owlsbooks Chapter 136 The First Discarded Case Army of Huaguo Mountain
Chapter 136 The First Discarded Case Army of Huaguo Mountain
"Where is the armory?"
Chen Fan's words immediately drew everyone's attention to the broken-tailed fragment of Yang Jian's manuscript.
The fragment stood very straight.
Half of his armor was torn, a piece was missing from his shoulder, and his waist was empty, as if the place where he should have hung his military tally had been forcibly pried off.
His throat tightened, and he raised his hand to point into the depths of the plot.
"Behind the clearing point."
"The recycling team is stationed there year-round."
"Whoever stands out will be dragged away."
The Bull Demon King grinned. "Sounds like a cesspool. Could there be a military armory inside?"
"have."
The broken-tailed fragment of Yang Jian stared at him with a cold, hard gaze.
"Back then, the Correctional Department specially trained a group of emergency soldiers."
"The plot has fallen apart, so we'll use them to fill the gaps."
"Fill it in and then delete it."
"Those that can't be completely removed, put them all into the armory."
Sun Wukong twirled his golden cudgel, and the end of the cudgel struck the ground.
"So, there's a bunch of unwanted soldiers inside?"
"right."
"They even brought armor, flags, and troop registers?"
"right."
"Then what are we waiting for?" The monkey grinned, its teeth gleaming. "What's mine is ours once we snatch it back."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the golden-red core on the back hill suddenly jumped again.
The entire storyline is gaining momentum.
Shadows emerged from the gray fog.
Some only show half a face.
Some are missing a section of their body.
Some even had their names broken, with only a string of broken characters hanging above their heads.
They instinctively tried to crawl out, but when they reached the cave entrance, they seemed to be held back by some rule, their bodies stiffened, and smoke began to rise from the cave.
The old monkey king's face turned pale.
"Another round of layoffs is coming!"
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
He has figured it out.
These rejected proposals are not unusable.
It's like something that's just come out and will be swept away like trash by those old rules.
The eukaryote emitted a series of rapid buzzing sounds nearby, as if urging it on.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it directly onto the golden-red core.
The system's light curtain exploded instantly.
[A large number of unfiled and invalid cases were detected]
[Status: Can be organized, named, and tagged]
[Enable temporary write permission?]
Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth.
"start."
The next moment, the golden-red core suddenly lit up.
Strands of red light shot out from the heart of the mountain, like fiery needles, precisely piercing the brows of those crippled figures.
The figures, which had already begun to blur, all shuddered.
The ink stains on his body stopped.
The broken characters above the head also stabilized.
[The temporary target has been loaded.]
[Priority of termination reduced]
Duration of existence: Undetermined
The cave was quiet for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the whole of Huaguo Mountain was in an uproar.
"He's alive!"
"It's really not gone!"
"They've actually stopped!"
A group of monkey soldiers stood outside, initially hesitant to approach, but their eyes lit up when they saw that the abandoned cases were no longer emitting smoke.
The Bull Demon King stepped forward and patted the chest of a battered warrior.
boom.
Surprisingly, it feels quite solid.
The armored soldier looked down at himself, then looked up at Chen Fan, his voice trembling.
"I...wasn't eliminated?"
"Not cleared."
Chen Fan looked at him.
"From this moment on, you belong to Flower Fruit Mountain."
The armored soldier's eyes froze for a moment.
The next moment, he suddenly knelt down on one knee.
"This subordinate obeys!"
This kneeling acted as if it had set off a fire.
The remaining pages, fragments, and supplementary manuscripts knelt down one after another, the paper scraps hitting the ground with a clattering sound.
The entire Water Curtain Cave trembled and became muffled.
Sun Wukong chuckled, his hairy face beaming with joy.
"Wow, it actually worked!"
Chen Fan didn't waste any time and immediately started organizing.
"At your command!"
"Those who can retain the complete moves and fight independently will be assigned to the Broken Chapters Battalion."
"Those skilled in intelligence gathering, piecing together information, and disguise will be assigned to the Fragmentation Camp."
"Half-written, resourceful, quick-witted, and capable of handling anything, join the assistant writer camp."
"From today onwards, the Army of the Abolished Cases is officially formed."
"First Battalion, Fragment Battalion."
"Second Battalion, the Fragmentation Battalion."
"Third Battalion, Supplementary Draft Battalion."
As soon as he finished speaking, the true core lit up again.
The Three Flags were forcibly pulled out of the storyline.
One side was broken and white, with intermittent ink characters on it, which was the tattered page of the camp.
A black background with cracks, as if cleaved by a knife, marks the Broken Chapter Camp.
One side was mottled, patched with more than a dozen old pieces of cloth, yet it was the most vibrant, precisely the one from the secondary manuscript camp.
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain were all dumbfounded.
Even Zhu Bajie couldn't help but smack his lips.
"The military flag just popped up on its own?"
The Golden Cicada Fragment said softly, "It's not an imposter."
"This is a formal recognition."
"They've waited too long for this name."
Chen Fan's gaze swept across the area and quickly settled on the broken-tailed fragment of Yang Jian's manuscript.
"you."
The broken-tailed Yang Jian's fragmented text rises to the sky.
"From today onwards, you are appointed Lieutenant of the Liezhang School."
"Comprehensive Chapter Camp".
"Focus on teaching one thing."
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed to the horizon.
"How to defeat the retreating troops?"
The surroundings fell silent for a moment.
Immediately afterward, Yang Jian, the man with the broken tail, felt a thud in his chest.
For the first time, a fire ignited in those gray eyes.
"This humble general...accepts the order."
Without saying a word, he turned around and walked to the front of the Broken Chapter Camp.
Stand still.
Draw your sword.
The blade was only half intact, yet it was still blindingly cold.
"Watch them all."
"The first strike to clear out the retreating soldiers is neither a beheading nor a cut to the chest."
"The line after the neck was cut off."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared on the blade.
A discarded stone tablet floating in mid-air was cut in half.
The fracture surface is smooth.
The clearing patterns on the stone tablet seemed to have died out, disappearing with a snap.
The remaining soldiers of the Broken Chapter Battalion were stunned.
A soldier missing an ear muttered, "They can still fight like this?"
With a cold voice, Yang Jian, whose tail was severed, said, "A soldier who has been cleared out is not a soldier."
"It's the rules that have been put into armor."
"If you're afraid of A, you'll die."
"You find the thread, and it breaks."
These few words are short, sharp, and like nails.
The group of remnants of the Broken Chapter Battalion straightened their backs instantly.
Meanwhile, the Remnant Camp was also busy.
Jin Chan Canye volunteered to step forward, selecting dozens of the lightest and fastest scrapped cases, and taught them how to walk close to the mountain, how to hide in the gray fog, and how to disassemble themselves into three pieces without leaving a trace.
The copywriting camp is even more chaotic.
A group of unfinished products initially refused to submit to each other.
You said you know how to set up formations.
He said he could perform the surgery.
There was also a guy with the words "edited version" on his head who claimed he could imitate the Heavenly Court's Decree Mark.
The Bull Demon King was completely bewildered.
"Is this camp reliable?"
Chen Fan smiled.
"Unreliable is more useful."
"The purpose of a supplementary manuscript is to fill in the gaps."
He directly selected seven people from among them.
There are people who can counterfeit.
Some people know how to copy passwords.
The most outrageous one was that it only had half a body left, yet it managed to squeeze into an old token and hide for half a day without being seen.
Chen Fan was secretly delighted after reading it.
This is not a scrapped case.
This is a bunch of unorthodox gems.
