12dz Chapter 103 The Gate Without a Door
Chapter 103 The Gate Without a Door
The door spun around three times.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Chen Fan stepped inside first.
The moment my feet touched the ground, the black door behind me vanished. It closed up like water, leaving not a single crack.
Zong Wu followed him in, and as soon as he stood still, his expression changed.
This is not a passageway.
It's a large hall.
The walls are made of mirrors on all four sides.
The ceiling was like a mirror, casting a cold, downward light. The ground was incredibly smooth; looking down, even the rise and fall of breaths were clearly visible. Strangely, Chen Fan saw his own shadow, but Zong Wu's feet were on two separate levels.
Standing on the first floor.
They were kneeling on the first floor.
Zongwu saw it too, his throat tightened, and he took half a step back.
"This place is not right."
"Nonsense." Chen Fan swept his stick around, "It would be a miracle if you thought it was right."
The voice just fell.
A "click" sounded in the middle of the hall.
A crack appeared in the ground.
A black monument slowly rose.
There are no words on the monument.
The next instant, streaks of blood appeared to crawl up, as if someone had carved them with their fingernails.
Soon, three lines of text appeared.
Trial of debt repayment.
Offering the heaviest gift will grant passage.
Those who conceal their secrets will have their souls stripped away. Those who deceive will have their paths cut off.
Zong Wu's face turned pale as he stared at the second line of text, his lips twitching.
"The heaviest thing? How do you calculate that?"
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at the area below the black monument.
There was also a line of smaller text.
Debts are not judged by their value, but by their authenticity.
His eyelids twitched slightly.
The rules have been given out first.
The real danger lies ahead.
This place isn't about brute force; it's about forcing people to take things out of their pockets. If you don't take enough, you die. If you take too much, you might also die.
Zongwu suddenly groaned and hurriedly pressed his sleeve.
Something in his sleeve was heating up.
That stone.
The next moment, the entire hall lit up.
The four mirrored walls all shook simultaneously.
Countless fine lines emerged from the mirror, like eyes, and instantly pierced Zong Wu's sleeve.
The black stele once again revealed its inscription.
A high-level key has been detected.
Priority repayment targets have been identified.
Please offer a stone.
Zong Wu's hand trembled, and he almost tore his sleeve open.
"It recognized it!"
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
really.
This godforsaken place isn't after their lives, it's after their keys.
The stone was a "debt" left here by someone else from the very beginning.
Just then, the mirror wall in front of them swayed.
A person walked out.
Then came the second, and then the third.
Three messengers in the mirror.
They look exactly alike.
He was dressed in white, empty-handed, his face as if smoothed out, even his eyebrows were so light they were barely visible. He walked silently, but his eyes were frighteningly dark.
The one on the far left opens first.
"Jiaoshi".
The one in the middle also opened.
"Jiaoshi, open the door."
The one on the far right is staring at Zongwu.
"Refuse debt, strip away the soul."
The three of them spoke each word clearly, as if reciting rules.
Zongwu's forehead was covered in sweat, and his hands were pressed tightly against his sleeves.
It's not that he's reluctant to part with it.
He knew that once he handed over the stone, whether the door would even open was another matter, but he would definitely be the first to go down in trouble. Having come this far, no one was a fool.
"Chen Fan," Zong Wu's voice tightened, "Should we give it to him or not?"
Chen Fan raised his stick horizontally and stood in front of him.
"No."
The three envoys turned their heads at the same time and looked at Chen Fan.
Their synchronized movements were so unsettling.
The leftmost eyeball slumped downwards.
"You are not the creditor."
Chen Fan smiled.
"Neither do you."
The one in the middle, take a step forward.
"Asking about the stone belongs to the gate."
"Whoever takes it, must repay it."
Chen Fan looked at it, his tone even more indifferent.
"You might fool others with that, but you're not quite fooling me. The inscription says to offer the heaviest item, but it doesn't say you have to offer the key. You're asking for the stone right off the bat—is that the trial rule, or do you want it yourselves?"
Upon hearing this, all three messengers stopped.
Zongwu was stunned, but immediately realized what was happening.
Yes.
The inscription on the stele did not mention the stone at all.
These three things were forced upon them by themselves.
The rightmost one's face twitched slightly.
For the first time, it had a lively, active atmosphere.
It stared at Chen Fan, its voice lowering by half an inch.
"The door has been identified."
Chen Fan interrupted him directly.
"The door determines the access level based on the higher-level key, not the only pass."
"The fact that you're in such a hurry means this stone is useful to you."
"Then we absolutely cannot give it to them."
Zongwu broke out in a sweat upon hearing this.
These few sentences are all aimed at the point of no return.
Unfortunately, the three envoys had no way to refute it.
Because Chen Fan was following the inscription on the stele.
The atmosphere in the hall immediately became tense.
From within the mirrored wall, a faint cracking sound began to emerge.
It felt like someone was grinding their teeth behind your back.
Zongwu lowered his voice.
"If we delay any longer, they will take action."
Chen Fan certainly knew.
A system notification popped up in front of him at that moment.
[Ding! Rule-based trial detected: Debt Repayment Trial]
[Hidden hints have been updated]
[Note 1: This system only recognizes the "act of repayment," not the value of the repayment.]
[Tip 2: Genuine debts can be treated lightly, while fabricated debts can be created]
[Tip 3: The host can initiate a "fake repayment" once to fool the gate spirit's judgment]
Chen Fan's lips curled into a smile.
coming.
This is what an amoral system should do.
Others follow the rules.
He card rules.
When Zongwu saw him suddenly smile, he felt even more uncertain.
"What came to your mind this time?"
"Thinking of how to get a door for free."
"You still have the mind to talk about this at a time like this?"
"It's precisely at times like these that we need to relax."
Chen Fan took two steps forward, staring at the black monument, his mind racing.
The door only recognizes acts of repayment.
Disregard for value.
In other words, what you hand over doesn't have to be expensive. As long as the door feels that a debt has been repaid, that's enough.
What would be the most suitable thing?
The magic weapon won't work.
If it's really lost, what a loss.
His cultivation level is insufficient.
Cutting it off would be self-destructive.
Flesh and blood won't do either.
This place is very dangerous; if we send it in, we probably won't be able to get it back.
Then there's only one left.
memory.
A glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes; he had already made up his mind.
He has a memory that's perfect for fooling people.
Feeding monkeys for a hundred years.
For a hundred years, he was trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain, feeding Sun Wukong fruit every day, and he became as emaciated as a dead fish. That was his biggest debt, and also his earliest one.
For him, that was real hardship.
For the person across the street, recognizing them is enough.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead.
Zongwu stared in disbelief.
"What are you doing?"
"Pay back the debt."
"Are you really going to offer something?"
"Offering a little scrap."
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, he pulled his divine sense away.
That memory in his mind was like a thread that he forcibly pulled out.
pain.
It's not a physical pain.
It felt like someone was pulling at my brain with a hook.
The scene of feeding the fruit flashed on and off.
The five fingers pressing down on the mountain.
A monkey with a full face of hair.
Rotten fruit pit.
Cold wind.
The days felt endless.
