The fierce wind howled through the temple, rhythmically pounding against the window lattices.

"This spring wind is unusually strong."

The little monk closed the window and said.

Since yesterday, the fierce wind had attacked the city like a wild beast; the temple roof was trembling as if it could be blown away at any moment.

"Master."

The little monk turned around and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Almost there."

The old monk, holding a candlestick, was fumbling in a hidden compartment on the wall.

"Found it."

He quickly found a treasure box wrapped in golden cloth.

"What is this?"

The little monk walked over and asked.

"World Venerable Relics."

After saying this, the old monk handed the treasure box to the little monk: "Take it and get out of here quickly."

"Why?"

The little monk was startled.

"Someone is looking for it, and we're running out of time."

The old monk stuffed the treasure box into the little monk's hands.

Shortly thereafter, a little monk, clutching the treasure box, hurried out of the temple.

"Trying to leave?"

Voices of several young girls drifted from the sky: "Not so easy!"

Soon after, a silver thread appeared before the little monk.

By the time he realized, the silver thread had already wrapped around the treasure box, and the force yanked it out of the little monk's hands, flying toward the sky.

"No!"

The little monk jumped up, clenching the treasure box tightly in his hands, as he was lifted into the air.

"Junior Brother Qing!"

The monk who walked out of the temple after seeing this scene, immediately ran out and grabbed the legs of the little monk, and was also pulled into the sky.

The other monks, upon seeing this, also rushed out, tightly holding the legs in front of them, forming a long dragon flying towards the sky.

The howling wind blew across this long dragon, the monks grasping each other tightly, swinging in the wind, looking very strange.

The seven Spider Demons in the clouds were somewhat surprised.

"How did they turn into kites?"

"These bald donkeys are really amusing!"

The Spider Demons tugged at the thread, kite-flying in the air, or rather—they had discovered a game combining fishing and kite-flying.

The seven Spider Demons excitedly pulled the monks up bit by bit.

"Demons, stop!"

Suddenly another angry shout came, Manjusri Bodhisattva appeared with Mu Zha and the young girls in the west: "Release those monks!"

The seven Spider Demons glanced at them, then sped up their retrieval.

Manjusri Bodhisattva's expression turned cold, he reached out his hand, a great suction force transmitted, pulling the long dragon towards him.

"Waaaah!"

The monks, stretched from east to west, screamed in fear across midair.

The seven Spider Demons looked at each other.

"It's become a tug-of-war?"

They had never played such an entertaining game.

The Spider Demons immediately forgot their task and started pulling fiercely.

However strong they were, how could they compare to Manjusri Bodhisattva? The monks gradually flew towards the west.

Just then, the raging fierce wind grew even stronger, buffeting everyone in the sky to the point of not being able to open their eyes.

A flying ship emerged among the clouds.

Mu Zha looked at the ship and couldn't help but feel shocked.

There was a huge dragon head standing at the bow of the ship; it opened its mouth wide, from which numerous cold mists and storms blasted out, howling across the sky and land.

Could it be that the fierce wind that started yesterday was the work of that thing?

"What is that!"

Mu Zha had a bad feeling.

On the ship, The Immortal of Colossal Spirit was alone, operating the wind machine, changing the wind patterns within a ten-mile radius.

"This thing is even more formidable than the Dragon King!"

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit thought to himself, then glanced at Ding Huan.

It's really hard to imagine, an Immortal Artifact like this could actually be created by a mere mortal.

Standing on the deck, Ding Huan looked towards the distant tug-of-war competition and couldn't help shaking his head: "Those Spider Demons are indeed unreliable. Cast the spell quickly and draw the relics over."

"Yes."

Some demons walked over to the Immortal of Colossal Spirit and began casting spells on the wind machine.

The fierce wind grew even stronger, and within the violent wind, some glittering silver powder appeared.

"Mu Zha."

The voice of Manjusri Bodhisattva suddenly became solemn: "Hurry and take the relics."

He used Immortal Law to push Mu Zha forward, sending him toward the little monk.

When Mu Zha regained his senses, the treasure box was already within reach.

"Little Monk, no offense."

Mu Zha reached out to take the treasure box from the hands of the little Monk.

However, it was at this moment when a pair of hands formed from the silver powder in the wind also reached out, grabbing hold of the treasure box.

"This doesn't belong to you!"

The little Monk became anxious and clung tightly to the treasure box.

The three sides began to struggle for the treasure box.

"Mu Zha, be quick."

The voice of Manjusri Bodhisattva said: "Those hands are no ordinary hands, they can't compete with you now, don't let them fully materialize!"

Mu Zha pulled with all his might a few times and finally managed to pull the treasure box out of the little Monk's hands.

But the strange hand's strength grew stronger, about to snatch the treasure box from him.

Mu Zha firmly held on, and amidst the tussle, the treasure box became increasingly fragile, then suddenly burst with a loud pop.

A round object was revealed.

The strange hand reached out for it.

Mu Zha, somewhat anxious, blocked the hand with both of his own hands and on a whim opened his mouth, taking a deep breath towards the relics.

With a "gulp," the relics were swallowed by Mu Zha.

"..."

Mu Zha, who was gasping for air, stood there dumbfounded.

The strange hand also paused for a moment, then gradually disappeared.

"You'd even eat that thing, you are ruthless."

Ding Huan said: "This time, you've won."

Mu Zha looked stunned.

The Bodhisattva Guanyin, watching from the ground, slightly furrowed her brow.

"Listen."

The Bodhisattva Guanyin called to the spirit beast beside her.

Diting was adept at listening, capable of hearing all things. The Buddha sent it because he did not wish for the eighth World Venerable Relic to fall into Wanling Country's hands.

"That's not the real relic."

Diting said: "Ding Huan noticed before even I did."

Guanyin sighed: "Then where is the true relic?"

"Probably taken away by another little monk."

Diting answered: "A little monk in the temple is missing, and I can't hear his heartbeat; no idea why."

"That World Venerable doesn't want anyone to find his relics."

The Bodhisattva Guanyin replied: "It must be the relics themselves at work, concealing the little monk's whereabouts."

Diting nodded and said: "Then we need to find that little monk."

"He couldn't have gone far."

Guanyin turned around and headed toward the temple.

Above, some lights also wanted to descend, but they were blocked by the lights rising from the ground.

The lights interwove together, soon turning into the flames of battle.

Both Wanling Country and Lingshan had pinpointed the location of the World Venerable Relics.

Different lights flickered in the sky, an inevitable confrontation.

"Bodhisattva."

Walking into the temple, an Arhat asked Guanyin: "Who exactly is that World Venerable, what kind of power does he wield? Why do both the Buddha and Sun Wukong go to such lengths?"

"That World Venerable comes from beyond the Three Realms, with the grace of guiding the Buddha."

Guanyin replied: "Both the Buddha and Sun Wukong seek to gain that power from beyond the Three Realms."

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