ATPnovel Chapter 118 Bystander Soldiers
Chapter 118 Bystander Soldiers
The first row of bystander soldiers had already stepped down.
The long spear dragged on the ground, making a series of ear-piercing sounds.
They have no nose or mouth on their faces, only eyes.
Their eyes darted around, making one's scalp tingle.
Pigsy couldn't hold back any longer and swung his rake in a wide arc to smash it.
"Stop pretending! Lie down, you old pig!"
The nine-toothed rake struck the foremost bystander soldier with a resounding thud, the sound like bones shattering. But the next moment, the soldier only swayed, and the gash in his chest, like ink spreading on paper, quickly closed up again.
A chorus of cold, icy voices rang out from the room.
"It seems to have been injured."
"The impact is limited."
"The situation is under control."
Pigsy's eyes widened in surprise.
"What the heck?"
Sun Wukong has also arrived.
The golden cudgel swept out, creating a huge gust of wind that smashed more than a dozen bystander soldiers to pieces. But after landing, those things tumbled twice and then wobbled to their feet.
In the audience, all the eyes blinked in unison.
"The objective has been suppressed."
"But no effective kill was achieved."
Damage assessment reduced.
As these words fell, most of the remaining force from Sun Wukong's blow dissipated.
The monkey raised its eyebrows.
"What a cunning trick."
The Bull Demon King charged forward with his axe and chopped down on the crowd.
The axe flash was fierce.
A trench has been dug into the ground.
Logically, this axe strike should be able to split at least one line.
As a result, the group of bystander soldiers were only knocked back and torn in a few places, but they were not completely dead.
The Bull Demon King looked down at his axe, his face grim.
"I didn't miss."
Chen Fan stood in the middle, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.
He understood.
These things are not strong individually.
The disgusting thing is the act of "watching".
They don't just fight, they also write.
Whoever gets to speak first can change the outcome.
The observer stood on a high place, his cold, vertical gaze dominating the entire scene.
"You are all seated here."
"It's just a play being watched."
"The fate of the characters in the play is for the audience to decide."
As soon as he said that, the second row of bystander soldiers also rushed down.
There are more people.
The weapons have changed too.
There were chain hooks, short knives, and several black rods that looked like judgment pens.
When those black poles were swung through the air, they left behind several lines of gray and white writing.
"Tang Sanzang, step back."
"The white dragon has lost speed."
"The pig demon staggered."
Before the words had even faded, the white dragon horse had only taken half a step when its four hooves seemed to slip into thin air, causing the entire horse to lurch to the side and nearly fall into the pile of soldiers.
Zhu Ganglie fared even worse.
He was standing firmly, but suddenly his body swayed, just like when he was drunk. He slipped and was hit in the face by a spear.
"Holy shit!"
Pigsy clutched his shoulder, cursing angrily.
"These bastards can't even write about people?"
Sha Wujing held his staff in front of Tang Sanzang, and just as he blocked the two long spears, a series of low, unison voices reached his ears.
"Sha Wujing is slow."
"There were gaps in the defense."
The next instant, the third spear seemed to have anticipated the opening and pierced straight at his ribs.
With a soft "poof".
Blood gushed out on the spot.
Sha Wujing grunted and took three steps back.
Tang Sanzang's face darkened, and with a flick of his robe, he shook off the two onlookers who had caught up with him.
"It's not that they're strong."
"They're the ones who call the shots."
Chen Fan suddenly turned his head.
"What do you mean?"
Tang Sanzang stared at the gray characters floating in mid-air, speaking very quickly.
"They narrate first."
"If you downplay the outcome, the injury will seem less severe. If you misrepresent the actions, the person will be misled."
"This is narrative suppression."
Sun Wukong swatted three soldiers away with his staff, then gritted his teeth and said, "Speak like a human."
Tang Sanzang shouted, "Stop talking to them!"
To sum it up in one sentence.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up immediately.
"Did you all hear that?!"
"Shout as you fight!"
"Don't let them speak first!"
Zhu Ganglie looked completely bewildered.
"What are you shouting for?"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed forward.
"Announce the results! The more direct, the better!"
At this moment, a bystander soldier had already approached, and with a stroke of his pen, another line of words appeared in the air.
"Chen Fan couldn't dodge in time—"
Before he could finish writing, Chen Fan swung the fragment of the Immortal Execution Sword and slashed at it, shouting loudly at the same time.
"I'll stab you through the neck with my sword!"
puff!
The sword pierced right through the soldier's neck.
The eyes of the bystander soldiers all twitched, and their heads flew off on the spot.
The gray text in the air shattered instantly.
Chen Fan was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"It's done!"
"If they can write, so can we!"
Sun Wukong reacted the fastest.
The monkey flipped over and charged into the ranks of soldiers, slamming his golden cudgel down on the ground while roaring louder than anyone else.
"This blow will smash half of your bodies!"
boom!
The golden cudgel fell.
The ground exploded.
The seven or eight bystander soldiers in front of him seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer; their bodies shattered from the waist down, splattering white paste and black ash all over the ground, and they could no longer get up.
The audience erupted into chaos for the first time.
The cold, impersonal voices paused.
"Assessment error."
"Narrative conflict".
"Observational offset".
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily, picked up his giant axe, and charged forward.
"You should have said so earlier!"
"With this one axe stroke, I'll cleave a whole bunch of you in two!"
The axe swung in a wide arc and came down.
A snap.
A whole row of bystander soldiers in front of him were split open from head to toe, like wooden stakes cut in half, still twitching as they fell.
The Bull Demon King himself was quite pleased, and he puffed out his chest.
"See that!"
"If I say it's cut off, then it's cut off!"
Pigsy got excited and started smashing things with his rake.
"With this rake from Old Pig, I'll nail your heads into your crotches!"
That's incredibly crude.
The effect, however, was surprisingly severe.
The heads of the three soldiers at the front were smashed so hard they collapsed, half their bodies were buried in the cracks in the ground, and after a couple of flailing limbs, they were still motionless.
Sha Wujing spat out a mouthful of blood and swung his staff out with a backhand motion.
"With this strike, I'll pierce your center line!"
The staff swept across the ground, instantly destroying six of them.
The white dragon horse neighed and leaped down from the air.
"I'll crush your bones!"
Bang bang bang!
Several bystander soldiers had their backs bent, as if they had been crushed by a large stone.
The situation changed suddenly.
The soldiers who were just moments ago disgusting and made people feel restrained have suddenly become things that can be killed.
The key is not strength.
He spoke first.
Whoever fixes the outcome first gains the upper hand.
The observer narrowed his vertical eye.
"Noisy."
It raised its hand and pressed down.
The hundreds of onlookers on the high platform spoke at the same time.
"Tang Sanzang's mind was disturbed."
"Chen Fan misjudged the situation."
"Sun Wukong's staff attack was thwarted."
"The Bull Demon King's axe blade is deflected."
Hundreds of voices overlapped, like a wet cloth suddenly covering everything.
Chen Fan felt a buzzing in his head, and even his steps slowed down a beat.
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, after striking halfway, seemed to sink into the mud.
The Bull Demon King's axe strike was even more outrageous; the axe blade was almost at the enemy's neck when it slid three inches to the side.
"not good!"
Chen Fan's expression changed.
One-on-one is possible.
When the group exerts pressure, they are still the most ruthless.
Tang Sanzang suddenly sat down cross-legged and raised his hand to press his brow.
The next moment, he stopped chanting.
He just yelled it out.
"Wukong's strike shattered the seat in front of him!"
The sound isn't fancy.
It's just very straightforward.
Smash it out like a hammer.
Sun Wukong shuddered, and the slight stiffness on his golden cudgel instantly dissipated.
