FVN Chapter 151 Even Scrapped Drafts Can Be Eaten
Chapter 151 Even Scrapped Drafts Can Be Eaten
Chen Fan looked at his palm.
The gray powder was still falling.
The system notification sounded in my head.
[Prepared materials have been temporarily stored in the resource library.]
[Select timeframe: 24 hours.]
He lifted his foot.
Stepping on the path paved with powder.
The road surface is soft.
It felt like stepping into a pile of ashes.
Sun Wukong followed behind him.
The footsteps were very light.
"Are you really going to swallow it?" the monkey asked.
Chen Fan did not turn around.
"Things stored in the discard pile."
"They are all failed versions of me."
"You almost died there just now," the monkey said.
Chen Fan paused for a moment.
I turned to look at him.
"I almost died."
"That's how I found out."
"Me in those rejected drafts"
"They're all a little worse than me."
"But the lack isn't in ability."
"It's a choice."
He continued walking forward.
The system notification sounded again.
[Your selection is about to expire.]
[Should the rejected drafts be merged?]
Chen Fan stopped.
The piles of tattered scrolls on both sides of the road began to turn again.
The paper rustled.
Fifty faces of "Chen Fan" emerged from the black mist.
They all had their mouths open.
What do you want to say?
But it couldn't make a sound.
Chen Fan raised his right hand.
The number on the back of my hand is no longer visible.
Only a few gray marks remained on the skin.
"swallow."
When he uttered that word.
The entire layer of discarded drafts trembled.
The piles of tattered scrolls collapsed simultaneously.
The pages flew up.
It looked like it was being swept up by the wind.
But there is no wind here.
Only gray light.
The paper spun in the air.
They formed a huge vortex.
The center of the vortex was facing Chen Fan.
The system notification sound rang out.
[The process of absorbing discarded drafts has been initiated.]
[Rules being rewritten—]
[Original rule: Reclaim the losses.]
[New rule: Failed solutions will be included.]
Countless images flooded Chen Fan's mind.
All of them were failed choices.
The scene depicts a failed attempt to recruit the enemy.
A layout failure.
A scene depicting a failed battle.
Every scene shows him dying.
He was killed by Yang Jian.
He was sealed away by Guanyin.
They were struck down to ashes by the heavenly tribulation.
There are too many scenes.
It made his head throb with pain.
He gritted his teeth.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Hold on." Sun Wukong placed his hand on his shoulder.
The monkey's hands were very hot.
The heat flowed down his shoulders.
Cut down a portion of those images.
The system notification tone continues.
[New module activated.]
[Module 1: Failure Simulation]
[Effect: Can be used against any opponent's strategy.]
[Analyze possible scenarios that could lead to failure.]
Chen Fan opened his eyes.
The afterimages of those images still linger in my mind's eye.
But he could see clearly now.
See the commonalities in those images.
Every failed version of him.
They all died over the same problem—
Insufficient information.
The layout has flaws.
He can see those loopholes now.
Clearly.
[Module Two: Opponent's Strategy Rehearsal]
[Effect: Records the opponent's completed tactics.]
[Reverse engineering the proposed solution.]
Images of Yang Jian in battle flashed through Chen Fan's mind.
The angle of each slash with the three-pointed double-edged sword.
The trajectory of each step of movement.
Take everything apart.
Reconstruct into a complete tactical model.
He saw where Yang Jian's sword would land.
The moment you see him transform.
Before I saw his third eye open.
The detail of the forehead skin tightening first.
[Module 3: Rule Patch Simulation.]
[Effect: Addresses a vulnerability in existing rules.]
Generate a patch solution.
[Success rate varies depending on the holder's perception.]
The system notification sound hadn't stopped.
A new voice is breaking in.
It belongs to Tang Sanzang.
"Good."
Jin Chanzi stepped out from behind Chen Fan.
He was holding a roll of paper in his hand.
The paper was covered with words.
Every word is glowing.
Golden light.
"These are—" Tang Sanzang looked down at the roll of paper.
"A failed pilgrimage."
"Kujo."
"Every route eventually leads to Lingshan."
"But I am not the one who goes on the pilgrimage."
Chen Fan took the roll of paper.
The words on the paper began to dance.
He saw the first line.
Guanyin chose another person to be the one to retrieve the scriptures.
That person was swallowed by Sha Wujing when he reached the Flowing Sand River.
The second line.
The pilgrim married a woman in Gao Village.
The third line.
The pilgrims were burned to ashes at the Flaming Mountain.
Article 4.
Article 5.
Article 6.
The ending of each storyline is written as follows—
"The Heavenly Court intervened."
"Buddhist intervention."
"The pilgrimage to the West has failed."
The last line of text in the ninth line.
The ink was still wet.
It is written—
"The tenth reincarnation of Jin Chanzi".
His name was Chen Xuanzang.
"Personally selected by Guanyin."
"This is the only path to success."
Chen Fan gripped the rolled-up paper tightly.
The gold lettering on the paper shattered.
It was crushed into powder.
The powder floated up.
Reorganize.
Piece them together to form a map.
This is not a map of the westward route.
These are all the hidden agents of Buddhism throughout the world.
Lingshan.
Guanyin's.
Samantabhadra's.
Manjushri's.
All the hidden temples.
All the personnel that were placed there.
It's all on top.
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
"These layouts."
"I originally thought there was only one path: the pilgrimage to the West."
"There were actually nine alternatives."