He pulled out that wisp, and a grayish-white light immediately appeared in his palm, like mist, with some blurry fragments inside.
Zongwu was dumbfounded.
"Can memories be donated?"
The three mirror messengers stepped forward simultaneously.
For the first time, a change was visible on his face.
It's not cold.
It was shocking.
They clearly didn't expect that someone would actually use this thing to pay their debts.
The one on the far left shouted sternly, "Not a physical object, not allowed—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The black monument lit up.
The blood-red characters above trembled violently.
That grayish-white memory seemed to be drawn in by something, slowly drifting towards the surface of the monument.
Chen Fan loosened his grip and tossed it over.
"Back then, I fed monkeys for a hundred years for free, without charging a penny. Is it too much to ask to use this money to pay for my travel expenses?"
boom!
Gray memories collide with a black monument.
The entire hall shook violently.
The mirror on the top of my head cracked with fine lines.
The words on the monument seemed to be jumping wildly.
Offering the heaviest gift will grant passage.
Debts are not judged by their value, but by their authenticity.
Verification in progress —
Zongwu stopped breathing.
The three messengers fell silent.
They all stared at the black monument, and for the first time, panic appeared in their black eyes.
soon.
The word "verification" exploded.
New blood-red words appeared.
The debt is established.
The repayment is valid.
The main gate is opened.
Zong Wu took a deep breath and almost burst out laughing.
Become!
It's done!
Using a wisp of memory, they actually managed to fool everyone at the door!
The three messengers in the mirror froze.
Like three pieces of white wood, standing still in place.
The one in the middle opened its mouth, but no sound came out.
The one on the far right looked at the black monument, then at Chen Fan, its face twitching violently. It seemed unable to understand how such a flawed method could possibly succeed.
Chen Fan shook his hand, his head still a little heavy, but he didn't hold back his words.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"
"Come on, let's get more stones."
Zongwu was completely convinced.
He only knew Chen Fan was daring and shameless when it came to swindling people. Today, he'd seen something new. He even dared to cheat people out of their doors, and then mocked them to their faces afterward.
Cool.
So cool.
The messenger on the left suddenly raised his hand, as if to forcibly stop him.
A beam of blood-red light immediately shot out from the black monument, striking its hand hard.
Snapped!
The hand split open on the spot, shattering into a pile of shards.
The messenger looked down at his cracked hand, his whole body seemingly frozen in place.
The rules have been accepted.
If it tries to stop them again, it will be breaking the rules.
Chen Fan felt even more at ease.
In this place, rules supersede messengers.
That would be fun.
As long as the card keeps being blocked, they're just three decorations.
The mirror wall in front slowly parted.
A narrow crack appeared in the door.
It was so dark inside that you couldn't see anything.
But as soon as the door was opened a crack, a gust of air rushed out.
It wasn't murderous intent.
It smelled like the musty smell of an old, dusty book being turned upside down.
Just one whiff of it makes my head feel heavy.
Zongwu looked into the doorway and couldn't help but swallow.
"The first door has opened."
"Um."
"That stone..."
"Keep it for now."
Chen Fan turned around and glanced at the three envoys.
"The more they want it, the more it means they'll need it later."
Zongwu nodded, pressing his hand even tighter.
At this moment, he dared not underestimate the stone in the slightest.
This thing is probably even more sinister than he thought.
Chen Fan stepped forward and walked to the door.
Just as I was about to go in.
The black monument suddenly lit up again.
The words in blood reappeared.
This time, there were only six words.
The debt has been acknowledged, and the principal debtor has awakened.
Zong Wu's pupils contracted.
"The debtor? What the hell is that?"
Upon hearing this, the three messengers in the mirror all took a step back.
For the first time, a clear sense of fear appeared on their otherwise expressionless faces.
Chen Fan slowly raised the stick in his hand.
He stared into the depths of the crack in the door.
In the darkness, it looked like something had turned over.
Followed by.
A cracked hand pressed against the back of the door.
Chapter 132 Principal Debtor
The hand was pressed against the door, its knuckles cracked like a dried-out riverbed.
next moment.
The door opened by itself.
There is no wind.
The darkness inside the doorway was like an old well, swallowing up the surrounding light inch by inch.
The three messengers in the mirror all lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other for even a second.
Zong Wu cursed, his voice trembling.
"Playing tricks."
He was stubborn, but he took a half step back.
Chen Fan didn't move.
He stared into the doorway.
The hand slowly withdrew, and a figure emerged from the darkness.
not tall.
She's even a bit thin.
He wore a gray robe with worn cuffs, looking like an accountant. But with each step he took, a line of dark characters would appear on the ground, densely packed, all names and numbers. The characters would just appear and then sink back down, like the belly of a dead fish rising from the water.
The strangest thing was his face.
It's not that I can't see it clearly.
You see it clearly, but then forget it the next time you look at it.
All I remember are those eyes, like two cold copper coins.
The man in the gray robe walked to the door and glanced around.
The three messengers from the mirror knelt down on the spot.
"See the principal debtor."
Zong Wu's expression changed.
"Does such a thing really exist?"
The gray-robed man ignored him, only looking at Chen Fan, his gaze lingering on him for a couple of moments.
Then he spoke.
"Default system".
He uttered four words.
It was like a muffled thunderclap in Chen Fan's ears.
In my mind, there was no moral system, so I just screamed.
[WARNING! WARNING! High-risk account detected!]
[Target: Projection of the principal debtor!]
[Level: Cannot be cleared directly!]
[Suggestion: Run!]
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
That damn system, it's usually so stubborn, but today it came out shouting to run away, which means it's really met its match.
The principal debtor reached out his hand to Chen Fan.
"Stripping".
Two words, spoken so lightly as if casually.
The cluster of system light points inside Chen Fan's body suddenly contracted, as if it were about to be pulled out.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest and swung his stick back to strike.
"Screw you."
boom!
The black stick drew a long arc and slammed directly onto the debtor's shoulder.
It hit.
But Chen Fan's expression immediately changed.
The feel is off.
It doesn't look like it hit a person.
It's like hitting a thick ledger with a stick, sinking in softly, and then bouncing back from the entire ledger.
boom!
The recoil force rushed back along the stick, making Chen Fan's hands go numb, and he took three steps back.
What's even stranger is that the debtor had no injuries on his shoulder.
There was an extra line of words on the ground beneath his feet.
Chen Fan, debt owed, once, unpaid.
The words flashed and disappeared beneath Chen Fan's feet.
Zongwu was dumbfounded.
"Damn it, they even keep records of getting beaten up?"
The three messengers in the mirror lowered their heads even further, as if they had known this would happen.
The principal debtor looked at Chen Fan, his eyes showing neither anger nor mockery.
It's like an accountant looking at a poor wretch who can't pay back his debts but still insists on paying.
"If you take action, there will be a debt."
"If you owe it, you have to pay it back."
Chen Fan shook his numb hand and smirked.
"You're making a really shady deal. You just stand there and let people hit you, and if you do, you're still making it my debt?"
The principal debtor spoke calmly.
"The unresolved issues of the Three Realms shall all fall under my control."
