Chapter 342: Nuwa Takes Action, the Demon Emperors Return from the Time River

"Since that is the case, then..."

Rulai Buddha prepared to agree to Taibai Jinxing's conditions; otherwise, as a Buddha, he could not keep haggling with Taibai Jinxing.

"No. Rulai, these conditions cannot be agreed to."

Before he could finish speaking, Randeng Buddha could not help but speak up to pull him back.

"The Heavenly Court has such a huge appetite, demanding forty percent of the Merit Qi Luck, plus one hundred thousand Merit Relics—have they no shame?"

Randeng rebuked angrily, his withered frame trembling with rage.

If one did not know he was a Buddha, undying and undestroying, one would think he was an old man like a candle in the wind, liable to die of anger at any moment.

A secret smile appeared at the corner of Rulai's mouth; as expected, even if he didn't speak, Randeng Buddha would not be able to hold back.

The Heavenly Dao flourishing Buddhism did not mean it only flourished him, Rulai.

This matter was closely related to everyone in Buddhism, especially Randeng and Maitreya Buddha.

As Buddhas, they would also receive the greatest benefits when the Heavenly Dao eventually bestowed Merit.

Randeng was the most senior of the three Buddhas and the one closest to becoming a Saint.

He was still counting on this batch of Merit to become a Merit Saint; even if he couldn't, becoming a Half-Saint would suffice.

If the Qi Luck were all taken by the Heavenly Court, then he wouldn't be able to become a Saint at all.

Regarding matters of his own interests, Randeng would absolutely not make any concessions.

This was also the reason why, no matter how much Xuanzang jumped around, no one in Buddhism, including Rulai, had removed his status as the Scripture Seeker.

The Journey to the West was ordained by Heaven, and Xuanzang was the Heaven-ordained Scripture Seeker.

This identity could not be changed, and no one else could replace him.

Even if Rulai were to change to another Scripture Seeker and go through the process again, it would be futile if the Heavenly Dao did not recognize it and did not grant Merit.

"Randeng Buddha, those who have left the secular world should be detached from the four elements; please do not be angry, as it is not good for your cultivation," Taibai Jinxing said, smiling awkwardly.

"What detachment from the four elements? My words are the supreme principles of the Buddha Dao. Taibai Jinxing, have Haotian come personally to negotiate terms with me," Randeng Buddha said loudly.

In terms of seniority, he, Randeng, was on par with the Saints.

The Jade Emperor's seniority was not enough for him!

Taibai Jinxing broke into a cold sweat, and Li Jing was also trembling.

They were truly afraid that Randeng Buddha would slap them both to death.

Taibai Jinxing was speechless; they were just negotiating, so why get so worked up? It was truly poor sportsmanship.

"Randeng Buddha, then how much Merit do you say should be divided to my Heavenly Court?" Taibai Jinxing said.

"Twenty percent," Randeng Buddha said.

"Buddha, that is not fair of you. Twenty percent Merit is nowhere near enough. Now that the Journey to the West has been upgraded, sticking to the old ways is just not reasonable," Taibai Jinxing said.

"How about we compromise and make it thirty percent," Maitreya Buddha spoke up.

Randeng's expression was ugly; Heavenly Dao Merit was not ordinary Merit—it was the kind that could directly increase magic power and realm, and even lead to becoming a Saint.

Back then, Nuwa had used the Merit of creating humans to become a Saint instantly, making countless Great Luo Golden Immortals envious to death.

"Thirty percent, then thirty percent it is," Rulai said, seizing the opportunity; being able to get one percent more was better than nothing.

Without the cooperation of the Heavenly Court, who knew when this Journey to the West would be completed.

"Of the one hundred thousand Merit Relics, we can only give ten thousand; no more," Randeng Buddha said.

"..." Taibai Jinxing, Li Jing.

In the end, through negotiations, both sides redefined the resource allocation; although Taibai Jinxing was unhappy, getting something for free was better than nothing.

Being able to fleece another one percent of Merit from this group of stingy bald donkeys in Buddhism was not a loss.

In any case, the Heavenly Court's role in the Journey to the West was just a formality, so it was not a big problem.