The first round of compilation was completed quickly.
The Remnant Camp has 360 members.
Five hundred and twelve members of the Broken Chapter Camp.
There are 287 members in the supplementary manuscript camp.
The total is 1,159.
The moment this number was announced, the entire Water Curtain Cave erupted in chaos.
The old monkey king even stuttered when he spoke.
"This...this adds over a thousand combat power?"
The Bull Demon King was even more direct, grinning and laughing out loud.
"Damn it, even when Flower Fruit Mountain was at its poorest, the monkey soldiers couldn't scrape together this many coins even if they searched three times over."
Sun Wukong hoisted the staff onto his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.
"He's not an ordinary soldier yet."
"These guys are natural at clashing with those scum from the Corrections Department."
As if in response to his words, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the mountain.
A celestial scout crane had just skimmed over the mountain pass and was trying to peek inside.
next moment.
Three gray figures rushed out from the mountain wall.
It's the Remnant Camp.
One person held the wings, another covered the mouth, and yet another simply rolled up the broken ink and wrapped it around the neck.
The crane was dragged into the grass before it could even finish its cry.
A moment later, the deputy drafter emerged from the grass, donned crane feather skins, took the warrants they had collected, flapped their wings, and flew away.
The monsters on the mountain were stunned.
Pigsy stared wide-eyed: "This works?"
Chen Fan said calmly, "From today onwards, all outer gate posts will be replaced by military surveillance."
"If anyone comes from Heaven, detain them."
"Two from Ling Mountain, and we'll skin them alive."
"First, remove all their spies."
Upon receiving the order, the three battalions immediately dispersed.
The movements were ridiculously fast.
The broken chapters led to the mountain path.
The remaining pages are hidden in the forest.
The deputy commander was the most cunning; he went directly to the spot where the scouts had changed shifts.
In less than half an hour, good news kept coming back from outside.
"We intercepted a patrol team from Lingshan at the east entrance, captured six of them, and one escaped."
"The south slope seized the probe car for repairs, and the car was towed back."
"Push back thirty miles from the northern cliff, and all the Heavenly Court's hidden sentries will be wiped out."
One after another.
The more people listened, the more excited they became.
They used to be the ones who kept their guard up.
It went out for the first time today.
The Bull Demon King slammed his fist into the stone pillar.
"happy!"
Sun Wukong was even more straightforward; he jumped up to a high place and burst into laughter, echoing throughout the entire mountain.
"Did you all see that?"
"Who says trash is useless?"
"I'm telling you today, it's not them who are being crippled, it's those bastards who use those stupid rules to oppress people!"
The demons roared in response, and the mountain trembled.
Chen Fan wasn't blinded by the excitement.
He is very clear.
Right now, we've just managed to hold them back.
The real fat is yet to come from behind the clearing gate.
Military depot.
A, flag, token, military register.
There's also the incomplete image of the path-clearing deity in the fragmented text of Yang Jian with the broken tail.
That thing is the real bombshell of the first phase.
He beckoned and called the core members to the mountainside.
The newly captured reconnaissance map was spread out on the ground.
The location of the clearing point was circled three times in ink by the deputy editor.
At the very back, there was a bright red cross marked on it.
The fragment of Yang Jian's broken tail stood beside the painting, his voice low and somber.
"This is the main gate of the military depot."
"There used to be three locks."
"First layer of chainmail armor."
"The second layer of the lock-up order is abolished."
"The third layer locks the god general."
The Bull Demon King licked his teeth.
"It sounds fattening."
Pigsy chimed in, "Then what are we discussing? Let's go for it tonight!"
Chen Fan raised his eyes and looked at the crowd.
"Not tonight."
"Now."
The group of people were all startled at the same time.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it heavily on the blood-red cross.
"The first battle of the disbanded army was neither about defending the mountain nor testing the sword."
"Go straight for the armory."
"The remaining pages will infiltrate first."
"The deputy editorial office issued a false order to open the gates."
"Once the 'Broken Chapter Camp' is suppressed, and the recovery team and the clearing troops show up, beat them to a pulp."
"Whoever gets the military register first will be richly rewarded."
"Whoever drags that path-clearing deity back, I will personally award him the top credit."
This sentence was like kerosene poured into a crowd.
The flags of the three battalions shook simultaneously.
More than a thousand soldiers with discarded cases all looked up, their eyes filled with the burning old ink.
They've been waiting for this battle for far too long.
Chen Fan was about to issue the final order.
The eukaryote suddenly hummed and trembled violently.
next moment.
The alarm bells rang loudly on the mountaintop.
Not in one place.
It resounded from all four directions: east, west, south, and north.
The spies from the deputy drafting camp, who had just been disguised as spies, stumbled in, their faces changed.
"Report!"
"The Heavenly Court has issued a proclamation!"
"Lingshan has also appeared!"
"And the Correction Division, the three parties jointly issue a proclamation to the Three Realms—"
His voice trembled as he held a roll of still-warm gold paper above his head with both hands.
Chen Fan took it and scanned it.
At the very top of the gold paper, three large seals pressed down heavily.
Below is only one line of text: "A murderous aura fills the sky."
"From this day forward, Huaguo Mountain shall be declared an enemy of the Three Realms. Anyone who sees any of its people shall be executed."
The Water Curtain Cave fell silent.
Sun Wukong stared at the words and slowly grinned.
Just as Chen Fan looked up, a black crack suddenly appeared in the sky outside the mountains.
A massive army bearing the banners of the three allied forces has already pressed down on Huaguo Mountain.
Chapter 337 The three families finally sat down at one table.
The tear in the sky curtain kept widening.
Dark clouds pressed down on the top of Huaguo Mountain, sinking down layer by layer.
The tricolor flags were lowered first.
One side is embroidered with celestial cloud patterns.
One side is pressed down by the Buddha's seal of Lingshan.
The last page is the most glaring, with white background and black lettering, containing only two characters.
Correction.
As soon as the flag was unfurled, the monkeys on the mountain went wild.
"beat!"
"What are you waiting for!"
"I'm going to tear down that tattered flag too!"
The Bull Demon King stomped on a stone, crushing it under his feet, and strode out, carrying his iron cudgel: "I've put up with them for too long. These three have delivered themselves to my doorstep; it's perfect to wipe them out in one fell swoop."
The Demon King Jiao stood up, grinning fiercely: "If I don't punch a hole in the clouds today, I'll change my name."
The Six-Eared Macaque twirled the short stick by his ear, his eyes blazing with fury: "My lord, give the order. The disbanded army has just been formed and is in dire need of a tough battle to establish its authority."
The murderous aura inside the Water Curtain Cave was so intense it made one's ears ring.
Sun Wukong remained silent.
He sat on the old stone seat, tapping his knee with his fingers, once, once.
They were tapping very slowly.
The slower they go, the less the people around them dare to urge them.
Chen Fan stood at the cave entrance and looked up at the sky.
The punitive expeditionary force did not immediately suppress the enemy.
They stopped three hundred feet outside the mountain, set up their formation, raised flags, and beat drums.
It doesn't seem like they're coming to launch a sneak attack.
It's like a sentencing.
"interesting."
Chen Fan rolled up the gold paper in his hand and slapped it into his palm.
"They're not here to test us this time."
"It's for the Three Realms to see."
Old Pig leaned closer, sniffing, "This smells off. Those people from Heaven and Mount Ling are always at odds. The fact that they've managed to gather at one table today means there's definitely some kind of score to settle."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a long cry rang out from the sky.
It's not a bird.
It is the law bell.
