owlsbooks Chapter 134 The First Nail Drawn from Five Finger Mountain
Chapter 134 The First Nail Drawn from Five Finger Mountain
The crack in the southern sky is still pressing downwards.
The black light churned, like an overturned pot.
The sky above Huaguo Mountain was filled with red warning signs.
Chen Fan looked up; the scorching residue from the extermination seal was so hot it was steaming from his palm. Without a word, he turned and yelled, "Old Sun, Brother Niu, to the Wuzhishan site! The third anchor point is down, and the first nail is probably already showing!"
Sun Wukong could no longer stand.
He stomped on the rocks, slammed his golden cudgel across his shoulder, and there wasn't a trace of a smile on his monkey face.
"I'm going too."
The Bull Demon King slammed his iron cudgel down, spitting out two puffs of white breath from his nostrils: "Me too? Me too my ass. I'm going to give that motherfucker a good beating."
Pigsy, carrying a rake, shouted from behind, "I'll go help too!"
Sun Wukong turned around and scolded, "You guard the mountain! If a real fight breaks out, everyone who comes will die. Your fat body is perfect for making candied hawthorns for someone."
Pigsy's mouth twisted, and he didn't dare to argue.
The white dragon horse also wanted to follow, but Chen Fan raised his hand and stopped it.
"Don't panic. The third anchor point has just been reached, and those bastards in the sky definitely have more tricks up their sleeves. We need to keep some people at Flower Fruit Mountain. Old Sun, Brother Niu, come with me."
The three of them took a step into the air.
The next instant, the world shook.
We've arrived at the old site of Wuzhishan.
But this place is no longer the same as it used to be.
The mountain is still there.
Only half remains.
A black crack hundreds of feet long appeared in the ground, as if someone had cleaved it from the foot of the mountain all the way to the earth's core with a knife. A black nail, as thick as a city pillar, was stuck in the crack, its surface covered with dense, old Buddhist patterns. With each flash of the nail, the shadow of a broken Buddha's hand would appear around it.
The shadow was incomplete.
Two of my five fingers are missing.
But his palm was still pressing down.
It made the sky seem to drop three degrees lower.
Sun Wukong stood in front of the mountain and stopped in his tracks.
The Bull Demon King turned to look at him: "Seventh Brother?"
Sun Wukong stared at the black nail, his teeth clenching tighter and tighter.
"I recognize this thing."
Chen Fan's heart sank: "The Origin Anchor?"
Sun Wukong nodded, his voice cold: "He specifically targeted my line."
"That palm strike back then wasn't just about crushing me."
"They nailed me to the shape they wanted me to be from head to toe."
"Make trouble when you should. Lose when you should. Protect Tang Sanzang with all your might when you should. Become a Buddha when you should."
As he spoke the last sentence, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
"This nail is the one left from that palm strike."
Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's eyes widened in surprise.
"Damn it, wasn't it enough that I dominated you once? I want to keep you pinned down for life?"
Chen Fan looked at the system panel, where red text was scrolling by rapidly.
【warning】
[Origin Anchor Point Detected]
[Objective: Fix Sun Wukong's character arc]
Recommendation: Remove immediately.
"Stop looking, just tear it down."
Chen Fan had barely finished speaking.
With a "whoosh," a ring of gray paper rolled up around the black nail.
It's not paper money.
They are paper soldiers in human form.
Some carried knives, others held guns; their faces were blank, yet their chests bore the mark of the Heavenly Court. As soon as they landed, they charged forward, their steps frighteningly synchronized.
The Bull Demon King grinned.
"Let's grab some appetizers to tide us over."
The words were spoken.
He crashed straight into it.
boom!
The paper soldiers in the front row didn't even scream before the whole row exploded.
The Bull Demon King didn't stop at all. He thrust his horns forward and swept his iron cudgel across the ground. Paper soldiers flew up in swarms, burning to black ash in mid-air. Just as the dozen or so Vajra puppets that rushed up from behind raised their arms, the Bull Demon King slammed his cudgel down, causing the ground to ripple.
"You piece of junk, you dare block my way?"
A three-zhang-tall Vajra puppet swung its fist and smashed down.
The Bull Demon King did not hide.
He raised his shoulder and stubbornly resisted.
A snap.
The golden-iron arm broke off at the elbow and flew off in a circle. The Bull Demon King took the opportunity to stab the puppet in the chest with his mixed iron cudgel, lifting the entire puppet up and sending it hurtling towards a group of paper soldiers behind him.
A series of loud explosions.
The scene instantly erupted.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
That old ox is really reckless.
That's really impressive.
Sun Wukong was even more straightforward.
He stepped onto the broken slope beside the nail and swung his golden cudgel in a wide arc.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The black nail only wobbled once.
It's not broken.
Sun Wukong flicked his wrist, and his monkey face grew even colder.
"Tough enough."
"The harder the better."
His second batter hit the same spot directly.
clang!
The lingering shadows of the old Buddha's palms all around suddenly pressed down.
A powerful force surged back along the staff, causing the mountain to crack. Sun Wukong, however, did not retreat an inch, pressing down hard on the end of the staff with both hands, his muscles bulging as he forcefully pushed the force back.
"Trying to bully me a second time?"
"You don't deserve it!"
A thin crack finally appeared on the surface of the black nail.
Just then.
Three groups of people emerged from behind the mountain.
No, to be precise, there were three groups of shadows.
The six figures on the left, wearing old crowns and with talisman plaques hanging from their waists, are projections of the old version of the Six Ding and Six Jia. Their faces are all bluish-gray, and their eyes are lifeless.
On the right were a dozen or so people dressed in the dark gold armor of Buddhist mountain guardians, holding mountain seals in their hands, each step they took echoing with a dull thud.
There are only three people in the very middle.
He wore a gray robe, a black hat, and had a long hammer hanging from his waist.
They carried stakes half a person's height on their backs.
The aura was the strangest.
Like a living person.
It looks like it was cut out of paper.
One of them raised his eyelids, looked at Sun Wukong, and smirked.
"We were able to keep it under control back then."
"It can be kept under control now."
The other person stared at the Bull Demon King as if he were a beast about to be slaughtered.
"You charged ahead pretty hard. Too bad, you're just a gatekeeper."
The third person looked at Chen Fan.
"Temporary Resonator".
"A stolen name won't last long."
"The 'Cleaving Blade' can save you once, but it can't save you a second time."
Chen Fan laughed when he heard this.
"You all speak with the same accent. It's like you've been soaking in a latrine for three days."
The man's face darkened.
The Bull Demon King was even more direct, carrying his stick and yelling, "Guardian bull? Come here, I'll knock your front teeth out first."
The Mountain Guardian was the first to act.
More than a dozen mountain seals flew up at the same time.
The moment it pressed down, the air seemed to freeze.
Just as Chen Fan was about to retreat, Sun Wukong took a step forward and thrust his staff straight up to the sky.
"Get out of here!"
boom!
He forcefully shattered the first mountain seal.
Before the burst of golden light had even dissipated, the projections of the Six Ding and Six Jia simultaneously formed an array, and six chains fell from the sky, specifically binding the limbs and neck. Sun Wukong slipped, and the ground immediately sank half a foot.
The Bull Demon King raised his staff and smashed it.
"Trying to scam my brother?"
The iron bar broke two chains.
Just as the remaining four were about to wrap around him, Chen Fan's handprint flashed and he made a sweeping motion in the air.
"Crush the field, cut the line!"
laugh!
The four chains looked as if they had been burned, broken off at the base.
The six Ding and six Jia projections retreated simultaneously, as if struck by a muffled thunderbolt, their faces contorted in shock.
The man in the middle who was driving the stake finally raised his hand.
He tapped the nail lightly with the hammer in his hand.
thump.
The sound wasn't loud.
The entire Wuzhishan site then sank.
All the pebbles on the ground jumped.
Sun Wukong's monkey hair suddenly bristled, and it felt as if a mountain had pressed down on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw that what was floating in mid-air was no longer a single afterimage of a Buddha's palm, but five.
Five palms pressed down.
Press down on the top of his head.
"Sun Wukong".
"You should stay at the foot of the mountain."
"It was like this before, and it is like this now."