"You possess items that violate the contract. These items should be removed, returned to their proper place, and sealed away."
Chen Fan understood.
This bastard didn't come here to kill anyone.
He's here to collect debts.
Moreover, it immediately set its sights on the amoral system.
At this moment, Zongwu suddenly let out a miserable scream.
"Grass!"
The stone in his hand suddenly lit up.
The stone seemed to come alive, clinging tightly to his palm. Zong Wu tried desperately to shake it off, but couldn't; instead, smoke rose from his palm.
Followed by.
A dark mark climbed from the stone up his wrist and all the way to his forehead.
Snapped.
A question mark was branded into the middle of Zongwu's forehead.
"What the hell! Get off!"
He punched himself on the forehead, making a loud thud, but the mark didn't fade away at all.
The three messengers in the mirror glanced at him furtively, their eyes even showing a hint of pity.
The principal debtor said calmly, "He asks for it but doesn't repay it; he never lets the stone out of his hand."
Zong Wu was stunned for a moment, then burst into a tirade of curses.
"I'm asking your ancestors! Who owes you anything? Who hasn't paid it back?"
The stone vibrated with a hum.
Zongwu immediately squatted down, clutching his head, gasping for breath in pain.
Chen Fan glanced at him.
This guy is usually the most talkative, and now he's getting his comeuppance.
However, this backlash came at just the right time.
This shows that the rules here are no joke.
If you touched it, you have to admit it.
The principal debtor then looked at Chen Fan.
"The last time."
"Strip the default system."
"Otherwise, everyone will be held accountable."
Chen Fan smiled.
"You're quite arrogant."
"I won't give it to you, what can you do about it?"
The principal debtor raised his hand.
He simply raised his hand.
All the dark characters that had sunk to the surface resurfaced.
They were densely packed together, forming a circle.
Each word is like a nail.
The three messengers in the mirror trembled, not daring to even lift their heads.
Zongwu squatted on the ground, cursing through gritted teeth.
"Chen Fan, don't provoke him, something's wrong with this thing."
Chen Fan did not reply.
In his mind, system notifications were flooding in.
[Analysis in progress...]
[Rule Determination: The principal debtor's projection is not a physical entity, not a soul, and not a normal clone.]
Conventional attacks are ineffective.
The attack will automatically be converted into a debt record.
[Solution search in progress...]
[Search successful: Bad debt processing.]
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
"Bad debt disposal? Speak plainly."
The system speaks extremely fast.
A forceful crackdown is useless; it will only make it impossible to recover, calculate, or settle accounts.
Once bad debts occur, the projection will collapse on its own.
[Note: It's not here to fight; it's here to complete the debt collection process.]
Chen Fan's eyes flashed.
understood.
This thing is strong because of its rules.
Even rules have their weaknesses.
If you prevent it from checking out normally, it will get stuck.
The principal debtor has been approaching step by step.
With each step Chen Fan took, a new word appeared beneath his feet.
欠。
One more step.
违。
One more step.
偿。
Zongwu looked up and saw that his face had turned pale.
"There are words under your feet."
"Old Chen, move aside!"
Chen Fan lowered his head.
A blackened list appeared out of nowhere at my feet, like an old piece of paper pasted on the ground.
Three words written in blood slowly appeared on the paper.
Remove from the list.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted slightly.
The debtor stopped three zhang away from him and raised his hand as if to press down.
Those who breach the contract will not be recorded in the official accounts.
"Delete."
The pulling sensation in Chen Fan's chest intensified.
It felt like a hand was reaching into his body, slowly pulling the system out.
In my mind, there's no moral system, just a cacophony of screams.
[Host! Hold on!]
If this system is stripped away, it will be placed into a sealed state!
You will lose your current redemption privileges, task privileges, and reverse settlement privileges!
Chen Fan cursed.
"You've been messing with me all along, and now you're calling me 'daddy'?"
【father!】
[They're really shouting! Think of something quick!]
Chen Fan almost laughed in anger.
This system has absolutely no bottom line.
But now is not the time to argue.
The principal debtor clenched his right hand into five fingers.
More than a dozen beams of light instantly appeared on Chen Fan's body.
Those are traces left by the system.
He captured the White Dragon Horse, changed Tang Sanzang's identity, recruited the Bull Demon King, strategized with Sun Wukong, wreaked havoc in Heaven, and overturned the Buddhist order...
Scenes were forcibly unearthed, one by one, like bills.
The three messengers in the mirror felt their scalps tingle.
They only knew that Chen Fan was a troublemaker.
It's only now that we realize this guy didn't just cause one or two troubles, he's practically turned the entire ledger of the Three Realms to shreds.
For the first time, there was a flicker of emotion in the eyes of the principal creditor.
"The tent is very big."
"It should be cleared up even more."
Chen Fan suddenly stopped retreating.
He took a step forward, carrying the stick.
"You think you can just clear things up like that?"
"What I've done is beyond the purview of Heaven and the understanding of Buddhism. You, a mere projection, come here to set up an accounting office and still want to take me in?"
The principal debtor said calmly, "I don't ask about good or evil, I only ask about repayment."
"You changed the path you should have taken."
"You've lost the way."
"You took power that you shouldn't have taken."
"You're just lacking in effort."
"You've survived this long because of a breach of contract."
After listening, Chen Fan only replied with two words.
"fart."
Zong Wu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, but halfway through the laugh he clutched his head in pain.
"Yes, that's how you should scold someone."
The principal debtor did not get angry.
He simply reached out his hand again.
This time, the deletion list at Chen Fan's feet was fully unfolded.
The words in the first line slowly appeared.
Sun Wukong.
The three words were spoken.
Chen Fan's face instantly darkened.
Zongwu saw it too, and his scalp tingled.
"How could it be that monkey?"
The three messengers in the mirror were so frightened that they all prostrated themselves on the ground.
The principal debtor's voice was flat.
"Delete the principal debt first."
"Clear the collateral branches again."
"Sun Wukong, the first among those who are not yet clear-headed."
Chen Fan tightened his grip on the stick little by little.
He finally understood why this thing had awakened at this moment.
It doesn't just target itself.
Its target was the completely overturned Journey to the West account book.
And Sun Wukong is the most significant character.
The principal debtor looked up at Chen Fan.
"Hand over the default system."
"Or see if he deletes it first."
The voice just fell.
On the deletion list, a drop of black ink suddenly seeped out after the three words "Sun Wukong".
It's as if someone has already picked up a pen, ready to cross it out.
Chapter 133 Bad Debt Handling
Black ink flowed down the three characters "Sun Wukong".
It felt like the tip of a knife was already pressed against my neck.
Chen Fan did not back down.
Instead, he took a step forward, staring at the figure standing inside the door.
The projection of the principal debtor was still half-buried in the dark doorway, a gray-black ledger hanging from his chest. The ledger turned its pages by itself, making a rustling sound. With each page turned, a crack appeared in the ground, as if trying to tear the whole place apart.
The three messengers in the mirror huddled to the side, not daring to even raise their heads.
Zong Wu swallowed hard and muttered a curse under his breath.
"This bastard really should delete people."