"They're all operating covertly."
When he said that...
The sound was very flat.
But Chen Fan noticed that his fingertips were trembling.
This was the first time Jin Chanzi had shown such an expression.
It's not hatred.
It's cold.
"Cut off the tail," Chen Fan shouted.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings emerged from the black mist.
It's still the same.
One hand.
Half a body.
But the eyes were open.
Chen Fan threw the rest of the paper roll at him.
The pages flew into Yang Jian's chest, where the fragments of the manuscript lay.
The fragment of the text gave me a jolt.
The cracks on his body began to heal.
It's not fully healed yet.
The black gas no longer seeps out from the edges of those cracks.
The fragment took a breath.
"This is--"
"The old Heavenly Court's battle template," Chen Fan said.
"Back when you stormed the Heavenly Court."
"All the tactics we've used."
"They're all inside."
Yang Jian clenched his fist.
That hand can now clench tightly.
It's not like it used to be.
Strength leaks out between the fingers.
The goalkeeper's voice suddenly rang out.
It was very urgent.
"stop!"
"The discarded drafts layer isn't yours—"
He was only halfway through his sentence.
The sound stopped.
It felt like someone was choking me.
Chen Fan looked up.
I saw the gray light at the top of the tower begin to change color.
It changed from gray to dark red.
It then changed from dark red to orange.
Finally, it stopped at an indescribable color.
A line of text emerged from the light.
[Transfer of management authority over the rejected drafts layer.]
[Temporary Administrator Confirmation]
[Huaguo Mountain, Chen Fan.]
[Access Level: Seventh Tower, First Floor.]
[Identity Change Initiated]
The goalkeeper judge stumbled out of the black fog.
It fell to the ground.
The hood fell off.
His face was covered in wrinkles.
He stared at Chen Fan.
He opened his mouth several times before he could speak.
"you--"
How could you—
"The discarded draft layer is a shared resource for all towers."
You can't swallow it.
Chen Fan walked up to him.
Squat down.
"Then take it back."
The goalkeeper reached out his hand.
The palm faces the space of the discarded drafts.
Nothing happened.
Those piles of tattered scrolls are gone.
All that remained was a vast, empty blackness.
Chen Fan's reflection floated in the darkness.
Five reflections.
Not fifty.
The five reflections opened their eyes simultaneously.
There was a gray light in his eyes.
The goalkeeper withdrew his hand.
My hands are shaking.
"Lord Liu Yuan——"
"He knows."
He won't—
A sound suddenly came from the top of the tower.
It wasn't the sound of bells.
It's a human voice.
A very deep male voice.
It poured down from the top floor of the tower.
Pour it into the cultivation layer.
Pour in the discarded draft layer.
It poured into everyone's ears.
"Interview".
"Let's begin."
The voice paused for a moment.
Liu Yuan's voice.
Chen Fan had heard of this name before.
But this was the first time I heard him speak.
"The first match."
"Sun Wukong".
"Going on stage alone."
A platform rises from the center of the tower.
Stone platform.
The tabletop was covered with runes.
The runes became brighter and brighter.
The light made the entire layer of discarded drafts appear deathly white.
Sun Wukong glanced at Chen Fan.
The monkey grinned.
"It's my turn."
He lifted his foot and walked towards the platform.
I took three steps.
Look back.
"military adviser."
"Those failed versions of me."
"How many are there?"
Chen Fan was stunned for a moment.
"no."
"In the discarded drafts layer."
"There wasn't a single failed Sun Wukong."
The monkey laughed.
He laughed, revealing his fangs.
"That's right."
He jumped onto the platform.
The light from the runes swallowed his figure.
End of chapter.
The stone surface of the platform began to sink.
Sun Wukong stood on it.
It's falling.
It plunged deeper into the tower.
Liu Yuan's voice rang out again.
This time.
The sound was very soft.
It was as if they were whispering in my ear.
"Chen Fan".
"You swallowed my drafts."
"very good."
"Next game."
"It's you."
Chapter 429 First Trial of Sun Wukong
The formal trial area has opened.
It's not a door.
The tower wall split open from the middle.
The crack looked like it had been made by some sharp weapon.
Debris was still falling off the edges.
It was all white inside.
White light.
The kind that's blindingly bright.
When Sun Wukong was pushed in.
The shackles suddenly tightened.
The chain dug into his wrist.
The smell of burnt hair wafted out.
"High-risk out-of-control sample".
The sound came from above.
Liu Yuan stood on a high place.
Three runes were under his feet.
The runes glowed.
Descending.
It covered Sun Wukong.
"Number 001".
His original name was Sun Wukong.
"The charge—"
He paused for a moment.
He turned the pages of the jade book in his hand.
"Article 1."
"Havoc in Heaven".
On the page of the jade book that has been turned.
The numbers were written down in dense, detailed strokes.
Peaches.
Elixir of immortality.
Imperial wine.
The number of damaged heavenly soldiers.
Each line has a red circle drawn after it.
"Article Two."
Liu Yuan turned another page.
"Disrupt the pilgrimage plan."
"Leaving the team three times."
"He killed Tang Sanzang twice."
"Burn the travel documents in one go."
He stood the jade book upright.
So that even those in the audience who can't see it can see it.
Article 3.
"To establish a separate faction."
"Gathering troops at Huaguo Mountain".
"Self-proclaimed—"
He didn't finish speaking.
Sun Wukong laughed.
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"I chose this name myself."
