The light fell on the ground, auspicious colors came from the sky, divine light flowed, and the world was peaceful.

A young monk stood in the center, his body covered with holy light, and there seemed to be a Buddha's light in his eyes, emitting a sacred sound of Tao.

When the creatures in the city saw his light from afar, they had the urge to bow to the ground.

"Who is that?"

"It's probably an immortal."

"Then he must know his benefactor."

Everyone said, infected by the monk's peaceful aura.

In front of him, Sun Wukong frowned, and the monk in front of him looked very familiar.

Not only him, but Zhenyuan Daxian is also very familiar with it.

"Elder Golden Cicada."

Zhenyuan Daxian's eyes almost fell off: "Why are you here?"

The monk standing in front of them looked exactly the same as that of Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha."

However, the monk clasped his hands together and said, "I am not a golden cicada."

"You are not."

Sun Wukong said.

The aura of this monk is far stronger and sharper than that of Jin Chanzi.

The golden eyes of Sun Wukong saw him, which was a vast Buddha light, blurry and could not see the truth clearly.

Sun Wukong was a little wary: "Who are you? Why do you appear with this appearance?"

"I have no self and no form, no name or surname."

The monk replied: "What you see is the posture of the great way."

He did not deliberately change into Jin Chanzi, but his own Buddhist practice allowed Sun Wukong and Zhenyuan Daxian to see the posture they were suitable for seeing.

"You all have a connection with the Buddha."

The monk said, "The Venerable in White asked me to destroy you, maybe there is another saying."

"Venerable in White?"

A light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

“Destroy us?”

Zhenyuan Daxian laughed: "You are going to kill us if you change your appearance?"

"No."

The monk replied: "Since I appear in the appearance of two familiar people, I mean that I can still transform you."

What he had to eliminate was the obsession between Sun Wukong and the others.

Once the obsession is eliminated, it will be truly eliminated.

The obsession has not yet disappeared, even if the body is destroyed, it may not end with the magical powers of Sun Wukong and his two people.

The monk took out a mirror, and a green mist freed out of it. For a moment, the world changed, and the scene in front of Zhenyuan Daxian and Sun Wukong disappeared.

A temple appears in front.

"Please come in and sit down."

The monk opened the door and said.

Sun Wukong frowned: "Tell me first, who is the Venerable White Clothing?"

"Venerable in White?"

The monk nodded: "He is my master, the new emperor of heaven."

Sun Wukong had a flash of thoughts, and judged that the monks had the value of dialogue, and walked towards the temple.

Zhenyuan Daxian shouted to Sun Wukong: "Brother, don't you think this temple is strange?"

"Our soul was pulled into the mirror by him."

Sun Wukong entered the temple and said, "It's just a trick, so there's no need to worry."

Zhenyuan Daxian followed him with confidence and walked in behind him.

The two sat in the temple, and the monks served them tea and asked them to ask questions.

"When will the Fankong Heavenly Court have a new Heavenly Emperor?"

Zhenyuan Daxian asked.

This is a completely different story from their perceptions so far.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Venerable in White obtained the Jade Seal of Fan Kong."

The monk replied: "The Venerable has been practicing hard since childhood and has experienced disasters. He is the only person who has become an immortal in the heavenly court."

"For tens of thousands of years, the Venerable has relied on the six realms of reincarnation and saved countless creatures in the heavenly palace. So far, the order of more than ten star palaces has been restored."

He explained the story of the White-clothed Venerable. The White-clothed Venerable appeared after the great disaster and had great merits. He succeeded as the Emperor of Heaven ten thousand years ago.

Every star palace he governed was peaceful.

"It takes a thousand years for the Venerable to save a world. Every time he succeeds, he will have to govern another thousand years."

The monk finally said, "Only ten thousand years will the venerable come here and save the people here."

He told Sun Wukong and the others that there was a white-clothed Venerable in the Fankong Heavenly Court, and that this star palace would be saved sooner or later, and there was no need for them at all.

Zhenyuan Daxian suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Then the two of Nanming are really unreliable."

He thought to himself: "They didn't say there are immortals here."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and asked the monk: "How can the Venerable in White save the people?"

"this……"

The monk hesitated for a moment and knew that this was a difficult question.

Sun Wukong's question is the core.

After the monk thought for a while, since he wanted to save Sun Wukong and others, he could not avoid this problem.

"Where the Venerable passes, there is bliss everywhere."

The monk answered.

Sun Wukong immediately understood.

Not only him, but also Zhenyuan Daxian also understood.

"It turns out that everyone wants to be a monk."

The immortal sneered: "What's the use of this kind of rescue?"

They saw the way the white-clothed Venerable did in the three realms.

Neither Zhenyuan Daxian nor Sun Wukong would recognize anything he had seen.

"Don't be impatient for two."

The monk was calm and said, "If you want to save the Buddhist Temple, this is the only way. The Venerable in White Clothing has a promise. If it is in the Pure Land, the creatures will not have great disasters in the future."

"No more to talk about!"

Zhenyuan Daxian stood up, waved the whisk and emitted a divine light, which was not very intense, but it shattered the space.

Zhenyuan Daxian pulled Sun Wukong away from the mirror world.

The three of them returned to the outside.

The monk looked at the two of them and sighed: "If so, I can only force myself to pass on the throne!"

"You dare to say it!"

Zhenyuan Daxian sneered.

He recovered some of his immortal power and wanted to test it.

The next moment, he took action.

"Look at my move."

Zhenyuan Daxian poked out his right hand, became bigger in the air, covering the sky and pressing towards the monk.

A strange light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

Zhenyuan Daxian actually learned this trick of the Buddha, and it was not just a simple imitation.
To be continued...