novelapdf Chapter 113 Mystery
Chapter 113 Mystery
Chapter 114 Mystery
"The fairy's remains—"
Fan Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with an uncontrollable fervor.
The better the spiritual materials used in the 【Primordial Mirror of All Forms】, the higher the aptitude and the greater the potential of the created clone.
if----
If you were to put a genuine immortal corpse, a skeleton imbued with immortal spiritual energy, into the [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror]...
What kind of clone would be created in that case?
His talent is absolutely no less than Shen Feng's, and may even far surpass Shen Feng's, reaching an unbelievable level!
"This is a godsend."
"Tang Sanzang and his disciples have left. Sun Wukong has been driven away. Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing are protecting Tang Sanzang as he continues his journey west. Now, White Tiger Ridge is leaderless and is at its most vulnerable."
"That pile of immortal bones is now ownerless!"
If we act quickly enough, we have every chance to steal back that pile of bones.
"can not wait."
"If such top-grade spiritual materials are scattered outside, they will soon be targeted by other powerful demons passing by, or be corroded by the filth of heaven and earth, causing them to lose their spiritual essence."
Fan Yuan was extremely decisive in his actions.
Having decided to steal this immortal bone, there's no time to waste.
As the essence and blood merged into the depths of the sea of consciousness, hum!
The Primordial Mirror lights up again.
Fan Yuan didn't pause, and patted the storage bag at his waist.
Whoosh whoosh.
Several ordinary spiritual materials flew out.
"Freeze!"
Fan Yuan gave a low shout.
A moment later, the [Primordial Mirror of All Forms] rippled.
A gaunt Taoist priest in gray robes was left in a desolate mountain forest two thousand miles away from this place.
Without wasting any words, Fan Yuan issued the order directly.
"Go to White Tiger Ridge and retrieve that pile of immortal bones."
Under Fan Yuan's control, the gray-robed Taoist activated the "Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique," and his figure vanished without a trace in an instant.
Fan Yuan sat alone in the cave, his face pale from the loss of his essence and blood.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
Outside Qingmu Market, with the death of the White Bone Demon, the two long-lurking corpses suddenly lost their spiritual guidance.
The eerie green flames in their eyes gradually died out, eventually turning into two piles of decaying bones scattered among the grass. They had been waiting outside the market for several days, but they never saw Fan Yuan and Shen Feng arrive.
At the foot of the main peak of White Tiger Ridge, the surrounding mountains are rocked by collapses and ancient trees are broken. The air still carries a chilling, sharp aura of force.
Just half an hour ago, the Monkey King Sun Wukong defeated the White Bone Demon three times, completely shattering her true spirit. Now, Tang Sanzang and his disciples have parted ways and left, leaving behind only a desolate battlefield.
Amidst the pile of rubble, a cluster of bones lay silently.
rustle!
A man dressed in gray emerged from the shadows. His gray-clad clone knelt down in front of the skeleton and reached out to grab it.
"clang!"
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the bone, a dull thud of a cane striking the ground suddenly rang in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, the soil beneath the clone's feet rippled like water, and a hazy yellow mist rose up.
Emerging from the mist was a short old man, less than three feet tall, with white hair and beard, leaning on a wooden cane with a coiled dragon design.
"You brat, stop!"
The old man's voice was aged, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
The gray-robed clone paused, and without a word, his mid-stage Qi Refining spiritual power erupted instantly, his left hand gripping the white bones on the ground.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
The old man gently tapped the ground with his wooden cane.
"Certainly."
A powerful and unparalleled force of earth veins surged forth from the ground in an instant.
The gray-clad clone felt as heavy as Mount Tai, and the surrounding air seemed to have turned into hard iron.
Turn stone into steel! Draw a circle around yourself and imprison yourself!
The old man stroked his white beard, coldly looking at the clone imprisoned in place: "These are the remains of the Ghost Immortal Lady White Bone, who has been killed by the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. Such a calamity-bound object must be reported to the City God and the Heavenly Court for inspection. How dare you, a mere rogue cultivator, lay a finger on it?"
The clone was unable to move, and the earth's energy spread up his legs, turning him into a lifeless stone statue in the blink of an eye.
"Land God—"
Fan Yuan, far away in the underground cave, clenched his fists, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
He made a fatal, common-sense mistake!
In the original novel "Journey to the West", the Earth God and the Mountain God seem to be the lowest level beings in the entire pantheon of gods.
Their magical powers were weak, and they were not only bullied and forcibly conscripted by various demon kings, but whenever Sun Wukong encountered trouble, he only needed to slam his golden cudgel on the ground and chant a spell to bring them out, where they would be beaten or scolded.
This led Fan Yuan to subconsciously underestimate these grassroots deities.
But now, the harsh reality has dealt him a heavy blow.
The Earth God was indeed an ant that Sun Wukong could easily crush, but in front of Sun Wukong, who hadn't even touched the threshold of immortality, he was the absolute ruler of a region's ley lines!
Information about the Earth God flashed through Fan Yuan's mind.
They were all appointed by the Heavenly Court and possessed divine talismans.
Their duty is to protect the land and its people, and to record the good and evil in human affairs.
"I was careless."
Fan Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Previously, it was probably because the White Bone Demon was too ferocious that the Earth God was too scared to show his face.
Now that the White Bone Demon is dead, the Earth God has appeared.