Boom!
The first sound caused the clouds to part.
Boom!
The second blast cleared a path between the three armies.
Boom!
With the third sound, three figures emerged one after the other.
The one at the very front had a three-pointed, double-edged sword across his shoulder, half of his armor was broken, and a piece was missing from his right shoulder. His face was still Yang Jian's face, but his expression was colder, and his eyes seemed to be burning with simmering fire.
It is the fragment of Yang Jian's story with the broken tail.
He stood still, and the heavenly soldiers around him automatically retreated half a zhang.
He was given the main battle position.
The man on the left was wearing an old kasaya, his face was thin and gaunt, and there was no halo of Buddha behind his head, only a faint, fading halo. He was leaning on a wooden staff, with several strings of blackened prayer beads hanging from the end of the staff. As he walked, the beads swayed and bumped against the ground, making people feel annoyed.
The people of Lingshan.
It's the same old stuff.
The old seat of the lamp-burning lamp.
The one on the right is the strangest.
He wore a gray-blue official robe, his cuffs stuffed with scrolls of paper, and an abacus, a cutting knife, a ruler, and a lock hanging from his waist. His face was as thin as if it had been carved by a knife, his lips were thin, and his eyelids drooped. He looked at everyone as if they were worthless words.
The Clerk's Office, head of the clerks' office.
The three of them stood in a row.
A giant list immediately appeared in the sky.
The four large characters at the top of the list are as red as blood.
Reclaim the coalition forces.
Huaguo Mountain was quiet for a moment.
The next moment, the whole mountain erupted in curses.
"Recycle your ancestors!"
"Grandpa will take you all back today!"
"Those paper devils from the Correction Department dare to come here and put on airs!"
The Bull Demon King, halfway through his tirade, suddenly burst into laughter: "Chen Fan, did you see that? The three families have finally made it to one table. Saves us the trouble of searching for each one individually."
Chen Fan smiled too.
"It saves trouble."
"I just don't know if they can stay at this table."
In the sky, the chief clerk unfurled a black scroll, his voice thin and shrill, echoing across the land.
"From this day forward, Lingxiao, Lingshan, and the Correction Division will form a joint force to recover the enemy forces."
"There are three overall goals."
"First, seize the true core of Flower Fruit Mountain."
Secondly, the Qing dynasty annihilated the rebels at Huaguo Mountain.
Thirdly, ban the abandoned plot-driven gameplay to prevent future problems.
Each sentence was harsher than the last.
As the last sentence fell, countless runes lit up in the clouds.
Order to block the flow of people.
The entire sky seemed to be pressing down.
The monkeys first cursed, then became angry, and finally all looked at Chen Fan.
We're just waiting for him to say something.
Even Tang Sanzang gripped his staff tightly, raising an eyelid: "This humble monk is not chanting scriptures today. Tell me who to hit, and I'll strike them first."
The white dragon horse charged in from outside the cave, its hooves sparking: "The outer perimeter has been scouted. The left flank is the Heavenly Army Camp, the right flank is the Spirit Mountain Protectors, and the central army is the thickest, entirely composed of the paper armor troops from the Correction Department. Behind those paper armor soldiers, they're also towing three file-deleting carts."
"A data wiped car?"
Old Pig's face twitched. "These bastards really want to wipe us out completely."
"It's not that I want to."
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed to the black scroll in the sky.
"It's already written."
After he said that, the Water Curtain Cave fell silent.
Nobody is a fool.
With these three forces joining forces and making such a grand show of force, they're not just here to kill.
They want to make Huaguo Mountain a model.
Kill them for the sake of the Three Realms.
Anyone who dares to imitate Chen Fan will become the next piece of waste paper.
Sun Wukong finally got up.
The golden cudgel slammed into the ground with a "thud".
The entire cave shook.
"I, Old Sun, will go up there and smash those three mouths to pieces first."
Chen Fan reached out to stop him.
"Wait."
Sun Wukong tilted his head to look at him, his eyes direct: "What mischief are you plotting now?"
"There's too much bad water."
Chen Fan pulled a stack of shredded pages from his sleeve.
It was a record that was previously captured from the agent's back office.
The pages are thin, but the text is dense.
Some areas were still emitting ash and smoke, clearly indicating that they had just been forcibly removed from the deletion and modification process.
The old pig peeked out and its eyes widened in surprise.
"Isn't this... a third-party module responsibility record?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Weren't they planning to put together a table?"
"Then I'll lift the tablecloth first."
The Bull Demon King suddenly perked up: "Can we give them a good beating in the face?"
"able."
"Who should we go first?"
"Correction Division".
As soon as those three words were uttered, Yang Jian, who had lost his tail, seemed to sense something and looked down through the clouds.
His gaze was deep and intense.
It felt like a knife blade scraping against you.
Chen Fan waved the paper in his hand at him, a smirk playing on his lips.
In the sky, the chief clerk was still reading.
"The chaos in Huaguo Mountain stems from unauthorized expansion, characters overstepping their authority, and the main storyline spiraling out of control—"
"Bullshit!"
The six-eared macaque smashed the stone platform at the cave entrance with a single blow, sending rubble flying everywhere.
"The main storyline is out of control? You were the ones who deleted people first, created plot holes first, and now you're blaming us!"
The chief clerk didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the cursing, and coldly said, "If you open your mouth about a discarded case, you can just take it back on the spot."
He raised his hand.
Behind the central command, three data deletion vehicles were slowly pushed out.
The wheels weren't made of wood; they were made of concentric circles of paper cutters.
With each turn, a layer of paper dust would rise up from the ground.
A long tag was stuck to the front of the car, and it was covered with names.
There are monkey generals.
There is a demon king.
Even Tang Sanzang and the White Dragon Horse are on it.
The top one clearly reads – Chen Fan.
The monkeys' eyes turned red when they saw the name.
"Kill him!"
"Smash that car!"
The Bull Demon King was about to charge with his club when Chen Fan grabbed him and held him down.
"Don't rush."
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
The Bull Demon King's neck thickened. "They've practically put a knife to your head!"
"The higher the knife is held, the more it will hurt when it falls."
Chen Fan flipped through the stack of responsibility records very quickly.
The more I turned over the pages, the colder my lips felt.
"Great, that's great."
"The Heavenly Court is responsible for issuing the order to punish them."
"Lingshan is in charge of maintaining the old town."
"The Revision Division is responsible for the actual deletion and removal of personnel."
He pulled out the top page and flicked it.
"I was initially worried that the material wouldn't be sturdy enough."
"Now it's enough."
Tang Sanzang leaned closer: "How do you plan to place it?"
"public."
"To make it public in front of the Three Realms."
The white dragon horse took a breath: "Release them now? Their army is already in formation."
"Put it out now."
Chen Fan looked at the crack in the sky, then at the spies from all sides who were watching the show outside Flower Fruit Mountain.
There are more than just three allied forces outside the mountains.
Further away, there were groups of onlookers.
Scattered immortals, earth deities, ancient demons, mountain gods, and water gods.
Everyone is waiting for the results.
They'll follow whoever wins.
It would be great to have a fight at this time.
A battle could be fought, but the three sides would only be able to claim it was an suppression of a rebellion.
Once the dirty curtain is lifted, the meaning changes.
Chen Fan knew this in his heart.
This battle wasn't just about having the strongest fists.
We must make the other side lose face first, so much so that the entire Three Realms will remember it.
Sun Wukong stared at the paper in his hand and suddenly grinned.
"I understand."
"Slap him in the face first, then break his legs."
"almost."