The monkey grinned and, taking advantage of the momentum, unleashed a sweeping attack.
boom!
The dozen or so steps in front of them exploded at the same time.
Along with the soldiers who were watching from above, they were also swept away and thrown out.
Tang Sanzang's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"It can do it!"
"You don't necessarily have to shout it yourself."
"Anyone can decide for their teammates!"
Chen Fan understood instantly.
This is no longer just about who can talk the fastest.
This is a coordinated team battle.
"Stop fighting your own battles!"
"Shout it out by different people!"
"Someone took action, and someone reports the results!"
As Pigsy swung his rake, he yelled, "Who's going to give this old pig a name to say that's impressive!"
The white dragon horse immediately took over.
"With this rake, Pigsy overturned the troop surge on the left!"
Pigsy laughed wildly and flicked his rake to the left.
The entire troop movement was thrown into chaos.
Sha Wujing replied in a deep voice, "The White Dragon crashed through the second level!"
The white dragon horse's four hooves sank into the air, transforming into a white shadow, and forcefully blasted a large hole in the second level.
Not to be outdone, the Bull Demon King roared at Chen Fan at the top of his lungs.
"Hey kid, shout it for me!"
Chen Fan mustered his courage and shouted.
"With this axe strike, the Bull Demon King cleaved through the spectator seating area, and incidentally shattered thirty of them!"
"good!"
The Bull Demon King lowered his arms and brought his giant axe down.
The railing broke first.
The thirty or so bystander soldiers behind them then exploded.
Wood chips, limb fragments, and black ash were flying everywhere.
The spectators around them were all stunned.
They were standing neatly in rows, but now they've all scattered.
Some of them hadn't even come down yet, but they were already eager to open their mouths.
"The goal is simply—"
"Just your mother!"
Sun Wukong somersaulted into the stands, and casually pointed his staff at it.
"With this blow, I'll smash your mouth and eyes shut!"
The bystander soldier's face was completely distorted.
Eyeballs popped off all over the floor, and it was slippery to step on.
Chen Fan was getting better and better at the game, and his mind was working very fast.
"Brother Monkey, those guys upstairs know how to use group pressure, let's try to get them to talk!"
"Old Niu, cut down the fence, don't let them stand in a row!"
"Old Pig and Old Sandy guarded Tang Sanzang, and Tang Sanzang specifically shouted for them!"
"White Dragon roams to finish off enemies!"
"Zongwu, how are you over there?"
Zong Wu, who hadn't made much of a move, gently turned the question mark wheel pattern on his palm.
He looked at the group of onlookers ahead and spoke calmly.
"You forgot your lines."
A single sentence was uttered.
The group of bystanders who were about to speak suddenly fell silent.
His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
That's such a dirty trick.
"pretty!"
The battlefield immediately advanced.
Sun Wukong was in charge of smashing it.
The Bull Demon King was in charge of opening the line.
Pigsy and Sandy protected the central axis.
The white dragon horse charged back and forth through.
Tang Sanzang, stationed at the rear, sealed the outcome with each sentence.
"Wukong smashes the right side!"
"The old ox splits open the third row!"
"Chen Fan killed five with that one sword strike!"
Every word spoken brings real pain.
Every time a sentence is uttered, the bystander soldier is truly doomed.
The overwhelming tide of soldiers, which had just been suffocating everyone, was on the verge of collapse.
The one who was observing the sutra finally couldn't hold on any longer, and a hint of coldness appeared in his vertical eyes.
"You think you've won just like that?"
It clasped its hands together.
The entire audience suddenly jolted.
Higher up, behind the largest empty chair, a patch of old gold patterns slowly emerged.
Chen Fan was still chasing after a bystander soldier when he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.
He had seen that pattern before.
The old debt pattern of the Buddha.
The last time it lit up, it directly attracted the overwhelming Buddhist aura.
This time, it lit up even faster.
It was as if someone had been waiting on the other end all along.
Tang Sanzang also raised his head, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Chen Fan".
"Something's gotten in through the seam."
The voice just fell.
At the junction of the three realms, a crack appeared.
It's not very big.
Just big enough for one foot to step in.
There was no sound when that foot stepped down.
But the entire banquet, including all the onlookers, paused for a moment.
The next instant, a shadow shrouded in old Buddha light emerged halfway out of the crack.
It didn't look at anyone else.
The blurry face turned directly towards Chen Fan.
Chapter 206 The True Form of Tathagata
The shadow, shrouded in the old Buddha's light, only stepped out halfway.
The room fell silent.
It's not that no one is taking action.
Even the thought of moving felt like it was being held down.
The soldiers who were closest to the scene, still holding their long spears, suddenly felt their knees buckle, as if their leg bones had suddenly shortened by half an inch, and they all knelt down with a thud.
The debtor's mutilated body was still struggling.
They were like they'd met their ancestors.
It didn't even dare to lift its head, dragging its broken body backward. It retreated so quickly that half of its skeleton scraped sparks off the mat.
The cataloger's face showed him flipping through pages haphazardly.
He had just tried to get closer.
He now shrank back into the shadows of the stands, even his breathing was very light, as if he was afraid that the shadow would look at him again.
Zhu Bajie swallowed hard and muttered a curse under his breath.
"Damn, this thing has a pretty big background."
Sun Wukong remained silent.
He gripped the stick tighter, his eyes fixed on the crack.
Tang Sanzang stood to the side and behind Chen Fan, his prayer beads had stopped, and he had stopped chanting.
Chen Fan looked up and watched as the shadow stepped completely inside.
It's not tall.
He's not strong either.
He looked like a very ordinary monk.
The aura emanating from him was not bright; it was old and worn, like the shadow of a robe that had been pulled out of incense ash.
But with each step it took forward, the entire audience area sank a little deeper.
The largest empty chair on the high floor was not struck for the first time.
It's as if it's waiting for it to speak.
The shadow stopped, but its face was still blurry.
There was only one pair of eyes, like two lamps suppressing the flames, which first looked at the principal debtor and then glanced at the cataloger.
The principal debtor immediately kowtowed.
"See...see the Dharma form."
The cataloger also lowered his head, his voice dry.
"The Buddhist movement arrived faster than I expected."
The shadow spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
But everyone could hear it clearly.
"Who holds the Ninth Old Debt?"
It's not a question.
It's roll call.
All eyes at the table instantly fell on Chen Fan.
Even the bystanders instinctively took a half step back.
Chen Fan's palms were burning hot.
The wheel imprint spun even faster.
The system seemed to be triggered by something, and a series of urgent prompts popped up.
[High debt repayment authority detected]
[Objective: The Dharma Image of the Tathagata's Repayment of Debts]
[Danger Level: Extremely High]
[WARNING: This target is not the real person]
Not the real person.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
It is not the true form of the Buddha.
But just one image of the Dharma was enough to make both the debtor and the cataloger unable to lift their heads.
How outrageous must the real person be?
When Zhu Bajie heard the words "not the real Zhu Bajie," his face turned green.
"This isn't the real body?"
Sun Wukong sneered, spun his golden cudgel, and smashed it onto the mat.
"So what if it's not the real thing?"
"Dare to reach out, and we'll beat you."
Then the Dharma Image looked at Sun Wukong.
Just one glance.
Three cracks appeared on the stone beneath Sun Wukong's feet.
But the monkey didn't retreat; instead, it took half a step forward and grinned.
"What are you looking at?"
"Old Sun still remembers the debt of suppressing me for five hundred years."
Faxiang did not respond to this.
Its eyes returned to Chen Fan.
"Hand over the true core."
Four words.
It's frighteningly straightforward.
"The ninth old debt should have been settled by the Buddhist community."