The man driving the stake in continued hammering down the stake, one sentence at a time.
With each sentence spoken, the palms were lowered further.
The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red.
"You're talking nonsense!"
He stomped his feet on the ground and charged straight at the three men who were driving stakes into the ground like a cannonball.
One of the stake-driving men swung a black nail with his backhand.
The black nail grew longer in the wind, heading straight for the Bull Demon King's forehead.
The Bull Demon King didn't dodge; he just looked up and crashed into him.
boom!
The bull's horn and the black nail clashed violently, creating a visible shockwave. The black nail broke in half, and blood trickled from the Bull Demon King's forehead, but he seemed oblivious, grabbing the remaining half and stabbing it back in.
puff!
The man who was driving the stake had his shoulder pierced on the spot, and he was thrown backwards and pinned to the cliff.
"The gatekeeper cow, is it?"
The Bull Demon King took a step forward and grabbed the other person by the neck.
"Where's your door? I'll tear it down!"
After saying that, he swung his fist and smashed it.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
The man who had driven the stake in had a distorted face, but he was still babbling, "Correction...irreversible..."
The Bull Demon King threw another punch.
"You've defied your ancestors!"
the other side.
Sun Wukong, enduring the pressure of five palms, suddenly laughed.
He laughed very fiercely.
"Back then, I was rebellious by nature, but I lost because I couldn't see things clearly."
"Now I understand."
"Are you trying to pressure me with old things?"
He twisted his hands, and the golden cudgel suddenly thickened, directly blocking the topmost Buddha palm.
Then, the monkey rose up from the ground.
It's not a jump.
He forced his way upwards despite the five palm strikes.
The first palm shadow shattered.
The second palm shadow cracked.
The third palm shadow had just been pressed down when he pierced it through with his staff.
"Press me down?"
"Again!"
The surrounding mountain guardians were dumbfounded.
One of the mountain guardians exclaimed, "Impossible! He was clearly already bound by the first nail!"
Chen Fan seized upon this sentence, and a thought struck him.
The first nail?
That means there's more than one here.
really.
A new notification suddenly popped up on the system interface.
[Test Completed]
Multiple pile-pile structures exist in the Wuzhishan area.
[Currently Manifested: First Nail]
[Enhanced underground reaction]
Chen Fan's expression changed, and he immediately shouted, "Old Sun, don't linger! There's more down there!"
The voice just fell.
The entire ground collapsed with a roar.
The black nail sank down.
A muffled thud echoed from deep within the mountain's base, like a colossal creature that had slept for many years turning over.
Everyone's feet swayed slightly.
The Bull Demon King had just smashed a mountain-guarding officer into the ground when he looked up and yelled, "What the hell is that?"
next second.
Five stone fingers protrude from the cracked mountain belly.
Each one is thicker than a mountain beam.
The stone surface was covered with old scriptures and cracked seals, and broken chains were embedded in the palm lines. It first slowly opened, revealing the familiar indentation on the palm, and then suddenly slammed down on Sun Wukong's head.
Sun Wukong looked up.
The Bull Demon King turned around.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted; the scorching residue from the extinction mark was so hot he could barely hold it.
That stone palm was actually going to slap Sun Wukong back down the mountain.
Let's try pressing Chapter 325 again.
The moment the stone palm pressed down, all the old marks on the Five Finger Mountain lit up.
The scriptures buried in the stone skin sprang up one by one, as if they had come to life, and wrapped around Sun Wukong's head.
The Mountain Guardian stood before the cracked mountainside, a cold smile on his face.
"If I can bully you once, I can bully you a second time."
"There's no way to overturn the verdict against someone like you."
Sun Wukong looked up and glanced at it.
He didn't dodge.
He flipped his hand over, and the golden cudgel rose horizontally, pointing straight up into the sky.
boom!
A muffled thud exploded.
The downward momentum of the stone palm was abruptly halted in mid-air.
The golden cudgel bent into a frightening arc, and the golden patterns on its body lit up in circles, like a line of fire burning from the end to the tip.
Sun Wukong's feet sank into the ground.
Two trenches split open in the ground, and the explosion continued backwards from his feet.
But he grinned.
"Press it again?"
"Come on, I, Old Sun, will stand here and press you down today."
The stone palm continued downwards.
The old indentation on his palm was directly facing Sun Wukong's head.
The mark was too familiar.
The familiarity made everyone present feel a chill.
That's not an ordinary mark.
That was a humiliation that had lasted for five hundred years.
Pigsy gritted his teeth and cursed, "Those bastards from Buddhism, they really know how to pick a place to hurt us."
Sha Wujing, carrying his demon-subduing staff, had bloodshot eyes.
Tang Sanzang didn't say anything, but just tore off the prayer beads, scattering them all over the ground.
Chen Fan stared at the stone palm, the annihilation mark fragments burning hot in his palm.
The system interface is flashing erratically.
[Resurgence of the old compaction structure detected]
[First Layer of Origin Suppression Activated]
[Target: Sun Wukong]
[Suppression Source: Five Fingers Old Palm, Qitian Sin Seal, Black Nail Chains]
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold.
"Origin structure?"
"You bastard, you still have a backup plan."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen black nail chains suddenly shot out from the palm lines of the stone palm and wrapped around Sun Wukong's shoulders, wrists, and neck.
Each one carried an ancient, lingering Buddhist light, specifically designed to lock away his body.
The mountain-suppressing envoy burst into laughter.
"Sun Wukong, don't you like to bring up old grievances?"
"I'll let you have it all again today!"
A burst of golden light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.
He twisted the stick sharply, and actually took a step forward, pushing against the stone palm.
"Old grudges?"
"I'm here today to settle accounts!"
The ground collapsed as soon as that step was taken.
The stone palm was also shaken by his impact.
The expressions of the surrounding mountain magistrates changed.
"How is that possible!"
"The repression is still in effect, how can he possibly hold on?"
The leader of the Mountain Guardians suddenly raised his hand and slapped the mountainside.
"The Seal of Atonement!"
The next moment, a deep sound came from inside Wuzhi Mountain.
It was like someone had struck a great bell in the heart of the mountain.
Immediately afterwards, a huge black character appeared in mid-air.
Qi Tian.
The moment those two words were uttered, it was as if the heavens and earth were lowered.
That's not a ban.
That is the mark of sin.
The edges of the characters were all broken and cracked, like charred chains. As soon as it appeared, the golden light on Sun Wukong's body immediately became chaotic, and the head of his staff sank an inch.
The leader of the Mountain Guardian's sneer grew even more intense.
"The Monkey King?"
"These four words are the shackles that Buddhism has placed on you."
"The more you accept it, the harder it will press down!"
The Bull Demon King had just knocked someone away when he heard this and turned around to curse.
"Damn it, you're playing this dirty trick."
He doesn't waste words at all.
With a push of his foot, he charged sideways like a truly mad, prehistoric bull.
boom!
The Bull Demon King crashed into the Stone Palm's wrist.
The stone wrist trembled first, then cracked.
The crack instantly spread across half of his arm.
The Bull Demon King's shoulder was bleeding from the impact, but he was still cursing.
"Suppressing monkeys?"
"I'll break your arm first!"
Another collision.
Click!
The stone wrist broke off in half on the spot.
The entire stone palm tilted to one side.
Sun Wukong felt the pressure suddenly ease and raised his staff to push upwards.
With a loud thud, a large hole was punched in his palm by the head of the stick.
Stone chips mixed with old scriptures flew everywhere.
The guardians surrounding Wuzhi Mountain were completely dumbfounded.
This is part of the original repression structure.
The thing that once overshadowed the Monkey King.
Now, it's been torn apart by a frontal impact and a side collision.
"Stop them!"
"Stop them!"
Several mountain guardians rushed forward.
Chen Fan had been waiting for this.
He held the cleaver horizontally in his hand, and the temporary resonance pattern on the blade lit up again.
"Get out of here, all of you."
He cleaved down with a single stroke.
The three mountain guardians in front, along with their protective aura, were shattered, their blood splashing directly onto the mountain wall.
Chen Xuance took a step forward, and black threads burst forth from his sleeve, wrapping around the other person's neck. With a pull, the neck bone snapped with a crack.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Ganglie swung his rake and swept across.