Chen Fan turned to look at everyone.
"Listen up, everyone."
"The troops with the abandoned plan shall remain in place and await orders. Continue beating the drums, but do not charge ahead."
"White Dragon Horse, take a team to the back of the mountain and set up all the projection tablets."
"Old Pig, lure as many spies as possible closer."
"Bull Demon King, you have a loud voice, so you'll be the first to shout later."
The Bull Demon King patted his chest: "What are you yelling about?"
Chen Fan handed over the page.
The Bull Demon King glanced at it, was taken aback at first, and then grinned so hard his teeth were showing.
"Good, very good."
"I like this sentence."
In the sky, the chief clerk finally finished reading the black scroll, looked up and looked down.
"The rebels of Huaguo Mountain are to hand over the true core and the ringleader within one incense stick's time."
"When the time was up, the allied forces mobilized."
"Not a single chicken or dog will be spared."
As the last four words were uttered, the old man of the Burning Lamp Seat on Mount Ling slammed his wooden staff down.
Thousands of ancient Buddhist texts unfolded beneath his feet.
Yang Jian, who had lost his tail, slowly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade pointing directly at the Water Curtain Cave.
The whole sky suddenly tensed up.
All the generals of Huaguo Mountain stepped forward.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Just then, Chen Fan stepped out of the cave and stood on the highest rock.
He did not draw his weapon.
They didn't put on any airs.
He simply held up the page of the responsibility record in his hand.
A mountain breeze blew, and the pages rustled.
The chief clerk in the sky, who had been indifferent, suddenly twitched when he saw the seal of the Revision Department peeking out from the corner of the paper.
Chen Fan could see it clearly.
He smiled.
He laughed heartily.
"Don't you want to condemn Flower Fruit Mountain?"
"OK."
"Let me tell you something real first."
After saying that, he turned his head to look at the Bull Demon King.
The Bull Demon King took a deep breath and roared to the sky, the sound waves shaking the clouds.
"Listen to me, all of you!"
"The Revision Division is the mastermind behind all these years of censorship and underhanded tactics!"
Chapter 338 Let the Correction Department Take the Blame First
When the Bull Demon King roared, the heavens and the earth fell silent for a moment.
The soldiers in the front ranks of the three-way allied forces, who were still holding swords and spears, all subconsciously turned their heads to look at the direction of the Correction Division.
Especially the former officials of the Heavenly Court.
They have been the most frustrated people in recent years.
They lost, and they're the ones who have to take the blame.
The person is gone, but the blame still falls on them.
The situation was similar for the believers on the outskirts of Lingshan. Many temple gates were destroyed and incense offerings were cut off. People outside said that the Buddhist sects had arbitrarily altered the scriptures and forced the believers to disperse.
But the record of responsibility that Chen Fan had just held had such a realistic imprint.
The black seal of the Correction Bureau cannot be faked.
On the cloud, the chief clerk's face twitched, and he finally spoke.
"Chen Fan, you dare to slander the Revision Department with just a single incomplete page?"
Chen Fan smiled and raised his hand with a flick of his wrist.
The pages in my hand scattered with a rustling sound.
Not a single page.
It's a string.
A string of old files, a string of agency records, and a few yellowed, revised drafts.
Even the Bull Demon King was stunned.
He had just thought that Chen Fan had only taken a small amount of goods.
Looking at it now, it's clear that this is far more than just a little bit.
This is practically a whole basketful.
Chen Fan looked up, his voice not loud, but using the plot core on Flower Fruit Mountain, he pushed it out directly.
The entire sky was echoing.
"Stain?"
"Come, let me recite this for the Three Realms."
"In the original case of the Southern Dipper Division of the Heavenly Court, thirty-seven captains under the command of the Martial Virtue Star Lord were supposed to be transferred to the Northern Dipper defense line. The Correction Department arbitrarily changed their whereabouts, turning it into an out-of-control riot."
"And the result?"
"The Heavenly Court cut off thirty-seven of its own heads and then blamed it on poor military discipline."
Among the Heavenly Court's allied forces, the faces of several armored veterans in the back row changed.
Someone rushed out.
"fart!"
"That case was decided by the Ministry of War!"
Chen Fan flicked his hand.
A page of the archive shot into the sky and hovered in mid-air.
The ink on the paper lit up on its own.
At the very top is the seal of the Revision Department.
The small print below is so sharp it hurts your eyes.
"Revised as authorized, with the Heavenly Court retaining the authority to pursue accountability."
The old general's lips trembled after reading it.
Several of his former subordinates also gathered around, took one look, and then they all exploded.
"Truly a correction of the seal-making process!"
"My senior brother died during that accountability investigation!"
"No wonder the Ministry of War's case files don't match up!"
Chaos erupted within the Heavenly Soldiers' Formation.
The situation in Lingshan wasn't much better.
Chen Fan didn't stop at all, and threw out another card.
"Regarding the matter of the thirty-six temples west of Ling Mountain losing their incense offerings, the original draft recorded it as 'an external demon attacking the temples.' The revision department deleted the entry for 'external demons' and changed it to 'the temples' discipline collapsed, destroying their own foundation.'"
"Most of the believers outside the Buddhist temple have left, and you still think the temple itself is rotten?"
As soon as those words were spoken, someone from the Lingshan Lianqi side immediately cursed.
"nonsense!"
"My sect was clearly attacked at night back then!"
"The higher-ups insist we're corrupting Buddhism!"
Several monks in robes, who were guarding the temple, looked grim and reached out to press down on the person.
It can't be suppressed.
What do believers hate most?
I hate kneeling in vain, I hate dying in vain.
You made them abide by the rules for decades, and then you told them that it wasn't that their lineage was bad, but that the higher-ups had changed the script because of them.
Who could stand that?
The chief clerk in the sky finally frowned.
"Shut up!"
With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of black lines descended from the clouds, heading straight for those suspended pages.
He wanted to destroy the evidence.
Sun Wukong had been watching him for a while.
With a flick of his golden cudgel, he snapped the black thread in two with a loud bang.
"What's the rush?"
"Let me, Old Sun, hear it too."
The chief clerk stared intently at Wukong, spitting out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"Demon monkey, do you truly intend to become an enemy of the Three Realms?"
Sun Wukong burst out laughing.
"Who do you think you are, to claim you're part of the Three Realms?"
This one sentence set everything on fire on Flower Fruit Mountain.
The monkeys thumped their chests and shouted.
The soldiers from the abandoned case also smashed their armor, making a loud banging sound.
The momentum surged up instantly.
Chen Fan then added fuel to the fire.
"Huaguo Mountain will not make empty promises today."
"I'll save this."
"See for yourselves."
He raised his hand and pressed it on the core of the plot.
The next moment, the golden-red light in the heart of the mountain suddenly surged.
Old footage was projected directly into the sky.
Like a water mirror.
It's like a repeat of a famous case.
The first section is about the Nandou case.
In the scene, several scribes stand in a hall piled high with documents, deleting words with blank expressions.
The original scroll reads "Supporting the Big Dipper".
With a stroke of the pen, it was changed to "plotting something wicked".
The second section is about the thirty-six temples outside the west.
The original case included eerie winds, bloodstains, and a broken tower.
After the changes were made, everything was gone.
All that remains is the phrase "ruining one's own reputation."
The third paragraph is even more ruthless.
That was the revision document issued by the Revision Department regarding the deletions and alterations made by several mountain gods and local deities in the lower realm.
They were clearly ordered to guard the border, but in the end, it was all attributed to laziness and negligence, and the Heavenly Court took the opportunity to strip them of their divine positions.