"You are not qualified."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the newly formed onlookers around the stands lowered their heads, as if tacitly agreeing with his words.
The debtor knelt there and hurriedly followed suit.
"Yes, yes, the ninth old debt was originally owed to the Buddhist sect!"
"He's just stealing!"
"He only grabbed the keyhole; he has no right to touch the core!"
The cataloger remained silent.
But he retreated even further.
It's clear they don't want to get involved at this time.
Chen Fan looked at the image and suddenly smiled.
"You're quite the smooth talker."
"The person who owes money has come to collect the debt."
"Where's your face?"
The entire room fell silent.
Zhu Ganglie turned his head and glanced at Chen Fan, as if he were looking at a madman.
How dare you talk to this thing like that?
The Dharma image remained unchanged.
Those eyes were still so intimidating.
Chen Fan raised his hand, pointed to the principal debtor, and then pointed to the empty chair high up.
"I don't care who bears the ninth old debt."
"All I know is that the fact that Eukaryote ended up in my hands means that the old mess has gone wrong."
"You Buddhist sects use ledgers to coerce people. After you've done that, you want to take the nuclear core back."
"What? Others bear the debt, you eat the meat, and others shoulder the blame?"
"You get all the good things?"
The principal debtor's face twitched as he listened.
It wanted to curse.
Since the Buddha didn't speak, it didn't dare to interrupt.
Sun Wukong grinned and immediately continued.
"Chen Fan is right."
"Your Lingshan people are the best at this."
"First talk about fate, then talk about rules. Wait until others are about to turn their fortunes around, then reach out and take it all."
"If you can't take it away, then fabricate a crime against it."
Tang Sanzang also raised his head, his voice not loud, but very steady.
"If it is truly an old debt of Buddhism, then Buddhism should first lay out the old accounts."
"Who lent it, how much was borrowed, how was the debt incurred, and how much interest was added?"
"Don't try to take people away with just a word about ownership."
For the first time, Faxiang remained silent for a moment.
The next moment, it raised its hand.
A giant image formed from the light emanating from between the fingers.
That's not a scripture.
It's not a magic circle either.
It looks more like a tattered master plan.
The diagram contained countless rotating lines, like gears or river channels. Each line eventually converged on a central void. That void perfectly aligned with the area of heat emanating from Chen Fan's palm.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The system immediately displayed red text.
[Projection of the Other Shore Engine master plan detected]
Match rate: 31%
[WARNING: Buddhist sect possesses source core fragmentation diagram]
Pigsy opened his mouth wide.
"The engine of the other side?"
"Why does this name sound like the ancestral grave of your crappy system?"
Chen Fan ignored him.
He stared at the master plan, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
He always knew that there was a problem with a system without morality.
I also know that this thing can't just appear out of thin air.
But he never expected that the Buddhist sect actually possessed a portion of the source core master map.
The Dharma image opens its mouth.
"The eukaryote you possess is incomplete."
"A corner of the Buddhist palm."
"A corner of the Heavenly Court's palm."
"The rest were scattered on the old mats."
"You just got the key by sheer luck."
Its sound is still not loud.
Each word was like a nail, hammering into someone's forehead.
"Hand it over."
"I can settle your ninth old debt."
After hearing this, Chen Fan felt even more inclined to curse.
Will you settle this for me?
This is blatant robbery, and you're making it sound like you're doing a good deed.
The creditor's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked up and exclaimed, "It's an immense blessing for Lord Faxiang to personally accept the document! Chen Fan, why don't you kneel down and thank him!"
Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes.
"You old dog, you looked like you were about to die just now, but now you're alive again."
The principal debtor's face froze.
I didn't dare to talk back.
He only dared to glare at Zhu Bajie.
Chen Fan took a step forward.
He didn't look at the principal debtor, but stared at the image of the deity.
"I see."
"No wonder you took on the ninth old debt as soon as you arrived."
"It's not that you want to uphold justice."
"It's because you're afraid that eukaryotes will grow legs and run away."
"The overall blueprint for the Other Shore Engine is too incomplete in your hands. You can't fill it. Now that you see me making progress in filling it, you can't sit still."
The two points of fire in Faxiang's eyes flickered slightly.
They didn't admit it.
They didn't deny it.
Chen Fan felt even more confident.
He is most afraid that the other person doesn't care about anything.
If the Tathagata lineage is truly after the true core, then it means that this thing is worth more than he estimated.
Moreover, the Buddhist community was not fully assembled.
It's okay if you didn't collect them all.
If not all of them are collected, everyone will have to fight for them.
If you grab something, you'll have room to maneuver.
Sun Wukong understood and chuckled.
"To put it bluntly, you guys didn't even figure it out yourselves, so you wanted to just take what was already there."
"That's wishful thinking."
Fa Xiang finally shifted his gaze from Chen Fan and scanned the room.
This time, the entire audience sank down again.
Several bystander soldiers' kneecaps shattered, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"I am not here to argue with you."
"I've come to reclaim the Buddhist assets."
As soon as those words were spoken...
Tang Sanzang's expression suddenly changed.
Chen Fan's heart sank.
really.
The other side isn't just targeting the core.
They even set their sights on Tang Sanzang.
Faxiang slowly raised his hand.
The hand looked ordinary, with long, slender fingers, but an ancient Buddhist seal appeared in the palm.
The text in the Indian version is not scripture.
It's a name.
One name after another.
Chen Xuanzang.
Jin Chanzi.
The pilgrim on the pilgrimage.
A vehicle for Buddhism to save sentient beings.
Line after line emerged from that Buddha seal.
It's as if it was written long ago, just waiting for this moment to be revealed to others.
Tang Sanzang stared at the words, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.
The veins on his forehead were bulging.
"fart."
This was the first time he had ever been so direct in his criticism.
Zhu Bajie was stunned for a moment.
Faxiang didn't look at him, but simply stretched out his hand and made a gesture in the air.
With that swipe, it seemed as if an old contract had been forcibly pulled out from above Tang Sanzang's head. It was translucent, yellowish, and cracked at the edges. It was covered with countless Buddhist markings.
Upon seeing this, the principal creditor's voice trembled with excitement.
"Asset deed!"
"It's still there! It's still there!"
The cataloger hid in the back, his eyes darting around, clearly not expecting the Buddhist sect to have this trick up their sleeve.
Sun Wukong's eyes instantly turned red, and he swung his staff to smash it.
Chen Fan grabbed him.
"etc!"
"Don't smash things indiscriminately!"
As soon as the old contract appeared, Chen Fan's palm system started flashing notifications like crazy.
[WARNING: Old-era bound documents detected]
[Target: Tang Sanzang]
[Status: Redefinable]
If the other party completes the ownership rewriting, the target will revert to Buddhist assets.
Tang Sanzang took half a step back, and the golden cicada mark on his neck, which had long since faded, suddenly lit up again.
One by one, the prayer beads in his hand broke apart.
*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*
The sound wasn't loud.
Each blow felt like a blow to everyone's heart.
The Dharma Image continued to descend with its fingers.
"Xuanzang, file away."
"Re-listed under the Buddhist name."
The old contract was suddenly unfolded.
All the Buddhist seals pressed down on Tang Sanzang's brow.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand to block, but as soon as he lifted his sleeve, he was frozen in place, unable to even straighten his back.
Sun Wukong roared and raised his golden cudgel with a thunderous crash.
Pigsy also charged forward, wielding his nine-toothed rake.
The scorching marks on Chen Fan's palms burned painfully, almost piercing through his skin and flesh.
He stared at the old contract that had been pressed down, and suddenly noticed a line of tiny, illegible writing at the very bottom of the contract.
It looks like someone deliberately scraped off half of it.
