Chapter 842: Chapter 842

The Sandalwood Merit Buddha sat cross-legged in the Buddha Hall, closed his eyes, and the Buddha Wheel shone behind his head. Golden scriptures circulated around him as he probed the memories of reincarnation, searching for the reason his Dao Fruit was missing. The first life, the second life, the third life... the ninth life.

Jin Chanzi suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to be embedded with two golden pearls, the light flowing mysteriously.

The brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed, the various miracles around Jin Chanzi disappeared, and he returned to normal, murmuring to himself, "Something’s wrong, why are there memories of only nine lives; where are Tang Sanzang’s memories?"

In his mind, there was only a rough impression of the Westward Journey to obtain scriptures, knowing only that he departed Chang’an for the Western Heaven to seek the True Scripture, enduring the Eighty-one Difficulties, but without complete memories of Tang Sanzang. He determined in his heart that the disappearance of his Dao Fruit must be related to Tang Sanzang.

A crisp cicada cry sounded, and Jin Chanzi suddenly vanished from within the grand hall.

Before the Buddha Hall of the Fighting Saint Buddha, Jin Chanzi emerged from the void and walked out.

The gatekeeping Vajra Warrior quickly greeted him, clasped his hands together respectfully, and said, "Greetings to my Buddha~"

Jin Chanzi asked calmly, "Where is the Fighting Saint Buddha?"

A Vajra Warrior respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Buddha, the Saint Buddha has returned to Huaguo Mountain."

"When will he return?"

Jin Chanzi flicked his sleeve and vanished instantly from where he stood.

Anan Venerable was commanding the Vajra Warriors to build the new Great Leiyin Temple, with great construction works underway on the main peak of the Spiritual Mountain, bustling with activity.

Jin Chanzi climbed the Spiritual Mountain and found Anan, who was standing atop a construction site, directing the work.

Anan Venerable quickly clasped his hands together and respectfully said, "Greetings to the Buddha!" Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI~Fire.net

Jin Chanzi also clasped his hands together, returning the gesture, "Greetings to the Venerable!"

Looking at the summit of Spiritual Mountain, which resembled ruins, Jin Chanzi lamented, "That unworthy disciple of mine actually destroyed the Great Leiyin Temple. I’ll see how I teach him a lesson when he returns. Sorry for the trouble, Venerable."

Anan Venerable quickly said, "The Saint Buddha acted without bad intentions, the Sandalwood Merit Buddha must not blame the Saint Buddha for this."

"Hmph! The wild monkey from the mountains is unteachable; only the mercy of the Buddha can tolerate him."

Anan Venerable shifted the topic and asked, "Is the Sandalwood Merit Buddha here to find the Buddha?"

"It’s not the Buddha I’m looking for, but you, Venerable."

Surprised, Anan said, "Looking for me?"

He hurriedly said, "I wonder what instructions the Sandalwood Merit Buddha has for this humble monk?"

As Anan Kayashya, the servant of the Tathagata Buddha, he could proudly face most of the Buddha Bodhisattvas of Spiritual Mountain, but he truly dared not to look down on Jin Chanzi — first, because Jin Chanzi was the second disciple of the Tathagata Buddha, and second, because closer proximity to the Buddha gave more insight into some secretive matters. The Calamity was not yet over! For the second half of the Calamity, Jin Chanzi and his master-disciple group would still be the protagonists, so naturally, one must not be dismissive.

Jin Chanzi raised his hand to seal the surrounding space-time and said seriously, "Anan, in the entire Spiritual Mountain, the person I trust the most is you. You are also the wisest Venerable in Spiritual Mountain. Now, I’m facing a difficult matter and need your guidance."

Anan couldn’t help but show a faint smile, unexpected that after a journey through reincarnation, Jin Chanzi had also developed the Eyes of Golden Flame, recognizing his extraordinary nature, and directly said, "The Sandalwood Merit Buddha, please speak."

"Alas~ Upon my return, I found that half of my Dao Fruit is missing, so I want to know if anything unusual happened during the journey to obtain the scriptures; please, Anan Venerable, point me in the right direction."