Within the Heavenly Court's formation, several old officials' eyes turned red.
"I knew Lao Liang wouldn't be greedy for incense offerings!"
"He guarded that wretched territory for three hundred years; his shoes wore through completely!"
"So that's how they died!"
The front ranks of the Allied forces were not just in chaos, they were in complete disarray.
Many people had previously targeted Flower Fruit Mountain.
Looking back now, I realize that at least half of the blame I've taken on over the years wasn't actually my fault.
When the chief clerk saw that he couldn't control the situation, he immediately shouted angrily.
"Revise the judicial system to ensure lawful conduct!"
"All deletions and alterations have been authorized by the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling!"
After that shout, the scene fell silent again.
Many people looked up.
Yes.
No matter how arrogant the revision department is, it can't just change things as it pleases.
Who gave the approval behind it?
This is exactly what Chen Fan was waiting for.
He smirked, and the Bull Demon King gave him a wink.
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily, then turned around and carried out a black wooden box.
When the box was opened, it was full of seals and certificates.
Chen Fan grabbed the top two photos and slapped them directly onto the sky.
"Shifting the blame?"
"OK."
"I'll fill in the gaps for you."
The first one is a signature from the Heavenly Court.
The large, gold-embroidered seal was incredibly heavy.
The annotation is only eight characters long.
"We must repair its tracks to stabilize the overall situation."
The second one is the seal of Lingshan's endorsement.
The Buddha's light had not yet dissipated; everyone recognized him.
Below is a line of Sanskrit annotations.
"Side branches can be deleted without interfering with the main course."
The moment these two cards appeared, the entire battlefield felt as if it had been struck by a blunt object.
The Department of Revision has a share.
The Heavenly Court has a share.
Lingshan also has a share.
None of the three parties escaped.
The Bull Demon King laughed so hard he almost fell over, his voice shaking the clouds.
Come on!
"Keep going!"
"Weren't you just referring to the common enemy?"
"Now, tell me who the ringleader is and who the accomplices are!"
The Heavenly Court couldn't hold out any longer.
A general clad in purple armor turned his head and roared angrily.
"You dare to sign military service contracts so carelessly?"
A celestial official high above immediately retorted.
"Without Ling Shan's endorsement, would the Revision Department dare to move so many scrolls?"
Inside the Lingshan Formation, there was a white-browed monk whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"The Heavenly Court was the first to mention the word 'stability,' and now you're playing innocent?"
"presumptuous!"
"How many outsiders has your Buddhist sect cleansed up over the years through the Correction Department? Do you still expect me to recite them?"
Each sentence is more powerful than the last.
They started arguing in the blink of an eye.
The clerks in the censorate were sandwiched in the middle, each with an increasingly grim expression.
What they usually do is use rules to intimidate people.
Today, Chen Fan broke the rules, exposing all the dirty stuff underneath.
The chariots, Dharma boats, and Buddhist soldiers at the front line had already pressed up to the skies above Flower Fruit Mountain.
No one dares to make the first move now.
Whoever makes the first move is like someone trying to silence the other party.
Chen Fan felt very pleased as he watched this scene.
That's right.
Wars are never fought with just fists.
First, tear off their faces, then pry open their hearts.
Three families sitting together at one table doesn't mean they're of one mind.
If you bring up old grievances, they'll start attacking each other.
A fragment of a golden cicada leaf floated onto Chen Fan's shoulder, and he clicked his tongue.
"That's a really underhanded trick."
Chen Fan grinned.
"Sacrificing talent is effective."
"Don't they like writing plays for other people?"
"Then I'll just throw the script in their faces and let them sing it themselves."
After saying that, he added insult to injury.
"Please be patient, everyone, this is not all."
"I still have the records of the agency's execution."
"We remember who proposed the motion, who seconded it, who received bribes, and who became the scapegoat."
Upon hearing this, the three-way allied forces could no longer remain silent.
Many of the Heavenly Court's former subordinates began to retreat, unwilling to take the fall for those above them.
Believers on the outskirts of Lingshan were even more direct; some broke the joint flag on the spot and threw it into the clouds.
"I won't work for this filthy organization!"
"My sect died unjustly; no one will get away with this today!"
"Correction Department, get out!"
A chorus of curses erupted.
Above the clouds, the once orderly advancing lines visibly slowed down.
Thirty percent of the tanks have stopped.
The Buddhist soldiers threw both groups into disarray.
The black-robed ranks of the Correction Division even shrank back by half.
When people on Huaguo Mountain saw this, they all burst into laughter.
The old monkey king pounded on the stone wall and laughed.
"Okay, okay."
"They've already started fighting before the fight even begins."
Standing on the edge of the cliff, the man with the broken tail, Yang Jian, squinted at the sky, his voice hoarse.
"If we can delay for another half an hour, the rear guard of the disbanded army will be ready to take over."
Chen Fan nodded.
This is what he wanted.
The purpose of manipulating public opinion is not just to get a good verbal response.
It's about racing against time.
What Huaguo Mountain lacks most right now is time.
The longer the three-way coalition forces are thrown into chaos, the more breath Huaguo Mountain can catch its breath.
In the sky, the chief clerk of the Correction Department finally stopped pretending.
He raised his hand and crushed a black jade token, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
"Chen Fan".
"You really think you can win by flipping through a few pages of old files?"
Chen Fan looked up at him.
Whether you win or lose depends on whether you can still sit at the same table.
The chief clerk did not reply.
He just stared intently at Chen Fan for a couple of breaths, then suddenly laughed.
The laughter was harsh, like a knife scraping iron.
"it is good."
"Since you're going to bring up old cases..."
"Then I'll just delete all of you from the play."
As soon as he finished speaking...
The black library behind him, which had remained motionless until then, suddenly cracked open.
One after another, slender black knives rose from within.
It doesn't look like a weapon.
More like pens used for correcting characters, yet the blades are so thin they gleam.
Each knife had half a strip of paper hanging from it.
The note was covered with names.
Sun Wukong.
Chen Fan.
Bull Demon King.
Tang Sanzang.
White Dragon Horse.
Even the names of several old monkey generals from Flower Fruit Mountain are included.
A gust of wind blew, and the paper strips swayed wildly.
The whole sky seemed to have cooled down a bit.
The cicada fragment trembled violently, its voice becoming shrill.
"Delete and modify the blade formation!"
The chief clerk stepped forward, his black robe billowing out.
"Start the battle."
In the next instant, ten thousand black blades simultaneously turned towards Flower Fruit Mountain.
Chapter 339 A Common Enemy of the Three Realms? Then Let's Slap Them in the Face Together!
Ten thousand black swords hung in the sky.
The blade was aimed directly at Flower Fruit Mountain.
Every single slip of paper was swaying.
The names on it seem to come alive.
Outside the mountain pass, the allied forces of the three parties had already pressed close.
The heavenly soldiers were arrayed on the left, while the Buddhist soldiers pressed down on the right. The group of black-robed scribes from the Correction Department stood in the middle, holding booklets and carrying pen knives, their expressions colder than the last.
At the very front, a large tricolor flag was planted in mid-air.
Four large characters on the flag.
A common enemy of the three realms.
The ink is still fresh, as if it was just written.
A golden-armored celestial general rode a cloud beast, raising his spear and pointing it at the mountain.
"All of you from Flower Fruit Mountain, kneel down and submit to your bonds!"
"Today, the three parties will jointly try the case. First, the ringleader Chen Fan will be executed; then, Sun Wukong will be stripped of his demonic status; the rest will be executed for treason!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the crowd below the mountain erupted in uproar.