The principal debtor projected his hand.
The finger pointed at Chen Fan's brow.
"The last time."
"Hand over the system."
"Let him postpone it instead."
Chen Fan smiled.
"You've done a pretty dirty job with this account."
The principal debtor didn't even lift his eyelids.
"The accounts are in my hands."
"Whether it's dirty or not is up to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black ink on the deletion list suddenly expanded, covering half of the character "孙".
Zong Wu's expression changed, and he drew his sword, ready to charge.
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't bother seeing me off."
Zongwu was anxious.
"If we wait any longer, something bad will really happen to the monkeys."
Chen Fan stared at the ledger, his gaze gradually turning cold.
He's been watching this the whole time.
This projection is not the real body.
It stands by its rules and determines people by its ledgers. It can suppress people and remove people, but it must follow its own rules every step of the way.
As long as the knot is tied properly.
This thing needs to be stuck.
Chen Fan's mind raced, and he immediately brought up the system panel.
A line of black text popped up in the "No Morality System" window.
[Advanced debt collection rules detected]
[Can initiate temporary bad debt transfer]
[Whether to specify the debtor]
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
This is what I've been waiting for.
He didn't order immediately.
First, look at the projection of the principal debtor.
"I have a question for you."
The principal debtor stared at him coldly in the projection.
Chen Fan said, "Do you just delete people who owe you money?"
"Yes."
"What if you yourself are in debt?"
The three messengers in the mirror trembled simultaneously.
Zong Wu was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up.
For the first time, the projection of the principal debtor's face, which looked like it had been carved from stone, paused.
"I am the one who bears the debt."
I don't owe anything.
Chen Fan's smile deepened.
"You think you can just say you don't owe me anything?"
"This projection, wasn't created by you?"
"They're assigned to do your bidding, collect your debts, and kill for you."
"It follows the rules, so you have to pay the bill for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan clicked on the system.
[Successful transfer of temporary bad debt]
[Debtor: Projection of the principal debtor]
[Debt Assumption Target: The Principal Debtor in Two Forms]
hum-
The entire rules hall suddenly trembled.
The ledger projected onto the principal's chest suddenly stopped.
The black ink that was dripping down actually flowed back up.
The projection slowly lowered its head, looking at its own chest.
At the very top of the ledger, an extra line of text appeared.
The principal debtor's projection owes the principal debtor a sum of money.
The air seemed to freeze.
Zong Wu was stunned for a moment, then slapped his leg.
"You can do that?"
The three messengers in the mirror all turned pale.
They've been guarding this place for so long, and this is the first time they've seen someone stuff the debt back onto the debtor's own head.
The principal debtor looked up, a chill appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"Not valid."
"I and my original self are both bound by the same debt."
Chen Fan took another step forward.
"Belonging to the same debt?"
"Then what are you going to use to delete people?"
"You're not even independent, so why are you pretending to be a creditor?"
These words were like a blow to the center of the hall.
A low rumble echoed from behind the black gate.
The ledger projected onto his chest began flipping through pages frantically.
Every page is a battleground.
One page says "can be deleted".
One page says "Do not delete".
One page reads "Prior Debt".
One page reads "Self-Debt".
The projection of the principal debtor swayed slightly, and a crack appeared on the tip of his right finger, from which black energy billowed out.
Zongwu's scalp tingled from looking at it, and he suddenly realized what was happening.
"Wait a minute, talking isn't enough, is it?"
"What if it makes a rigid judgment?"
Chen Fan turned his head to look at him.
"Take that stone out."
Zong Wu was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.
Ask the stone.
They just got this thing recently and haven't figured out how to use it yet. Now they can use it to slap the rules in the face.
Zongwu pulled out the Questioning Stone.
The stone resembled a black head, its surface covered in fine lines. It hummed and vibrated as soon as it was exposed to light.
Zongwu held it up and roared at the hall.
"I asked!"
"If a creditor owes you money, can you use the old debt to pay off the new debt?"
The stone trembled upon being questioned.
The cracks on the stone instantly lit up.
The next moment, a dry, hard sound came out from the stone.
"You may ask."
"It can be judged."
The stone walls surrounding the entire hall glowed simultaneously.
All the ancient characters that were previously illegible suddenly appeared, densely packed, and they were all characters like "debt," "clear," "mortgage," and "delete."
The projection of the principal debtor suddenly turned its head, revealing genuine urgency for the first time.
"Shut up."
With a wave of its hand, a black chain lashed out at Zongwu.
Chen Fan was prepared and swung his stick to smash it.
With a bang.
The black chain broke in two.
Chen Fan charged forward, blocking Zong Wu's path.
"Keep asking."
Zongwu gritted his teeth and repeated loudly.
"If a creditor owes you a debt, can it be written off?"
Wen Shi remained silent for three breaths this time.
Three breaths later.
A crack appeared in the center of the stone, spitting out two words.
"It can be flushed."
The two words were uttered.
The rules lobby exploded.
The ancient characters on the four stone walls moved simultaneously, like swarms of black insects attacking the projection of the debtor. The gray-black ledger vibrated wildly, its pages tearing by themselves with a piercing sound.
The principal debtor's projection paused.
Two lines of text appeared on its chest.
[Projection of the principal debtor, owing the principal debtor's actual self]
[Can be used to offset old debts; account deletion suspended]
The black ink following the name of Sun Wukong on the deletion list snapped off with a snap.
It's like someone broke the pen in half.
Zongwu burst into laughter.
"It's done!"
The three messengers in the mirror nearly popped their eyeballs out.
They've served the rules for so long, and they've never seen the rules bite back on their own.
The projection of the principal debtor stood still, his body cracking open piece by piece.
It also tried to raise its hand.
But the ledger had already locked its wrists.
It's as if it tied itself up.
Chen Fan was not about to let such an opportunity slip by.
"Now."
He stomped his foot and sprang into the air.
The black stick in his hand whistled through the air as he cleaved straight at the chest of the creditor's projection.
The projector raised its other hand to block the projector.
boom!
The moment the stick struck, half the hall sank.
The projection arm exploded in two on the spot.
The ledger on its chest swayed, but didn't break.
Chen Fan's eyes hardened, and he immediately followed up with a second blow.
"You know how to keep accounts, don't you?"
"I'll give you a discount today."
boom!
The cover of the account book was torn open.
The projection of the principal debtor let out a muffled groan and took a half step back.
Zong Wu's blood boiled with excitement, and he pounced forward, slashing diagonally with his sword.
The blade grazed the edge of the ledger, forcefully shaving off half a page.
Before the half-page even hit the ground, it turned into black ash.
The principal debtor's projection was enraged.
It opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of black mist that shot straight at the two of them.
Chen Fan did not retreat. Instead, he pulled Zong Wu back and took three more steps forward, braving the black mist. His third strike went straight into the crack in the ledger.
Click!
That sound was frighteningly crisp.
The ledger was torn in the middle.
The principal debtor's projection froze completely.
A yellowed piece of paper peeked out from the crack in his chest. The edges of the paper were curled up, and there were only two crooked words on it.
Bad debts.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
treasure!
He didn't hold back and grabbed it directly.