After the deal was settled, Taibai Jinxing and Li Jing left together, not daring to stay for even a second longer.

They were mainly afraid that Randeng would not be able to resist killing them.

Seeing the people from the Heavenly Court leave, Rulai Buddha could not help but shake his head.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tianyu Pusa. Now that Xuanzang has advanced to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, I wonder if his Buddha heart remains as consistent as ever; you two begin preparing for the next tribulation," Rulai said.

"Yes, Buddha." Guanyin and Tianyu both pressed their palms together and responded one after another.

And next, before long, the famous scene of the Four Sages Test Zen Heart would also begin.

Chaos, Wa Palace.

Yet, before the Saint Nuwa, two men in golden robes walked out from the Chaos, their bodies covered in the marks of time and years?

"Many thanks to the Wa Palace Empress for the grace of saving us," the two said together.

Of these two men, one was in a golden robe, tall and burly, with a mysterious aura, and a Chaos Bell vaguely appearing behind him.

The other man had a scorching aura, handsome and demonic, yet with thick eyebrows and large eyes, looking heroic and spirited; his golden robe was embroidered with a Golden Crow pattern, and his divine fire could illuminate all directions.

The two were none other than the former masters of the Demon Court, the Demon Emperor Dijun and the Eastern Emperor Donghuang Taiyi.

Nuwa stood before them, with infinite halos of light hanging behind her, her aura classical, graceful, and noble.

"No need for such formalities; resurrecting you was merely a matter of karmic coincidence. In that great battle, your bodies were originally destroyed and your true spirits were lost, making it very difficult for you to be resurrected again," Nuwa said.

"Indeed, I am also puzzled as to how we were suddenly resurrected from the Time River. Wa Palace Empress, do you know the true reason?" Donghuang Taiyi asked.

"I cannot tell you this secret, and you should not ask further. Now is not the ancient era; hurry and recover your magic power," Nuwa said.

In fact, the resurrection of Donghuang and Dijun was related to Xuanzang, who had just advanced to a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

When Xuanzang unleashed the Mythical Technique: He Hua Zi Zai and manifested the Dao Fruits of all Saints, the threads of Karma spread throughout time and destiny, and that mysterious Time and Space Gate communicated with the past and future, connecting infinite Karma.

It was only by utilizing this special period of time that Nuwa was able to find the true spirits of the two Demon Emperors and resurrect them.

Even if they had only just been resurrected, the strength of these two Demon Emperors was among the stronger ones within the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; in a few more days, I fear the winds and clouds of the Three Realms will change once again.

"Nuwa, I wonder who is the master of the Demon Court now?" Dijun asked.

He was the elder brother of Donghuang Taiyi, possessing the body of a three-legged Golden Crow, the sun with the purest bloodline.

"The ancient Demon Court no longer exists; the one managing the Three Realms now is the Heavenly Court of Haotian," Nuwa said.

"Haotian, it is actually that brat. That brat is now the Heavenly Emperor?"

Dijun was stunned, feeling it was laughable.

Not long after, Dijun and Taiyi left Wa Palace.

Outside the palace, Dijun could not help but say:

"How can that little Taoist boy Haotian be the master of heaven and earth? Taiyi, enter the Heavenly Court with me, destroy Haotian, and rebuild the Demon Court."

Donghuang Taiyi revealed a thoughtful expression and said slowly:

"Brother, the heaven and earth today are not what they used to be. You and I have just been resurrected, and our magic power has not yet reached its peak; it is not enough to contend with the Heavenly Court. Moreover, the Haotian of today is no longer that little Taoist boy of the past; he cannot be underestimated."

"It was my recklessness, Taiyi."

Dijun nodded upon hearing this.

"Since that is the case, then we shall reassemble the foundation of the Demon Race."

"And that Diliu, Kunpeng; once this Emperor finds him, I will surely pluck out all his feathers!" Dijun said indignantly.

In the final battle between the Sorcerer and Demon races back then, if it hadn't been for Kunpeng's backstabbing and fleeing the battlefield, the Demon Race would not have been left without a single drop of bloodline.

Therefore, Dijun held a deep grudge against Kunpeng.

"To the North Sea!"

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