Upon hearing this, the group of former generals of the abandoned army, who were still wearing patched armor, all raised their weapons.
The Bull Demon King spat.
"Your ancestors will be tried together."
Tang Sanzang simply tossed his cassock behind him, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows.
"This humble monk is performing a ritual to help the living beings find peace today."
The white dragon horse exhaled white vapor from its nose and pawed the ground with its front hooves, cracking the stones.
Chen Fan glanced up and looked around quickly.
He didn't look at the array of swords.
Let's first look at the rear of the Allied forces.
really.
There were many flags to mark the occasion, and even more vehicles to transport goods.
The people of the Correction Division were most afraid of death, so they protected the supplies tightly before the sword formation even began.
Several black wooden vans were circled behind.
The truck was full of sealed boxes.
A red tag was stuck to the corner of the box.
Documents to be deleted or revised. Blank annotation board. Backup list.
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
"Monkey, you come from the front."
Sun Wukong had already taken out his golden cudgel.
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
Chen Fan turned his head.
"The Broken-Tailed Yang Jian: A Fragmentary Chapter"
The figure clad in old armor took a step forward, his single eye filled with raging fire.
"exist."
"Bring the discredited troops and follow me to cut off their retreat."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback.
"Aren't you going to face it head-on?"
Chen Fan grinned.
"There are monkeys in front of us, that's enough."
"Let's go and grab something that will embarrass them even more."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong made his move.
boom!
He stomped on the rocks, causing them to crumble, and he soared into the sky.
The golden cudgel swelled in the wind, becoming like a black and gold mountain beam, and smashed down on the tricolor flag.
The golden-armored general's expression changed drastically.
"Stop him!"
Hundreds of heavenly soldiers raised their shields simultaneously.
The Buddhist soldiers also threw out golden rings.
Several black-robed clerks from the Correction Department raised their hands to write, and dozens of sealing talismans fell from the air.
Sun Wukong didn't even look at it.
"Stop your grandpa!"
With one blow, the shield formation shattered first.
With a second muffled thud, the golden rings flew off.
The third blow is the most devastating.
The newly erected banner bearing the inscription "Enemy of the Three Realms" was smashed in two, along with its flagpole.
The ink characters crumbled, and shredded paper flew everywhere.
The entire front of the allied forces was overturned by this blow.
The heavenly soldiers staggered about.
The Buddhist soldiers rolled into a heap.
The golden-armored celestial general's cloud beast broke its neck on the spot, and the general and his beast fell into the rocks.
Huaguo Mountain was initially quiet.
The next instant, a roar filled the sky.
"Well played!"
"Smash them to death!"
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven is mighty!"
The allied forces were horrified.
The announcement had barely been made to the Three Realms when the flag shattered.
This is like slapping someone while they're riding on their face.
The chief clerk stood high in the air, his eyelids twitching, and he raised his hand to suppress the sword formation.
Just then, Chen Fan, carrying the broken-tailed Yang Jian fragment and the discarded case file, slipped into the cloud rift from the side and rear.
This path is the seam in the old manuscript that Jin Chan Canye just pointed out.
Normal people cannot see it.
The Revision Department, however, used it to transport documents.
There are a total of six Kuroki Bunko vehicles.
The only escorts were two teams of clerks in black robes, plus a pale-faced registrar.
The registrar was flipping through the books, reading aloud.
"The vanguard presses down, the flag formation intimidates, and half a moment later, the blade formation falls. First, eliminate Chen Fan, then..."
Before he could finish speaking, a broken door panel suddenly flew out from the clouds in front of him.
Snapped!
The registrar was overturned along with his book.
The Bull Demon King charged the fastest, and with a swing of his great axe, the first carriage was split open.
The boxes scattered all over the floor with a clatter.
Rolls of black-bordered documents rolled out.
There were also small, blank signs, each about the size of a palm, with silver lines along the edges.
"Haha, there really is some good stuff!"
The Bull Demon King bent down and scooped it up.
The clerks panicked and immediately wrote the character for "kill".
With a cold expression, Yang Jian, the man with the broken tail, charged into the crowd, sweeping his old sword horizontally.
The three clerks' chests simultaneously erupted with ink-like light, and they staggered backward like torn pieces of paper.
Chen Fan's approach is simpler.
He didn't kill the first two.
First come, first served.
Just as a black-robed clerk clutched the list of orders in his arms, Chen Fan was already right in front of him, punching him in the nose and then kicking him in the knee.
The moment the clerk knelt down, the booklet slipped from his hand.
Chen Fan grabbed it and his eyes lit up.
The name Huaguo Mountain is not the only one mentioned above.
There were also contingency plans for mutual cuts within the coalition forces.
The Heavenly Court demanded that Buddhism first use up its cannon fodder.
The Buddhist community requires the correction of the principal responsibility.
The revision department went even further, adding a footnote.
If the war gets out of control, the names of the vanguard generals can be removed from the register first, in order to stop the cause of defeat.
Chen Fan was amused.
"You bunch of bastards, you were already trying to shift the blame before the fight even started?"
The pale-faced clerk got up from the ground, his face covered in blood, his voice shrill and piercing.
"Take it back! That's classified!"
"confidential?"
Chen Fan kicked him under the car wheel.
"I'll let the entire Three Realms hear it later."
Several document trucks were emptied in the blink of an eye.
The soldiers' eyes lit up as they worked on the case.
These people were discarded from the old manuscripts, and they hate the revision department for deleting names and changing fates.
The guy who managed to snatch the other's food is now so excited his hands are practically trembling.
An old monkey was holding a box of blank annotation cards, grinning so hard his teeth were showing.
"Strategist, what can this thing do?"
Chen Fan picked up a piece and flicked it with his finger.
The sign made a crisp sound.
"This thing can be used to annotate the plot."
"Whoever gets written about will get a beating."
"If written accurately, it can directly override their provisional judgment."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up even more.
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily.
"You're going to make a fortune today!"
"Let's go back and give them a good beating!"
The battle on the main battlefield has gone completely mad.
Sun Wukong single-handedly overwhelmed the vanguard.
The golden cudgel smashes through everything.
The allied forces had finally managed to re-establish their flag formation, only to have it swept in half by him.
The heavenly generals were replaced three times.
One went up, and one flew down.
The Buddhist sect released eighteen golden Arhats to surround him.
Sun Wukong plucked a handful of monkey hairs and blew on them.
Dozens of monkey shadows pounced at the same time, some pulling on ears, others on legs, dragging the group of Arhats into a chaotic mess.
Laughter filled the hilltop.
"Isn't that bald monk supposed to sit on a lotus throne? Why is he sprawled on the ground today!"
"Wasn't Tianjiang able to shout just now? Why is he only spitting blood now!"
At this moment, Chen Fan returned.
As soon as he returned, he threw the largest scroll of documents to Tang Sanzang.
"Master, we have work to do."
Tang Sanzang caught it, glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then laughed.
That laugh was strange.
His face was kind and gentle, but the words he spoke were like knives.
He stepped to the highest point of the mountain, channeled his magic power, and his voice echoed across the surrounding area.
"Article 3 of the Joint Trial by the Allied Forces".
"If Flower Fruit Mountain puts up a stubborn resistance, the Heavenly Court's vanguard will test the waters first. If more than half are killed or wounded, the Buddhist sect will fill the gap. The Censorate will not send out its core clerks for the time being, to avoid being held accountable."
The allied forces were instantly in an uproar.