The projection of the principal debtor rushed towards them like a madman.
"Get out of here!"
Chen Fan grabbed the page and yanked it out.
Stab it!
He forcibly tore out the entire bad debt page.
The same moment.
The principal debtor's chest collapsed in the projection.
The ledger seemed to have a hole in it, spewing out a torrent of black energy. The ancient characters in the hall swung wildly and uncontrollably, making it difficult for the book to even stand.
Zongwu's eyes widened.
"Did you really manage to snag one?"
Chen Fan glanced down at the bad debt pages.
The system immediately displayed a prompt.
[Obtained: Bad Account Pages]
[Effect: Can obscure the Fate Tracking of one target]
[Number of times: once]
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
This thing came just in time.
Sun Wukong is currently on the deletion list; the Heavenly Court, the Buddhist sects, and those debt collectors are all watching him. Only one bad debt can be covered at a time, so there's no need to hesitate—just give it to the monkey.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fan ran his finger across the bad debt page.
"Locked on, Sun Wukong."
The bad debt pages instantly heated up.
The two crooked characters twisted and turned into a gray shadow, disappearing directly into the void.
The system notification sounded again.
[Target obscured: Sun Wukong]
Tracking interrupted
[Continue until all bad pages are burned]
Zongwu let out a heavy sigh.
"It's done, the monkey has been saved."
Before Chen Fan could answer, the projection of the creditor opposite him began to disintegrate.
Half of its face was cracked into several pieces, and a large hole was hollowed out of its chest, from which black energy continuously leaked. Yet it still stared intently at Chen Fan, as if trying to etch his image into its bones.
"You stole the ledger pages."
"The overall ledger cannot be changed."
Chen Fan held the stick and looked at it coldly.
"You're already so rotten, what are you pretending for?"
The projection of the principal debtor's mouth twitched, like a smile, or like a twitch.
"Bad pages... can only be covered up once."
"The real debt collector... has gone to Flower Fruit Mountain."
Zong Wu's smile froze instantly.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The projection of the principal debtor continued to speak, and with each word it uttered, a piece of its body fell away.
"It's not a projection."
"It's a real person."
"They...have arrived."
The last word fell.
The entire projection suddenly dispersed.
A muffled thud came from behind the black door, as if something had been completely shut off.
The hall fell silent.
It was so quiet that you could hear the stone still trembling slightly.
Zong Wu turned to look at Chen Fan, his throat dry.
"Who's guarding Flower Fruit Mountain?"
Chen Fan was still clutching half of the broken tent ash in his hand, his face already ashen.
The Bull Demon King is here.
Red Boy is here.
The white dragon horse is here.
But if the real debt collectors are coming, those people might not be able to stop them.
What's worse, Sun Wukong had just been blocked from tracking by the bad ledger page.
People who go to Flower Fruit Mountain at this time are probably not just targeting monkeys.
It could also be the entire mountain.
It could also be anyone who has ever stood in a line on Flower Fruit Mountain.
Chen Fan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
"go out."
Zong Wu quickly put away the questioning stone and rushed out.
The three mirror-image messengers stood still, their faces stiff.
One of them couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice.
"You...are you really going back to Flower Fruit Mountain?"
Chen Fan didn't stop walking, only leaving behind one sentence.
"Who dares to go to Flower Fruit Mountain to keep accounts?"
"I'll go and keep a record of his crimes."
He stepped out of the hall.
The blood-written characters on the black monument outside the door have changed.
Only one line remains.
The main tent at Huaguo Mountain has been opened.
Chapter 134 Urgent Report from Flower Fruit Mountain
On Flower and Fruit Mountain, the bell tolled nine times in succession.
It's not about welcoming guests.
It's preparation for war.
The white dragon horse stood outside the Water Curtain Cave, holding a long spear in its hand. The spear slammed down heavily, causing a crack to appear in the ground.
"Two more teams will be added to Dongling."
"Raise the battle flags on the west cliff."
"Anyone who dares to slack off at this time will be the first to get a beating."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the monkey soldiers, bull demons, shrimp soldiers, and crab generals on the mountain path sprang into action.
Red Boy squatted on a large rock, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the sky.
"Father, something's not right about this situation today."
The Bull Demon King carried his iron cudgel, and a puff of white breath came out of his nostrils.
"nonsense."
"Even I could smell it."
"The smell of incense from heaven is making my nose hurt."
Outside Huaguo Mountain, waves crashed against the reefs one after another.
There were no ships at sea.
A golden line first appeared in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the Sanskrit chanting subsided.
A group of Buddhist envoys descended on golden lotuses. The leader was tall and thin, with a fake smile on his face, as if it had been carved with a knife.
Behind him was a large, golden scroll.
Before the axis was even unfurled, its overwhelming aura crashed down upon the mountain gate.
The monkey guarding the mountain's expression changed, and it was about to roar.
The white dragon horse has already taken a step forward.
"Please state your number."
The Buddhist messenger glanced down at the white dragon horse, as if looking at an old, talking object.
"This humble monk, Huizhao, has been appointed by the new decree of Mount Ling to take over the old case of Huaguo Mountain."
"Those who are not involved, step aside."
"Bring out Sun Wukong's old followers to obey orders."
As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.
The monkey soldiers all gripped their weapons tightly.
The Bull Demon King grinned, his smile brimming with anger.
"The old party?"
"Who the hell are you treating like a criminal?"
Hui Zhao didn't even look at him, he just raised his hand.
The large scroll behind him unfurled.
The golden characters fell in rows, hanging in mid-air, illuminating the entire mountain gate with a white glow.
"New Buddhist Teachings on the Journey to the West"
"The old route is hereby abolished."
"The old scriptures are subordinate and all are subject to review."
"Anyone associated with Sun Wukong, Chen Fan, or Tang Sanzang who altered the scriptures shall be immediately arrested and taken to Mount Ling for trial."
"Anyone from Huaguo Mountain who dares to obstruct us will be punished for betraying the scriptures."
The last four words made even the mountain rocks tremble slightly.
Red Boy spat out the grass in his mouth.
"That sounds nice."
"You yourselves have gone astray, yet you come to confiscate our property."
Hui Zhao's gaze turned cold.
"You wretched creature, how dare you interrupt?"
With a flick of his sleeve, a beam of Buddhist light struck Red Boy directly in the face.
Red Boy didn't even blink, and opened his mouth to unleash a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire.
The fire and the Buddha's light collided in mid-air and exploded with a bang.
The heatwave swept out, even burning the leaves of several old trees nearby.
The monkey soldiers cheered.
Red Boy jumped down from the rock and clapped his hands.
Come on.
"Try shining your lousy light on me again."
Hui Zhao's face darkened.
Just as he was about to speak, another clap of thunder boomed from the sky.
The second group of people arrived.
This time it wasn't Buddha's light.
It was a whole expanse of dark blue clouds, pressing down even lower.
Heavenly soldiers and generals stood atop the clouds, their armor a continuous line, their swords and spears gleaming coldly. At the forefront, a purple-armored supervisor held a jade tablet, his voice echoing throughout the entire mountain.
