The Bodhisattvas surrounded the chaotic battlefield, and the Buddha's light filled the sky.

Sun Wukong roared, and the golden cudgel in his hand burst into blood, squirting flames, fighting with the Bodhisattvas.

"Isn't it a one-on-one challenge? Why do you bully the less with the more!"

Daji said a little angry.

Buddha smiled and looked at her: "Who told you to fight alone?"

There is no such thing as a one-on-one challenge in this battlefield.

The Buddha looked at Chaos, and the battle between Sun Wukong and the Bodhisattvas drew thousands of fire lights. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, they could still feel the heat wave.

"Daji."

The Buddha spoke: "I heard that you have a method to protect the Tao, and protect the Dharma for me."

"Protector?"

Daji's thought flashed and he realized it.

She waved the white silk, stepped on the void, and her figure rotated, dancing.

The dance seemed to have magic power. In an instant, the petals around it were colorful and the war gradually stopped. The Buddhists all looked over.

The Buddha saw that many Buddhist children were confused and smiled slightly. A lotus seat appeared under his feet, dazzling.

The Buddha sat on a lotus seat, practiced the great Dharma, promoted the true fruit, told the wonderful scriptures of the Three Vehicles, the Five Aggregations, and began to save the Buddhist sons.

For a moment, the Buddha's light shone on the chaos and the wisdom sounded like heaven and earth.

But while proclaiming the true result, a Buddha light fell on the Buddha's body, and the gods left the battlefield without knowing it.

That was the Buddha's true spirit who sneaked into Fanjing Mountain.

This mountain is extraordinary, with auspicious clouds all over the mountains, fragrant mists surging, pavilions and towers, overlapping and endless numbers.

"A good place of pure divine land."

The Buddha was admiring and walked towards the depths of Fanjing Mountain.

There is a relics in this mountain, and its powerful aura reaches the chaos, forcing the Buddha to come and take a look.

Most people can't feel the relics, and Sun Wukong doesn't know if he doesn't see them with his own eyes, but the Buddha can feel them.

"What kind of relics is that?"

The Buddha was uneasy. He passed through the thick fog and his heart began to beat.

“On there.”

The Buddha turned to the right, his body was like a spiritual person, and he took a step and disappeared into the air.

The next moment, he appeared under a Bodhi tree.

The Bodhi tree has roots in the void, with colorful brilliances and different colors of the seven leaves, illuminating the figures under the tree.

When the Buddha saw the man, he felt a sudden shock.

What kind of person is this? He hangs cross-legged in the air half a foot above the ground, like a man and a woman, like an old man and a child, like a living man and a dead man, vague and unable to see clearly.

This person seemed to have no weight, his body was fluctuating with the wind, without any fairy light, but it emitted supreme pressure, making people unable to help but kneel down.

"Not a relics?"

The Buddha opened his eyes.

The next moment, a series of lights flashed through his mind.

It was a person who was staggering here, sitting down on a rosette, and turning into a person.

These scenes were like comets passing by, illuminating the Buddha's mind.

"The Body of Reincarnation."

It is the body of reincarnation formed by hundreds of reincarnation.

"Is it him?"

The Buddha felt bad premonition.

Could such a powerful aura be the body of reincarnation of the Venerable in White?

He brought his body to this place every time he reincarnated.

What is he going to do?

"No, I can't keep him!"

Although the Buddha did not understand what Venerable Baiyi was doing, he knew that if this body was born, it would definitely threaten Sun Wukong.

The Buddha did not hesitate and immediately patted his palm, radiantly slapped the figure under the tree.

A layer of golden light suddenly appeared in front of the figure, blocking the Buddha's giant palm, and the sound of bombardment seemed to penetrate the golden cracked stone.

The Buddha took a step back by the huge counterattack, and when he looked at it again, his heart was cold.

The eyes under the tree opened.

"Great Monk."

He said, "It's a religion, why bother to fight?"

It was the voice of the white-clothed Venerable.

Not only the sound, but even his appearance has changed.

Just like a mirror, the Buddha saw his face, and his Dharma image was solemnly floating in the void.

"It's you."

The Buddha asked, "Is this your body?"

"I have no body."

The white-clothed Venerable replied.

"Where does he have a physical body? His physical body is the Venerable."

The Buddhist beads suddenly lit up: "He is a little better than you, but it is just a kindness of the Venerable."

"What's the meaning?"

The Buddha grabbed the unusual meaning in his words: "He is a little better than me? What does my relationship with him?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

They laughed and said, "This kind heart wants to escape from the Venerable and becomes a fake body."

"I've gotten out of him."

The white-clothed Venerable sealed the voices of the Buddhist beads again.

He was originally a kind heart that was revealed by the Venerable. After suffering and creating great achievements, he had this body, how could he allow the ridicule of the Buddhist beads?

"This body has not yet been formed, but since you see it, you should understand."

The Venerable in White looked at the Buddha and said, "This body is stronger than Sun Wukong."

The Buddha frowned slightly.

"Stop it. I don't want to be enemies with you, and I don't need you to help me."

The Venerable in White said, "As long as you stand aside, Sun Wukong will be defeated by me."

Buddha shook his head: "I can't do it."

"You're too stubborn."

The Venerable in White was about to continue speaking, when waves of Buddha's voice suddenly rang out, resounding through chaos.

He raised his head and saw that many Buddhist children on the battlefield put down their tin staff and bowed to the Buddha's Dharma in chaos.

"You rob me of my Buddhist son."

The white-clothed Venerable withdrew his gaze and his expression sank: "If this is the case, this is a dispute over the Taoist dynasty, and I cannot tolerate you."

The Buddha felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"But you are the little path, I am the big path, you can't beat me."

The White-clothed Venerable continued, "I'll give you another chance, come and help me."

Buddha shook his head and refused.

"Since that's the case, the great monk, take my palm."

The white-clothed Venerable no longer had any thoughts. His palm stretched out and a bright light appeared, pressing towards the Buddha.

This move is not strong, but it hides great horror.

The Buddha was shocked and resisted with great force, but the light still drowned him.

After the "bang" sound, there was nothing beside the Bodhi tree except a stone.
To be continued...