"You're pronouncing it incorrectly."
"The words 'Great Sage' should be pronounced with emphasis."
The shackles tightened again.
Sun Wukong's fingers had begun to turn purple.
But he remained standing.
Keep your back straight.
"These three."
"I accept it all."
Liu Yuan's lips twitched.
He was about to speak.
A hand rests on Sun Wukong's shoulder.
Chen Fan.
"Wait a minute."
He looked at Liu Yuan.
"Approval is possible."
"What are you going to interrogate?"
"We need to make this clear first."
Liu Yuan narrowed his eyes.
"The old case is clear."
"No further explanation needed."
Chen Fan ignored him.
He pulled a roll of paper from his sleeve.
Unfold.
The paper is very long.
Drag it on the ground.
The paper was covered with a dense array of questions.
"Article 1."
"Before the havoc in Heaven."
"What did the Heavenly Court do first?"
The paper was blown up by the wind.
The second line of text is revealed.
Who were invited to the Peach Banquet?
Why didn't they invite Sun Wukong?
"I forgot."
"Or on purpose?"
Liu Yuan gripped the jade book tightly with his fingers.
"This is related to this case—"
"Of course it's relevant."
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"If you didn't plan to invite them in the first place."
"That's deliberate humiliation."
"If it's because I forgot—"
He looked at Sun Wukong.
"Who is in charge of managing the Peach Garden?"
Sun Wukong grinned.
"Queen Mother".
"She has a bad memory."
"But the list of three thousand guests."
Not a single one was missed.
The sound came from all around.
It's very light.
It sounded like someone was laughing.
But the faces are not clearly visible.
In the white light of the trial area.
Shadows began to appear.
Layer upon layer.
Standing on the outer layer.
"Article Two."
Chen Fan turned to another page.
"The Journey to the West".
"They say Sun Wukong sabotaged the journey to the West."
"Then what is the pilgrimage to the West?"
"The road that must be taken."
"It's still the path I chose."
Liu Yuan did not answer.
Chen Fan answered for him.
"If it's the path you chose."
"Are we going or not?"
"He decides for himself."
"If it's absolutely necessary—"
He paused.
"Then it wouldn't be called a pilgrimage."
"Send them in as escorts."
Tang Sanzang stood up from the side.
He was holding a stack of papers in his hand.
Every single one was covered in writing.
"This is the complete route map of the journey to the West."
He spread the paper out.
There are seventeen in total.
"Every road."
"I chose them all."
"Sun Wukong never once went back the way he came."
"The monster he killed."
"The White Bone Demon ate people in five villages."
"Red Boy burned down three cities."
"The Yellow-Robed Monster kidnapped the princess of Baoxiang Kingdom."
"Every battle."
"He was always the one who stood in front."
The sound stopped.
Tang Sanzang raised his head.
Their eyes are very bright.
"The pilgrimage to the West is not the only way to save the world."
"He won't come with me."
"It does not mean the end of the world."
Liu Yuan's face twitched.
The third rune suddenly went dark.
He raised his hand.
I want to light it up again.
The rune flashed twice.
It's dead again.
Article 3.
Chen Fan's voice was very calm.
"Gathering troops at Huaguo Mountain".
He proclaimed himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
"What did the Heavenly Court bestow upon him back then?"
"弼马温" (Bima Wen).
"A low-ranking official position."
"It doesn't even have a grade."
Why is this being sealed off?
The pages are turned.
This time it wasn't the paper in Chen Fan's hand.
The entire tower was resounding.
The discarded draft layer.
Test layer.
Original page.
All the sealed pages are being turned over.
The sound was like heavy rain hitting a sheet of metal.
A beam of light shone down from the top of the tower.
Fragments floated in the light.
Each piece was burnt to a golden brown.
The edges were burned.
Yang Jian, with his tail severed, emerged from the corner.
He was holding a roll of something in his hand.
It was sealed with tape on the outside.
The seal bears the seal of the Heavenly Court.
"Documents of the Old Heavenly Court's Suppression".
His voice was hoarse.
"The original document."
"Keep only this one copy."
The seal cracked.
The scroll is unrolled.
There's a map drawn on it.
Twenty-eight points were marked.
Each point has a note next to it.
"Lure the enemy."
"Three out of three, one missing."
"A gap left on purpose."
The last point.
It was painted on Flower and Fruit Mountain.
The note only has two words.
"Total annihilation."
Yang Jian handed over the incomplete manuscript.
"I wasn't the one leading the troops back then."
"But I stamped it."
He brushed the hair from his forehead.
It revealed its severed tail.
"This one."
"It was during that encirclement and suppression campaign that it was cut off."
"I owe him."
The fragments fell onto the platform.
They encountered Sun Wukong's shackles.
The shackles began to rattle.
It's not about tightening.
It is loose.
The shadows in the outer gallery grew denser.
People were whispering to each other.
The sound was very mixed.
But I could make out a few words.
"Luring the enemy to enforce the law."
"Violation of regulations".
"then--"
Liu Yuan's jade book began to shake.
It wasn't because his hands were shaking.
The jade book was turning the pages by itself.
Turn to the blank page.
Words began to appear above.
They popped out one line at a time.
"The legality of the trial is questionable."
Please provide the original evidence.
If not.
The words stopped.
The last four words.
It's written in a very large volume.
"Retrial dismissed."
Liu Yuan closed the jade book.
The sound was very loud.
He raised his head.
Looking at Chen Fan.
