Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

"Fairy Guan, monks are compassionate. You have also practiced in Luojia Mountain. I am half a Buddhist disciple. I don't want to make things difficult for you. Please withdraw your troops immediately and give up Shuiyue Island. Then we can sit down and discuss the Dao."

Above the South China Sea, a young monk in white monk's robes was floating in the air. He had a solemn appearance, a dazzling Buddha light emanating from his body, and a majestic golden body. Five hundred monks sat on the clouds behind him, chanting scriptures, like mountains, and a heavy aura pressed down towards the island.

On Shuiyue Island, three thousand navy soldiers were solemn, armed to the teeth, exuding an iron-blooded murderous aura. They gathered in one place, their auras intertwined, and transformed into a mighty blue dragon shadow, covering the entire Shuiyue Island.

However, under the Buddha's light, the green dragon seemed a little listless and was obviously no match for the opponent.

The commander of this army was none other than Guan Yan. A hundred years had passed without leaving any trace of time on her body. She was wearing a red battle armor that was as flamboyant as fire, outlining her exquisite curves. She had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes that exuded heroic spirit. She held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in her hand, making her look more steady than before.

Listening to the words of the Luohan opposite him, Guan Yan shouted coldly without hesitation: "Absurd! The Haishui area has no water king, and this god is in charge. You people from the West actually asked this god to withdraw your troops. Do you still have the Great Heavenly Venerable in your eyes?"

"Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved, so why should there be any distinction between the East and the West? Can we see people suffering and not help them because of the difference between the East and the West? The law of heaven and earth has good and bad, but there is no distinction between the East and the West." Hearing this, Luohan chuckled and said, "Fairy, you are obsessed. Everyone on Shuiyue Island respects my Western way and has a connection with me. Why do you have to be so mean, Fairy Guan?"

“Bah! In the past, the demons in the Hai Water Region caused chaos, and it was Erlang Zhenjun who killed them and restored peace to the Hai Water Region. The Hai Water Region has been ownerless for many years, and the Emperor of Heaven personally appointed it to be in charge. When will it be your turn, Western monks, to run wild? If you don’t leave quickly, I will report to the Great Heavenly Venerable and punish you.” Guan Yan gritted her teeth and said, I didn’t see you when I was doing things, but now you are here to pick peaches.

"Fairy Guan, you are joking. Not to mention that I am an outsider and not bound by the laws of Heaven, even if I am bound by the laws of Heaven, what have I done wrong? Fairy Guan is unable to control the Haishui area, so I helped her. This is in line with the teachings of our Buddhism and the laws of Heaven. On the contrary, Fairy Guan has always insisted on her own opinions, not considering all living beings. She is actually a charlatan. Even if she is the real Water Lord, we Buddhists can impeach her, not to mention that Fairy Guan is only the Acting Water Lord. If you still want to keep this position, you'd better admit defeat." The monk said at the end, with a terrifying gleam in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that Ji Ren was behind Guan Yan and if Buddhism was not willing to completely break off relations with the Chan Sect, he would have taken action now.

"Aren't you the main culprits of the chaos in the Haishui area? Instead of seeking the emptiness of the four elements, the Buddhist disciples use the name of Ming Fei to lure the underwater aquatic monsters in the Haishui area, and secretly gather evil demons to obstruct the navy from enforcing the law." Guan Yan scolded him sternly after hearing the monk's shameless words.

During the hundred years that Ji Ren was away, the waters of Guanjiangkou and Haishui were originally calm. After all, those who didn't know about the Chan sect couldn't defeat Guan Yan and his group, and those who knew about it didn't dare to provoke them, not to mention that there was Guanyin Bodhisattva in the South China Sea.

But in the past thirty years, as the conflicts between the orthodox and unorthodox sects became more and more intense and they had no time to take care of Buddhism, Buddhism began to extend its hand into the Haishui Region.

First, a group of evil demons who were wanted by Guanjiangkou surrendered to Buddhism, leaving Guanjiangkou helpless.

Then, relying on the protection of Buddhism, these demons became even more lawless, entering the Hai water area from time to time to cause chaos. By the time Guan Yan and the others reacted, they had already left the Hai water area.

The chaos continues in cycles and is impossible to prevent.

Guan Yan and others were angry, but there was nothing they could do.

In recent years, the Buddhist community has become even more outrageous and unscrupulous.

The disciples of Dingguang Happy Buddha openly came to the Haishui area and lured ignorant girls under the guise of selecting a concubine.

The saintly lineage and the Golden Immortal's disciples had such a huge difference in status, how could these ordinary aquatic creatures in the Hai water area resist the temptation?

What's more, these disciples of the Happy Buddha are all handsome, with good looks, and they practice the method of eloquent speech.

Preaching crazily and deceiving young girls.

Guan Yan tried to obstruct it several times, but with little success.