His eyes changed, and he suddenly shouted:
"Monkey King, don't attack the Dharma Image!"
"Draw that contract!"
Chapter 207 Buddhist Assets
"Draw that contract!"
As soon as Chen Fan shouted, Sun Wukong flipped his wrist, and the staff that was originally going to smash the old Buddha's image was deflected by half an inch.
The golden cudgel didn't hit his face.
He stabbed directly at the old contract that was pressing down on Tang Sanzang.
boom!
The moment the stick touched it, the small print on the edge of the contract, half of which had been scraped off, suddenly lit up.
It's like a wound that's been hidden for a long time, suddenly being ripped open.
With a shake of the entire contract paper, the Buddha's image scattered wildly.
The words above, which were pressing down on Tang Sanzang's brow, also became crooked.
The old Buddha's image bowed its head for the first time.
There was finally a slight pause on its face, which was otherwise obscured.
"You can even see this gap."
Chen Fan's palm was burning hot. He turned the wheel seal around and grinned, cursing, "You Buddhist monks don't even keep clean accounts."
Zhu Ganglie was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Old Chen, you're absolutely right!"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the nine-toothed rake and smashed it down from the side.
click!
A tear appeared in the middle of the old contract.
It's not very long.
enough.
As soon as that line appeared, the pressure on Tang Sanzang eased a bit.
Tang Sanzang took a deep breath; his forehead was covered in sweat, his sleeves were still raised in the air, and his arms were trembling.
He looked up at the Dharma image.
Faxiang was also looking at him.
The onlookers all stopped.
Even the Observer's vertical eye narrowed slightly.
Everyone can see it.
This is not ordinary repression.
This is a retraction.
To reclaim something that was already registered long ago.
The old Buddhist monk's voice was very calm, as if he were reciting a scripture that had been written long ago.
"Jin Chan's old name has not been cancelled."
"The identity of the pilgrim has not been extinguished."
"Buddhist assets should belong to Buddhism."
As the last four words were written, the entire old contract unfolded, transforming into a yellowed directory.
The top is covered with dense text.
Chen Fan glanced at it and felt a chill run down his spine.
It's not a name.
It is a serial number.
Page after page of pilgrims, batch after batch of Buddhist pawns, like ledgers on a shelf, categorized by type.
And Tang Sanzang's group was prominently located in the very middle.
The target is very high.
It's like they're afraid people will forget.
Zhu Ganglie's smile vanished.
He gripped the rake, his teeth grinding together.
"assets?"
"In the eyes of you bald monks, my master is just a piece of trash?"
Sun Wukong was even more straightforward.
He stepped forward, and his monkey hair stood on end.
Say it again.
The old Buddhist monk ignored him.
It raised a hand and gently touched Tang Sanzang.
That was a very light touch.
Tang Sanzang let out a muffled groan, feeling as if someone had ripped something out of his chest; his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.
Chen Fan's expression changed drastically.
The lingering remnant of the old Golden Cicada within Tang Sanzang's body was forcibly pulled out.
not all.
First, a wisp.
Then came the second thread, and then the third thread.
A dark golden phantom slowly rose from behind Tang Sanzang. Its outline was similar to his, but its aura was much older and colder.
The phantom had its eyes half-closed, as if it had been asleep for many years.
The old Buddha spoke softly.
"Return to your place."
As soon as that sound was heard, the dark gold phantom suddenly opened its eyes.
Tang Sanzang's shoulder suddenly felt heavy.
His once clear eyes suddenly became clouded with two layers of something.
The first floor is himself.
The first floor contains the old Golden Cicada.
Chen Fan's heart sank.
This is not a typical intrusion.
This is using the past to suppress the present.
If that lingering regret were to become a reality, half of the self that Tang Sanzang had earned along the way would be destroyed on the spot.
Tang Sanzang gritted his teeth, blood already trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand to form a hand seal, but his hand froze in mid-air halfway up.
That lingering resentment is snatching his hand, his mouth, and his thoughts.
"This humble monk..."
His voice changed as soon as he started speaking.
The second half of the sentence sounded like someone else was speaking.
"...He should have returned to Buddhism."
Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly turned red.
"It belongs to your ancestors!"
He picked up the stick, ready to smash it.
Chen Fan grabbed him.
"Don't do anything rash. Breaking the Dharma image won't help. We need to protect Tang Sanzang first."
"How can we protect it!"
Sun Wukong turned his head, his voice hoarse.
Chen Fan didn't reply to him.
He stared at Tang Sanzang's chest.
The first page of the scripture, the second page of the scripture, are both shaking.
The items we fought so hard to snatch are finally showing signs of life.
"Old Tang!"
Chen Fan roared at Tang Seng.
"What's written on the first page!"
Tang Sanzang's head was lowered, and half of his face was twitching.
It was as if two thoughts were arguing in his mind.
He didn't respond.
Chen Fan roared again.
"Who retrieved page two for you?!"
This time, Tang Sanzang's eyelids twitched suddenly.
Inside the Buddhist robe on his chest, the corner of a piece of paper lit up first.
Immediately afterwards, the second light also lit up.
The two pages of the scripture did not fly out.
It just heats up inside his body.
The heat was strange; it didn't resemble Buddha's light, nor did it seem like demonic energy.
It was more like two people who had already written on the paper were standing beside him, pressing down on his shoulders to prevent him from backing away.
The old Golden Cicada paused noticeably for a moment.
It seemed that it hadn't expected that Tang Sanzang had other roots within him.
For the first time, the old Buddhist monk's voice deepened slightly.
"External economics can protect its old name, but it cannot protect its old master."
As it spoke, it clenched its five fingers.
The yellowed list crashed down.
Tang Sanzang bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood didn't hit the ground.
The first page of the scripture was opened first.
The previously blurry characters gradually emerged, stroke by stroke.
It wasn't written to him by anyone.
It's like something he forcibly left behind along his own journey.
The second page was also turned.
Two pages of scripture, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched that lingering, dark gold thought.
Old Golden Cicada looked up with lingering regret, his expression showing a change for the first time.
It felt like I'd stumbled upon something I shouldn't have.
Tang Sanzang was panting heavily, and he slowly straightened up, supporting himself on his knees.
The Dharma image is still being suppressed.
The list is still ringing.
The lingering resentment behind him still wanted to push forward.
But he finally raised his head.
The confusion remained in those eyes, but a fierce determination also emerged.
"Take refuge in Buddhism?"
He repeated it in a low voice.
The next moment, he raised his hand and tore off a piece from his sleeve.
Sun Wukong was taken aback.
Zhu Ganglie was also stunned.
Chen Fan immediately understood what he was going to do, and his eyes lit up instantly.
Tang Sanzang neither tried to snatch the Dharma image nor touched the lingering remnant.
He took two fingers together, dipped them in the blood from the corner of his mouth, and wrote directly on the torn sleeve.
As the first stroke was made, the old Buddha image was suddenly enveloped in a burst of Buddha light.
It's like someone crossed out a line in the general ledger.
With the second stroke, the first page of the scripture shook even more violently.
As the third stroke fell, the second page of the scripture also resounded.
Tang Sanzang wrote very slowly.
My hands were shaking.
The characters, however, are very heavy.
Every stroke looked like it was smashed down.
"I am neither a Buddhist asset nor a template for anyone."
One line of text is finished.
The blood on the cut sleeve hadn't dried yet.
The entire audience fell silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the first page of the scripture turned over with a bang.
The second page of the book closed at the same time, then suddenly sprang open again.
The two pages were rolled up into a beam of light, sweeping directly over the yellowed list.
puff!
The column in the middle of the list that read "Jin Chan Old Account" immediately went dark.