The group of heavenly soldiers turned green with rage.
"What do you mean?"
"Using us as a test subject?"
The Buddhist soldiers were also frozen in place.
"Is the Department of Correction not involved?"
Tang Sanzang turned to the next page and continued reading.
"Appendix 7".
"If we are defeated, the main mistakes should not be attributed to Buddhism. Three vanguard generals may be dismissed, and the case will be closed and settled."
Those forwards and generals felt dizzy and their vision blurred.
I was just working so hard, now I just want to curse.
Tang Sanzang didn't stop at all.
"Appendix 9".
"If it is necessary to unify public opinion in the three realms, priority should be given to publicizing that Sun Wukong's madness has not been quelled, without mentioning the Allied Forces' misjudgment, the alteration of documents, or the internal disputes."
With each rule read aloud, the allied forces became more disorganized.
The onlookers, including independent cultivators and various demons who had been peering out from a distance, were now in an uproar.
"Good heavens, the battle isn't even over yet, and the pots are already being divided!"
"Is this the tripartite alliance?"
"The Correction Division is really cunning!"
"The Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect are also useless; they're just putting together a table to sabotage each other!"
The chief clerk's face darkened completely.
"shut up!"
With a flick of his sleeve, several streaks of black ink shot directly at Tang Sanzang.
The white dragon horse leaped into the air and rammed the black light, deflecting it.
Tang Sanzang stood on the mountaintop, holding the document and continuing to read it aloud, his voice even louder.
"And there's one more amazing one."
"If the clerk's formation fails in the reserve list, the 'allies' assistance record' can be temporarily deleted, and all participating demon soldiers can be recorded as spontaneous rebellion."
This time, even the Buddhist soldiers started cursing.
"Bald monk...no, was that monk's chanting true?"
"Correctional Division, you've included us too?"
"Who would risk their lives for them!"
The Allied vanguard has completely scattered.
Some retreated. Some cursed angrily. Some simply threw down their weapons and turned to question the Correctional Department.
Sun Wukong seized the opportunity, laughed heartily, and swung his staff to smash again.
The baton struck from above, hitting the central flag base of the Allied forces squarely.
With a loud bang.
The three-party joint flag was uprooted.
The command platform underneath also exploded.
The gold medal, symbolizing the joint trial, flew into the air, split in two, and crashed to the ground.
Chen Fan walked forward on the gravel and picked up half of the gold medal.
He waved to the Allied forces.
"A decree to unite the three realms against a common enemy?"
"this one?"
"We're giving Huaguo Mountain a new name today."
"Let the three families lose face."
Everyone on and off the mountain was laughing hysterically.
The Bull Demon King, carrying an axe, shouted the loudest.
"Read it aloud! Let their ancestral graves emit smoke!"
The broken-tailed Yang Jian fragment stood to one side, the old sword still dripping with ink, its eyes brighter than when it first appeared.
This is no ordinary victory.
This involves pressing the opposite face to the ground and rubbing it back and forth.
The vanguard alliance finally collapsed.
The heavenly soldiers began to retreat.
The Buddhist soldiers also retreated.
The clerks in the Correction Department were the worst off. They wanted to run but couldn't run fast enough, and those carrying booklets in their arms became the focus of attention at Flower Fruit Mountain.
The soldiers rushed forward, snatching the booklets, grabbing the pen knives, and even tearing off the waist tags.
The men in black robes who had been so high and mighty just moments before were now covered in dust and dirt.
Someone was still shouting.
"The formation isn't complete yet! The formation isn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, the old monkey smacked him in the face with the sole of his shoe.
"Go to hell!"
Just as Chen Fan was about to give chase again, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.
The cicada stalk suddenly shrieked.
"above!"
Everyone looked up at the same time.
High in the sky, the chief clerk had already left the battlefield and was standing in the center of that dark cloud.
He spread his arms out.
The ten thousand black swords behind him, which had been used for deletion and alteration, were no longer aimed at Flower Fruit Mountain.
Instead, they spread out in circles around him.
The paper strips on each knife lit up.
The names on the paper turned red one after another.
Sun Wukong.
Chen Fan.
Bull Demon King.
Tang Sanzang.
White Dragon Horse.
The chief clerk looked down at the crowd, a slight smirk spreading across his face.
"You seized the documents, destroyed the flags, and defaced the official decrees of the three parties."
"very good."
"Then we won't delete it according to the military formation."
He raised a black pen and pointed the tip heavily at the first note.
There were two words written on the note.
Chen Fan.
Chapter 340 The Name is Gone First
A dot with a black pen.
The note with "Chen Fan" written on it first lit up, then shook.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
It was neither sword energy nor magical suppression.
It's something else.
It was as if someone had pressed his entire body onto the paper, preparing to erase a stroke from the words.
The chief clerk squinted, his smile chilling.
"Let's start with the mastermind."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ten thousand black swords in mid-air simultaneously hummed.
The paper strips on each knife emitted a dark gleam.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest, and a series of loud noises exploded in his ears, like countless people turning pages of a book, flipping through them rapidly and fiercely.
The tattered cicada leaf suddenly bumped into his shoulder.
"Don't try to tough it out!"
"This is cutting into the name, not the body!"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky.
On the slip of paper bearing his own name, the first stroke had already begun to fade.
It's like ink being soaked in water.
Sun Wukong charged forward, swinging his golden cudgel in a wide arc, and struck the note with it.
boom!
The stick exploded in the wind.
The note wasn't torn.
Instead, the circle of black blades trembled in unison, their blades pressing down three inches.
The monkey soldiers all over Huaguo Mountain screamed in agony at the same time.
On the hillside, an old monkey was still standing, but its face was covered in smears, as if a portrait had been wiped clean by dirty hands. The next moment, its shoulders, chest, and legs faded away in patches.
There wasn't even any blood.
He only had time to shout half a sentence.
The person is gone.
Only a broken stick remained on the ground.
The entire mountain was quiet.
The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red, and he swung his iron cudgel at the sky.
"You son of a bitch! Is this considered murder?"
He had just reached mid-air when the three black swords simultaneously turned.
The blade flicked.
On the note above the Bull Demon King's head, the character "牛" (bull) had a thin crack.
Old Niu grunted, and his black armor cracked open with a snap, a corner of his left shoulder missing, as if someone had cut a piece from a painting.
He slammed the rock back down, sending stone chips flying everywhere.
Princess Iron Fan, watching from behind, turned pale. With a flick of her fan, she pulled him back.
"Don't rush in! This thing doesn't respond to force!"
The chief clerk stood in the center of the sword formation, his robes perfectly in place.
"Have you come to realize it?"
"You will not die today."
"It's deleted."
The moment that one word was uttered, many people in the mountains felt a chill run down their spines.
Even in death, they still know how to spell.
They deleted it, without even knowing how to block it.
Zhu Ganglie cursed, swung his nine-toothed rake, and spat into the air.
"Playing tricks!"
"Old Pig's name is too tough to be trifled with!"
He was cursing loudly when, in the next instant, a piece of paper above his head suddenly lit up.
A thin black line flew out from the array of blades and slashed towards the three characters "Zhu Ganglie".
laugh.
Everyone heard a soft sound.
Pigsy swayed, and the fat on his face jiggled.
He paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his fangs, then his ears, cursing that the sound effect was stuck.
Tang Sanzang stared at him, his eye twitching violently.
"Where...where's your nose?"
Pigsy lowered his head.
The pig's snout, which used to be arched high, is now missing half of its head.
