The young monk had no words to express his suffering, and almost cried out, saying:

"It's not like that, Abbot! Really, what I saw in this mirror was that monkey."

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect was furious. He snatched the Buddha mirror from the monk's hand, and then used his magic to look into it. He was immediately stunned. The previous Pure Land of Buddhism, with its golden stones, jade steps, and glazed relics, seemed almost otherworldly. Now, however, it had almost become a demolition ruin, or rather a garbage dump. It looked simply horrific.

It took the abbot a while to recover. His lips trembled as he said:

"Amitabha, what is going on here?"

He raised his hand and slapped the young disciple next to him on the head, angrily saying, "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

The young monk was on the verge of tears, "But I already did."

The abbot was filled with shame and anger, "I'm asking you, who did this?!"

The little monk said blankly:

"A monkey."

"…………"

The abbot almost coughed up blood from frustration. He didn't say anything more, but put away the mirror and rushed towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.

………………

Zhang Li Ling saw the two younger disciples approaching, and casually asked, "How is it?"

"Did you find any problems here?"

Both of them shook their heads.

Zhang Li Ling said, "Then what were you two doing just now?"

One of them described the results of their search, paused slightly, and casually said, "But when we came back, we saw a monk watching *Journey to the West*. Tsk tsk, the special effects were absolutely amazing."

"It's just that one thing wasn't right. The havoc in the Heavenly Palace was changed to havoc in Mount Ling."

"It also seemed like they added the flooding of Jinshan Temple. The Great Thunderclap Temple was full of water."

Zhang Li Ling was smiling as he listened, but when he heard this sentence, his smile paused slightly. He said in surprise:

"Monkey? Water?"

"Wait a minute, was the monkey you saw golden or white?"

The two young men were stunned, and subconsciously replied, "It seemed...the face was white, and the body was pure white with a hint of green... Because of the surrounding mist, it looked white overall..."

A white-haired monkey that could control water.

Zhang Li Ling's eyes twitched, and he gasped:

"White face and green body, golden eyes and snow-white teeth, Wu Zhi Qi."

"The Buddhist sect..."

He suddenly stood up and said, "That's not *Journey to the West*, that's real. No wonder that old baldy ran so fast."

He suddenly thought of an absurd idea, and his lips trembled:

"Damn it, could it be that someone showed that monkey *Journey to the West*?!"

Perhaps because he got up too quickly, the teacup on the table fell and broke into two pieces. Zhang Li Ling's movements froze, and the two young men twitched their eyes and retreated away from him. Zhang Li Ling was silent for a moment, and then said with a serious face, "Everything is empty. Go down the mountain later and buy two to return to the master."

"Don't let people think we're stingy. Buy two expensive ones, at least a hundred or two hundred yuan, understand?"

"The important thing now is to deal with the matter at hand."

He immediately began to chant incantations and cast spells, and his body turned into smoke as he rushed in the direction the old monk had gone.

While walking, he sent a text message to Zhang Tianshi.

"Wu Zhi Qi is wreaking havoc in the Pure Land of the Buddhist Sect."

"Too coincidental."

"Disciple suspects that someone showed him *Journey to the West*."

……………………

In the wondrous realm of Mount Ling.

A wisp of Wu Zhi Qi's true spirit lunged left and right, wielding an iron rod made from the iron implements gathered by Da Yu from artisans of the Nine Provinces. The rod spun like the wind, and the water surged like thunder. He laughed wantonly, stirring up the wondrous realm of Mount Ling until it resembled a pool of mud.

One by one, the assembled Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were smashed to pieces.

"These are all seniors who have truly cultivated, with a lifetime of Daoist practice."

"What a pity, what a pity."

"It's too wasteful to throw them away."

Wei Yuan, his figure concealed, followed behind Wu Zhi Qi, tearfully looting the corpses. Now that he was a true spirit, he had to temporarily store these sarira in the Crouching Tiger Token. Unfortunately, Wu Zhi Qi's strength was too great, and these fake Buddhas and deities were too ordinary. Most of the sarira were shattered, and only a few were intact.

Wei Yuan also noticed that the sarira here seemed to have the same aura.

They couldn't compare to the two sarira given by Yuanjue, which were complete and unhindered, lively and agile.

These were more like gems filled with Daoist practice and magic power.