The words "Buddhist assets" at the end looked like they had been scalded by fire, instantly curling up and crumbling.
The old Buddhist image finally retreated half a step.
Just half a step.
The entire audience was already shaken enough.
The Observer stared at Tang Sanzang with his vertical eye, a hint of surprise and doubt appearing in his eyes for the first time.
The soldiers who were watching from the sidelines were even more stunned.
They looked at it as if it were a boxed item that had suddenly jumped out of the ledger and casually erased the number.
Zhu Ganglie was the first to react, and he couldn't stop laughing.
"good!"
"Master, this sentence is poorly written!"
Sun Wukong grinned, and the fire in his eyes instantly turned into a bright light.
"Monk, you've done it!"
Tang Sanzang's chest was still heaving.
He looked at the words on the cut sleeve, as if he were looking at himself.
That lingering, dark gold remnant hasn't dissipated yet.
It stood behind him, its face growing increasingly stiff, as if it was defiant and wanted to squeeze back in.
Without turning his head, Tang Sanzang slapped his own chest with his palm.
"Go back."
This wasn't a hard hit.
The lingering resentment was simultaneously suppressed by the two pages of the scripture, causing its form to weaken by a third.
The old Buddhist monk said coldly, "By rejecting the old name, you are rejecting the very foundation of Buddhism."
Tang Sanzang looked up at it, his voice not loud, but each word was sharp and forceful.
"What I refuse is the page you wrote for me."
"A cicada is a cicada."
"Tang Sanzang is Tang Sanzang."
"Today I acknowledge myself."
As soon as these words were uttered, the blood-red characters on the cut sleeve suddenly flew up.
Just paste that list directly.
With a hissing sound.
The entire directory split in half.
All the numbers above are completely messed up.
The words "asset archiving," "old account recycling," and "template modification" all started to become distorted.
It's like a well-functioning accounting system suddenly having its master ledger taken away.
The Buddha's aura emanating from the old Buddha statue flickered.
It looked down at Tang Sanzang, finally losing its previous nonchalant calm.
This was exactly what Chen Fan had been waiting for.
He kept staring at the image of the Buddha's chest.
There has been a dark pattern flashing there since just now.
After the old contract was unfolded, the dark pattern became clearer.
Like a hidden structural diagram.
It is not scripture.
It is not the Buddha's Seal.
It looks more like a disassembly diagram of some kind of core component.
The engine on the other side.
Chen Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
He's been eyeing this thing for a long time.
Currently, the definition of legal assets is invalid, the entire recovery logic is flawed, and the hidden issues will only be exposed in an instant.
Once you miss it, it's gone.
"Monkey King, Pigsy, keep the show going!"
Before Chen Fan could finish speaking, he had already rushed out.
Sun Wukong swept his staff across, knocking over two rows of onlookers who rushed forward.
Pigsy was equally ruthless, swinging his nine-toothed rake in a wide arc and smashing it hard against the side of the Buddha image.
"Old Chen, hurry up!"
Chen Fan rushed to the area below the Dharma image projection and pressed his palm wheel directly onto it.
With a sizzling sound.
Like pressing a hand into a hot iron.
His face turned pale for a moment, his teeth clenched tightly, and his other hand quickly tried to pick at the dark pattern.
"Get out here!"
The wheel tracks spun wildly.
The structural diagram on the Buddha's chest was peeled away inch by inch.
A section.
Two sections.
In the third section, the Buddha's light on the Dharma image suddenly surged back.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest, and his mouth was filled with a metallic taste.
The system prompted that the device should be blown up immediately.
[Incomplete architecture detected in the Other Shore Engine]
[Can be included]
[Warning: There is a 70% chance of data loss during recording.]
"Seventy percent my ass."
Chen Fan cursed and pressed down hard with his palm.
A section of light pattern was forcibly torn out from the projection of the Dharma image.
The light pattern landed in my hand and instantly shrank into a small section of intertwined gold and black lines.
Become!
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, and he turned and retreated.
The old Buddhist image was also completely stabilized at this time.
It looked down at the missing piece of its chest, then at Chen Fan.
The temperature in the entire venue seemed to drop a level.
Those who observed the sutra, the soldiers who were bystanders, and the fragments of the Wheel of Deletion all fell silent.
Everyone knows that.
Just now, not only did Tang Sanzang break free from his previous definition, but Chen Fan also managed to snatch a real object from the Buddha's projection.
That was a really hard slap in the face.
The old Buddha remained silent for two breaths.
Then, it looked at Sun Wukong.
The blurry face suddenly became a fraction clearer than before.
The voice was still faint.
It's colder than before.
"Then let's take care of the monkeys first."
Sun Wukong sneered and paused with his golden cudgel.
"You give it a try."
The voice just fell.
Above the seam between the three realms, a very faint golden sound suddenly came.
It's not like a clash of weapons.
It's like something has finally been put together, the last link in the chain.
Chen Fan suddenly looked up.
Deep within the rift in the sky, a phantom, heavier than any of the previous golden hoops, was slowly pressing down.
It's not the old headband on Sun Wukong's head.
It's not the imitation shackle from Flower Fruit Mountain.
That thing is terrifyingly big.
It's like it was specially designed for a mountain.
Before it had even fully landed, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel had already begun to vibrate, its shaft emitting a piercing sound inch by inch.
Tang Sanzang's face turned pale.
Pigsy's cursing even changed tone.
"This... is it real?"
Chen Fan stared at the ultimate golden hoop phantom, the architectural diagram he had just snatched in his palm burning hot.
The next instant, the enormous golden headband crashed down towards Sun Wukong's head.
Chapter 208 The Ultimate Golden Hoop
When the golden hoop phantom crashed down, the entire audience sank.
It's not light pressing down.
It's the name that's been suppressed.
Sun Wukong raised his staff first.
boom!
The golden cudgel slammed down head-on, sending sparks flying and bending the cudgel into an exaggerated arc, as if it were about to break. But the illusory golden cudgel didn't even flinch; instead, it pressed down along the cudgel, faster and faster.
Sun Wukong slipped, and the sole of his shoe scraped two long marks on the mat.
Pigsy's eyelids twitched as he watched, and his voice cracked as he cursed.
"Does this thing even have any sense of reason?!"
Sun Wukong bared his teeth, and the veins on his arms bulged out.
"Old Sun has fought real ones, fake ones, broken ones, and patched ones."
"I've never seen anyone who doesn't get beaten up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ultimate golden headband suddenly shrank.
Click.
A crisp sound.
It's not that the clamp broke.
It's the protective layer on the outside of the Golden Cudgel that's cracked.
Tang Sanzang's expression changed instantly. He raised his hand and formed a hand seal, sending streams of scripture patterns rushing upwards to entangle the illusory figure. The moment the scripture patterns touched the edge of the golden headband, they spontaneously combusted, burning away like strips of paper thrown into a furnace in the blink of an eye.
Tang Sanzang flicked his wrist, and his palm was scorched.
"It's not suppression."
"This is a conclusion."
Chen Fan's mind went blank for a moment.
Confirmed.
As soon as those two words were uttered, he understood immediately.
This is no ordinary magic weapon.
This thing isn't meant to constrict the body.
It came looking for "that Sun Wukong".
As long as you give the same answer, it will definitely be locked.
"Monkey King, retreat!"
Chen Fan roared, his palm seal flipped up, and the reverse hoop seal rushed out from his sleeve, turning into a black and red mark, which met the ultimate golden hoop head-on.
The moment the two touched, the surrounding air immediately emitted a tooth-grinding friction sound.
The black and red marks were not broken.
But it still couldn't push it open.
It simply forced a half-foot gap under the ultimate golden headband.
