Chapter 911

"Bodhisattva?"

At the mountain peak, Zhu Bajie, absorbed in screening artifact-refining materials, and Ao Yulie both lifted their heads.

Even Sha Wujing emerged from his prayer-bead form into human shape, gazing at the sky.

Guanyin Bodhisattva, to the Journey to the West team, was a trustworthy person.

Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and Ao Yulie all regarded her as an elder; even Sun Wukong held an attitude toward Guanyin that was both teacher and friend.

Tang Luo's relationship with Guanyin was also quite good.

However you put it, the Merit Jade Lotus and the Brocade Kasaya were both sent by Guanyin.

This was a good person who gave equipment; although Guanyin said these were all left behind by Jin Chanzi before his reincarnation, she was merely returning them to their original owner, and doing so on behalf of the Tathagata Buddha.

Back when in the Mountains and Seas Realm, Tang Luo had once listed Guanyin in the category of "maybe a traitor who could be turned."

Who knew why; anyway, he just had that feeling at the time — don't ask, ask and it's intuition.

Incidentally, Yang Jian was in the "can work together without needing to be turned" category.

As long as you said "Old Yang, the Tathagata says you should've been pinned under Five Finger Mountain too," it was basically settled.

"Fellows, long time no see."

On a white jade lotus platform, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood, dressed in white robes, long black hair styled in the "classic" fashion, a white gauze veil trailing behind, a dot of cinnabar at the brow center.

Left hand held before the body, upward supporting a willow jade purifying vase.

Features surpassing all men in the world, for women exhausting all under heaven.

"It is long time no see." Tang Luo walked out of the pavilion. "Last time I picked up your golden hoop, the one used to seal Zhu Mian."

Guanyin's lotus platform descended, level with Tang Luo: "Put that way, that hidden danger has been resolved by you, Xuanzang?"

"Conveniently converted." Tang Luo said. "The Mountains and Seas Realm shattered; are you injured?"

Guanyin nodded.

He was also quite heavily injured, belonging to the particularly unlucky category.

In the pavilion, Qin Shi Huang's eyes narrowed slightly; the God Lord pressed a hand against the wound on his chest.

Guanyin Bodhisattva of Great Thunder Sound Temple suddenly descended — friend or foe? What changes would occur? Let's wait and see.

Best if they fight, both sides badly hurt, then they won't meddle in their business anymore.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva."

Zhu Bajie and the other two flew over, smiling at Guanyin.

Xiaotian Dog also "ran" over, circling Guanyin once.

"Wuneng, Wujing, Little White Dragon, Xiaotian." Guanyin twirled a flower and smiled, just as before, giving a sense of reassurance. "Where's Wukong?"

"Injured, holed up healing." Ao Yulie said. "Bodhisattva, how did you come here? Could it be you're also a Transcendent?"

Guanyin shook her head: "I come to this place on a very important matter; you all come over."

The three approached as told; Guanyin took a willow branch from the willow jade purifying vase and lightly swept it.

Zhu Bajie and the other two were instantly rolled up by the willow branch, unable to control themselves, not even time to voice confusion — in a split second they fell into the jade purifying vase.

Xiaotian Dog was not spared either, perhaps incidentally, also collected into the jade purifying vase together.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Luo's brows furrowed slightly; he was certain the person before him was Guanyin, not some imposter.

Because there was no attack.

"Xuanzang, you have betrayed Great Thunder Sound Temple." Guanyin's expression was flat, flat to the point of coldness.

"I betrayed Great Thunder Sound Temple?" Tang Luo sneered. "Who says? Maitreya? That guy who doesn't even dare sit the Buddha's throne — what qualification does he have to say I betrayed Great Thunder Sound Temple?"

"Great Thunder Sound Temple has already designated you a Buddha-enemy." Guanyin didn't engage, just said, "Xuanzang, come back with me to Great Thunder Sound Temple, accept punishment at the Demon-Subduing Pagoda; regardless, with your status—"

"You mean you want to fight?" Tang Luo raised an eyebrow, cutting off Guanyin's words.

Guanyin was silent a moment, sighed, as if she had long anticipated Tang Luo would answer this way.

"Right, is Samantabhadra Bodhisattva at Great Thunder Sound Temple?" Tang Luo suddenly asked.

The question was abrupt, but Guanyin still answered: "He is; he's quite heavily injured, has been recuperating. It was Maitreya Venerable who sought him back."

"Oh, hope he heals fast; later when I kill my way up Great Thunder Sound Temple, I'll beat him again, and that'll complete the 'Five Great Bodhisattvas Beater' achievement." Tang Luo said with a smile.

The Five Great Bodhisattvas: Ksitigarbha, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Guanyin, Mahasthamaprapta.

Tang Luo converted the demon Ksitigarbha, then converted Manjushri and Mahasthamaprapta who became God Lords; now beat another Guanyin.

Later kill my way up Spirit Mountain Great Thunder Sound Temple, beat Samantabhadra Bodhisattva too.

Then can officially self-title as "Five Great Bodhisattvas Beater."

This name sounds much better than Buddha-enemy or whatever; at least Tang Luo thinks so — simple and clear.

"Ksitigarbha is called closest to Buddha, yet he's indeed not good at combat, and because of falling into madness, he's crazy and erratic." Ignoring the slight expression change on Guanyin's face, Tang Luo spoke to himself. "Speaking of which, it's still Manjushri and Mahasthamaprapta; after they walked out another path, they're more skilled at combat."

"Wonder if you'll bring me any surprises."

Guanyin gently shook her head; the expression on her face seemed to convey "as expected, still have to fight" and such emotions; her right hand lightly tossed, the jade purifying vase vanishing into thin air.

