"You are definitely not Jin Chanzi."

Eastern Buddha quickly asserted with finality: "How would Jin Chanzi have the audacity to slight the Buddha?"

The young monk just called the Buddha a blockhead, how could he possibly be the ever-obedient Jin Chanzi.

"Who exactly are you?"

Eastern Buddha asked again.

"I am Jin Chanzi."

Jin Chanzi replied once more: "I did not disrespect the Buddha."

He calmly said, "The Buddha is a blockhead, and so are all the Buddhas on Lingshan."

Eastern Buddha looked at him for a while, not expecting that such a bold monk could exist in the world.

"Enough."

Eastern Buddha took out the Human Species Bag: "Since you're so daring, I shall take you back for the Buddha to see."

"Capture!"

He tossed the Human Species Bag into the sky.

The Human Species Bag quickly expanded, transforming into a massive vortex of suction, enveloping Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha."

Jin Chanzi brought his palms together, showing no fear.

The enormous suction pulled up the soil and vegetation at his feet, but Jin Chanzi's own feet stood firmly on the ground like rooted old trees, unaffected by any of it.

"Master, your Human Species Bag is ineffective against him!"

The novice monk was shocked; this was the first time he had seen the Eastern Buddha's Human Species Bag fail to capture someone.

Eastern Buddha found it strange.

Once this Human Species Bag is opened, even Bodhisattvas find it hard to avoid,

Jin Chanzi, though a disciple of Buddha with profound mana, has the mana but is unskilled in its use, a mere bookworm—he shouldn't possibly be able to resist.

"He is surely not Jin Chanzi."

Eastern Buddha became even more certain in his mind.

He recited another Spell, and a streak of golden light flew from his waist; that was the Golden Cymbal.

The Golden Cymbal flew into the air and suddenly a red light, swift as lightning, struck Jin Chanzi. Jin Chanzi slightly furrowed his brows, and a light emitted from him, blocking the red light.

Eastern Buddha chanted the Spell again, and the Golden Cymbal swiftly enlarged, split into two, and closed in on Jin Chanzi from both sides.

Jin Chanzi stood immovable as a mountain.

The two golden cymbals struck near him, blocked by the Protective Immortal Light, unable to advance a single inch.

Eastern Buddha sensed something was amiss.

"Return!"

He retracted the Human Species Bag and the Golden Cymbal, and then looking at Jin Chanzi, he asked, "What Magical Treasure do you have on you?"

"A Monkey Hair."

Jin Chanzi answered.

"...Monkey Hair?"

Eastern Buddha paused in bewilderment, "Whose?"

After asking this question, he immediately felt foolish.

Aside from Sun Wukong, whose hair could be so powerful?

Eastern Buddha turned to leave.

"Why have you stopped fighting?"

Jin Chanzi asked.

"We are all but pawns."

Eastern Buddha said: "To continue fighting is pointless."

Jin Chanzi thought for a moment; it did make sense.

He followed Eastern Buddha: "That relic seems to have gone far."

"The Buddha's lantern is dimming."

The novice monk also said.

The light from the Buddha's lantern was rapidly fading, indicating that the World Venerable Relics were moving further away from here.

At a crossroads, the steps of Eastern Buddha and Jin Chanzi suddenly halted.

"Left."

"Right."

Both said simultaneously.

Eastern Buddha turned to look at Jin Chanzi: "The relic is no ordinary object, but an incarnation of a World Venerable's mana."

"We shall look separately."

Jin Chanzi continued: "If we do not find it, we will waste several more years."

"What you say is absolutely right."

Eastern Buddha nodded and then walked towards the left.

Jin Chanzi went to the right, passing through a patch of grass, which slightly shook, leaving a Shadow in the dew on the blades of grass.

"Master, which direction is it really?"

The novice Monk on the left inquired of the Eastern Buddha.

"Buddha said it's to the left."

The Eastern Buddha said, guiding by the lantern, the direction is left, following this direction will surely lead us right.

"What if it's to the right?"

The novice Monk asked again.

"Then we'll snatch it."

The Eastern Buddha responded, "That Monk is no match for me. As long as we find the relics, I will be able to snatch them."

As he spoke, he wrote two characters on his hand.

One 'turn' character disappeared into the ground, while the other 'wind' character transformed into a breeze, chasing after Jin Chanzi.

The Eastern Buddha continued, "If it's not Sun Wukong himself, that Monk will surely not defeat me."

"But Master, you can't even break through Sun Wukong's Monkey Hairs."

The novice Monk said.

"Nonsense!"

The face of the Eastern Buddha darkened: "That's because Master wasn't serious!"

How could he, the future leader of the Buddhist sect with invincible Divine Skills, possibly not defeat a mere hair?

The Eastern Buddha and the novice Monk quickly walked away.

Before long, Ding Huan and seven Spider Demons arrived at the same place.

"Which way?"

The Spider Demons looked around, unsure of which direction to take.

Ding Huan dismounted from the horse, took out a compass to calculate, and then pointed to the left: "This way."

The Spider Demons led the way to the left.

But soon after walking to the left, Ding Huan realized they had lost their bearings.

"There's something strange about this road!"

The Spider Demons exclaimed.

"We've entered a maze trap."

Ding Huan replied: "We need to figure out a way to exit."

However, easier said than done, they spent a full two hours in the maze before finally finding their way out.

Upon exiting the maze, Ding Huan found a 'turn' character on the ground; it was this character that had them going in circles for two hours.

The seven Spider Demons angrily wiped away the character.

"There must be someone playing tricks, let's chase after that person!"

They said.

"No, we can't."

Ding Huan spoke: "There must be more traps ahead, let's wait for the others, including the Gouchen God."

"We can't possibly wait for them."

The seven Spider Demons responded: "They need to block those baldies; only we have the chance to find the relics."

"Hey, look over there!"

Suddenly, they noticed some familiar people in the distance.

"Isn't that the little bald Monk?"

The Spider Demons spotted Mu Zha and the maiden, as well as other novice Monks trapped on the right path.

"They actually followed us here!"

Ding Huan was surprised, then asked: "Who is the person who tied them up?"

In front of those novice Monks, there was a young Monk who had tied up all the novices to the trees.

"You don't understand, let me teach you."

The Monk said while whipping the novice Monks with a rattan, not sparing Mu Zha and the maiden either.

"Is there a rebellion in Lingshan?"

Ding Huan couldn't help but find it strange upon seeing this.

"Who is that Monk that looks very much like Elder Jin Chan?"

At this moment, the White Horse also spoke up: "Is he also from Huaguo Mountain?"

The seven Spider Demons glanced at it: "Do you know Brother Kite?"

"Of course."

The White Horse nodded: "I have seen portraits of all the handsome men of Huaguo Mountain."

Not only had it seen those handsome men, but it also knew all their stories and personalities.

"This Monk is far more domineering than Elder Jin Chan."

The White Horse said.

"But he is Brother Kite."

The seven Spider Demons replied.

The White Horse was stunned for a moment: "How did Elder Jin Chan transform into this appearance?"

"We got him drunk."

The Spider Demons replied: "After getting drunk, he turned into this."

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