Suddenly I laughed.
"What do you think?"
"Is that enough?"
He pulled something out of his sleeve.
Very small.
gold.
It's a hoop.
The hoop was covered with scriptures.
The words shone in the light.
"Tighten the reins on the source file."
He placed the golden hoop on the platform.
"This was personally crafted by the Buddha himself."
"It's stored inside."
"When Sun Wukong first wore it."
"Every promise made."
"He said."
"willing."
"If he doesn't want to."
"Let him admit it."
The golden hoop began to glow.
A shadow emerged from the light.
It's very blurry.
But the outline is still visible.
It's Tang Sanzang.
Standing at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.
He held a golden hoop in his hand.
And it's pressed down from the bottom of the mountain.
It's not Sun Wukong.
It was a stone monkey that had not yet taken human form.
The sizes don't match.
Chen Fan clenched his fingers.
The scene inside the golden headband was still spinning.
Switch to another section.
It's still Wuxing Mountain.
The stone monkey has cracked open.
Sun Wukong is revealed inside.
But on his head.
There is no golden headband.
The golden headband was in Tang Sanzang's hands.
It hasn't been given out yet.
Liu Yuan's smile froze on his face.
#Chapter 430 Tightening the Source File
Liu Yuan pointed his finger in the air.
A screen of light unfolded.
It was covered with runes.
The four large characters at the top of the rune are "Tightening the Source File".
"This is the archive from the Western Paradise."
Liu Yuan lowered his voice.
"Sun Wukong was born a stone monkey, and his temperament was wild and he needed to be forcibly restrained."
"The 'tightening band' is not punishment, but protection."
He made a swipe with his finger.
Lines of clauses appeared in the source file.
Article 1: The person under the spell must obey the instructions of the one who holds the spell.
Article 2: The mantra holder may recite the Tightening Spell as appropriate.
Article 3—
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
The third point is written very vaguely.
"The one who chants the mantra can guide the mind of the person under the spell, depending on the actual situation."
He pointed to that one.
"Mindset guidance?"
What do these four characters mean?
Liu Yuan hadn't spoken yet.
Another voice rang out from the judge's table.
"That means..."
"I can make him feel pain."
"It can also make him forget."
Everyone turned their heads.
Tang Sanzang stood up.
His hands still had traces of light from the image of the golden headband.
"Back then, at the foot of Five Elements Mountain."
"Guanyin gave this to me."
"tell me."
"This monkey is unruly."
"If he resists, then chant the incantation."
Tang Sanzang's voice was very flat.
"But I don't know."
"There's more to the spell."
He raised his hand and pointed to the third one.
"Mindset guidance".
"I studied for fourteen years."
"I never knew."
"Each incantation is suppressing his memories."
The judge's table was completely silent.
The gray-robed sutra-observing man suddenly reached out his hand.
He pressed the source file.
The runes began to flip.
The small print underneath is visible.
The words were very small.
But it's still visible.
"The scope of mindset guidance includes—"
"Short-term memory suppression."
"Intervention for emotional fluctuations"
"The spirit of rebellion has weakened."
"If used continuously for more than ten years."
"It can create permanent cognitive limitations."
The gray-robed sutra reader raised his head.
"This is not part of normal regulation."
"This is a renovation."
"Illegal."
The voice just fell.
The runes around the judging platform lit up simultaneously.
The outer recorder pressed his finger on the jade slip.
His face turned pale.
Because the words on the jade slip are being automatically engraved.
He can't delete it.
Every single one is there.
This includes the definition of "mindset guidance".
Includes the word "illegal".
Guanyin suddenly stood up.
"The source file is just a draft."
"It was not ultimately implemented—"
"Shut up."
Sun Wukong spoke.
He jumped off the judge's table.
He reached his hand into his forehead.
The knuckles are embedded.
Pull it outwards.
Everyone heard the tearing sound.
It wasn't a tear in the skin or flesh.
It's a breakdown of the rules.
A very thin golden light was drawn out from between his eyebrows.
The light contained fragments of broken runes.
The runes were still wriggling.
Like a living thing.
Sun Wukong threw the beam of light onto the center of the judging panel.
"This is what the tight band left behind."
"It has been hidden in my mind for thirteen hundred years."
Golden light spread out.
The runes inside were revealed one by one.
"Memory suppression: thirteen years."
"Emotional Intervention: Thirteen Years"
"Cognitive Limitation: Permanent"
The last line is smaller.
"The executor: the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi."
Tang Sanzang looked at the line of text.
He didn't look away.
He simply gripped the corner of the robe tightly with his fingers.
"I have no idea."
"They didn't tell me."
Fourteen years.
"I thought I was just managing a disobedient monkey."
Above the judge's table.
Liu Yuan's face froze in the light screen.
His finger was still pointing at the source file.
But now all the terms in the source file are being flipped.
Each one is reversed.
The contents on the back are revealed.
The first clause on the back reads: "The one who chants the spell can unilaterally determine whether the person under the spell is resisting."
The second line on the back reads: "The pain limit of the headband is unlimited; it can be continuously stacked."
The third line on the reverse reads: "The ultimate goal of mindset guidance is to cultivate obedience."
Guanyin's voice came from another light screen.
"These are all necessary measures to ensure the success of the pilgrimage."
"necessary?"
The gray-robed sutra-reading man interrupted her.
"Excuse me."
Which essential property supports the concept of permanent cognitive limitation?