The auras on them were also similar, probably from the same lineage. This lineage was responsible for the affairs of this wondrous realm of Mount Ling. Would other lineages have similar plans? Moreover, there were many branches of the Daoist sect, as well as various unorthodox and heretical paths. It was normal for people's hearts to be restless when the Great Era began.

Wu Zhi Qi's rampage this time was unrestrained and willful.

It was a rampage, but it didn't contain too much killing intent.

Therefore, the so-called monks, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas retreated and fled in all directions, and about half of them survived.

He raised the iron rod in his hand, stirring the water, intending to take advantage of the situation to draw out the power of the Huai River's water veins and smash the Great Thunderclap Temple into pieces. However, the iron rod in his hand suddenly turned into chains, binding Wu Zhi Qi again. Even with the opportunity created by borrowing the power of the Great Buddha here, Wu Zhi Qi's true spirit couldn't stay in the outside world for too long.

If he were entering a dream, it would be fine, but once he used his power, it would affect the seal under Turtle Mountain in the Huai River.

Wu Zhi Qi clicked his tongue, knowing the power of King Yu's seal. He didn't resist too much, made a rude gesture, and slowly disappeared, pulled back to the Huai River. Because he lost the blessing of Wu Zhi Qi's true spirit, the charging Yellow Turban Warriors also scattered, leaving only monkey hairs on the ground.

The blinding spell that originally belonged to Wu Zhi Qi on Wei Yuan's body also dissipated.

He could also cast it on himself, but he might not be able to deceive the eyes of these Great Buddhas. He simply dispelled the blinding spell openly. Many monks, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas breathed a sigh of relief and helped the Great Buddha up. They saw that his head was covered with bumps, and there was a character "Yuan" on his forehead. They didn't know who had written it or what its origin was. Their Buddhist Dharma couldn't resolve it, so they had to pretend that there was no such character there.

The Great Buddha pretended that there was no such character there, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas pretended that they couldn't see the character.

Just as they were celebrating the monkey's departure, they turned around and saw that the man who had been divined earlier was still there. They saw that he was wearing a tall crown and a wide robe, his face was ancient, as if he came from the past. He looked at the Buddhas of Mount Ling with a smile that was not a smile, and asked leisurely:

"I saw that you were having a hard time divining, so I came here myself."

"Who wants to try divining the next one?"

The Buddhas swept over the remains of sarira all over the ground, and no one answered for a moment.

"…………"

Wei Yuan took a step forward.

The monks, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas all subconsciously retreated.

The entire Pure Land of Mount Ling was silent.

The Great Buddha was about to reluctantly attack when suddenly, a tall Buddhist Dharma Protector with an eagle on his shoulder stepped forward and shouted:

"Demon, how dare you be so rampant!"

Then, under the surprised gazes of the monks and Buddhas, the Dharma Protector rushed straight towards the mountain god wearing a tall crown and wide robe. His aura was majestic, and when he attacked, there were chants of Buddhist scriptures, which was quite extraordinary. The man with the ancient aura raised his hand and directly caught the Dharma Protector's full-strength attack, without causing the slightest ripple.

The Buddhas were even more shocked and gave up the idea of attacking.

That attack just now had almost exhausted his full strength, but it was easily blocked.

Golden light bloomed on the Dharma Protector's body, as if he was resisting with all his might.

The expression of the man with the ancient face was unwavering, extremely indifferent. The Dharma Protector's actions seemed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and there was even a hint of tragedy. Many monks and Buddhas couldn't help but put their palms together, and couldn't help feeling emotional towards this Dharma Protector.

Wei Yuan held the true spirit's hand in his own.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Buddhist Sect hadn't noticed the problem, he quickly 'copied' the contents of his memories.

Faster, faster…

Unfortunately, the Dharma Protector's position was still a bit low.

Much of the knowledge, as well as the key points of the Buddhist scriptures, and many divine abilities, were vague. He knew a part of them, but when it came to the truly important core, it would be cut off. Wei Yuan originally planned to directly take back this true spirit openly, but when he swept over the reverent appearances of the monks and Buddhas, his heart moved, and he abandoned his original plan.

His expression was calm, and with a flick of his sleeve, the Dharma Protector spat out blood very cooperatively and flew out backwards.

He was caught by the monks and Buddhas.

