"That is not arrogance."

On the mountain path, Ding Huan said: "It is knowledge."

"You just look down on Buddhism."

White Horse said: "I really don't know what is so great about Wanling Country that it has you completely enchanted."

"Technology."

Ding Huan replied.

He was obsessed with the Immortal Law technology and research of Huaguo Mountain, which was far better than pursuing any form of tranquil freedom.

"Do we need to find Shariputra earlier?"

Ding Huan continued: "If those bald monks find it first, our year's effort will be wasted."

A day later, Ding Huan led the White Horse into a city.

"This is the only place in the area we haven't checked, Shariputra must be here."

Ding Huan said.

"In such a big city, how shall we find it?"

White Horse asked.

"There is a thousand-year-old peach tree spirit to the northwest, let's go ask it."

Ding Huan led the White Horse to the northwest outskirts of the city, where they found a gigantic withered tree.

The trunk of the withered tree was wide enough for ten people to encircle, and now was the season of blooming peach blossoms, yet this peach tree had neither petals nor a single leaf visible.

"This peach tree is dead."

White Horse said.

Ding Huan approached and asked: "Are you the peach tree spirit?"

The peach tree spirit remained silent.

"It seems it's dead."

Ding Huan turned around: "Burn it!"

"Wait—"

The peach tree immediately responded, and an old man's face appeared on the trunk: "Please talk things through, spare this old tree."

"I have some questions for you."

Ding Huan said: "The Mountain God told me you are the oldest demon around here, older than when he became the Mountain God, surely you must have heard about the Shariputra?"

"I really haven't."

The peach tree shook its smooth branches in response: "I've been here a long time, but I only developed a spirit 500 years ago, so I only have 500 years of memory."

Ding Huan slightly frowned, asking again: "Then, have you seen anything strange in these 500 years?"

"I have."

The peach tree answered: "Yesterday, seven Spider Demons came, saying they wanted to learn some Daoist Skill, and they plucked all my leaves and peach blossoms."

"Spider Demons?"

Ding Huan fell into deep thought, wondering if those Spider Demons were also from Huaguo Mountain.

"I found you!"

Just then, two figures suddenly descended from the sky.

Mu Zha and a young girl landed on the ground, looking angrily at Ding Huan.

Ding Huan paused for a moment: "Are you looking for it too? Then I'll leave first."

"You still want to leave?"

Mu Zha threw out an Immortal Rope, trying to tie him up.

"Stop!"

White Horse transformed into a young girl and grabbed the Immortal Rope with her hand.

"You..."

Mu Zha was stunned, since only immortals could catch the Immortal Rope: "Who are you?"

"None of your business."

The young girl answered: "If you want to catch him, you'll have to get past me first."

"You..."

Mu Zha's expression turned serious, he turned to the young girl and said: "You and I together, let's take these two down."

"Yes, senior brother."

The young girl began casting spells.

"Children, calm down."

At that moment, another voice sounded, and the four turned to see The Bodhisattva Guanyin had arrived.

"I was wondering what you two were up to so early in the morning."

The Bodhisattva looked at Mu Zha and his companion: "It turns out, you came to do the wrong thing."

"Bodhisattva."

Mu Zha quickly replied: "He is the one who set off the bomb yesterday."

"I know."

The Bodhisattva glanced at Ding Huan.

She said to Ding Huan, "My two disciples were injured because of you. From now on, if you come under my tutelage, the past will not be pursued."

Ding Huan's expression suddenly turned cold: "How is it not over yet!"

These monks from Lingshan had been nagging beside him for years, and he was tired of hearing it.

It had finally been quiet for two years, and Ding Huan didn't expect The Bodhisattva Guanyin to bring it up again.

"Tell the Buddha, I will not go to Lingshan."

Ding Huan said, "I don't like it there."

"Amitabha."

Guanyin smiled and said, "If not Lingshan, you could go to my South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, which has beautiful scenery..."

"Sorry."

Ding Huan said, "I'm just a mortal, not interested in becoming a monk."

The Bodhisattva Guanyin felt displeased, this young man indeed was hard to convert.

"If all people of Wanling are this stubborn..."

The Bodhisattva couldn't help thinking: "How will the Buddha deal with them in the future?"

She vaguely felt that the Buddhist teachings of Lingshan were becoming increasingly difficult to adapt to the Three Realms and needed change.

With this thought, the Bodhisattva sighed inwardly.

"Do not ponder deeply."

If, due to the failure to convert the people of Wanling, she started doubting the correctness of the teachings, wouldn't she become like Golden Cicada?

The teachings of Buddhism have been refined over millions of years, how could they be wrong? The changes in the Mortal World, in the eyes of an Immortal, are but a moment, how could they shake one's Daoist faith?

After some self-reassurance, The Bodhisattva Guanyin gradually calmed down.

"If you do not wish to go to the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, you may choose any place to dwell."

The Bodhisattva said.

Ding Huan was somewhat startled, then as if sensing something, he looked up to see countless lights flying in from all directions.

Those were the members of the Lingshan sect coming to snatch the last Shariputra.

"This is troublesome."

Ding Huan watched as monks and Bodhisattvas landed one after another, a trace of tension arising in his heart.

At that moment, however, he heard a familiar voice.

"Floating Ship!"

Ding Huan turned around joyously.

The Bodhisattva Guanyin and others also directed their gaze toward the sky behind him.

There, a huge floating ship was coming through the clouds and mist.

Beams of light flew out from it, landing behind Ding Huan.

Those beams were demons and some cultivators from the Human Clan, their expressions taut as they stared at the Lingshan members.

The members of Lingshan looked at each other.

The people who came down from the ship were all mortals, how pitiful.

Didn't Huaguo Mountain have any Immortals to help?

While they were thinking this, another beam of light flew from the ship and landed between Ding Huan and The Bodhisattva Guanyin.

The moment he landed, flames rose under his feet, causing people around to involuntarily step back.

"Gouchen God, why come here?"

Manjusri Bodhisattva asked, not believing that Gouchen would help Sun Wukong.

"Heavenly Dao is the trend, following the Heaven's will."

Gouchen's reply was straightforward: "The Shariputra you seek should naturally be handed over to the current Heavenly Emperor."

"Heavenly Emperor, you have changed."

Guanyin spoke up.

"Bodhisattva has not yet awakened the memories of the minor world."

Gouchen looked at The Bodhisattva Guanyin, "If you knew what had happened before, you wouldn't find my presence here strange."

"I know what happened."

Guanyin said, "The people of Lingshan, all are aware of the matters of that minor world."

Hearing it from others and experiencing it yourself are completely different."

Gouchen shook his head, no longer said anything, and led his people to turn and leave.

The Bodhisattva Guanyin and the other Bodhisattvas tacitly did not stop Gouchen God.

They too would find it hard to stop this War God.

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