"The journey to the West lasted only fourteen years."
"Why is there a permanent clause?"
Guanyin remained silent.
The jade slip of the outer recorder is still being engraved.
They were carving faster and faster.
The entire judging table began to shake.
Chen Fan looked at Liu Yuan.
"You said Sun Wukong is an out-of-control sample."
"Mandatory constraints are needed."
"The source file is here now."
"It contains mandatory constraints."
"Or is it mandatory renovation?"
Liu Yuan remained silent.
His finger was still on the source file.
But those runes have already begun to crumble.
It was not destroyed by external forces.
It disintegrated on its own.
Because after the underlying terms were exposed.
All definitions of legitimacy from the upper levels are no longer valid.
The words "out-of-control sample" flashed on the screen.
It flashed three times.
It will disappear automatically.
The inscriptions on the official jade slip were recorded at the same time.
The top line of text appeared—
"Sun Wukong".
"Non-out-of-control samples".
"The original judgment is overturned."
Sun Wukong stood before the judging panel.
The last rays of light from the golden headband on his head completely dissipated.
Instead, a new mark was left.
It's not the golden hoop.
He engraved it himself using the new rules.
One word.
"just."
Liu Yuan's voice finally rang out.
It's very light.
"it is good."
"very good."
He raised his hand.
He pointed his finger at Chen Fan.
"Explain the matter of the tight band clearly."
"Now let's talk about the second thing."
"Chen Fan".
"How did you get your system?"
Chen Fan's palm tightened.
"No moral system."
"It wasn't distributed by the Heavenly Court."
"It wasn't approved by the Buddhist community."
"Where did you get it from?"
Liu Yuan's eyes magnified in the light screen.
"All systems must be audited."
"your."
"No review record."
"No registration number."
"No source."
"This is illegal."
The last word fell.
The runes around the judging platform all turned red.
It's not a warning red.
It's the red color of a wanted poster.
The outer recorder's finger stopped on the jade slip.
He dared not carve anymore.
Because of this shade of red.
He had never seen it before.
This is the highest level of alert for the Taiwan review process.
This means that someone has crossed the line.
The bottom line is—
The origin of the system.
Chen Fan clenched his fist.
The gray powder in my palm had all leaked out.
But there's something else in my palm.
It is not powder.
It is a number.
Those failed projections in the discarded draft layer just now.
Each hand has a number on the back.
His number is about to disappear.
But it hasn't completely disappeared yet.
Liu Yuan's gaze fell on the back of his hand.
"That number."
"You got it from the discard pile."
"Yes or no?"
Chapter 431 Investigating the System Source
Liu Yuan's fingers hovered above the back of Chen Fan's hand.
I didn't encounter it.
But you can feel the temperature when you're close enough.
"That number."
He repeated it again.
"You got it from the scrap paper layer."
"Yes or no?"
The red light above the judge's table was still spinning.
Round and round.
It made everyone's faces appear dark.
Chen Fan didn't look at the back of his hand.
He stared into Liu Yuan's eyes.
"Got it."
"What's wrong?"
Liu Yuan withdrew his finger.
He turned and walked towards the center of the judging panel.
The gray-robed sutra reader remained standing in the same spot.
The bamboo scroll in his hand was spread out.
But the words on it have all changed.
It turned into a series of numbers.
I've seen all of these in the drafts section.
"Outer layer restriction."
Liu Yuan stopped in his tracks.
"Clearly stipulated."
"No unaudited external plugins may be loaded into any testing environment."
He turned his head.
"Your system."
"It does not belong to any category of records within the tower."
"It is not an original module from the experimental field either."
"Where did it come from?"
The words fell.
Runes lit up on all four sides of the judging platform.
Every rune was shining on Chen Fan.
It looks like it's scanning something.
The gray-robed sutra reader raised his hand.
The bamboo slips flew up.
Suspended in mid-air.
Please answer.
His voice was flat.
"System source".
"Submit to audit."
Chen Fan felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand.
That number is still there.
But it's already starting to get blurry.
It felt like something was pushing it out.
He raised his head.
You said my system is an external plugin.
"Is there any evidence?"
Liu Yuan smiled.
"You know it yourself."
"Those failed projections in the discarded draft layer."
Each one has a number.
"And you—"
He pointed to the back of Chen Fan's hand.
"I got it too."
"That number is a unique marker for the discarded drafts."
"Only non-standard modules are recorded by the system."
"Only then will this type of number be generated."
"Your system."
"It's one of them."
People in the audience began turning the pages of their books.
The sound was fragmented.
Like a mouse gnawing on wood.
Chen Fan turned his hand over.
Only a trace of the serial number remains.
You can't see it at all unless you look closely.
"Failed projections in the discarded draft layer."
"They do indeed all have serial numbers."
He lowered his hand.
"But that number."
"It's not what you think."
The gray-robed scholar looked up.
"What is that?"
Chen Fan took half a step forward.
The runes above the judging table moved with him.
"My system."
"It wasn't built outside the tower."
"It was generated inside the experimental field."
"Because the experiment requires it."
"Born in response to the times."
Liu Yuan frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"The rules of the experimental field."
Chen Fan spoke very slowly.
You should know better than I do.
"After a single route becomes a monopoly."
"There will be deviations."
"The deviation accumulates to a certain extent."
"It will trigger automatic correction."
He raised his right hand.
Open your palm.
There was nothing inside.
But everyone saw it.
Above his palm.