"What? The Buddha’s Da Luo Dao Fruit is damaged?" Anan feigned surprise and exclaimed.

Jin Chanzi nodded solemnly, eyes filled with a sharp murderous intent, saying, "I must have been plotted against during the scripture journey. Tang Sanzang’s memories have not merged with mine. Please, Venerable, point me to a direction. Once I retrieve my Dao Fruit, there will be great rewards."

"This~" Anan Venerable hesitated, wavering on whether to speak.

Jin Chanzi’s spirit was roused, perhaps he truly knew something? He quickly said, "Please, Venerable, guide me."

"Sandalwood Merit Buddha, the matter of the Westward Journey to obtain the scriptures was fully entrusted to Guanyin Bodhisattva. I am really not clear on the specifics. Even if I want to help you, I am powerless."

"Guanyin of the South Sea!"

Jin Chanzi hesitated a bit. Before reincarnation, because of his murderous nature, he did not get along well with several Bodhisattvas. To be precise, there weren’t many people in Spiritual Mountain who had a good relationship with him. Those who did go along with him were Ma Yuan Venerate King Buddha, the Furious Ming King, and others. But if even Anan didn’t know, surely they wouldn’t know either.

"Has the Venerable heard any rumors?"

"There is indeed a bit of hearsay, two great events occurred during the Westward Journey.

One of them was, for reasons unknown, Kunlun Sect Leader Jiang Ziya persistently entangled with the Sutra Takers, repeatedly associating with demons to ambush the Sutra Takers.

In the end, at Jilei Mountain, Jiang Ziya convened a myriad demon assembly, inviting the demons of the Western Continent to submit under the Bull Demon King’s banner. A great battle ensued between them and Buddhism, with the sky darkened and the sun and moon losing light. Buddhism suffered heavy losses, and the demons of the Western Continent were annihilated."

Jin Chanzi’s expression changed instantly, Kunlun Sect’s Jiang Ziya; an image of a sly old Taoist emerged in his mind with a faint, blurry impression. He murmured, "Could it be Jiang Ziya plotting against this monk?"

The loss of my Dao Fruit must be related to him; otherwise, having no past grievances nor recent enmity, why would he persistently cross me?

Jin Chanzi immediately asked, "Venerable, what is the other event?"

Anan felt uncertain in his heart, contemplating whether to inform him about the Daughter Country. Jin Chanzi’s Dao Fruit was definitely within his daughter’s body, so while keeping a good relationship with Jin Chanzi was necessary, provoking the Fighting Saint Buddha was unwise! If Jin Chanzi committed massacre in the Daughter Country, the Fighting Saint Buddha could just bash him with a stick. That lawless monkey has no scruples.

"Venerable, what are you thinking?"

"I am contemplating the other matter."

Anan Venerable feigned mystery and said, "It is said that Tang Sanzang was adept at using talismans and magic treasures. During the Westward Journey, he wielded talismans to subdue demons and drive away evil spirits, leaving wherever he went in a panic.

Some Buddhas in Spiritual Mountain were rather opinionated about this, even claiming Tang Sanzang seemed more like a Taoist than a monk."

Jin Chanzi’s expression suddenly changed. Could it be that Taoism is plotting against this monk? Yes, Kunlun is also part of the Taoist Immortal Sect, it must be Taoism.

"Thank you, Venerable, for your guidance!" Jin Chanzi instantaneously transformed into a ray of golden light, soaring into the sky.

Kunlun Mountain, once the dojo of the Three Pure Saints, was a mountain range where the spirit veins of the Earth Immortal realm converged. It was also known as the ancestor of all mountains, the source of the ancestral vein.

After the Divine Enthronement, Jiang Ziya propagated the Taoist teachings of three generations here, forming the Kunlun Sect.

In the early morning, the peaks of the Kun Mountain Range rose and fell continuously, winding like a chain, enveloped in immortal mist. Golden light shone through the mist, forming colorful halos, and atop the mountain range, magnificent halls with flying eaves and dragon-like decor stood, vibrant with life.