"Don't you guys like to put on pressure?"
"Old Pig will bury you all alive today!"
The area in front of the mountain was in complete chaos.
Sun Wukong, however, seemed not to see anything else.
He only stared at the "Qitian" sin mark above his head.
When those two words came down, his shoulder bones were cracking.
This thing doesn't hit the physical body.
It specifically targets those with prestigious titles.
The leader of the mountain-suppressing envoys shouted, "Sun Wukong, if you dare to call yourself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, it can suppress you for eternity. If you dare not acknowledge it, you won't even know who you are!"
That's a really harsh statement.
Many people around paused for a moment.
This is an open conspiracy.
They accepted it, and then continued to suffer the oppression.
To deny it is to tear up the past.
Even the Bull Demon King frowned and shouted, "Monkey, don't fall for his trap!"
Sun Wukong looked up at the two black characters.
I watched for two breaths.
Then, he suddenly laughed.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
He was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.
The leader of the Mountain Guardians' faces darkened: "What are you laughing at?"
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground and pointed at the mark of sin in the sky.
"You bunch of bald monks, you still haven't improved."
"You really think a title can keep me tied down?"
He took a sudden step forward, his voice booming like thunder.
"I heard you clearly."
"I don't need the title of Great Sage Equal to Heaven today, but I'll still beat you up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, half of the oppressive force that had been restraining Sun Wukong by the Sin Mark dissipated on the spot.
The black characters "齐天" (Qitian) in the sky flashed wildly.
It's like throwing a punch and missing.
The leader of the mountain-guarding envoy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"impossible!"
"How could the Sin Mark have failed!"
Chen Fan was startled by what he saw, and then burst out laughing the next second.
Correct.
That's the way to go.
The Buddhist sect has always used it to lock up Sun Wukong.
Lock him up with his title, lock him up with his past, lock him up with his shame.
But Sun Wukong tore that layer apart himself today.
You want to suppress the Monkey King?
Then I won't fight you with this shell today.
I am still me.
I'll still fuck you hard.
That was a ruthless move.
This is equivalent to directly invalidating half of the other party's rules.
Sun Wukong didn't give them a chance to recover.
As soon as the seal of guilt loosened, he leaped into the air, gripped the stick with both hands, and smashed it down on the two black characters.
"Smash it for me!"
boom!
The black mark of sin was smashed on the spot.
The cracks spread out along the edges of the characters, like a black mirror shattering.
The shockwave overturned half of the mountain.
The leader of the Mountain Guardian retreated more than ten steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
"How...how dare you..."
Sun Wukong landed and looked up at him.
"Try saying it again."
The mountain envoy's lips moved, but he didn't dare to accept.
On the other side, the Bull Demon King had already rushed to the broken stone arm.
Buried within the broken stone wrist was a section of black nailed chain, its body dark and heavy, its surface covered in barbs. The Bull Demon King grabbed it, his palm bleeding from the piercing wound.
He cursed, but instead of letting go, he pulled hard outwards.
Whoosh!
He pulled out more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the entire chain.
The chain's end was still connected to the depths of the mountain, as if nailed to something.
The Bull Demon King looked down and his eyes lit up.
"Chen Fan!"
"This is no ordinary chain!"
Chen Fan forced the two men back with a single strike and immediately rushed over.
"How so?"
The Bull Demon King slammed the chains to the ground.
"This is an anchor chain."
"The suppression structure doesn't just press downwards; it also anchors a certain point in the mountain."
"Drag it out, and it might bite back!"
Chen Fan understood instantly.
"Where will it be dragged to?"
The Bull Demon King grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"The monkey's roots are there."
"Take Flower Fruit Mountain and try to pull it down; this thing could flip right over onto the Buddhist side!"
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
The resources have been found.
This is the key to breaking the deadlock.
He immediately shouted, "Wukong, destroy one layer first, leave the chain!"
Sun Wukong, who was chasing after the leader of the mountain-guarding envoy, replied without turning his head, "Understood!"
The next second, he swept his staff horizontally, blasting the entire mountain wall in front of him apart.
Two of the three remaining stone fingers of the Five Finger Mountain Old Palm broke off on the spot.
The scriptures inside the mountain were torn apart like cloth.
The system kept popping up messages.
The first layer of the original suppression structure was damaged.
[Damage progress: 31%...49%...67%]
[WARNING: Core overlay exposed]
The leader of the mountain-guarding envoy panicked completely and turned to flee into the mountainside.
"Protect the monument!"
"Protect the monument immediately!"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
Protecting the monument?
There's something else hidden inside.
"Chase!"
The crowd pressed forward immediately.
Sun Wukong charged the fastest, smashing through the last mountain wall with a single blow.
Boom!
The entire Five Finger Mountain splits open from the middle.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
Countless old stones rolled down to both sides.
Deep in the heart of the mountain, there was indeed a broken stele.
The monument is not large, half of it is buried in black mud, the surface of the monument is badly cracked, and there are still a few broken nails nailed on the edge.
There was only one line of text at the top.
The writing is old.
It looks so old, like it was hastily carved on many years ago.
But everyone present saw it clearly.
The line of text read—
The initial design of Sun Wukong.
The air suddenly became still.
Even Sun Wukong stopped in his tracks.
The Bull Demon King stared at the monument until his voice was hoarse.
"Damn it..."
"These bald monks, they even wrote down what the monkey should look like at the beginning?"
Chapter 326 Who is written on the Origin Monument?
The moment that broken stele was revealed, the entire heart of the mountain seemed to be stuck.
Sun Wukong stood at the very front, his golden cudgel still pressing against the ground.
He didn't speak.
But anyone could see that his face had turned cold.
The Bull Demon King couldn't resist taking a step forward and reaching out to scrape the mud off the stele.
"I'd like to see what kind of filth these bastards can come up with."
The black mud fell off layer by layer.
The broken nail trembled as well.
Below the line on the monument that reads "Initial Design of Sun Wukong," there is an even smaller line of text hidden beneath.
The handwriting was crooked and uneven, as if someone had rushed to carve it on.
Chen Fan squinted and his back tensed up.
It says on it—
It cannot be deactivated.
The moment those four words were uttered, Shan Xin became as silent as death.
Pigsy cursed first: "Damn it, they even have to decide how Monkey King will live in advance?"
The white dragon horse's breathing became heavy, and its hooves dug a furrow in the ground.
Tang Sanzang looked at the stele, and even stopped the prayer beads in his hand.
The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red, and he forced a smile through gritted teeth.
"Good, very good."
"So it turns out they weren't afraid of the monkeys causing trouble from the beginning."
"They are afraid that the monkeys will become like them."
Sun Wukong still didn't move.
He only stared at those four words.
He stared at it for a few moments.
Then he raised his hand and touched the crack on the monument.
The movement was very gentle.
It was as light as touching an old corpse.
Chen Fan didn't say anything to persuade him.
Anyone who tries to offer advice at this point is just asking for trouble.
The next moment, Sun Wukong suddenly laughed.
The laughter was very low.
But the lower the value, the more unsettling it becomes.
"Initial design".
"Uncontrollable."
"So, I, Old Sun, wasn't born to be seen as a human being by you."
As he spoke, the veins on his hand bulged.
With a click.
The surface of the broken monument is cracked.
The outer layer of gray stone shell was blasted into several pieces.
Rock chips flew everywhere, leaving craters all over the surrounding mountain walls.
Once the stone shell shattered, the true stele inside was revealed.
That's not a stone.
It was a blackened, bony shell covered with densely engraved characters.
Some of them are already worn out.
Some of them are still recognizable.
"The Spirit Stone Embryo is highly warlike and suspicious."
"Suitable for use as an anomaly."
"Restraining is possible after pressure."
"One recycling nail is required."
"If it derails, apply heavy pressure first."
"Uncontrollable."
Each line is like a knife, stabbing straight into people's eyes.
The Bull Demon King watched, his chest heaving, white vapor billowing from both nostrils.
Pigsy cursed even more fiercely: "Damn it, this isn't a proper setting, this is treating Monkey King like livestock!"