The Buddhists ignored her and instead accused Guan Yan of intentionally making things difficult for the Buddhists and slandering Buddhism.

After several conflicts, the Guanjiangkou lineage was at a disadvantage.

Now, they are openly trying to occupy an island.

"Fairy, stop talking nonsense!" Upon hearing this, the monk shouted sternly, with a loud voice, like the sound of a huge bell or thunder. Afterwards, the five hundred monks all turned cold-faced and looked like angry Vajra. The Buddha's light gathered like huge mountains pressing down.

Guan Yan immediately felt a heavy pressure coming upon her. Her eyebrows raised and her jade hands tightly grasped the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, her knuckles turning white.

...Luojia Mountain, Purple Bamboo Forest.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sits upright on a lotus platform, holding a pure bottle in her hand. She looks as dignified as ever, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. She seems otherworldly, as if she has escaped from all the filth of the world, and has seen her true self. She exudes a peaceful aura like a loving mother.

Opposite her sat an old monk, also sitting on a lotus pedestal, with a solemn appearance. However, unlike Guanyin Bodhisattva who was brimming with vitality, the old monk was wearing a cassock, like a piece of rotten wood, filled with the breath of extinction and endless vicissitudes of life. The wrinkles on his face showed the traces of time.

Even Guanyin Bodhisattva was unable to suppress him in her own temple.

“These are all matters of the younger generation. Although Your Excellency is compassionate, it is better not to interfere in the affairs of the younger generation, lest people accuse Your Excellency of bullying the younger ones.” The old monk looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and smiled faintly.

"Guan Yan was personally appointed by the Great Heavenly Venerable, and is Ji Ren's Taoist companion. The Buddha has done this, isn't he afraid that when the time comes, Ji Ren will come back and the situation will be irreversible?" said Guanyin Bodhisattva, looking at the old monk in front of him.

Dipamkara Buddha.

One of the Three Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future, in charge of the Buddhist past and the ancestor of all Buddhas.

Of course, he has another identity, the former deputy leader of the Chan sect.

It was just that when the Emperor of Heaven was replaced, he chose to rebel, join Buddhism, and switched camps smoothly.

He is one of the few people that both the Chan and Jie sects want to kill.

But even so, he still sat here peacefully.

This shows how profound his Taoism is and how powerful his cultivation is.

"Your Excellency is joking. Am I afraid of a junior like him?" Upon hearing this, Dipankara Buddha smiled and said, "The Conferred Gods are coming, and the Journey to the West is also coming. It is an unprecedented double disaster. This time, if one is not careful, there will be no recovery. Therefore, Buddhism needs to grow and needs luck. Among the four seas, the West Sea has been owned by our Buddha. The East Sea is the place where the Jiejiao Daoist is located and cannot be moved. The North Sea is a wild land. Exiling the demons and plotting against it will not be worth the loss. Only the South Sea is closely related to the Southern Continent and is also crucial to preaching, so it must be taken into our hands. As for Ji Ren, he is just a junior."

"Yes, Master will give him the Pangu Banner." Guanyin Bodhisattva said lightly.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Dipamkara Buddha's face froze. He was not afraid of Ji Ren, nor was he afraid of Pangu Banner. If he was determined to escape, even Yunxiao and Kong Xuan, who were less than saints, would be helpless against him. But he was afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun.

No one knows better how terrifying Yuanshi Tianzun is than him, the former deputy leader of the Chan sect.

No matter in terms of scheming or strength, he is not worthy of provoking her.

But that year, the event of changing the world was too big, so Randang fled.

Otherwise, he would still be serving as the deputy leader of the Chan sect.

After all, although he was only the nominal second in the Chan sect, when he came to the West, he was only the nominal third in command.

However, he hesitated for only a moment, and then the Buddha Ran Deng said confidently: "So what? The Pangu Banner has been taken back, and a mere junior is not enough to shake the overall situation of Buddhism. Let alone the monkey from Jiejiao, there are many golden immortals in my sect. What can a junior like him do? It's nothing more than asking for help from an elder, but now the struggle between Xianjiao and Jiejiao is getting more and more intense, and there is no time to spare, and you are not in a position to take action, who can save him, who can help him?"

Yunxiao's Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation cannot trap him, Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light cannot capture him, and he is not afraid as long as the saint does not come out!
"Maybe if the Buddha doesn't take action, he doesn't need help." Guanyin Bodhisattva said quietly.

“You are joking, Your Excellency. No matter how talented he is, he is just a kid who has practiced for only two hundred years. He even boasted that he killed the Five Great Saints, but he was just using the power of the mutton-fat jade bottle. It is not worth praising.” The Buddha of Burning Lamp said with disdain.

Guanyin Bodhisattva shook her head slightly and did not argue any further. After all, arguing was useless.

Facts speak louder than words.

Ji Ren, here we come! (End of this chapter)