A small patch of space is distorted.
"My system."
"That's the calibrator."
"It's called an amoral system."
"But in essence."
"It's a hedging tool."
The gray-robed scholar tapped his finger on the bamboo slip.
The bamboo slips turned to a new page.
The original text of each rule is displayed above.
"Outer layer rules".
"The Seventh Tower Dungeon"
Article 9.
He read very slowly.
"Allowing the experimental field to operate under extreme deviations."
"Generate a temporary corrector."
"The premise is—"
He looked at Chen Fan.
"All operations of the calibrator."
"It can be fully recorded by the audit chain."
Liu Yuan's expression changed.
"The Amitabha Sutra".
"What do you mean?"
The gray-robed scholar closed the bamboo slips.
"His system."
"Within the audit chain."
"It's on record."
The hearing panel suddenly fell silent.
The sound of turning pages in the audience all stopped.
Liu Yuan stared intently at the gray-robed sutra reader.
"Have you checked?"
"Just now."
The gray-robed sutra reader pointed to the red light.
"The moment the alarm was triggered."
"The outer audit chain automatically traced his system."
"All operation records".
"They're all on the blockchain."
"Nothing is missing."
"No abnormalities found."
He paused.
"Meets the definition of a temporary corrector."
Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't show it on his face.
He simply pulled his hand back.
The distorted space also disappeared.
Liu Yuan had his hands behind his back.
My fingers turned white from squeezing so hard.
"it is good."
Even if it's a calibrator.
"What about its core modules?"
"What algorithm?"
"What kind of logic is that?"
"I want to see the system core."
As soon as those words were spoken...
The runes around the judging platform suddenly dimmed by half.
The gray-robed sutra reader remained silent.
He just looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan knew he couldn't avoid this question.
But he wasn't prepared to hide.
"You need to see my system core."
"Can."
He walked forward.
They walked all the way to the center of the judging panel.
He stood face to face with Liu Yuan.
They were less than two steps apart.
"But there's a condition."
Liu Yuan narrowed his eyes.
"What are the conditions?"
Chen Fan raised his hand.
He pointed directly above the judging panel.
There was an even larger red light there.
A silhouette could be vaguely seen in the red light.
It is the shape of a tower.
The shape of the seventh tower.
"The Seventh Tower".
"There are three main towers."
"Every tower."
"They all have a core module."
He withdrew his hand.
Pointing at Liu Yuan.
"Your tower."
It is one of the main towers of the Seventh Tower.
"Your tower core."
"Are you going to go public with yours too?"
Liu Yuan's face darkened completely.
"What did you say?"
I've made myself very clear.
Chen Fan's voice was not loud.
But every word was heard throughout the courtroom.
"You need to see my system core."
"Can."
"In exchange."
"You put the backend module of the Seventh Tower's main tower."
"Show it to everyone."
"Fair trade".
"Dare you?"
The audience suddenly erupted in chaos.
The high-ranking officials in black robes began to whisper among themselves.
The sound was very chaotic.
Someone is going through the records.
People were arguing in hushed tones.
The gray-robed sutra reader stood to the side.
The bamboo slips in my hand turned automatically.
Every page records this conversation.
Liu Yuan's fingers clenched even tighter.
The knuckles are turning white.
He didn't speak.
Chen Fan didn't urge him.
Just standing there.
About ten breaths passed.
Liu Yuan released his grip.
"The backend module of the Seventh Tower".
"This cannot be made public."
"That's the rule."
"oh."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Your things cannot be made public."
"My things must be made public."
"That's the rule."
"Did you make this decision?"
He turned to look at the audience seats.
"Did you two book it together?"
The noise from the audience immediately stopped.
No one dared to speak.
Chen Fan turned back.
Looking at Liu Yuan.
"Since the Seventh Tower also has modules that cannot be made public."
"Then my system."
"Is it possible to retain the core as well?"
The gray-robed sutra-observing man suddenly raised his hand.
The bamboo slips hovered in mid-air.
"According to the law."
"Seventh Tower Main Management Tower Backend Module"
"This is classified as a top-secret information."
"We do not accept public audits."
Chen Fan seized upon this sentence.
"so."
"Both sides are involved in modules that cannot be disclosed."
"Then my system."
"They shouldn't be subject to separate scrutiny."
The gray-robed scholar remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
"Reasonable."
People in the audience began taking notes.
The pen tip moved quickly across the paper.
Someone is writing—
Both parties are involved in modules that cannot be disclosed.
"Single trial is invalid."
"Initiating a two-way due diligence process."
Liu Yuan stared at Chen Fan.
His eyes were filled with resentment.
But he didn't say anything more.
Because he knew.
The gray-robed sutra-observing man uttered the word "reasonable".
That was settled.
The red runes above the judge's table began to fade.
The red light was also fading.
But just when everyone thought it was over.
The tower suddenly shook.
It wasn't a normal vibration.
It starts from the foundation and goes up.
The entire Seventh Tower was shaking.
The bamboo slips in the gray-robed sutra reader's hand fell to the ground.
He looked down at the soles of his feet.
A crack appeared on the stone surface.
Golden light shone through the crack.
It's not ordinary light.
It is the light of the trial layer.
The second layer of light.
Chen Fan suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.
He looked down.
That number has been completely lost.
Instead.
It's four characters—
"The second layer."
"Trial".
"Activate".
Chapter 432, Second Floor: Old Identity Recycling Ground
The ground cracked.