Tang Sanzang's eyelids twitched, and he whispered, "They're not livestock, they're tools."
This is even harsher.
Sun Wukong's laughter stopped.
He looked at the monument, but there was no fire in his eyes.
The more this happened, the more Chen Fan knew that the monkey was really going all out this time.
"Chen Fan".
Sun Wukong suddenly spoke.
"I used to think that being suppressed for 500 years was already bad enough."
"Now it seems they weren't pressing down on me."
"They're trying to crush my pride."
Chen Fan took half a step forward, his voice cold.
"Then smash it."
"Smash it."
"Then turn over everything they've written."
"Let's start with the first anchor point today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong suddenly raised his staff.
Without the slightest pause.
One blow.
They bombed it directly.
boom!
The entire genuine stele exploded with a loud bang on the spot.
The bone shell cracked with countless white lines, and the mountain core trembled violently, as if something underground had been violently awakened by this blow.
The black mud at the base of the monument is swirling and turning.
A dark golden anchor core suddenly sprang out.
The thing was only as thick as an arm, pointed at the front, and covered with a series of lock-like patterns at the back, like a long nail driven into the earth's veins.
As soon as it appeared, the entire Wuzhi Mountain began to recede.
The shattered stone palm even tried to close up again.
The system light screen flickered wildly in front of Chen Fan's eyes.
【warning】
[First Origin Anchor Control Logic Loosening]
The nail recycling program is being restarted.
[It is recommended to destroy the anchor core immediately.]
Chen Fan stared at the dark gold anchor core, a surge of joy welling up inside him.
It's loosened.
This is enough.
"Old Ox!"
He shouted loudly.
"Lock it up and drag it towards Flower Fruit Mountain!"
The Bull Demon King had been waiting for this line.
He ripped off the black studded chain from behind his shoulder, and with a flick of his wrists, the chain rattled and snapped.
The chain, which had been wrapped around his arm, was now flung out like a live python, hurtling straight for the anchor core.
"Get the hell over here!"
Snapped!
The chain is securely fastened to the middle section of the anchor core.
The Bull Demon King stomped his foot so hard that half of the mountain's core collapsed under his weight.
He hunched over, veins bulging on his neck, and dragged the anchor core outwards.
The anchor core emitted a harsh, grating sound.
Fire erupted all the way underground.
It felt like countless iron teeth were biting down below.
It really got dragged along.
Even just an inch was enough to make everyone in the room's eyelids twitch wildly.
Pigsy was the first to react, and charged forward carrying his nine-toothed rake.
"I'm going too!"
The white dragon horse revealed its dragon body directly, with its tail wrapped around the end of the chain.
With a single slap of his hand, Tang Sanzang pressed the scroll of scriptures down, pressing large sections of the reversed text around the anchor core and forcefully stopping its retraction.
All four people exerted their strength at the same time.
That nail really did start to deflect little by little.
Originally, it was nailed deep into the heart of the mountain.
At this moment, its tip is slowly turning eastward.
Huaguo Mountain is over there.
Chen Fan felt a burning sensation in his chest.
The system then displayed another string of text.
[First anchor point direction correction in progress]
Current deflection: 11%...17%...24%
Cool.
That was fucking awesome.
They are not destroying the anchor.
They were trying to grab the anchor.
This thing was originally the stake used by the Correction Department to nail Sun Wukong to death.
Now they're forcing us to change it into their own path.
A sharp shriek suddenly came from the other side of the mountain wall.
The repairman who had previously hidden in the crack rushed out.
Half of his face was mangled, and a broken nail was stuck in his chest, but his eyes were fiercer than a mad dog's.
When he saw the anchor core being dragged away, his voice cracked.
"stop!"
"The first anchor must not be reversed!"
"Anyone who disobeys will be dismissed!"
He yelled as he shoved his hands into his chest.
Just break that broken nail off.
Black blood gushed out from the broken nail, splashing all over his face.
Chen Fan knew something was wrong at a glance.
This bastard isn't here to fight to the death; he's here to blow up the anchor point.
"Monkey, send him away first!"
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Sun Wukong had already disappeared.
All that remained was a single, exploded footprint on the ground.
next moment.
The man driving the stake suddenly felt a darkness above his head.
He had just looked up when the golden cudgel came crashing down.
There were no fancy tricks.
It's just a blow.
boom!
Before the man could even finish his scream, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist from head to toe, along with the broken nail in his hand.
The few remaining guardians of the mountain behind the cliff turned pale.
Some people turned and ran.
Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down.
"It's...it's over in seconds?"
"Can you smash a stake driver with a single blow?"
"Didn't he just get crushed by the first anchor?"
The Bull Demon King yanked on the chains while laughing loudly.
"What's the point of suppressing him once!"
"The more you suppress this monkey, the more ferocious it becomes!"
Sun Wukong landed back carrying his staff, and the fire in his eyes finally ignited.
"Trying to blow up my anchor?"
"Did you ask me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the front end of the anchor core with one hand.
Clasp your five fingers together.
Tighten it.
click!
He actually managed to twist the dark gold anchor core off by half an inch.
With that slight movement, the entire mountainside suddenly tilted eastward.
Even the crack in the distant sky flickered.
The system notification indicated that the page was instantly full.
[Deflection: 39%...51%...68%]
[Logic being rewritten]
[Reclaim Nail Permissions]
[Warning: Unknown interference continues to intensify]
Chen Fan stared at the light screen, his heart pounding in his throat.
It was so close.
It was just one step away from victory.
"Again!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed the extinguishing residue directly onto the anchor core.
The ink smear lit up with a buzzing sound as soon as it touched the surface.
The fine line climbed along the anchor core, rushing into the ground like a fire line.
At the same time, Sun Wukong, the Bull Demon King, Zhu Bajie, and the White Dragon Horse all exerted their power.
Tang Sanzang also slapped the last page of the anti-scripture text onto the screen.
"Send it to me!"
A loud bang.
The entire anchor core was finally removed from its original position.
Like a venomous snake dragged out of the mud, it flung itself eastward, covered in black mud and old talismans.
A long ravine splits open in the center of the mountain.
The bottom of the ditch was full of broken old scriptures and nails.
The first anchor point has been achieved.
The system interface was instantly cleaned up.
Then, a new line of text appeared.
【Ding】
The first anchor point has deviated from the original recycling logic.
[Status Update: Recycle Nail → Reverse Plank (Damaged)]
[Host receives node rewriting reward: Journey to the West Points +300000]
[Host granted temporary privileges: One anchor jump]
Pigsy's eyes widened in astonishment: "You can do that?"
The Bull Demon King was panting heavily, but he still couldn't help but grin.
"Hahaha, the things from the Correction Division have become our door panels today."
Chen Fan smiled too.
That move was worthwhile.
The first anchor point wasn't destroyed; in fact, the benefits were even greater.
From now on, this place will be like a nail they've driven in from the opposite direction.
But before he could speak, the anchor core, which had been torn to pieces, suddenly shuddered.
All the cracks on it lit up.
It's not black light.
It was a very faint golden light.
Sun Wukong frowned, just about to step forward.
A crack suddenly appeared in the center of the anchor core.
Like a door.
It's like a piece of old skin that's been torn apart.
"What is it?"
Just as the Bull Demon King uttered his curse, a shadow suddenly floated out of the crack.
Not big.
He was even thinner than an ordinary monkey demon.
The hair was almost completely gone, as if it had been burned many times.
But when that monkey face appeared, Sun Wukong froze for a moment.
The remnant soul stood in mid-air, first looking around blankly.
Then, it raised its head, looked at Sun Wukong, and its lips trembled twice.
Like knowing each other.
It's as if they dare not recognize them.
The next second, a hoarse, almost broken sound squeezed out of its throat.
"How...how are you still alive?"
Chapter 327 Cutting the Script First on the Journey to the West
The remnant soul's single sentence left everyone inside the mountain speechless.
Sun Wukong stared at it, and the fierce glint in his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Who are you?"
The remnant soul's lips trembled, as if it wanted to speak, yet dared not.
As soon as it raised its hand, the entire Origin Monument suddenly lit up.
It's not soft lighting.
It was a blinding golden-white light.