"By order of the Heavenly Court, investigate the prohibition."
"Huaguo Mountain harbors prohibited items, which constitutes a crime against the law."
"The mountain is closed today; a thorough search will be conducted."
"Anyone who dares to resist will be executed for the same crime."
Before the Buddhist delegation could even settle in, the Heavenly Court's military supervisors arrived.
The smell of gunpowder in front of the mountain gate suddenly reached the top.
The Bull Demon King slammed his iron cudgel onto the ground.
"Good, very good."
"Are you here to steal our business today?"
"One said to arrest people, the other said to confiscate their property."
"Why don't you two fight it out first, and I'll go watch the show from the sidelines."
The supervising officer gave him a cold look.
"Bull Demon King, you're on the wanted list too."
"In the past, they gathered demons to cause chaos; now they gather crowds to resist the law."
"I've wanted to take your head for a long time."
The Bull Demon King took a step forward, his size like a wall, making even the mountain gate seem narrow.
"Come and pick them."
"I'm standing right here."
"If you're so capable, don't just rely on your words."
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Just then, a person walked out of the Water Curtain Cave.
Tang Sanzang.
He wasn't carrying a staff, only wearing an old monk's robe, walking slowly, and his face was expressionless.
The demon soldiers in front of the mountain gate automatically made way for them.
When Huizhao saw him, she was first taken aback, then the corners of her mouth curled up, and her smile became even more sardonic.
"So you're still alive."
"This humble monk thought that Mount Ling had long ago wiped you clean from the scriptures."
"Abandoned scriptures, yet dare to show their faces?"
That's a really harsh statement.
Even the military supervisors from the Heavenly Court couldn't help but glance at Tang Sanzang a few more times, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
There was a moment of silence in front of the mountain gate.
Tang Sanzang walked to the front and looked up at the scroll of imperial edict.
"Abandoned scriptures?"
"In the past, this humble monk sought scriptures with the intention of helping people to attain enlightenment."
"I later learned that your scriptures had already written down who should kneel and who should die."
"It's not a pity to throw away this kind of scripture."
There was a moment of silence, then a burst of cheers erupted from Huaguo Mountain.
"Well said!"
"Good throw!"
"What utter nonsense about this new directive!"
Hui Zhao's smile faded.
He stared at Tang Sanzang with eyes like knives.
"You, a discarded pawn, dare to comment on the scriptures?"
"If it weren't for the Buddhist sect supporting you back then, you wouldn't even have been able to reach the gates of the Western Paradise."
Tang Sanzang nodded.
"you're right."
"So I'm standing here today to pay off this debt."
After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Huizhao and turned to look at the white dragon horse.
"Ao Lie".
"Come here."
The white dragon horse had been waiting for this line.
He took a step forward, walked to the scroll of imperial edict, looked up at it twice, and suddenly smiled.
"You wrote quite a lot."
"More nonsense."
Hui Zhao said coldly, "Step back."
"This is a Buddhist precept, and must not be violated."
The white dragon horse ignored him.
The next instant, he suddenly flicked his spear.
The spearhead, glistening with moisture, pierced directly into the center of the golden scroll.
With a hissing sound.
The entire scroll of the decree was torn apart in the middle.
The gold lettering exploded into a chaotic shower of light, like a swarm of fireflies being strangled, falling down with a crackling sound.
The entire audience erupted in cheers.
The Buddhist delegation stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a madman.
The Heavenly Army Supervisor was also stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.
"How dare you!"
"You dare to disobey the imperial decree!"
With a flick of his wrist, the white dragon horse threw the half-decree to the ground and stepped on it.
"The old storyline is obsolete."
"You're too late."
"Huaguo Mountain doesn't accept this."
"Anyone who wants to take someone else's life should ask me first if I'll give them permission with my gun."
This was a huge slap in the face.
Hui Zhao, who had just been looking high and mighty, even twitched at the corner of his eye.
He stared intently at the fragment of the imperial edict on the ground, as if he wished he could skin the white dragon horse alive.
Someone in the Buddhist delegation whispered, "They've gone mad, they've all gone mad."
Some people on the Heavenly Court's military supervisor's side were also gritting their teeth.
"To publicly disobey an imperial edict is a capital offense."
"Huaguo Mountain is finished today."
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the valley.
"Did you hear me?"
"My brother Bailong said so."
"The old storyline is obsolete."
"Your lousy notebooks are so bad, you wouldn't even want to use them to burn as fuel."
Red Boy was even more decisive, simply holding his Fire-Tipped Spear horizontally.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"You can all come at me together."
"That saves a lot of trouble."
Huizhao could no longer hold back and clasped her hands together.
"Form the Demon-Subduing Formation!"
The eighteen Buddhist messengers behind him simultaneously dispersed, their golden lotuses landing on the ground and instantly forming a circle. Buddhist light surged upwards, transforming into a gigantic Vajra phantom, which raised its palm and pressed down towards the mountain gate.
At almost the same time, the Heavenly Army Supervisor also raised the jade tablet.
"Heavenly soldiers, heed my command!"
"Mountain Sealing Formation, activate!"
The armored cloud descended with a roar, and array flags were planted in mid-air, while a blue lightning net directly enveloped Flower Fruit Mountain.
Buddhism is taking precedence.
The Heavenly Court bestowed an empress title upon her.
They attacked from both sides right from the start.
Huaguoshan didn't panic either.
With a jerk of his spear, the white dragon horse caused the seawater behind him to surge up, forming a massive wall to block the Vajra Palm.
The Bull Demon King strode into the sky, sweeping his iron cudgel horizontally, directly smashing it into the lightning net.
Red Boy soared into the air, his Samadhi True Fire swirling outwards in concentric circles, distorting the very air it burned.
"Open it!"
boom!
The sea wall crashes into the Buddha's palm.
Water splashed everywhere.
The Bull Demon King's staff struck the lightning net, sending up streaks of blue light that blasted half the sky into a shower of sparks.
Red Boy's fire was even more ferocious, burning a corner of the battle flag to black ash.
All the monkey soldiers and demon generals on Flower Fruit Mountain rushed out.
The shouts of battle instantly drowned out the waves.
Hui Zhao's expression finally changed.
He had assumed that once he arrived with the imperial decree, the demons would kneel before him.
Who would have thought that each one would be tougher than the last.
The Heavenly Court's military supervisors hadn't expected that Flower Fruit Mountain would actually take action.
"This is insane!"
"They actually dare to fight alongside the Heavenly Buddha!"
"Send the message upstairs immediately!"
A fight broke out in front of the mountain gate.
Golden light, firelight, water waves, and thunder mingled together, causing the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain to tremble.
Tang Sanzang stood at the back, looking up at the formation in the sky, his brows furrowing more and more.
He wasn't afraid.
He figured it out.
What you see here is just an appetizer.
Since the other side dared to display both Buddhist decrees and Heavenly Court's prohibitions at the same time, they couldn't have sent only this few people to test the waters.
really.
next moment.
The clouds higher up suddenly parted.
A tower's shadow pressed down first.
Before the tower had even settled, all the heavenly soldiers and generals in front of the mountain gate took a half step back in unison, their faces showing awe.
