After the start of the year, Sun Wukong called Gouchen.

"I know you've been protecting the Jade Emperor lately, but this time I need to trouble you to go out."

Sun Wukong said.

This was the first request he made to Gouchen after he stayed behind.

Gouchen frowned slightly: "What for?"

"The eighth relic."

Sun Wukong replied.

"Relic?"

Gouchen's heart stirred, realizing the conflict between Huaguo Mountain and Lingshan might be about to begin.

"I have confirmed the general location of the eighth relic, but the Buddha has also sent people there."

Sun Wukong continued: "You are the War God, most suited to stop them."

Gouchen, under normal circumstances, would never have followed Sun Wukong's order to oppose Lingshan.

However, the Jade Emperor's treatment at Huaguo Mountain had changed his mindset.

Sun Wukong had proven his respect for the Jade Emperor, and their friendship in the small world was deep, reducing Gouchen's wariness towards Sun Wukong over the years.

"Very well, I'll help you."

Gouchen agreed to help Sun Wukong.

After leaving Shuilian Cave, the Long Armed Ape Monkey came over.

"Great King, the eighth relic is so important, why not find Immortal Zhenyuan, but let Gouchen God take responsibility?"

The Long Armed Ape Monkey asked.

The importance of the eighth relic to Sun Wukong was clear to him.

Since hearing the news of the relic, Sun Wukong had been secretly searching for the eighth relic, although he didn't explicitly say it, the Long Armed Ape Monkey could clearly sense that Sun Wukong actually didn't care much about the previous relics.

"A few Bodhisattvas were sent by the Buddha to find the eighth relic, only Gouchen God can stop them."

Sun Wukong answered the Long Armed Ape Monkey's question.

Immortal Zhenyuan, although powerful, was not enough to handle this enemy.

At the same time, at the border between the Southern Continent and the Eastern Continent, Mu Zha and a young novice disciple recently taken in by The Bodhisattva Guanyin arrived at an abandoned temple.

"Senior Brother, why did all those World Venerables attain nirvana outside Lingshan?"

The novice disciple asked.

"Who knows."

Mu Zha replied while pushing open the temple door: "Bodhisattva asked us to check this place, let's finish early and go back!"

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly stopped.

"People from Wanling Country have already been here."

Mu Zha spoke gravely, the temple courtyard was overgrown with weeds, but on closer inspection, some of the weeds were flattened.

"The soil isn't dry yet."

Mu Zha bent over to find the soil on the weeds: "They left not long ago."

"Um, the leader is called Ding Huan, they didn't find the relic here."

The novice disciple said.

Mu Zha was surprised: "How do you know him?"

"Look at the wall."

The novice disciple pointed at the wall, Mu Zha raised his head, there was a line of large characters on the wall.

"Idiots, there's no relic here."

Three small characters followed after the big ones, left by Ding Huan.

"How can this be!"

Mu Zha got a little angry, then suddenly paused: "Ding Huan, I seem to have heard this name."

"He is from the Heavenly Taoist Sect."

The novice disciple replied.

She had heard this name beside the Bodhisattva.

The Heavenly Taoist Sect had representatives in the Three Great Continents, the representative from the Western Continent had already been converted by Manjusri Bodhisattva.

However, the representatives from the other two continents were quite troublesome.

Southern Continent is headed by a mysterious youth, rumored to possess the miraculous power of rejuvenation, while the person in charge of Eastern Continent is Ding Huan.

A year ago, the Eastern Continent's person in charge died in an unknown explosion, and his youngest disciple, Ding Huan, took his place.

"I remember now, it was that weird guy."

Mu Zha also remembered: "How did he come here?"

Ding Huan is a genius youth. Four years ago, Mu Zha, along with the Bodhisattva, invited him to Lingshan when Ding Huan was not yet ten years old.

"He has a connection with my Buddhist ways; we cannot let Heavenly Taoist Sect snatch him away."

The Bodhisattva Guanyin once told Mu Zha this, but eventually, due to various changes, Ding Huan still chose the Heavenly Taoist Sect.

He became a disciple of the foremost artisan of the Eastern Continent, and in just a few years, for reasons unknown, he transformed into a madman obsessed with creation.

There are also rumors that Ding Huan's master was killed in an explosion while experimenting with him.

"Huh? It seems there are more words."

Mu Zha noticed a line of tiny, almost invisible letters next to Ding Huan's signature.

Mu Zha walked over.

"Don't get close; there's a bomb underground."

Mu Zha saw the small letters clearly, then paused.

The next second, he and the temple were blown away.

"Boom—"

In the tree outside the temple, a young man stretched out his arms and exclaimed as he watched the flames dancing in the air: "Masterpiece!"

"There really are fools who get fooled."

Under the tree, a White Horse raised its head and asked, "Hey, they are immortals, aren't you afraid of offending Lingshan?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

The youth jumped from the tree onto the horse and said, "Those immortals always think we dare not act. Anyway, since we can't kill them, it serves as a lesson."

"You didn't have to drag me into this, though."

The White Horse began to trot, "Will the Heavenly Emperor really send someone to help us this time?"

"The Heavenly Emperor keeps his word; he will certainly send someone."

The youth said, "I heard that they will send a big shot."

The White Horse laughed, "As big as the Wanling Fox King? That seems to be the biggest person you've ever met, right?"

"How could that be!"

The youth patted the horse's back and said, "I've also met the Heavenly Emperor, and Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad sought me out too, giving me lots of artifact-refining materials, but my favorite still is…"

The youth suddenly stopped talking, looking up at the sky.

"Someone is coming, run!"

The youth urgently spoke, and the White Horse instantly turned into a beam of white light, disappearing into the distance.

In the sky, Diting came to a halt.

"Why stop?"

Ksitigarbha sitting on its back asked.

"Down there was a strange mortal just now."

Diting replied.

Ksitigarbha shook his head, allowing it to continue forward: "A mere mortal, no need to fuss."

The two arrived at the temple, seeing Mu Zha and a girl, both blackened.

"A bomb set by a mortal?"

After hearing their description, Ksitigarbha was somewhat astonished.

A mortal daring to challenge an immortal; that is madness.

Diting, however, sighed: "That boy called Ding Huan originally had a connection with Buddhism, sadly he was deluded by Sun Wukong."

It knew more than Ksitigarbha.

Buddha sent several Bodhisattvas trying to convert Ding Huan several times, but as Ding Huan delved deeper into the path of the artisan, the Bodhisattvas ultimately realized that it was no longer possible to draw him into Buddhism.

"In terms of winning people's hearts, it's difficult for us to compare with Sun Wukong."

Diting stated.

Sun Wukong always managed to utilize people's desires and pursuits to find ways to make them willingly devote themselves.

Under his guidance, the people of Wanling generally appeared arrogant and unwilling to accept the guidance of Buddhism.

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