Both hands drawing circles then joining palms before the body, a single motion bringing forth layer upon layer of illusory shadows.

That semi-transparent gauze veil behind her back used to fix her hair fluttered and vanished, but her hairstyle didn't mess up — instead it became that kind fully tied up, similar to a Daoist topknot hairstyle.

The gentle look originally on her face disappeared, turning martial and heroic.

"Bodhisattva." Tang Luo looked at the prepared Guanyin.

"Hm?"

"Don't die—"

Tang Luo's fist struck toward Tang Luo, trailing a black twisted mark.

Guanyin lightly pinched a dharma seal; the lotus platform beneath her feet vanished; a single palm pushed out — fist and palm collided.

No wind, no sound.

Guanyin's body flew up at a slant, heading straight for the edge of this world.

Tang Luo followed close behind, pursuing to attack.

One in front, one behind; before long they had directly left the bounds of this world and entered the chaotic void.

This was done deliberately by Guanyin, for reasons unknown. But for Tang Luo, the difference was not great.

Although the chaotic void is chaotic.

At least within a certain range it is still relatively stable, and will not produce a situation where one suddenly does not know where one is.

Tang Luo can still return to the original anchor world.

An anchor world is far more stable and easier to find than an ordinary world — on the premise that it has already been discovered.

Like a lighthouse in the chaotic void.

Tang Luo and Guanyin's current position was still within the range illuminated by the lighthouse's "light."

Golden light emerged beneath Guanyin's feet; even the chaotic void could not conceal its radiance, but within the golden light was not the original lotus platform, but a dragon head.

A slender body flickered in and out of existence, hidden in the void, only the dragon head manifesting.

The dragon head traversed the chaotic void, trailing faint afterimages.

A violent storm poured down.

Black gales howled, forming black dragons made of flowing wind; freezing raindrops condensed into endless cold blades.

Blades and black dragons assaulted Tang Luo.

Tang Luo let the black dragons and blades land on his body; the Profound Gold Indestructible Body flickered, blocking all attacks. His right hand struck forward, a Great Hand Seal manifesting, smashing through the "violent storm" and blasting toward Guanyin.

The dragon head beneath Guanyin's feet let out a dragon's roar; his figure flashed, assuming a semi-transparent phantom form, about to dodge the Great Hand Seal.

At this moment, Tang Luo's left hand likewise pushed out.

In an instant, endless Great Hand Seals appeared, completely scattering the violent storm.

A thousand hands cannot block it — the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

The Great Hand Seal descended; that golden dragon let out a miserable cry and dispersed on the spot, and Guanyin fell into the encirclement of the Great Hand Seal.

Guanyin pushed both hands upward before him; a thousand arms emerged from behind him, meeting the endless hand seals.

Behind the dragon-head Guanyin manifestation — the Thousand-Hand Guanyin manifestation!

Great Hand Seal and thousand hands collided, simultaneously dissipating.

Guanyin's body swayed slightly; Tang Luo had already stepped on lotus flowers, lotuses blooming with each step, appearing before Guanyin amid drifting petals, pointing a finger.

Reincarnation Salvation Finger!

Guanyin's expression turned grave; he plucked a willow leaf from the void and lashed it toward Tang Luo's finger.

"Snap."

Clearly the chaotic void should be soundless, yet a clear sound transmitted, so much so that even Qin Shihuang and the others in the anchor world serving as the lighthouse heard it.

"..." Qin Shihuang and the others did not speak.

Being able to fight in the chaotic void — honestly, they could do it too.

Even setting aside the conveniences after becoming Transcendents, Qin Shihuang could also walk in the chaotic void.

Just not as unconcernedly as Tang Luo; for them the chaotic void is still fraught with danger.

But to fight in the chaotic void and have the sound reach here — that already far exceeds their strength.

Accompanying the crisp sound came the shattered willow leaf.

Not just the willow leaf.

Tang Luo's index finger flew with flesh and blood, whipped until only white bone remained; even on the bone a distinct crack appeared.

Yet it still could not stop Tang Luo from pointing the Reincarnation Salvation Finger.

The fingertip pressed on Guanyin's head; whether by coincidence or not, it landed exactly on that dot of cinnabar.

Guanyin's head tilted back slightly; starting from the cinnabar dot between the brows, black and white rapidly spread over his whole body.

As his body retreated, color and vitality withered away.

Once completely turned black and white, Guanyin's flesh-and-blood body collapsed and vanished, turning into a white-bone manifestation.

Tang Luo's outstretched right hand turned into a claw, grasping at the white-bone Guanyin.

The white-bone Guanyin plucked another willow leaf, but did not lash out as before; instead he wove it into a bamboo basket, looping it over Tang Luo's palm.

The basket shrank the instant it touched, forcibly squeezing Tang Luo's palm back into a fist.

Not only that, blood kept flowing from the gaps.

Tang Luo's face showed no trace of pain; he even wore a smile that made one's heart tremble.

"Rip."

The basket was torn apart by the spreading palm; Tang Luo's entire right hand had completely turned to bone — not white bone, but transparent with a faint golden hue, like pale amber.

Not only that, Glazed Flames burned upon it.

Glazed Flames, White Bone Palm!

The bone palm descended on the white-bone Guanyin manifestation; the moment it landed, a bright moon behind Guanyin's head rippled with water-blue waves, as if the person were immersed in water, mirror-flower water-moon, all becoming empty.

Bone palm power surged, shattering everything before it into fragments!

The white-bone manifestation and the water-moon manifestation vanished together.

Guanyin revealed his original appearance; the cinnabar on his forehead disappeared without a trace. He looked at Tang Luo, mouth slightly open, blood flowing out, staining his white robes red.