Chen Fan's palm split open instantly, and blood flowed down his wrist.
The system's light screen flickered wildly in front of his eyes.
[The reverse hoop seal is under pressure]
Current disassembly progress: 7%
[Target level too high]
[It can only delay, not cure]
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
really.
The architecture diagrams he had previously stolen were useful, but not used enough.
This is not a hoop.
This is a summary ledger with several versions stacked together.
The soldiers on the high vantage point of the stands all stopped.
Even the Observer's vertical eye shrank slightly.
They clearly didn't expect to force this thing out.
The creditor, kneeling in the distance, saw this scene and a trembling smile appeared on his face.
"It's over..."
"It's really over..."
"That's not for the monkey in the picture now."
"That's for all the monkeys!"
The cataloger collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling.
"It falls down, and it doesn't care whether you hit it or not."
"It only cares whether you're the one it's looking for..."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie swung his rake and smashed it down.
"Shut up!"
With a resounding crash, the nine-toothed rake slammed half of the creditor's body into the mat. The creditor coughed up blood, yet still laughed, a shrill, weak laugh.
"What do you know?"
"That monkey was already being watched when it came out of the rock."
"What 'Havoc in Heaven' and what 'Journey to the West'? They're all just old tales."
"As long as he still admits it, he can't escape."
"You can't escape!"
Upon hearing the last three words, Sun Wukong's eyes blazed with fury.
"Screw you!"
He snatched back the golden cudgel and swung it backhand.
This blow won't break the band.
He smashed himself on the head.
boom!
The shadow of the stick soared into the sky.
The entire mat was flipped up to a new layer.
The handrails of more than a dozen rows of seats next to them snapped off with a crack, and many of the spectators who couldn't even stand still tumbled down.
But the ultimate golden headband still didn't dissipate.
Not only did it not dissipate.
Instead, it used the recoil from the blow to press down another three inches.
It was less than a foot away from Sun Wukong's forehead.
Zhu Bajie's face turned pale.
"Brother Monkey, don't be reckless!"
"It's been waiting for you to recognize this!"
Yang Jian stood at the very edge, staring intently at the band, his three eyes scanning the area.
Only then did he suddenly speak.
"It's not a matter of magical power."
Chen Fan suddenly turned his head.
Yang Jian stared at Sun Wukong, his voice low but sharp.
This is cross-version locking.
"They are looking for the same target."
"The more you prove you are Sun Wukong, the more accurate it will be."
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
Correct.
This is it.
This thing doesn't rely on sheer strength to overpower people.
It relies on defining who to lock in.
It locks up "Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven".
The target locked up was the one who sprang from a stone, wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, escorted the journey to the West, and was destined to be bound by a shackle.
As long as you stay on this line, it will definitely trap you.
Chen Fan quickly asked, "Then how do we dismantle it?"
Yang Jian's eyes turned cold.
"deny."
"To deny it at its root."
"It's not about breaking the hoop."
"It's so that it can't find the right person to wear it."
Sun Wukong grinned, his forehead already bleeding from being pressed.
"Easy for you to say."
"If Old Sun isn't Old Sun, then who else could he be?"
Even Chen Fan was momentarily speechless upon hearing this.
Yes.
Denial is a simple concept.
But Sun Wukong fought his way to this day because of this very spirit.
You want him to admit that he's not the monkey?
What's the difference between this and killing him?
Tang Sanzang suddenly took a step forward.
He still had the bruises from the contract pressing on his forehead, but his voice was steady.
"I'm not asking you to admit defeat."
"It's to let you interrupt."
"Buddhism says you are that monkey."
"The Heavenly Court says you are that monkey."
"The story also describes you as that monkey."
"They wrote it first, and then used it to trick you."
"We need to change that passage."
Zong Wu also raised his hand, and the "?" mark on his palm spun rapidly, like a fiery wheel about to explode.
"I'll ask."
"If the question is challenging enough, it can't follow the old answer."
Chen Fan immediately responded.
"I use the system to remove target tags."
"All three floors move together."
Before Pigsy could fully understand, he roared, "Then what am I supposed to do?"
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
"Anyone who dares to interrupt, you'll get your hands on them."
"I'm good at this!"
Pigsy, carrying a rake, turned around and stood guard on the outer edge, baring his teeth at the restless onlookers like a wild dog about to bite.
The large, blurry figure high above moved slightly again.
It's like watching a play.
The Observer lowered his gaze and spoke coldly, "You can't change."
"What you see will not be seen in vain."
Zongwu looked up and retorted directly.
"Having seen it doesn't mean it's decided."
"It only counts if you ask."
He took a step forward and stood directly in front of Sun Wukong.
The ultimate golden headband was only inches away from him, pressing down on his hair and making it fly backward. But he didn't back down; he raised his hand and pointed at the headband.
"I'm asking you."
"Who are you trying to trap?"
The golden hoop did not respond.
The light was just heavier.
The question mark on Zongwu's palm suddenly lit up.
"Are you referring to the creatures of Flower Fruit Mountain, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the stone monkey on his journey to the West, or an old name from the Buddhist register?"
With a single strike, the ultimate golden hoop paused for a split second, for the first time.
Only for a moment.
But everyone saw it.
efficient!
The creditor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, muttering, "Impossible... how could it be stumped by questioning?"
Tang Sanzang immediately continued.
He clasped his hands together, but did not chant any scriptures.
They were reading a story.
"In the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, in the Kingdom of Aolai, on Flower and Fruit Mountain, a celestial stone burst open, giving birth to a spirit monkey."
"This monkey traveled across the ocean, learned his skills, and returned home, calling himself the Handsome Monkey King."
"Later they accepted the imperial pardon, then rebelled against Heaven, and then traveled west—"
He suddenly stopped reading at this point.
Then, he changed his words, one word at a time.
"No."
"This is incorrect."
"Those who accepted the imperial pardon are not the monkeys of today."
"The protector of the West is not the monkey of today."
"The monkeys of today have already changed their path at the foot of Five Finger Mountain."
With each word he spoke, the ultimate golden headband trembled slightly.
It's like someone forcibly crossing out the original sentences in an old book.
The system screen in front of Chen Fan flashed wildly.
[Target narrative loosening detected]
[Undefined Channel Enabled]
[Whether or not to access the site without ethical corrections]
Chen Fan gritted his teeth.
"catch!"
The next instant, the system displayed a string of black text.
Please redefine the target.
[Current candidate: Sun Wukong, the Monkey King]
[Should it be changed to: Free individual in Flower Fruit Mountain / Newcomer after Five Finger Mountain / Not a predetermined pilgrimage target?]
Chen Fan cursed as he vomited blood.
"Now you're offering multiple-choice questions!"
Despite the cursing, his hand didn't stop; he raised it and pressed down.
Select all three options.
hum!
The reverse headband suddenly expanded, transforming into three layers of rings that were placed above Sun Wukong's head, fiercely clashing with the ultimate golden headband.
Sun Wukong groaned, his knees bending half an inch from the pressure.
Chen Fan shouted, "Brother Monkey, don't think like that!"
"When it asks who you are, don't immediately recognize that old name!"
Sun Wukong stared intently ahead.
The fire in his eyes was still burning.
But this time, there was an unusual sense of chaos in the fire.
He emerged from the stone and called himself Sun Wukong for hundreds of years.
When he stormed the Heavenly Court, he was Sun Wukong.
Even when he was trapped under the mountain, he was still Sun Wukong.
Now you want him to release this name first?
This is harder than carrying a knife.
The person observing the scriptures from above sneered.
"He doesn't even dare to recognize who he is."
"You dare call yourself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"
In short, it's like a needle pricking you.
The veins in Sun Wukong's neck suddenly bulged.