This is not an ordinary crack.
It collapses from the feet down.
The entire judging platform looked as if its foundation had been removed.
Chen Fan only had time to grab Sun Wukong's arm.
Then the feeling of weightlessness comes.
It wasn't a fall.
It was as if someone dragged me into another space.
I could hear the wind in my ears.
The sound of pages turning was mixed in.
Very dense.
It's like someone is flipping through a book quickly.
The scene before my eyes changed three times.
It turned to ash for the first time.
It turned white a second time.
The third time—
Chen Fan landed on both feet.
The ground is mirrored.
It was reflected on the ceiling.
A line of text scrolled across the ceiling.
The lettering is gold.
They popped out one by one.
"Old Identity Recycling Center"
"Rule: Return to the original setting."
"Those who violate this rule will be deemed to be acting abnormally."
Chen Fan looked down at his feet.
There is no reflection of myself in the mirror.
There was only one piece of paper.
It was written on the paper—
"Chen Fan, male, transmigrator, strategist of Huaguo Mountain."
The text is flashing.
It flashed three times.
An extra line of red text appeared after that.
Original setting: a servant who feeds fruit at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
"Current identity does not match."
"Pending recycling".
Sun Wukong stood three steps away.
There was also a piece of paper at his feet.
It says "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven" on it.
The red text then jumped out.
Original concept: The Victorious Fighting Buddha who protects the Dharma on the journey to the West.
"Severe mismatch".
"Pending recycling".
Tang Sanzang's writing was even longer.
"Holy monk, the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, the pilgrim on the journey to the West."
The red text covered the entire sheet of paper.
Original setting: Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Buddha.
"Current behavioral deviation: 87%"
"Mandatory recycling is required."
The paper on which Yang Jian's fragments are written is the strangest.
There was only half a character on the paper.
"The God of Justice——Fragments."
The red lettering spread along the edges of the paper.
Original setting: God of Justice and War in Heaven, a righteous god listed in the Investiture of the Gods.
Current status: Broken and rebellious.
"To be destroyed."
The words on the wall are still scrolling.
This time it's about the rules.
"First: Everyone returns to their original identities."
"Second: Those who refuse will be stripped of their existing power."
"Third: Those that have been stripped three times are classified as discarded drafts."
Tang Sanzang made the first move.
He took a step forward.
The paper beneath my feet suddenly stood up.
Like a wall.
A figure emerges from the paper.
Wearing a kasaya.
Holding a tin staff.
His face was kind.
It is the model of the holy monk.
The shadow spoke.
His voice was exactly the same as Tang Sanzang's.
"Jin Chanzi"
"You have strayed from the right path of seeking the scriptures."
"Return to your positions now."
Tang Sanzang did not retreat.
He raised his hand.
The prayer beads on my hand broke.
The beads rolled all over the ground.
"I am not Jin Chanzi."
"I am Tang Sanzang."
"Tang Sanzang who emerged from the White Bone Cave."
The shadow on the paper wall shattered.
But before it breaks.
It emitted a beam of light.
The light shone on Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang let out a muffled groan.
A hole was burned into the cassock.
Blood seeped from the hole.
The situation was even worse for Sun Wukong.
The paper beneath his feet stood up.
The shadow on the paper is the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
Wearing a golden headband.
He was wearing a kasaya (Buddhist robe).
He held the golden cudgel in his hand.
But that golden cudgel is straight.
It's as straight as a Zen staff.
"Sun Wukong".
"You have betrayed Buddhism."
"Hand over the golden cudgel."
The monkey laughed.
"You want this?"
He slammed the golden cudgel into the ground.
The stick got thicker.
It tore the paper apart.
The paper was shredded into pieces.
But each piece floated in the air.
Form a circle.
More figures are emerging in the industry.
They are all the Victorious Fighting Buddhas.
Some are young.
Some are old.
Some of the gold hoops were embedded in the flesh.
Some of the golden hoops were half broken.
All the shadows opened their mouths at the same time.
"You are not Sun Wukong."
"You are not."
"You are not."
The sounds overlapped.
The shaking caused the mirror-like floor to crack.
The fragment of Yang Jian's writings remained untouched.
But the shadow at his feet moved on its own.
That template of the God of Justice.
It emerged from the paper.
All three eyes were open.
He held a real three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand.
It's not the kind of illusory image found in fragments.
It's true.
"Yang Jian".
"His name is still on the Investiture of the Gods list."
"You can't escape."
Yang Jian raised his head as he read the incomplete scroll.
His third eye split open.
There was no light inside.
Only blood.
"That name."
"I don't want it anymore."
"Take it back."
He finally revealed his true colors.
It's not that calm, fragmented piece.
He was a defeated general, covered in wounds.
The third eye on his forehead was bleeding.
It flowed onto the mirror surface.
The paper that read "God of Justice" was burned through.
Chen Fan took a deep breath.
The paper beneath his feet hadn't yet stood up.
But the red writing on the paper grew brighter and brighter.
The words "to be recycled" are displayed.
It has now become "mandatory recycling".
A system notification sounded.
【warn.】
[Host identity deviation detected: 100%]
[Original setting: A servant feeding fruit and doing odd jobs at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.]
[Current identity: Military Advisor of Huaguo Mountain, First Candidate for the Seventh Tower.]
[Judgment: An extreme anomaly exists.]
[Initiate forced recycling process.]
The paper stood up.
Not one.
It is on all four sides.
