Guanyin and other Bodhisattvas.

"..." Guanyin, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra were choked up when they met such a powerful Jin Chanzi. They didn't shy away from nepotism at all!

"If you are dissatisfied, you can go to Xumi and inform the saint. If the saint disagrees, I will immediately cancel the edict."

Guanyin, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra looked like pig livers and said nothing.

The saint has already consecrated Jin Chanzi as the Buddha. How many attainments do you still care about? Go to the saint to complain? You are asking for trouble.

"The poor monk...the poor monk and others have no objections!" Guanyin, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra said almost through gritted teeth.

“As long as there is no objection!”

Luck is as mysterious as it is mysterious. Low-level monks in the three realms compete for spiritual treasures, caves and other blessings. But when they reach the powerful level, what they compete for is the luck of heaven and earth!

With good luck, nothing can invade you!

Chen Jiangliu's great fortune brought him the greatest benefit. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon gained great fortune, surpassing all Bodhisattvas, King Kongs, Arhats, and Buddhas in one leap!

In the main hall, silence fell again.

Xiao Bailong took a step forward, knelt on the ground, and saluted Chen Jiang, "Master, this disciple has been wronged!"

"This disciple has been greatly wronged!"

Chen Jiangliu sat on the golden lotus throne and nodded, "If you have any grievances, just say it, I will make the decision for you!"

"Master, my uncle, the Dragon King of Jinghe River, was originally the Dragon King of the Jinghe River. He made a bet with others because he protected the water spirit of the Jinghe River. When it rained, it only rained for a few seconds, and he was beheaded by the Heavenly Court. The dragon soul was suppressed in the Netherworld Yin Mountain.

Behind the scenes, I endured countless sufferings and will never be reincarnated..."

"My poor uncle has spent his whole life wandering the clouds and making rain, accumulating blessings, but he ended up like this. It's unfair, the sky is unfair, the heaven is unfair!" Xiao Bailong cried loudly, and the suppressed emotions in his heart burst out.

His Highness, Guanyin, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra couldn't help but look at each other secretly when they heard the little white dragon's grievance. They looked a little uneasy. They had used some method when they killed the Dragon King of Jinghe.

Chen Jiangliu listened to what Xiao Bailong said and nodded understandingly, "What Heaven did is indeed against the laws of heaven!"

Chen Jiangliu looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and asked seriously: "Guanyin, when you were responsible for this matter, what's your explanation?"

Guanyin suppressed her fear and calmly stepped forward, "Buddha, this matter has nothing to do with the poor monk."

"Back then, it was the Heavenly Court that announced the decree, and the young monk was just supervising the execution."

"Furthermore, as far as the poor monk knows, the dragon soul of the Jinghe Dragon King is not behind Yinshan Mountain."

"So, either the little white dragon lied, or the Heavenly Court took it upon itself to take the soul of the Jinghe Dragon King into custody, and it had nothing to do with the poor monk." Guanyin Bodhisattva explained.

"impossible!"

"My uncle had a dream. After he was beheaded, his soul was captured and tortured in the Yinshan Mountains." Xiao Bailong said loudly.

Guanyin glanced at the little white dragon and said casually: "Maybe it was the dream you had because you missed the Dragon King of Jinghe too much."

"I have proof. My uncle gave me a jade pendant when he was dreaming!" Xiao Bailong said and took out a dragon-shaped jade pendant, which exuded the aura of the Jinghe Dragon King.

"I don't know about that poor monk. Perhaps Buddha can ask the Jade Emperor in Heaven." Guanyin took a step back and said no more.

Chen Jiangliu's face was expressionless, and he sneered in his heart, "I'm going to pick it all off now."

"Of course I have to ask!"

"Senior Brother Jinchanzi, acquiring Buddhist scriptures is our big plan for Buddhism. Buddhism has not yet been spread to the east. I hope that senior brother will take Buddhism as the priority and spread the Buddhism first and then investigate this matter!" Tathagata Buddha said from the side.

Chen Jiangliu stepped down from the golden lotus throne, helped Xiao Bailong up, patted Xiao Bailong on the shoulder, and gave him a reassuring look, "Master, I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter!"

"Disciple, thank you master!" Xiao Bailong saluted again.

"Where is the scripture? Get it!"

"Kasyapa, Ananda, please take the Golden Chan Buddha to the Sutra Pavilion."

"Yes, please follow the instructions of my Buddha Tathagata."

Kasyapa and Ananda led Chen Jiangliu’s five masters and disciples to the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion.