He almost blurted out a curse back.
Yang Jian suddenly threw a spear.
It's not about fighting the enemy.
It was nailed to Sun Wukong's feet.
The three-pointed, double-edged spear hummed, its butt still swaying.
Yang Jian stared at him, his voice not loud.
Don't fall for it.
"It's just waiting for you to admit it."
Sun Wukong's chest heaved, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.
Pigsy got angry and started cursing at the sky.
"What utter nonsense about being equal to Heaven!"
"The Monkey King is truly the Monkey King!"
Tang Sanzang immediately shouted, "Don't shout out names randomly!"
Pigsy was taken aback and quickly shut his mouth.
Zong Wu's palms were cracked and bleeding, but he continued to ask questions.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Is it the monkey in the book, the monkey in the mouths of onlookers, or the monkey used to enlighten the three realms?"
If neither of these apply.
"What right do you have to fall behind!"
Three questions in a row.
The ultimate golden headband was indeed caught off guard by the question.
But it only paused.
The next instant, an ancient talisman suddenly emerged from inside the golden hoop.
It is older than all the previous Buddhist seals.
It looks like it was carved a long time ago.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine after just one glance.
This wasn't added after the westward journey.
This is something from earlier in the story.
Even before Sun Wukong was born, some people had already made a plan for "that monkey".
"Oh shit."
"Playing so early?"
The system also started shrilling.
【warning】
[Source-level identifier detected]
[Current fixes are insufficient]
[It is recommended to continue to break down the self-definition]
The ultimate golden headband pressed down again.
Half a foot.
Three inches.
One inch.
Even with blood seeping from the corner of Tang Sanzang's mouth, he was still reciting the story of repentance.
Zong Wu's voice was hoarse, and the lines on his palm flickered uncertainly.
Chen Fan's reverse seal almost broke open, and the skin and flesh on his arm tore in pieces.
Yang Jian stared intently at the band, his third eye on his forehead widening little by little, as if searching for a deeper crack.
But it's still a little short.
It's just missing that last sentence.
It's just that Sun Wukong himself won't say it.
Sun Wukong stared at the approaching golden headband, his breathing growing heavier.
He is the least afraid of head-on confrontation in his life.
I hate this kind of thing that doesn't let you fight, but only makes you acknowledge it.
I admit defeat.
If you don't acknowledge it, you have to dismantle even yourself first.
At that moment, the ultimate golden headband finally landed on his forehead.
A light touch.
There was no loud noise.
There was no explosion.
Only a dry, old voice came from inside the hoop, as if no one had spoken in a long time, its tone hoarse and hoarse.
"You admit it."
"Am I that monkey?"
Chapter 209 I Only Recognize This Life
After that voice fell, the entire audience fell silent for a moment.
Like all the bystanders, the soldiers were waiting.
Wait for Sun Wukong to nod.
When he himself admitted that he was just a name from beginning to end, an old play, a monkey whose story had been written long ago.
The ultimate golden headband hovered in front of his forehead, not completely falling down.
But the pressure had already created a crack around the surface of the mat beneath his feet.
Sun Wukong grinned, his teeth clenched with malice.
"You're asking if I'm that monkey?"
The old voice rang out again.
"Acknowledgement, the reins return to their rightful place."
"To refuse to acknowledge it is to shatter one's reputation and blood."
Pigsy's scalp tingled at the sound of it. He grabbed his rake and cursed, "This piece of junk is supposed to be scary? Come at me if you dare!"
No one cares about him.
All eyes were on Sun Wukong.
Chen Fan was also staring at it.
No one can take this hurdle for you.
They broke the contract, seized the organizational charter, and undermined the very foundation of Buddhist assets.
Going this far is ruthless enough.
But that final lock is never on the outside.
In Sun Wukong's own words.
To admit it.
That's the winning move.
Not admitting a single word.
It first needs to explain what it has locked.
Zongwu suddenly took a step forward.
The coldness emanating from him was even more intense than that of the other sutra-observing people around him.
He looked up and spoke directly to the ultimate golden headband.
"Answer me before you answer him."
The old voice paused.
Zongwu spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Did you lock your name?"
"Or is it bloodline?"
"Or...someone from this life?"
The voice just fell.
Suddenly, a circle of fine Buddhist patterns lit up on the ultimate golden headband.
It's like something is rapidly performing calculations inside.
The old voice quickly gave the first sentence.
"The name of Qitian is locked away."
Chen Fan's eyes flashed.
Zong Wu sneered and immediately pressed, "So changing your name will get you out of this mess?"
The ultimate golden headband paused for a moment, then uttered a second sentence.
"The category of 'Locked Spirit Bright Stone Embryo'."
Zhu Ganglie was taken aback at first, then immediately burst into laughter.
"Hey, you were just talking about locking names, and now you're talking about locking bloodlines? You figure that out yourself."
The voice was deep.
"Name and lineage are intertwined."
Zongwu was even less polite.
"Going down together my ass."
"There is more than one stone monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Outside the seam, in the Milky Way, there was still a pile of monkey carcass remains floating."
"If you lock your bloodline, why won't those things recognize you?"
This question hit the nail on the head.
The Buddhist patterns on the ultimate golden headband were messed up for the first time.
It used to intimidate people by saying, "You admit it."
Now Zongwu has broken down the rules.
It must be explained.
Once you explain it clearly, you'll inevitably expose your weaknesses.
The old voice remained silent for a full three breaths before it sounded again.
"The lock carries the old one."
Chen Fan almost burst out laughing.
it is good.
Changed again.
From name to bloodline, and then to the old position it carries.
This thing isn't even standardized by itself.
Around the stands, the onlookers began to stir slightly.
None of them expected that this ultimate golden headband, which had been suppressed by Buddhism for countless years, would break on the spot.
Sun Wukong remained silent.
He just stared intently at the hoop.
The veins on his forehead were bulging against his skin.
That's not fear.
That's annoying.
It's so annoying it's ingrained in my bones.
This thing won't fight him at all.
It just wanted him to lower his head.
Recognize one sentence.
Let this life also be considered a past debt.
The old voice suddenly turned to him.
"You were born of stone."
"You cultivate yourself in the mountains."
"You have defied Heaven."
"You caused trouble in the palace."
"You are that monkey."
"admit."
With each word that came down, the ultimate golden hoop sank an inch.
The golden cudgel trembled even more violently in Sun Wukong's hands.
The rod made a buzzing sound.
It seemed to recall something old.
The observer's vertical eye was fixed intently, as if he was certain that this would succeed.
The half-body Buddha image, shrouded in the old Buddha's light, did not make another move.
It simply stood at the seam, watching.
It's like watching a pre-arranged recycling event.
At this moment, Tang Sanzang suddenly moved.
He had just been pressed down by the old contract; his face was still pale, and his sleeves were torn.
But he still turned to the third page of the book.
On that page, there were previously only old judgments written by Buddhist monks.
Not much space is available.
Tang Sanzang bit his fingertip and used his blood as ink to quickly write words on the edges.
Each stroke is firm and deliberate.
It's not copying scriptures.
Like filing a case.
Chen Fan caught a glimpse of those lines of text out of the corner of his eye, and his breath hitched.
"Born at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, after a hundred years of companionship."
"When you leave the mountain, first recognize Chen Fan, then recognize Huaguo Mountain."
"We are protecting those who share our path, not following old orders."
"All the deeds of this monkey in this life have been witnessed in this world."
"Not an old page appendix."
Write the last four characters.
The marginal note on the third page suddenly lit up.
That wasn't Buddha's light.
It is the light emanating from the scriptures themselves.
This book, too, was forcibly crammed with a new record.