Cracks spread across the surface of the monument, as if someone were prying it open with a knife. The next instant, the mountainside shook violently, the black mud beneath their feet churned up, and even the Bull Demon King staggered.
The annihilation seal fragments in Chen Fan's hand suddenly became hot.
The system indicates in red that you can directly use facial recognition.
【warning】
[West Route Main Axis Revealed]
[Old Journey to the West Self-Protection Activated]
[Please destroy the main storyline anchor as soon as possible, host]
"They're here."
Chen Fan gave a low shout and looked up.
Above the mountainside, the entire rock layer cracked open like paper.
There is no sky behind the crack.
It is a road.
An ancient road that shines.
It hung in mid-air, pressing down straight down, as wide as a great river. The road surface was covered with old scriptures, gold threads stretching one after another, dazzling to the eye. On both sides of the road, stone tablets rose from the light, densely packed, lined up without end.
Each stele is engraved with the character "难" (difficult).
Yellow wind.
White bones.
flame.
Reaching the heavens.
The train was late.
daughter country.
Lion Camel.
Each time a piece rises, a muffled thunderclap resounds across the heavens and earth.
There are eighty-one pieces in total.
Everything is complete.
Pigsy looked up and grinned, "Damn it, these bald guys have really paved the way."
Tang Sanzang remained silent.
He stood at the very front, the hem of his robe fluttering wildly in the wind, but his eyes were fixed on the ancient road.
In the middle of the road, a ball of black and gold light slowly descended.
Like a nail.
It also resembles a section of a bridge pier.
When it crashed into the center of the road, the entire ancient road seemed to sink. Immediately, layers of locks and chains appeared all around, intertwining to form a huge ring, tightly protecting the black and gold anchor in the center.
Chen Fan glanced at it and immediately understood.
This thing is the backbone of this old pilgrimage route.
As long as the anchor remains intact, the road will continue.
As long as the road continues, the eighty-one tribulations can be faced again and again.
Even more trouble is yet to come.
After the main anchor was lowered, people began to appear on the road.
Not a living person.
It's a projection.
One by one.
Monk, monkey, pig, white horse, Sha Wujing.
They were dressed in the most standard uniforms, their expressions as stiff as clay figures in a temple, and their movements were exactly the same. Each group walked with their heads down, as if they were following the steps of some old scripture.
The Bull Demon King glanced at them and immediately cursed, "Are they treating the pilgrimage to the West like herding sheep? One group after another, all molded from the same template!"
Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, turned dark.
This is what he hates most.
The living person walked away like a puppet.
This is even more disgusting than being imprisoned for five hundred years.
At the end of the ancient road, the sound of a wooden fish suddenly rang out.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Each blow hit my eardrum.
The projections all stopped and made way for each other.
A monk came out.
Fair-skinned. Slender. Holding a tin staff. His eyebrows and eyes were as serene as if painted.
His appearance even seemed to brighten the scriptures on the ancient road.
Chen Fan recognized it at a glance.
Old version of Xuanzang projection.
The monk walked to the middle of the road, looked at Tang Sanzang, his gaze was not cold, but very heavy.
Xuanzang.
"You have abandoned the true Dharma of Buddhism, arbitrarily taken scriptures and established moral principles, privately colluded with demons, and acted perversely."
Do you know your crime?
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
As soon as the old version of Xuanzang opened his mouth, the standard projection images next to him came to life. They all looked at Tang Sanzang with the same scrutinizing gaze, as if they were looking at a traitor who had broken a major precept.
Pigsy was the first to lose his temper.
"I know your grandpa."
He carried his nine-toothed rake, stood in front of him, and his nose was crooked with anger.
"You bunch of damned bastards, you're all walking on dog leashes yourselves, and you want to put them around other people's necks?"
"Whoever wants it can take it; I'm not going to serve them."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his rake and smashed it against the nearest stone tablet inscribed with "Yellow Wind Disaster".
boom!
The stone tablet exploded on the spot.
Pebbles flew about, shimmering with golden light.
The entire ancient road trembled.
A system notification will pop up immediately.
[Successfully destroyed one of the previously difficult nodes]
[Reward: 30000 Morality Points]
[Decreased stability of the old spindle]
Zhu Ganglie was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Can we still get a reward?"
"Then I'm really excited!"
His eyes lit up, and he turned and charged toward the second stone tablet.
The old version of Xuanzang's expression changed for the first time.
"presumptuous."
He raised his tin staff and paused.
On both sides of the ancient road, hundreds of golden talismans suddenly rose up, heading straight for Zhu Ganglie and pressing down.
Sun Wukong sneered and swept his golden cudgel horizontally.
"Get out of here."
The stick exploded in the wind, and the golden talisman shattered into pieces.
The standard versions of Sun Wukong projections immediately looked up at the same time, each grabbing a staff and lunging forward with terrifyingly synchronized movements.
"You're showing this to me, Old Sun?"
"You're asking for it."
Sun Wukong took a step into the air and went straight to meet him.
One bat, one kill.
The smashing was both fast and brutal.
The projection, when shattered, was not flesh and blood, but scriptures, light, and pieces of a broken old frame.
The Bull Demon King also lost his temper, and charged over with his iron cudgel, specifically targeting the standard versions of Pigsy and Sandy, smashing and cursing them as he went.
"Making someone look like my brother?"
"You don't deserve it!"
The scene immediately erupted.
Chen Fan didn't rush to the front.
He was focused on that main anchor.
"Little White Dragon".
"exist."
"Wrap the outer ring of the chain tightly around it."
"clear."
The little white dragon took a step forward, his white robes billowed, and his figure vanished instantly. The next second, a dragon's roar resounded in mid-air, and a white dragon soared into the sky, its body swaying as it lunged straight at the magic lock surrounding the main anchor.
The chains were just about to tighten.
The dragon claws have already locked in.
Click.
The first lock cracked on the spot.
The little white dragon circled once, its entire body tightly wrapped around the outer ring of the main anchor. Sparks flew as its scales and the lock rubbed together. Its horns, pressing against the ball of black and gold light, were being pulled outwards inch by inch.
"Open it!"
He let out a low roar and slammed his dragon tail down.
Three more paths were severed.
The ancient road trembled again.
Chen Fan was overjoyed and was about to deliver the final blow when the old version of Xuanzang had already looked at Tang Sanzang.
"Are you just going to stand by and watch them destroy the road?"
"You should have been the one to go on the pilgrimage."
"You should have knelt at the foot of Mount Ling, retrieved the true scriptures, and saved the ignorant people of the East."
"Now you're allied with demons, standing shoulder to shoulder with traitors. How can you face Buddha, how can you face yourself?"
These few sentences are not repeated.
But every word felt like it was nailed into the bones of a person.
The standard pilgrimage projections around them also began to speak.
"Turn back."
"Convert to Buddhism."
"The righteous path has not been extinguished."
"Seeking knowledge is your path."
One sound after another.
It came crashing down like a tide.
Chen Fan frowned, about to curse, when Tang Seng had already taken a step forward.
He didn't back down.
He wasn't angry.
He simply looked up at the old version of Xuanzang, his eyes cold.
"You dare to speak for me?"
The old version of Xuanzang's eyes narrowed.
Tang Sanzang slammed his staff on the ground.
With a thud, a crack appeared in the stone strata beneath their feet.
"The thing I've seen most clearly during my years of traveling west is that your system can't save people."
"You tell someone who starved to death to wait for the next life."
"The person who died unjustly, you call him Xiu Ren."
"The people who are eaten, the demons who are oppressed, and the beings who are used to fill difficulties—in your eyes, they are all just a line in a script."
"You're not seeking the scriptures."
"You've chosen an obedient dog leash."
The entire ancient road fell silent instantly.
Even Zhu Bajie turned his head to look over.
The old version of Xuanzang's face darkened completely.
"Stubborn to the end."
"wrong."
Tang Sanzang raised his hand and pointed to the eighty-one difficulty steles.
"I have not come here today to seek scriptures."
"I'm here to cut the script."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out.
His robes fluttered, and he was already in front of the first row of steles.
The Zen staff swept horizontally.
boom!
"White bones are hard to break".
Another blow.
The "Daughter Kingdom Disaster" is broken in two.