"What a pity about that ghostly immortal's remains—"
A pang of heartache flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes, but he had no choice; his life was more important than the materials.
"We must be more cautious in our actions from now on."
He secretly realized that since advancing to the Refining Spirit stage, he had first tried to obtain the Ginseng Fruit and then the White Bone Demon's skeleton, but had failed twice in a row. This bucket of cold water was just in time, and he finally saw that he had indeed been too confident lately.
The two failures completely suppressed the slight arrogance that had quietly grown after Fan Yuan advanced to the Refining God realm.
White Tiger Ridge.
With a wave of his sleeve, the Earth God's clone, a fossilized sculpture, shattered into dust and scattered in the wind. Then, he carefully collected the bones on the ground, and with a flick of his body, he prepared to merge into the earth.
"Your Excellency, please wait."
A voice came from behind.
The Earth God paused, dispelled his incantation, and turned around.
The newcomer was a thin, weasel-faced man wearing a half-new, half-old Buddhist robe, with a tuft of silver hair on his head.
Although dressed as a Buddhist, he was surrounded by an inescapable demonic aura.
"This humble monk is from Mount Sumeru, a Wind Inspector under the Bodhisattva Lingji." The silver-haired man stood with one palm raised, offering a slight greeting. His true form was a silver-haired sable that had attained enlightenment for many years.
The Earth God slightly raised his eyelids and cupped his hands in greeting: "So you are a messenger from under the Bodhisattva's throne. This old man greets you. May I ask what brings you here, messenger?"
The Wind Inspector stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the spot where the stone carving had shattered, and went straight to the point: "May I ask, Your Excellency, was there anything unusual about the ordeal at White Tiger Ridge? Also, in the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, there is a servant named Shen Feng. Your Excellency travels through the earth's veins year-round; have you ever seen this person?"
Upon hearing these two questions, the wrinkles on the Earth God's face seemed to deepen.
"You jest, sir," the Earth God said calmly. "This humble old man is of low rank and only responsible for tracing the veins of this small area. The matter of the demons on White Tiger Ridge is ordained by Heaven. This old man knows nothing of any abnormality. As for Wuzhuang Temple—"
He paused, his tone now carrying a hint of awe and distance: "That is the Daoist temple of Zhenyuan Daxian. Even if I had ten lives, I wouldn't dare to inquire about the affairs of the ancestor of earth immortals. If the envoy wishes to ask, he might as well personally go to Wanshou Mountain to deliver a letter of invitation."
The inspector frowned slightly, clearly disbelieving, and pressed further, "In recent times, have you seen any other suspicious individuals in the area under your jurisdiction?"
Upon hearing this, the Earth God chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "You jest, Your Excellency. This old man is usually very busy with official duties. There are countless cultivators coming and going in this area, like fish crossing a river. How could this old man possibly keep an eye on them and question them every day?"
He smiled outwardly, but inwardly he was groaning. This White Tiger Ridge was the place where he was destined for tribulation, and the White Bone Demon was the ghost immortal destined for that tribulation.
These days, he is afraid of getting involved in karma, and he doesn't even dare to probe his senses, let alone pay attention to any people from the past.
Having said that, the Earth God said no more, fearing that he would be dragged into this trouble as well.
With a flicker, he transformed into a wisp of yellow smoke and disappeared into the ground without a trace.
The Wind Inspector stood still, looking at the smooth soil, and snorted coldly.
He pinched the few sparse whiskers on his chin, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Some time ago, his avatar perished at the bottom of the Flowing Sand River, and not even a trace of his soul could escape. Bodhisattva Lingji repeatedly deduced the truth, but the result was still blank.
When the Bodhisattva returned, his expression was solemn. He only said one sentence: "The tribulation of the journey to the West is a predetermined fate agreed upon by both Buddhism and Taoism. I have already taken action to subdue the demon at Yellow Wind Ridge. We must not interfere further to avoid getting involved in unnecessary karma."
Therefore, he was sent down to the mortal realm by the Bodhisattva to investigate in secret.
Following the clues of the Samadhi Divine Wind, he arrived at Longevity Mountain. To his even greater surprise, he inadvertently discovered that a servant named Shen Feng from Wuzhuang Temple possessed the rudiments of the Samadhi Divine Wind within him.
He intended to take this person away, but was turned away at the Wuzhuang Temple.
He reported the matter to Bodhisattva Lingji.
On the journey to the West, the secrets of heaven are inherently chaotic, and even if unexpected events occur, not even the Bodhisattva's magical powers can glimpse them.
"This variable likely possesses a supreme innate treasure that conceals cause and effect," Bodhisattva Lingji finally concluded.
For this reason, the Bodhisattva strictly ordered him not to act rashly, but only to remain as a spy, continuing to lie in wait and observe along the necessary route for the journey to the West.
The wind inspector snapped out of his thoughts and looked up towards the west.
The group of Tang Sanzang and his disciples had already left White Tiger Ridge.
"A treasure that even Bodhisattvas couldn't deduce—" A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the Wind Patrol Envoy. No wonder the message sent by that avatar before its death was so blurry. Not to mention seeing the murderer's face clearly, even the figure that swept by before its death was just a scattered halo.
After a moment of contemplation, he turned and transformed into an invisible breeze, disappearing into the mountains and forests and vanishing into the distance.