Immediately afterwards, golden clouds rolled on the other side, and a bare-chested Arhat stepped out of the air, holding a golden dragon-like Buddhist chain in his hand. He had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.
The white dragon horse looked up, its face darkening.
The Bull Demon King cursed.
"Damn it, the big one is really here."
The Heavenly Supervisor immediately bowed.
"Welcome, Heavenly King Li!"
The Buddhist delegation also clasped their hands in prayer.
"Welcome, Venerable Dragon Subduer!"
Standing beneath the pagoda's shadow, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, gazed directly at Flower Fruit Mountain, as if looking at a cage about to be demolished.
The Arhat Subduing Dragon, clutching his Buddhist chain, first swept his gaze over Tang Sanzang, then over the White Dragon Horse, and finally stopped deep within the Water Curtain Cave, where he smiled.
"Everyone's here."
"Perfect timing to catch them all at once."
After he finished speaking, the Buddha chain gave a slight tremor.
The chain suddenly pointed into the Water Curtain Cave.
It's like something inside is being locked onto by it.
Chapter 135 The New Journey to the West
The Buddha chain trembled, and the air outside the Water Curtain Cave seemed to tense up.
Just as the demons of Flower Fruit Mountain drew their weapons, another bell rang out from the sky.
It is not the main bell of Leiyin Temple.
The sound was muffled, like it had been hammered out of scrap metal.
Chen Fan looked up and his face immediately darkened.
A crack appeared in the clouds.
A golden lotus platform slowly descended.
Three figures stood on the lotus platform.
The one in the middle looks almost exactly like Sun Wukong. He's got the golden headband, chainmail, phoenix-winged crown, and even the staff in his hand is nearly identical. But his eyes are off. They dart around, exuding a sinister aura, as if he's always eavesdropping on what others are thinking.
Six-eared macaque.
The one on the left, draped in a cassock, bears a striking resemblance to Tang Sanzang. However, his face is excessively pale, almost paper-white. He has a single gold mark between his brows, empty eyes, and a perpetually feigned smile on his lips.
It's not Tang Sanzang.
It's like taking Jin Chanzi's lingering regrets from somewhere and stuffing them into a shell.
The right side is even more disgusting.
A giant, silver-white dragon lay prostrate beside the lotus platform. Its scales were all made of rivets, and its back was crisscrossed with fine slits from which a red light emanated. What it exhaled from its nostrils was not dragon breath, but bursts of sparks and the smell of engine oil.
The white dragon horse stared at it for a moment, and its face turned pale.
"This thing doesn't even deserve to be called a dragon!"
The mechanical dragon twisted its neck, making two clicking sounds from its throat, like a car about to fall apart.
The Arhat who Subdues Dragons laughed heartily, his voice echoing across half a mountain.
"Everyone, look carefully."
"This is the newly established Buddhist mission to retrieve the scriptures."
Li Tianwang, holding the pagoda, also spoke.
"The old Journey to the West series has too many bad debts."
"Since it's broken, let's start a new one."
Whether you rebel or not is not important.
"As long as the new group travels west and completes the entire journey, Heaven and Earth will recognize their responsibility."
As soon as these words were spoken, many monsters on the mountain cursed.
Pigsy took a step forward, carrying his rake.
"Damn it, you're trying to pass off a fake as my fellow disciples? Do you think everyone in the world is blind?"
The fake Tang Monk clasped his hands together and spoke in a soft, indecisive voice.
"Whether it's true or false doesn't matter."
"Recognizing the incense offerings, the heavenly laws, and the Buddha's decree is enough."
"This humble monk will walk this journey for you."
"You people who are on the wrong path should also be forgotten."
As soon as the words "cover it up" were uttered, Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
The Bull Demon King muttered under his breath, "I understand."
"These bald monks aren't here to fight."
"They're here to take a new story and crush our old path."
"Whoever stands on the old path will be buried with it."
That's a very crude way of putting it.
But everyone on the mountain understood.
Tang Sanzang paused slightly with his staff, his face turning cold.
"They want to use destiny to write about the dead."
Sun Wukong looked up, stared at the Six-Eared Macaque in the sky, and grinned.
"OK."
"I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep."
The six-eared macaque also laughed.
That smile is like Sun Wukong's, and the more it resembles him, the more disgusting it becomes.
"Sun Wukong, you really think you're the main character?"
"Lingshan has been re-ranked."
"The real monkey is in the deletion list."
"Even if the fake monkey takes over, it can still obtain the scriptures and become a Buddha."
"As for you—"
He took a stick and pointed at Flower Fruit Mountain from afar.
"Your draft is scrap."
The moment those two words were uttered, the mountain erupted in chaos.
The red-bottomed macaque was the first to jump up: "I'll destroy your ancestors!"
The gibbon hurled rocks directly into the sky.
But just as the stone flew into the air, it was crushed into powder by a beam of Buddhist light that descended from the lotus platform.
The heavenly soldiers and generals surrounding them all laughed.
That kind of laughter, not loud.
Even more infuriating.
It's like a group of people who've already seen the results and are just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.
Zong Wu stood behind Chen Fan, his teeth almost grinding to powder.
"I'll go twist that fake monkey head off."
Chen Fan raised his hand and stopped him.
"No rush."
The white dragon horse stared intently at the mechanical dragon, growing increasingly furious with each passing moment.
"It bears my dragon soul mark."
"It wasn't stolen."
"It was carved in."
"They took down the traces from my journey to the West and put them on this iron beast."
The Arhat Subduing Dragon replied with a smile.
"good."
"If the old people don't listen, replace them with new ones."
"If the old horse won't carry the load, then make a new one."
"Do you think you're irreplaceable?"
"joke."
"Lingshan only cares about results when it comes to doing things."
That's even harsher than a slap in the face.
The Bull Demon King picked up his iron cudgel and slammed the tip into the ground with a thud.
"I'm going up there right now and give them a good beating."
The Flood Dragon Demon King also said coldly, "Why waste words with them? Let's dismantle the lotus platform first."
In front of the Water Curtain Cave, all the generals pressed forward.
The murderous aura suddenly soared to the heavens.
Li Tianwang remained completely unperturbed.
He pushed the exquisite tower upwards.
As the pagoda's shadow spread, a huge phantom image of a scripture scroll was projected from its base.
The phantom image of the scripture spread across the sky above Flower Fruit Mountain, turning page by page.
With each page turned, the monkey soldiers on the mountain felt a tightness in their chests.
It felt like a hand was pressing down on their heads.
Chen Fan glanced at the scene and immediately understood seven or eight parts of it.
"Now is not the time to launch a full-scale attack."
"The fact that they dared to come means they have prepared an alternative script."
"If you kill Six Ears now, Seven Ears and Eight Ears will pop up in the next second."
"Even if you smash the fake monk now, they can just put together a new one."
Sun Wukong turned to look at him.
"Then tell me, how do we do it?"
Before Chen Fan could speak, Tang Seng took a step forward.
He didn't look at the imposters in the sky.
He was looking at the scroll of scriptures beneath Li Tianwang's Pagoda.