The third strike was even more devastating, smashing directly through the core of the "Tongtian River Disaster" stele, sending fragments flying and even shattering the two standard projections behind it.
The system was flooded with red text.
[Old, difficult nodes continue to be damaged]
[Reward: 50000 Morality Points]
[Tang Sanzang's deviation rate increased]
[The main axis of the old West Road is cracking]
Chen Fan felt a surge of emotion as he read it.
That's right.
To dissect the script, Tang Sanzang had to do it himself.
The old version of Xuanzang finally couldn't hold back anymore and raised his hand to form a mudra.
At the end of the ancient road, a great light of Buddha shone.
The standard projections of the Journey to the West all knelt down, chanting scriptures. The chanting merged into one, flowing directly towards the main anchor. The previously loosened scripture locks began to coil back up again.
The little white dragon's body trembled, and its scales were cut open, drawing blood.
"Chen Fan, this thing is self-healing!"
"I saw it."
Chen Fan pushed off with his feet and charged straight at the main anchor.
He pressed the annihilation mark into his palm, and black smoke rose from his entire hand.
"Wukong, clear the way!"
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
Sun Wukong swung his staff in a wide arc from the pile of projections, smashing a path through the void. More than a dozen standard-sized versions of Wukong instantly exploded into shimmering light.
The Bull Demon King also charged over, blocking the Buddhist seal that was pressing down from the side for Chen Fan.
Pigsy was even more ruthless. He carried a broken section of the Difficulty Monument and used it as a stick, forcefully sweeping the three standard projection teams into the roadside abyss.
"Chen Fan, hurry up!"
Chen Fan rushed to the main anchor and pressed it.
The moment my palm touched it, my mind went blank.
Countless images flooded in.
Jin Chanzi knelt on Mount Ling.
Xuanzang received the precepts.
The white dragon carries the scriptures.
Pigsy took the blame.
Wukong lowered his head.
One road, going back and forth, always following the same line.
Whoever leans even slightly to one side will die.
Whoever doesn't agree, we'll replace them.
Chen Fan's forehead veins bulged, and he clenched his teeth.
"I hate this kind of thing the most."
He suddenly looked up and shouted at Tang Sanzang.
"Baldy, give it the final blow!"
Without saying a word, Tang Sanzang raised his staff and smashed it.
At this moment, the old version of Xuanzang also suddenly sprang up, his whole body transforming into a golden shadow, and crashed straight into Tang Sanzang's chest.
The two figures collided instantly.
boom!
The shockwave overturned half of the ancient road.
Tang Sanzang took three steps back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The old version of Xuanzang wasn't much better; half of his robe was blown to shreds.
He stared at Tang Sanzang, his eyes flashing with anger for the first time.
"Are you really going to abandon your journey to the West?"
Tang Sanzang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"Keep going, are you just trying to disgust me?"
After saying that, he gripped the cane with both hands and swung it high into the air.
The blow hadn't even landed yet.
At the end of the ancient road, footsteps suddenly came again.
It's very light.
Very stable.
It's as if someone is walking step by step, following the scriptures.
Everyone looked over at the same time.
The golden light slowly spread out from there.
A monk came out.
He wore the most ordinary monk's robe, held a nine-ringed staff, had handsome features, and a compassionate expression. Unlike the old version of Xuanzang before him, he was younger and more like the original Tang Sanzang who was single-mindedly seeking scriptures.
Chen Fan only glanced at it before a chill ran down his spine.
This is not the standard component shown in the projection.
The person standing there looks so real.
When the old version of Xuanzang turned around and saw him, he actually stepped aside and put his palms together slightly.
The young monk raised his eyes and looked at Tang Sanzang.
Then she looked at Chen Fan.
Finally, he turned his gaze to Sun Wukong.
"This humble monk comes from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East."
"By imperial decree, we shall proceed westward."
"Gentlemen, you are blocking my path to the West."
Chapter 328 Two Tang Monks
"Blocking your path to the West?"
Pigsy laughed first, then stepped forward carrying his nine-toothed rake, his teeth grinding together.
"Who do you think you are, daring to claim responsibility for the main storyline?"
The young monk didn't look at him, but stared at Tang Sanzang in front of him, his voice frighteningly calm.
"This humble monk is the true Xuanzang."
"Come back to your place with me."
"The road can still be connected."
Three sentences.
There was no build-up whatsoever.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched, and only two words popped into his mind.
coming.
Sure enough, the current version of Tang Sanzang doesn't utter a single unnecessary word.
He raised his hand and lifted his robe, flipping open the black leather book in his arms with a snap.
"This humble monk will not return."
The four words fell.
He ran his fingertip across the page.
With a hissing sound.
It was as if a taut string in mid-air had been cut off with a single stroke.
The next second, the phantom path behind the young monk trembled violently, and the densely packed chains of scriptures on the path lit up all at once, then broke apart one by one.
Broken locks flew everywhere.
Golden light exploded everywhere.
The young monk's expression changed for the first time. He took a half step back and slammed his staff down heavily.
"You dare break the menstrual lock?"
The current version of Tang Sanzang puts his hands together in prayer, but his eyes show no compassion, only coldness.
"You're using this humble monk as a page number in a Buddhist scripture?"
boom!
The two began reciting the text at the same time.
On one side is the old scripture, on the other is the dismantling of the seal.
As soon as the young monk uttered the words, the surrounding mountain path immediately changed. The precipice was rejoined, the withered trees sprouted new buds, and the old path was laid out section by section. It was as if someone had forcibly pressed the original eighty-one tribulations back onto the path.
White bones and wind emanated from the cracks in the rocks.
Gravel from Huangfengling rolled down from the sky.
Even the Liusha River suddenly emerged from the distance with a whoosh.
Old problems will recur.
We need to put everyone back into the script.
The current version of Tang Sanzang flips through the black booklet and reads it even faster.
He is not supplementing the scriptures.
He's a word-splitting expert.
He broke the character "渡" into three parts.
He painstakingly extracted the radicals "廾" and "戈" from the character "戒".
Those old difficulties that pressed in, barely formed, began to crumble. It was as if the skeleton had broken first, and the skin that had been draped over it had torn as well.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
This is no longer a matter of monks chanting scriptures.
This is like two Tang Sanzangs hacking at each other along the entire journey to the West.
Sun Wukong chuckled, brandished his golden cudgel, and stared at the young monk.
"I used to think that monks only knew how to chant."
"I've really learned something new today."
"Among you bald monks, there are indeed some who can kill."
The young monk ignored him and continued reciting the text.
The more he recited it, the more solid the old road beneath his feet felt.
In the current version, every time a section of Tang Sanzang is dismantled, he immediately replaces it with another.
One reinforcement.
One of them sabotaged the other.
The scriptures in the air were as dense as rain.
The ground was shaking in all directions.
Chen Fan suddenly shouted.
"Old Pig, smash the node!"
Pigsy had been holding back for a long time.
"That's exactly what I was waiting for!"
He swung his nine-toothed rake and smashed it down at a glowing road spike in the void.
boom!
First time.
That was the difficult point in Gao Laozhuang.
With a single swipe, the grand gate that had just appeared in mid-air collapsed, the gate plaque split in two, and a long string of scriptures fell down with it.
The young monk frowned and paused for a moment while reciting the text.
Pigsy was amused.
"besides?"
boom!
The second time.
He smashed the Liusha River node.
The entire section of the surging Black River seemed to have leaked its bottom, the water collapsing downwards, carrying countless fragments and remnants of the past as it crashed into the ground.
boom!
The third time.
The Chechi Kingdom had barely begun to emerge, and before the three Dharma platforms could be firmly established, it was shattered into pieces by the Nine-Toothed Rake.
The three difficulties were severed.
The entire ancient road emitted a piercing cracking sound.
Like an old book filled with writing, suddenly having a few pages torn out from the middle.
The old road is now broken.
The illusory figure of the young monk traveling west behind him blurred, and even his own figure swayed.
The old version of Xuanzang, who was standing behind, turned pale and took two steps back, muttering, "No...it shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't have broken..."
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily and, carrying his iron cudgel, was about to charge.
"Alright! You want to recite scriptures? Old Niu can do that too!"