Kassapa and Ananda were greedy for worldly things, but they did not dare to express themselves in the face of Chen Jiangliu and respectfully presented the true scriptures.

The Tripitaka Sutra, talking about the sky, talking about the earth, and evading ghosts.

The five masters and disciples of Chen Jiangliu took the true scriptures, left Daleiyin Temple, and returned to the way they came.

All the Buddhas in the main hall breathed a sigh of relief, but they still felt a little oppressed when facing the gangster Jin Chanzi.

The scriptures have been sent out, and now all we have to do is wait for Jin Chanzi to send them back to the Tang Dynasty to complete the calamity and bring about the great prosperity of the West and Buddhism!

When I arrived, the road was thorny and bumpy, but when I returned, the road was smooth. It was as if with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, I could travel thousands of miles in one day.

The journey to the west is coming to an end, and the great powers who have been hiding from the world have withdrawn their sights and practiced in seclusion.

Heavenly Court withdrew the Four Star Lords, and Buddhism also removed most of its surveillance.

Just wait for Jin Chanzi to return to Datang, return to Datang!

Just after the gods and gods withdrew their gaze.

Anping Prefecture, Protectorate Palace.

Wei Shuyu issued a second-level mobilization order, and the hidden bad guys became active and carried out their final expansion and digestion.

Information from the four major continents is continuously introduced into Anping.

There are thousands of bad people hiding in one place in particular.

Tongtian River!

If Wei Shuyu's guess is correct, another strange mist traveling in the chessboard of heaven and earth will appear!

The calamity aura was surging, and it was weaker than before, but Wei Shuyu sensed a hint of unusual ferocity and violence from the calamity aura. This did not belong to the prehistoric times!

From outside the territory!

After traveling thousands of miles day by day, Chen Jiangliu’s master and disciples finally arrived at Tongtian River!

at the same time.

Outside the territory, the devil world.

Demon Palace.

Strange demonic energy surged, and several real demons showed excited eyes, "Demon Ancestor, the Buddhist scripture seekers have arrived at Tongtian River!"

At the head of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the strange mood hidden in the dark mist also changed. With an extremely solemn and serious tone, he said: "Black robe, you go to Tongtian River!"

Underneath, the real demon in black robe exuded the aura of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal (the three corpses are quasi-saints but not the sub-sages). He took a step forward and said respectfully and enthusiastically: "The black robe will obey the decree of the Demon Ancestor!"

"The Demon Ancestor has made a big plan, and there must be no mistakes. My subordinates beg the Demon Ancestor to let him be executed. I will assist my subordinates..." Black Robe requested.

The demon god is punished by evil, the demon king Jidu, the real Hunyuan Daluo under the demon ancestor Luohu!

"Accurate!" The voice was strange in the dark mist, exuding supreme majesty and not at all inferior to Daozu Hongjun!

…

Tongtian River.

Chen Jiangliu's five masters and disciples had just walked to the river and were about to use their magical powers to cross the river, when they saw a black head emerging from the bottom of the river.

A big old turtle swam out of the water and shouted cordially and enthusiastically: "Elder, holy monk, I will ferry you across the river, I will ferry you across the river."

Chen Jiangliu was impressed by this old turtle, smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The old turtle slowly swam closer, and the turtle shell patterns on its back were even more mysterious and strange. Its abdomen was exuding bursts of black energy. Even Chen Jiangliu, Sun Wukong couldn't see it even with his magical powers.

Master Chen Jiangliu and his disciples put the scriptures on the back of the turtle. The old turtle floated on the water and swam towards the other side of the river carrying Master Chen Jiangliu and his disciples.

Halfway through the swim, the old turtle suddenly asked: "Holy monk, what did Tathagata Buddha say?"

Chen Jiangliu looked stunned, "Huh? How do you say what?"

"Old turtle, when can I escape from the disaster and transform into another form?" the old turtle reminded.

"Ah this..." Chen Jiangliu showed embarrassment on his face. When he was in Lingshan, he was so focused on scolding the Buddhas and fighting with the Tathagata Buddha that he completely forgot about Lao Turtle's commission.

Seeing the hesitation on Chen Jiangliu's face, the old turtle's voice turned cold, "What? The holy monk didn't ask for the old turtle?"

"I'll do it next time, okay?" Chen Jiangliu knew he was wrong and asked in a low voice.

"Ah ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha!" The old turtle laughed coldly and strangely, and immediately began to swing his body randomly.

"Made, why is this old turtle so vindictive?" Chen Jiangliu led the disciples, carrying the scriptures and about to take off and get off the turtle's back.
To be continued...