"First, destroy the plot's anchor points."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand and pointed to the area below the lotus platform.
"They didn't just bring men with them."
"They even led the way."
"The pilgrimage group is just the surface."
"The road markers are the bones."
"If you have bones, even a fake can become real."
"Without backbone, three useless people tied together are just puppets on a stage."
Chen Fan glanced in the direction of his finger, his eyes suddenly darkening.
really.
Below the lotus platform, four Buddhist warriors were slowly lowering a massive black and gold stele.
The stele is three zhang tall and is covered with densely packed small characters.
There are only four big characters at the very top.
Lingshan Road Stele.
As soon as Chen Fan saw the words, the memory of the blood-stained inscription on the black stele instantly flashed through his mind.
The principal debtor has just opened the main account of Huaguoshan.
The Buddhist community then brought over a stele from Lingshan Road.
This is no coincidence.
This is a two-pronged attack, aiming to nail Flower Fruit Mountain to the ground.
Seeing the change in the expressions of the people on the mountain, the Six-Eared Macaque laughed even louder.
"Did you understand?"
"This monument will be erected at the foot of Huaguo Mountain."
"From this day forward, this will be the first stop of the new Journey to the West."
"Whether it's Flower Fruit Mountain, Water Curtain Cave, or the Monkey King, they'll all become mere background scenery."
"The more you make a scene, the more it highlights the new group's rightful destiny."
Pigsy was so angry that white steam was coming out of his nose.
"You six-eared bastard, you can't even imitate my senior brother's speech properly, yet you dare to come here pretending to be the orthodox one?"
With a flick of his staff, Liu Er's smile suddenly turned cold.
"Pig demon, you're on the list too."
"Former group members, deleted."
"Old accomplices, delete."
"Huaguo Mountain belongs to [the area], deleted."
"And let me tell you something else."
"Once the new group sets off, the traces left in the Three Realms will be automatically overwritten."
"By then, no one will remember what you have done, nor will anyone remember what you have changed."
"In heaven and on earth, only the new is recognized."
Even the white dragon horse couldn't help but take a half step forward.
He understood.
This is not just about killing people.
This is about erasing, layer by layer, the things they did and the traces of their lives.
Let them pretend it never happened.
The Bull Demon King turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Strategist, give the order."
"Even if it costs me my life, I'll smash that monument first."
All the generals of Huaguo Mountain looked over.
Chen Fan remained standing still.
He stared at the slowly descending road marker, growing calmer with each glance.
The quieter it is, the more unsettling it becomes.
Zongwu leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Did you figure something out?"
"Um."
Chen Fan nodded.
"They want to drive the first nail into the ground at the foot of Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Once this monument is placed on the ground, Huaguo Mountain will no longer be just a battlefield."
"It will become the starting point of a new Journey to the West."
"Once the starting point is established, the subsequent fake roads can be connected one by one."
"The principal creditor will also use this loophole to drag the entire Flower Fruit Mountain into the ledger."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes blazed with fury.
"Then let's not waste any more words."
"I'll go up now."
Tang Sanzang reached out to stop him.
"If you make a move, they'll have a perfect excuse."
"The stage for the real and fake Monkey Kings has been set up for you."
"You're going to perform the first act for them."
Sun Wukong paused in his steps.
Those words really hurt.
That's right.
Liu Er's presence here today is not merely a provocation.
He was waiting for Sun Wukong to make the first move.
As long as the real and fake Monkey Kings fight, Buddhism can take the opportunity to push the new story forward.
Chen Fan looked at the lotus platform in the sky and suddenly smiled.
"You like acting, right?"
"Then I'll dismantle your acting bones first."
He turned his head and quickly pointed at the people.
"Bull Demon King, Flood Dragon Demon King, lead your troops and charge from the left."
"Don't touch the lotus platform, focus on the four strongmen carrying the stele."
"White Dragon Horse, keep a close eye on that mechanical dragon, don't let it land."
"Bajie, Sha Wujing, prepare to cover the rear and block the heavenly soldiers."
"Wukong—"
Sun Wukong grinned.
"explain."
"Don't hit Liu Er."
"Go and keep an eye on Li Tianwang's tower."
"If that scroll of shadow comes down again, punch a hole in it first."
Everyone was taken aback.
This is unconventional.
The six ears were practically right in his face, yet he didn't hit them first.
But the next moment, Sun Wukong laughed even harder.
"it is good."
"I, Old Sun, am not going to beat the monkey today."
"Attack the tower first."
In the sky, Liu Er's expression indeed changed.
He came here today for the real vs. fake showdown.
Sun Wukong did not take the attack, and his energy was suspended in mid-air.
The smile on the face of the Arhat Subduing Dragon faded slightly.
"Chen Fan, do you think you can stop him?"
Chen Fan raised his head and immediately retorted with insults.
"I'll stop your mother."
"Trying to restart Journey to the West with a defective product? That's incredibly audacious."
"Your Buddhist community is truly impoverished now."
"The monkey is a bootleg, the monk is a remnant soul, and the horse is made of sheet metal."
"This is hardly a pilgrimage group."
"This is like a shoddy team cobbled together for a clearance sale at Lingshan."
Huaguo Mountain was quiet at first.
The next second, they burst into laughter.
The Bull Demon King laughed the loudest, almost breaking his staff in the process.
Yes, clearance items.
"Hahaha, Six Ears, you fake are turning green with envy."
The white dragon horse was even more mischievous, staring at the mechanical dragon and saying something.
"That iron horse looks like a discarded stove god from the kitchen."
Even Zhu Bajie (Pigsy) added insult to injury.
"That fake monk's face looks like he's never eaten; the wind would blow his skin off."
Some of the soldiers on the other side couldn't help but want to laugh, but quickly held it back.
The Six-Eared Macaque's face darkened completely.
He suddenly raised his stick and chopped it down from a distance.
"Sun Wukong!"
"You don't dare hit me?"
Sun Wukong took a step forward, and his golden cudgel swept out, smashing the shadow of the cudgel to pieces.
"Who says I dare not?"
"Don't rush to your death."
"After I've demolished your roads, I'll shove your head on the ground and listen to you to my heart's content."
With a loud bang.
Two gusts of wind exploded in mid-air.
A wave rose on the sea surface.
Just as the generals of Huaguo Mountain were about to charge, a heavy buzzing sound suddenly came from the horizon.
The four Buddhist warriors quickened their pace.
The black and gold road marker had fallen to less than ten feet at the foot of the mountain.
The words on the monument lit up line by line.
The vegetation at the foot of the mountain had already withered in one ring.
Then, thin golden threads emerged from the ground, like hooks, and burrowed into the body of Flower and Fruit Mountain.
The white dragon horse's expression changed.
"It's not about extracting spiritual energy."
"It's pumping water from the mountain!"
The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red.
"Damn it, get it done!"
Just as Chen Fan was about to give the order, the rocks beneath his feet suddenly trembled.
The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain seemed to have been suddenly pulled up from the ground.
A long crack had appeared in the stone steps outside the Water Curtain Cave.
What's emanating from the cracks isn't rustic.
It is a pale golden mountain color.
The road marker landed with a thud.