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't smash things randomly, keep an eye on the main anchor!"
As he spoke, the shavings in his hand burned even more intensely.
The thing seemed to come alive, pointing directly at the young monk's chest.
Chen Fan's heart sank.
This guy definitely didn't walk here on his own.
He is an anchor.
Main anchor.
As long as he's still standing, the old road can be repaired again and again.
"White Dragon!"
Chen Fan shouted.
Without the slightest hesitation, the little white dragon coiled its body and charged directly into the area of shattered locks.
Those sutras were broken, but they didn't fall apart.
They were like a swarm of mad snakes, darting about in the air, searching for a new place to land.
The little white dragon opened its mouth and swallowed it whole.
One mouthful.
Two mouthfuls.
Three people.
He swallowed the golden chain whole, causing the dragon scales to burst open and revealing scorching patterns all over his throat.
Ao Lie groaned, and the entire dragon convulsed, but still stubbornly continued to coil forward.
"I've eaten Buddha's fire and dragon's punishment."
"This little lock... it's not worthy to press me down!"
With a loud bang.
The white dragon coiled its body around the young monk, its four claws gripping him tightly, and its tail wrapped around his waist, pinning the man to the spot.
The young monk shook his staff, trying to shake him away.
Golden blood was spilling from the corner of the little white dragon's mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and wouldn't let go.
The meridians within his body began to backfire.
Golden lines climbed up his abdomen, as if trying to reforge him into that honest white horse that carried the scriptures.
Chen Fan's eyes twitched as he watched.
Hang in there!
The little white dragon was biting the monk's shoulder, and could no longer speak clearly.
"Quickly...cut off his core..."
Sun Wukong had already made his move.
The golden cudgel left a long shadow and smashed down on the young monk's forehead.
"Authentic?"
"Take this, and see if you're still so upright!"
The young monk recited the text with his left hand and raised his staff with his right.
The sticks collided.
when!
A loud explosion occurred.
The surrounding rocky mountains collapsed all at once.
The young monk's feet sank three inches into the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew colder and colder.
"Sun Wukong".
"You were supposed to protect me on my journey west."
Sun Wukong bared his teeth and laughed fiercely.
"That's what I thought too."
"Only later did I realize that what I was protecting was a trap."
"Now, if anyone dares to try and trick me with a script, I'll kill them."
Another blow.
Heavier.
The young monk's shoulder bone cracked with a sharp sound, and his staff bent into a crescent shape.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Ganglie pounced, hooked his cassock with his rake, and pulled him backward with a sudden jerk.
"Get down here, you old pig!"
The robe was torn in half.
A long beam of light suddenly shone from the young monk's chest.
It is not a protective spell.
Like a nail.
A main bone embedded in the entire ancient westward route.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold, and the annihilation seal almost burned through his palm.
"That's it!"
At that moment, the current version of Tang Sanzang also closed the black booklet and took a step forward.
"I've been borrowing your skin for far too long."
"It's time to pay it back."
After he finished speaking, he slammed his palm on the ground.
Turn the pages of the black booklet yourself.
Page after page is blank.
The next instant, countless numbers burst forth from the blank space, darting forward along the ground like a swarm of black insects, crawling directly onto the young monk's legs and then burrowing into his chest.
The young monk finally frowned.
"You shouldn't live like this."
The current version of Tang Sanzang looked up and smiled.
The smile was faint.
"This humble monk loves to live the way you hate."
The voice just fell.
All the black characters disappeared into that beam of light.
Click.
A soft sound.
It looks like something has cracked.
Immediately afterwards, the entire phantom of the westward journey behind the young monk suddenly shrank back, as if the main thread of the eighty-one tribulations had been pulled away, collapsing one after another.
White Bone Ridge was destroyed first.
The Tongtian River shattered along with it.
The shadow of the Women's Kingdom had barely appeared when it vanished on the spot.
The old version of Xuanzang was so captivated by the film that he knelt down with a thud.
"Impossible... The general principles can't be relaxed..."
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
General outline?
Just as he grasped those two words, the young monk suddenly laughed.
This person was very steady in front of him, much like a clay statue enshrined in a temple.
At that moment, the clay statue cracked.
An indescribable chill emanated from the crack.
"Do you think you can change the route by breaking a few locks or smashing a few difficult sections?"
He glanced down at the long, half-broken beam of light on his chest.
He raised his hand again and slowly untied the remaining half of his robe.
"Xuanzang is just a shell."
"The road is the only real one."
The cassock fell to the ground.
Everyone present saw it clearly.
His chest and abdomen were not made of flesh and blood at all.
There is an ancient scroll embedded there.
The scroll was small, with yellowed, curled edges, and covered with fine characters. The top six characters were so sharp they hurt the eyes.
The authentic outline of the journey to the West.
The Bull Demon King cursed aloud.
"Holy shit!"
Pigsy was dumbfounded.
"Is this bald guy full of books?"
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and slowly raised the golden cudgel in his hand.
The current version of Tang Sanzang stared at the scroll of scriptures, and the black booklet suddenly turned to the last page by itself.
A crack silently appeared in the corner of the page.
Before Chen Fan could even speak, the scroll of "Authentic Journey to the West General Outline" moved on its own.
The outermost layer of the warp beam slowly springs open by one inch.
Chapter 329 The Official General Outline Will Be Torn for You to See
When the outer layer of the axle was pushed open by that one inch, the entire ancient road resounded.
It wasn't thunder.
It's like someone forcefully rousing a clock that has been hidden for many years from the ground.
hum-
Everyone's eardrums went numb.
The young monk took a step forward, and golden patterns spread out beneath his feet, directly pressing down on the cracked mountain path.
He raised his hand to hold the scroll, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out the entire room.
"The westward journey has its guidelines, and all living beings have their place."
"Whom should Tang Sanzang save, whom should Sun Wukong protect, when should Zhu Bajie turn back, and in which part should the White Dragon bow his head and be bound? All of this is written in the book."
"If it's messed up, straighten it."
"If it's off-topic, rewrite it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the original Journey to the West outline was fully unfurled.
It was as if a giant cloth had been suddenly torn open in mid-air.
Lines of golden text flowed out.
Every word carried a heavy sense of oppression.
Sun Wukong felt a weight on his shoulders, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open.
Zhu Ganglie was still panting when his knees buckled and he almost knelt down. He cursed, "Damn it, this thing is even more ruthless than those old bald men from Mount Ling."
Little White Dragon's expression also changed.
The dragon shadow that had just emerged behind him was pressed back inch by inch by the golden characters.
Even more ruthless was Tang Sanzang.
The current version of Tang Sanzang frantically flipped through the black booklet in his hands, the edges of the pages trembling as if trying to break free from his grasp.
Chen Fan understood at a glance.
This thing isn't a magic weapon.
This is an attempt to completely overshadow the current situation by using the word "genuine".
As long as it falls, these people in front of me will be considered to have overstepped their bounds by even struggling.
"Don't let it compact!"
Chen Fan shouted, and the Extinction Mark was smashed with a raised hand.
The black and gray smoke shot into the sky and crashed into the first row of gold characters.
boom!
The ink residue exploded.
The row of gold characters swayed, and only two of them broke.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
It's tough enough.
The young monk glanced at him, his expression chillingly calm.
"My friend, you may change a part of the path, but you cannot change the fundamental principle."
"That's the end of your unorthodox methods."
The Bull Demon King was furious when he heard this.
"Screw your general principles!"
He clenched his fists together and slammed them directly into the airborne meridian axis.
boom!
A strong wind swept across.
The Bull Demon King was thrown back and slid more than ten steps, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground, while the warp only creased a few times.
Those old figures and lingering souls gathered in the distance were all dumbfounded.
Even the Bull Demon King couldn't break through it?
The young monk carried the scroll of scriptures and continued forward.
With each step taken, the main anchor, which resembles a black nail in the middle of the road, shines brighter.
That thing was originally embedded in the middle of the ancient road, like an iron pillar nailed to the westward journey.
Now, when the axle is illuminated, all the ancient characters on it come to life.
"Setting off from the East."
"Gao Lao Zhuang is accepting apprentices."
"The dragon lies hidden in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge".