Not only its nose, but even a single fang near its mouth was hollow, like it was made of smoke. It wobbled a couple of times and then disintegrated.
He was completely stunned.
"What the heck?"
The Golden Cicada Fragment shrieked, "I'm not cutting off your physical body! I'm cutting off the character 'pig' from your name!"
"If you remove half of the character for 'pig,' you'll have half the pig-like qualities you possess!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie's expression completely changed.
He hates it when people make fun of his pig-like appearance.
This thing is even more ruthless now.
It's not about scolding him, it's about directly changing him.
But it's not finished yet.
The half of the character "pig" hung on the paper strip, its broken edge red, as if it might be cut off at any moment.
Pigsy covered his nose, his voice trembling as he cursed.
"Chen Fan! Think of something quick! Old Pig doesn't want to become a half-headed monster!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than things got even worse on the other side.
The white dragon horse neighed loudly, its four hooves pounding the ground, and its silver scales turned completely dark.
Ao Lie suddenly transformed from the horse's body into half a human form, kneeling on one knee, his hand supporting him on the ground, his fingers trembling.
Chen Fan turned his head and his heart sank.
The note on the white dragon horse's head didn't directly reveal its name.
The crack is in the faint text on the side.
Dragon bloodline.
Those four words are gradually becoming blurred.
It looks like someone is rubbing it back and forth with a coarse cloth.
Ao Lie looked up, his voice hoarse.
"The dragon bone within me... is dissipating."
As he spoke, the dragon shadow behind him flashed twice, shortening its length.
The people in the mountains were horrified.
This is no longer a serious injury.
This is going to wipe away even your roots.
The chief clerk raised his chin, looking at a group of prisoners waiting to be stamped.
"Huaguo Mountain abolished the military and altered the main storyline of the Journey to the West."
"Since you all love collecting scraps."
"Today, I will have you also discard cases."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of slips of paper in the sword formation turned red at the same time.
Those names are not those of the main generals.
These are the abandoned cases that were recently taken in by Huaguo Mountain.
There were fragments of heavenly soldiers' manuscripts with missing ears, discarded scrolls of demon generals with broken tails, and small soldiers snatched back from the Qing Tuikou.
They were, after all, incomplete individuals.
That's the first thing that won't be able to withstand the blow.
On the mountainside, a soldier with half his face missing raised his shield, but before he could take two steps, his entire body began to disintegrate from his hand.
It's not broken.
It's bland.
Like ink slowly fading away.
He screamed in panic and tried to grab his companion with his other hand, but his hand went straight through the other's sleeve.
"save……"
He didn't even finish the last word.
The place is now empty.
Only the shield slammed to the ground.
With a loud bang.
That sound seemed to strike right into everyone's hearts.
Then the second, the third, the fourth...
No dust was stirred up on the mountain path of Huaguo Mountain.
One by one, living, breathing people, just like that, gone.
The monkey soldiers watched as their brothers, with whom they had spent every day, stood and disappeared, and even their roars lost their meaning.
"retreat!"
"Everyone, stand back!"
"Don't look up at that knife!"
No one can really back down.
A formation of blades covered the entire mountain.
Even if you shrink into a crevice in the rocks, the note on your head is still there.
This is the first time Huaguo Mountain has suffered such a loss.
It wasn't a scene of corpses strewn across the land.
It's even more painful than that.
Because they can't even collect the bodies.
Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly blazed with golden fire, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.
He leaped up, and hundreds of monkey shadows appeared around him. His golden cudgel split into many powerful strikes, bombarding the array of swords.
Bang bang bang!
The sky exploded into a mess.
Several black knives were bent on the spot.
The chief clerk simply raised his pen and made a single stroke.
The bent black blades straightened instantly.
On the contrary, the note above Sun Wukong's head shone even brighter.
The three characters of "Sun Wukong" looked as if they were burning red.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched, and he shouted urgently, "Monkey! Come back!"
Sun Wukong wanted to smash it again.
Chen Fan rushed forward and grabbed him.
"This is not a magic weapon!"
Sun Wukong turned his head, his eyes filled with a frighteningly fierce look.
"What is that?!"
Chen Fan stared at those names, his mind racing.
The black knife resembles the tip of a pen.
The slips of paper resembled a roster.
What's being cut isn't the person, but the setting, the identity, the stroke written in this world.
No matter how strong you are, you can only hit the paper.
The real cutting is done deeper inside.
He exhaled, his voice low.
"This is from the very beginning."
"It can change who is who, and why it's like this."
"This thing is no ordinary magic weapon."
"This is something the Correction Division uses specifically to deal with the characters in stories."
Upon hearing this, the people around felt a chill run down their spines.
The staff in Tang Sanzang's hand made a cracking sound.
"Then how do we break this?"
Chen Fan did not reply.
he was thinking.
There must be something to restrain.
Since the revision department can delete, someone must have left behind methods to prevent deletion.
Just then, the broken-tailed fragment of Yang Jian's manuscript suddenly stepped out from behind.
On his mutilated face, the cracks still emitted a faint light.
"have."
Everyone looked at him.
With his tail severed, Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed towards the direction of the retreat point.
"The abandoned military archives contain more than just armor and troop registers."
"And there's the old brushstroke."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback.
"stroke?"
Yang Jian, with his tail severed, nodded, his voice hoarse and strained.
"In the early years, the Department of Revision was not a monopoly."
"At that time, there was a group of proofreaders who were dedicated to filling in gaps, adding titles to incomplete works, and reinforcing discarded manuscripts."
"They're using the old-fashioned style."
"You can't delete people from that thing."
"Only one character can be specified."
"If the knife cuts it off, it can be patched up."
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
"Where?"
Just as Yang Jian, who had lost his tail, was about to speak, a cold laugh suddenly came from the sky.
The chief clerk clearly heard it too.
He looked down at Yang Jian, who had lost his tail, as if he were looking at a piece of trash that bothered him.
"The fragments are indeed prone to talking too much."
He flicked his pen.
The three black swords instantly turned towards Yang Jian, who had severed his tail.
A dark line split open on Yang Jian's chest as his tail was severed, and he was thrown back several steps, his back slamming against the stone wall.
But he still coughed up blood-like phlegm and shouted the words out.
"The innermost layer of the armory!"
"Press them beneath the remains of the path-clearing god!"
"The box has the old school's official seal!"
After hearing this, Chen Fan turned around and shouted.
"Old Ox! Sanzang! Take men to the military storehouse!"
"The monkey will stand with me!"
"Ao Lie, guard the pass, don't let them sweep up the names of lower-ranking people again!"
The moment the order was given, everyone sprang into action.
The Bull Demon King, dragging his shoulder which was still missing a corner, picked up his staff and left.
Tang Sanzang led several soldiers from the abandoned case to rush towards Qingtuikou.
The white dragon horse gritted its teeth and got up. Its dragon shadow was extremely weak, but it still managed to fly to the mountain gate.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, stood in front of Chen Fan, and stared up at the sky full of black blades.
"How long can we hold out?"
Chen Fan stared intently at the chief clerk.
"Hold on until they get the pen back."
The chief clerk seemed to have heard a joke, and slowly raised the black pen.
"Take it back?"
"You need to be able to get it, and you also need to have time to write it down."
After he finished speaking, the sword formation behind him began to rotate again.
This time, all the black blades in the center converged towards the top of Sun Wukong's head.
The note floated to the front.
The three words were a glaring red.
Sun Wukong.
The chief clerk's wrist sank, the pen tip fell, and the corners of his mouth slowly stretched open.
"Next cut."
"Cut off the character '空' (empty)."