Tang Sanzang raised his head, his voice not loud.
"This humble monk will remember your memory in this lifetime."
"If the old scriptures are not written, I will write them."
This remark caused an uproar in the audience.
The onlookers all turned their heads.
For the first time, many of the shadowy figures showed obvious surprise on their faces.
The observer's eyes narrowed sharply.
"Tampering with scriptures without authorization is an even more serious offense!"
Tang Sanzang didn't even look at it.
His hand was still on the third page, and blood was sliding down his fingertips.
"I saw what he did."
Whether he is an old monkey or not is not for you to decide.
The agitation in Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly subsided.
He glanced at Tang Sanzang.
She glanced at Chen Fan again.
Wuzhishan, a century-old mountain.
The hand that feeds fruit.
After he left the mountain, a group of people followed him and worked hard.
The monkeys and their offspring of Flower Fruit Mountain.
The white dragon horse's laziness.
Zhu Ganglie cursed and swore the whole way.
The Bull Demon King drank heavily and fought fiercely.
Scene after scene, none of them were given to him by the old hoop.
It was all earned in this lifetime.
The ultimate golden headband sensed something and suddenly pressed down.
"The old position cannot be changed!"
"You are him!"
Sun Wukong finally spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
But every word was as hard as if it had been sprung from a rock.
"Those monkeys from the past."
"What does that have to do with me right now?"
The entire room fell silent.
Even the ultimate golden headband seemed to get stuck for a moment.
Sun Wukong raised his head and grinned.
There was no way out in that smile.
"You're saying I'm the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"
"I admit it."
"You're saying I'm a stone monkey?"
"That's about one's background."
"You're saying I caused trouble in Heaven?"
"So what if we made a scene?"
"But are you going to use these old grievances to lock up my life now?"
"Fuck you."
The last four words were uttered.
The ultimate golden headband shuddered violently.
One section of the Buddha pattern on it suddenly went dark.
A collective gasp rippled through the audience.
The soldiers watching from the sidelines all stared wide-eyed.
They had seen resistance.
I've seen people fight tooth and nail.
I've never seen anything like this before.
They simply refused to acknowledge the debt.
It's not that I don't acknowledge what I did in the past.
The past is the past.
This life is a different story.
This was exactly what Chen Fan was waiting for.
The wheel mark on his palm instantly glowed red.
The word "no moral system" was flashing wildly in my mind.
[Core identity definition conflict detected]
[Target anchoring not unique detected]
[The conditions for plot-driven usurpation have been met]
[Should we transfer the target locked by the ultimate golden headband?]
Chen Fan didn't even think about it.
"change!"
The next instant, he slapped the architecture diagram he had just stolen and the third page's marginal notes into the wheel print.
The target is not Sun Wukong.
Rather, it is that pile of things that have always been overlooked outside the seam between the three realms.
Remains of the Tianhe monkey carcass.
Those tattered shadows clinging to their old positions, yet failing to live out this lifetime.
Chen Fan gave a low shout.
"Aren't you the one who holds the old position in the lock?"
"Come on, I'll find you the real deal!"
The wheel-shaped imprint unfolded with a roar.
A thin, long black line suddenly shot out from Sun Wukong's forehead, heading straight for the seam.
There were originally clusters of blurry monkey shadows floating over there.
Upon seeing the black line pass by, they all seemed to be stimulated and struggled frantically.
It's no use for them to earn money.
The ultimate golden headband has just changed its own definition.
Now they've defined it as a counterattack.
The name is unstable.
Bloodlines are not exclusive.
That leaves only "carrying on the old position".
But the one truly bearing the remnants of the past is not the living, breathing Sun Wukong before us.
It was the remnant of an old corpse that had been soaked and decayed in the Milky Way.
The old voice was confused for the first time.
"mistake."
"Misaligned objectives."
"Recalibrate."
Chen Fan laughed loudly.
"Change what you said yourself!"
Zongwu also took a step forward, raised his hand and pressed it directly on the black line, helping to lock its path.
"Locking the name won't work."
"The bloodline cannot be locked."
"Lock the old spot, then go find the old corpse."
"Avoid touching living people."
On Tang Sanzang's side, the light shone even brighter on the third page.
The newly written marginal notes, like a nail, were driven hard into the scripture.
The four meanings of "independence in this world" were firmly established for Sun Wukong.
Pigsy was so excited that he swung his nine-toothed rake at the ultimate golden hoop.
"Tear it apart, you son of a bitch!"
Sun Wukong laughed too.
This time, he laughed heartily.
He swung his bat and charged.
"Since you don't acknowledge me in this life."
"Then I'll beat you until you admit it!"
boom!
The golden cudgel is positioned directly at the bottom of the ultimate golden headband.
This blow, unlike the previous one which struck the Dharma image, was dull and unpleasant.
This time it really hit the target.
The ultimate golden hoop first bulged out with a piercing shriek, then a crack appeared on its surface.
The crack is not large.
But as soon as it appeared, the entire audience was stunned.
For the first time, panic appeared in the eyes of the spectator.
"impossible!"
"That's the ultimate—"
It didn't even finish its sentence.
The second runner has arrived.
Sun Wukong tensed his arms, his staff forming a straight line, and struck hard at the first crack.
click!
The crack widened instantly.
On the other end, the black line completely hooked onto the remaining remains of the Tianhe Monkey corpse.
The pile of remnants resembled clumps of mud, forcibly bound by an invisible yoke.
One by one, they all exploded, letting out mournful screams.
The ultimate golden headband began to shrink back frantically.
It wanted to return to Sun Wukong's head.
However, it can be placed under the marginal note on the third page.
The usurpation by the Wheel Seal was delayed.
Zongwu locks the line.
It could only slide inch by inch toward the pile of old corpses outside the seam.
The old voice has completely changed.
"This world is inescapable."
"Don't take it off!"
Chen Fan, with a cold face, delivered the final blow.
Whether you take it off or not, it's not yours to take care of.
"If you like secondhand goods, then live your life surrounded by that pile of rotten corpses."
With a loud bang.
The ultimate golden headband finally broke completely.
The fragments did not scatter and fly around.
They rushed along the black line towards the seam, like a pack of mad dogs that had found the real bone, trapping every last piece of the remaining monkey carcasses.
next moment.
The pile of remnants tightened together.
Layer upon layer, squeezing until the bone fragments rattled.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the seam between the three realms.
It sent chills down one's spine.
The onlookers in the stands were completely dumbfounded.
Many retreated directly.
Some people even threw away their long spears.
They had been guarding the site for a long time, just to see the Buddhist temple reclaim its old spots.
They ended up taking it from the wrong person.
They even managed to break the genuine secondhand goods.
Sun Wukong stood still, feeling a light touch on his forehead.
The thing that had been weighing on him for who knows how long was finally gone.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead.
No clamp.
It's really gone.
Pigsy's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he burst into laughter.
"It's gone! It's fucking gone!"
Tang Sanzang also coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swayed slightly, but he still held the third page firmly down.
Chen Fan was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, it became quiet at the seam.
The kind of quiet that isn't a good thing.
Something bigger suppressed all movement.
The half-body image, shrouded in old Buddhist light, slowly raised its head.
It had been pale before.
Like a projection.
Like a stand-in.
It's like the Buddha didn't really want to touch this place, but only used it as a test subject.
But at this moment, that face, which had always been blurry, became clearer for the first time, even slightly.
It is not compassion.
It's not indifference.
When those eyes pressed down, they were filled with naked killing intent.
The person observing the sutra immediately knelt down.
The soldiers who were watching fell to the ground in rows.
The edges of the seams started to sag.
Chen Fan's heart sank.
broken.
This time, they really angered that person.