"Unmoved by the Kingdom of Women."
"The Journey to the West".
Sections of old roads are emerging one after another.
It was as if someone was trying to force everyone back into place.
Pigsy's eyelids twitched as he watched.
When he saw the words "Gaolaozhuang is accepting apprentices", his face turned pale and he picked up a rake and started smashing it.
"I feel like throwing up just looking at those words!"
When the nine-toothed rake struck, sparks flew everywhere.
The main anchor wire remains stationary.
The young monk said calmly, "You are a character in the book; do you think you can escape it?"
"Every bite of food you eat, every mistake you make, every time you kneel, is part of the framework."
Pigsy gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Bullshit."
"I knelt down once, and I never want to kneel down again."
the other side.
The current version of Tang Sanzang is standing still.
He flipped through the black leather booklet in his hand faster and faster.
The tear on the last page kept widening.
The young monk looked at him, revealing a hint of suppression for the first time.
"You are a page that has been lent out."
"Now, it's time to go back to basics."
From within the scroll, a golden thread shot out and directly wrapped around the wrist of the current version of Tang Sanzang.
The black booklet made a muffled thud on the spot.
Snapped.
It looks like some kind of mark has been hit.
Tang Sanzang swayed, and suddenly everything went white before his eyes.
He saw it.
He saw a very straight road.
He was wearing an old cassock and carrying a nine-ringed staff, walking westward step by step.
If you encounter a demon, you'll be captured.
When you encounter difficulties, recite scriptures.
Sun Wukong killed for him, shielded him, and bowed his head to take curses for him.
Pigsy cursed and swore behind his back, while the little white dragon sank into the water to serve as his mount.
He dared not look at people in the Land of Women.
He could only urge them on in front of the Flaming Mountain.
Upon arriving at Mount Ling, he knelt down, received the scriptures, kowtowed, returned to the East, and became a Buddha.
They behaved very well the whole way.
It was as orderly as a cold well.
He wasn't at the bottom of the well.
There was only a figure with the ending already written.
The man looked up at him, his eyes eerily empty.
It was as if he was being asked a question.
Is this how you're going to live?
Tang Sanzang's breathing suddenly became heavy.
The black booklet was twisted together with the gold thread of the warp beam.
The booklet cover had a long tear, revealing a layer of old, faded manuscript residue inside.
The remaining mark was incomplete.
It was stained with dark red, as if someone had pressed it with their hand years ago.
Upon seeing this, the young monk's expression finally changed.
"How did you end up with the tattered copy of the original manuscript?"
Chen Fan was also taken aback.
Even he had never seen the whole thing.
Tang Sanzang looked down at the remaining seal, then at the general outline spread out in the air.
There was no compassion or struggle on his face.
It's cold.
It's like someone who's been starving for too long finally realizing that what's in the bowl isn't food at all.
The young monk said in a deep voice, "Put down the black book, and this humble monk can still allow you to return to your place."
"You should have been the one to go on the pilgrimage."
"You should finish that journey."
"Complete the journey, then attain Buddhahood."
Tang Sanzang raised his eyes and stared at him.
"To become a Buddha?"
He smiled.
very short.
After laughing, he raised his hand and yanked, breaking the gold thread wrapped around his wrist.
With a soft "poof".
His wrist immediately split open, and blood trickled down between his fingers.
The young monk's face darkened completely.
"You dare to break the bond?"
Tang Sanzang did not reply to him.
He took two steps forward, raised his hand, and pressed the black booklet and the tattered manuscript together onto the original copy of the Journey to the West General Outline.
boom!
The two objects collided, and a large burst of white light exploded in mid-air.
The old shadows on both sides of the ancient road were all blown away.
Chen Fan raised his arm to shield himself, but his vision was still blurred by the glare.
When he looked again, Tang Sanzang was already standing directly under the sutra scroll.
The outline scroll was battered by the tattered printing, causing the characters to scatter wildly.
He frantically flipped through page after page of the old schedule.
The young monk reached out to take it.
Tang Sanzang took the initiative and grabbed both ends of the sutra scroll with both hands.
The entire room fell silent.
Even the Bull Demon King forgot to curse.
Pigsy's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
The young monk shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"
Tang Sanzang's arms were tense, and the cuffs of his cassock were torn.
He stared at the scroll, his voice low, yet somehow drowning out all other sounds.
"You all always decide for me."
"Deciding what I should believe."
"Who should we save?"
Whom should be forgiven?
"Know when to bow your head and when to shut up."
"They even wrote down how I became a Buddha for me."
The veins on his hands bulged out one by one.
The black booklet was pasted onto the scroll, and smoke kept rising from its edges.
Tang Sanzang grinned, and the fire in his eyes ignited completely.
"It's the genuine product, right?"
"The general outline, right?"
"Give it to me."
next moment.
He suddenly ripped his arms apart.
scoff-
The sound sent chills down your spine.
The authentic Journey to the West outline was actually torn in half in front of everyone.
The gold lettering collapsed.
Scriptures were flying around.
The entire ancient road shook violently, as if a major beam had broken off.
The young monk froze, his hand holding the sutra hanging in mid-air, and for the first time, his face showed a genuine loss of control.
"impossible……"
"How dare you..."
The Bull Demon King was the first to react, and he threw his head back and laughed wildly.
"good!"
"Well done!"
Pigsy jumped up and laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.
"Damn it, it should have been torn up a long time ago!"
"I told you to use the genuine product, now let's see how you manage to use the genuine product today!"
Sun Wukong's eyes shone brightly with golden light, and he slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
"Now!"
This sound fell.
Pigsy and the White Dragon moved at the same time.
One is on the left side of the main anchor, and the other is on the right side.
Pigsy swung his nine-toothed rake, his teeth almost crushing the roots, and slammed it into the bottom of the main anchor.
"Give me a name!"
The little white dragon also transformed into half a dragon arm, its scales bursting open, and its five fingers directly gripping the cracks in the anchor body.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his voice was harsh.
"This time, it won't be its turn to crush me!"
Both exerted their strength simultaneously.
The main anchor emitted a screeching sound.
First, it was an inch.
Then three inches.
In the middle of the ancient road, gravel flew everywhere.
Those old characters that were fixed for westward travel collapsed one after another.
The "Gao Lao Zhuang Apprenticeship" inscription has been broken.
"The Hidden Dragon in Eagle's Sorrow Valley" is shattered.
The vow of "remaining unmoved in the Land of Women" has also been shattered.
The young monk lunged forward, but Sun Wukong stepped in front of him and swept his golden cudgel out.
"Tear up your scriptures."
"Your path is also cut off."
boom!
The two clashed head-on.
The young monk was struck by the stick and staggered back seven steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth for the first time.
On the other side, Pigsy and the White Dragon roared in unison, and the ground exploded.
The two of them pulled out the main anchor that had been nailed to the center of the ancient road for who knows how many years!
The entire ancient road instantly lost its support.
The remaining gold lettering in the sky fell like pieces of paper with broken threads.
A system notification immediately popped up in Chen Fan's mind.
"Ding!"
"It has been detected that the main westward route has lost its sole orthodoxy."
"The main storyline of the Ninth Experimental Field has been opened and branched out."
"The host faction gains priority in the main axis competition."
"Rewards being processed—"
Chen Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and almost burst out laughing.
It became.
That hammer blow really shattered the old plate.
Tang Sanzang was still holding the two halves of the outline in his hand. He looked down at them and suddenly frowned.
"etc."
He shook the tattered pages in his hand.
A thin piece of paper, which was tucked inside the warp scroll, fluttered out.
The paper is small.
The edges and corners are blackened.
It was covered with names.
There are also annotations after the name.
"Replaceable".
"Can be weakened."
"Should be deleted or revised."
Chen Fan glanced at it, and his back instantly tensed up.
It features not only Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, the White Dragon, and the Bull Demon King.
There were even more people in the bottom row.
Red Boy.
Nezha.
Yang Jian.
even……
As the paper was turned to the other side, Tang Sanzang's pupils suddenly contracted.
His finger stopped on a name, and his face immediately darkened.
Chen Fan saw it clearly too.
Those two characters were written with great emphasis.
Chen Fan.