Only the iron eagle seemed to still want to be commanded by the Dharma Protector to 'attack' the man, but it was directly covered by a sleeve, and there was no sound.

The Buddhas were shocked.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, saw that the monks and Buddhas were all shocked by the aftershock and dared not act rashly. He looked around and saw that it was long gone the solemn and magnificent sight from when he first arrived. It was filled with ruins everywhere. He saw a piece of stone with Buddhist scriptures written on it, and recited it:

'In the Land of Ultimate Bliss, there are seven-jeweled ponds filled with eight kinds of meritorious waters. The bottom of the ponds is purely paved with golden sand. The paths on all four sides are made of gold, silver, lapis lazuli, and glass. There are pavilions above, also decorated with gold, silver, lapis lazuli, glass, tridacna, red pearls, and agate.’

‘In that Buddha Land, heavenly music is constantly played, the ground is golden, and heavenly *mandala* flowers rain down six times day and night.’

‘That Buddha has immeasurable and boundless Shravaka disciples, all Arhats, whose numbers cannot be known. The Bodhisattvas are also like this.’

Wei Yuan looked up at the Pure Land again, and suddenly felt it was extremely ridiculous. It was said to be pure and free, but everywhere were the luxurious enjoyments sought by humans. It was also said that it was not like the hardships of the mortal world. As long as one listened to the Dharma, one would be an Arhat and a Bodhisattva. They denied self-cultivation, and placed all methods of liberation on others.

The method of gaining without working naturally appealed to people.

Wei Yuan casually grabbed a Buddhist banner next to him, twisted his wrist, wrapped the banner itself together, dipped it in the golden Buddhist blood that was everywhere on the ground, and wrote four large characters on the collapsed golden beams and jade pillars in one go. The characters were vigorous and unrestrained, and he only felt comfortable. He swept over the Buddhas, flicked his sleeves, and left.

……………………

Zhang Li Ling caught up with the old monk, who was extremely anxious. He was thinking that if he could drag the Dragon Tiger Mountain into this, and fight the monkey together, it would be better than just their own sect dealing with it. He stepped from the forbidden area into that secret realm.

One by one, they were all lost in thought.

They saw that the Buddhist Pure Land of Mount Ling had been directly turned into a pile of ruins.

The Buddhas had all hidden in advance before people arrived.

Therefore, it was almost as empty as a ghost realm. The old monk's hands trembled, and he could hardly think when he saw this scene. He also saw that the golden beams and jade pillars were lying on the ground, and on them were four large characters, vigorous and unrestrained!

Nonsense!

Zhang Li Ling was stunned, and loudly praised, "Good, good, good!"

"Wonderful!"

"Truly wonderful words!"

Then he looked strangely at the sarira that had been shattered into slag all over the ground, clapped his hands, and sighed, "Master is indeed a master, one word becomes truth, no, I mean, doesn't speak falsely."

"As expected, only rotten stones all over the ground."

"Little Daoist is in awe, in awe."

The old monk pointed at Zhang Li Ling, his hands trembling.

"You, you..."

"Pfft!"

The old monk, who had not gone down the mountain for fifty years, spat out blood and fell directly down, caught by the young monk.

Because he was angered to the point of attacking his heart, or perhaps the blow he received was too great, the injuries of this monk could not be treated in this temple at all. The monk who had walked in upright was carried out horizontally by a group of disciples, and they quickly went down the mountain, crossed the river, and went to the city to seek medical treatment.

Zhang Li Ling sneered, "Fifty years of seclusion, enduring the suffering of the world."

"What 'unmoved by the eight winds'?"

"Wasn't he also blown across the river by a fart?"

The Daoist disciple next to him twitched his mouth and said, "Uncle-Master."

"Hmm?"

"We are Daoists, not Yin-Yang experts..."

"Shut up."

Zhang Li Ling patted the young man on the head, opened his phone, and saw the reply from his grand uncle-master.

He didn't know why, but it took him more than ten minutes to reply with just two sentences.

"It's okay…"

Zhang Ruosu's eyes twitched, and he looked at his friend list. He typed out one word at a time:

"It's our own monkey."

…………………………

Wei Yuan flicked the sarira in his hand.

It seemed that it was enough to give Wu Yi a second path.

Perhaps, a third path was also enough.

ps: Today's first update... 3600 words, I hope the second update can be out before 11 o'clock ~