Four sheets of paper form a cage.
A person appeared in the cage.
Wearing tattered clothes.
Holding wild fruit in his hands.
The man looked up.
Chen Fan saw his own face.
The self beneath Wuzhi Mountain.
Chen Fan, who has been feeding the fruit for a hundred years.
The shadow spoke.
The sound was very soft.
So light it was like talking in a dream.
You've changed.
"You think you've become a strategist."
"Isn't it the one who feeds the fruit?"
Chen Fan clenched his fist.
The fingernails dug into the palm.
pain.
It's true.
"I haven't forgotten."
"I have never forgotten."
The shadow laughed.
He smiled calmly.
"Then do you dare?"
"Acknowledge that identity."
"Just a part of you?"
The paper cage began to shrink.
The shadow moves forward.
Every step taken.
Chen Fan felt his body become heavier.
It's not a heavy weight that's being pressed down.
It sinks from the bones outwards.
That familiar feeling is back.
A hundred years of powerlessness.
A hundred years of repetition.
a hundred years.
They can only be fed fruit each day.
Look into Sun Wukong's eyes.
But there was nothing they could do.
The system notification sounded again.
[Rules and instructions.]
[Special mechanism for this level: Destroy any old identity template.]
[You may obtain the right to use this template.]
[This template can be shared with others.]
[Currently destroyable targets:]
【1. The Holy Monk Template (Tang Sanzang)】
2. The Victorious Fighting Buddha (Sun Wukong)
【3. The God of Justice Template (Yang Jian Fragment)】
【4. Mountain Dweller Template (Chen Fan)】
[Warning: Destroying must be done at the source point.]
[The source point is a projection of the place where the identity was born.]
Chen Fan looked up.
Outside the paper cage.
Sun Wukong was being besieged by the shadows of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
One of the golden cudgels was broken.
Another one popped up.
Endless.
Tang Sanzang's cassock had already been burned with seven or eight holes.
But he kept walking forward.
Walk toward the shadow of the holy monk in the paper wall.
The Heavenly Eye in Yang Jian's fragmented text completely cracked.
Blood was streaming down his face.
But his knife didn't stop.
Slashing away at the template of that judicial war god, one cut at a time.
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze.
Looking at myself in front of him, feeding him fruit.
"Your origin."
"Where?"
The shadow raised its hand.
Pointing to the ground.
The mirrored floor suddenly became transparent.
Chen Fan saw that there was another space below.
It is a mountain.
Wuzhishan.
There is a person at the foot of the mountain.
He was looking up at the stone monkey that was trapped under the mountain.
Holding wild fruit in his hands.
That's him.
He was a hundred years ago.
"Get out of here."
"The shadow said."
"If you really haven't forgotten."
"Let's go there."
"personally."
"That version of yourself."
"Release them."
A door tore open in the paper cage.
There were steps leading down from the doorway.
At the end of the steps.
The projection of Wuzhi Mountain.
It was standing quietly.
Chen Fan stepped onto the first step.
Behind.
Sun Wukong shouted.
"Chen Fan!"
Chen Fan did not turn around.
He went down.
Every step taken.
The weight on your back will be lighter.
But the weight in my heart.
It's getting worse.
After climbing all the steps.
He stood before the Five Finger Mountain.
The young man who fed the fruit.
Turn around.
Chapter 433 The Self Who Killed First
The young man turned around.
face.
It was Chen Fan's own face.
But younger.
She's also thinner.
The eye sockets are sunken.
Prominent cheekbones.
He was wearing a short, dark blue cloth coat.
The cuffs were frayed.
My fingers are covered in cracks.
The cracks were filled with mountain mud.
He looked at Chen Fan.
His eyes were calm.
It wasn't the kind of calm that was feigned.
She has truly admitted it.
"You've arrived."
The old identity spoke.
His voice was dry and hoarse.
Like I haven't drunk water in a long time.
"Come kill me?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
There was no answer yet regarding the old identity.
He turned around.
Keep squatting down.
He groped around on the ground with his hands.
I found a wild fruit.
The skin is already wrinkled.
He tucked it into his clothes.
"We'll have to feed them for another hundred years."
"I won't feed them."
"It will get hungry."
"It's hungry."
"The mountain will press down."
He spoke very calmly.
It's as if it's saying the weather is nice today.
Chen Fan looked at him.
"You are no longer here."
"The Five Finger Mountain has been breached."
"Sun Wukong has left too."
The hand of the person with the old identity stopped.
Wild berries fell to the ground.
It rolled twice.
He picked it up.
He continued to stuff it into his arms.
"Gone?"
"Then why am I still here?"
He raised his head.
There was no light in his eyes.
"I know what you're here for."
You want me to disappear.
"But I won't disappear."
"What can you do about it?"
The old identity stands up.
He was half a head shorter than Chen Fan.
She was as thin as a sheet of paper.
"Accepting your fate is enough to live."
"I don't acknowledge it."
"They must die."
Which one do you choose?
He stretched out his hand.
She handed the wild fruit from her palm to Chen Fan.
"Take it."
"Feed me too."
"Feed for a hundred years."
"I can live another hundred years."
"I won't feed them."
"It's gone now."
Chen Fan looked at that hand.
The crevices under my fingernails were full of dirt.
Large knuckles.
It was dug out by constantly picking at the cracks in the rocks.
He recalled the year 100.
I squat at the foot of the mountain every day.
Wait for the fruit to fall.
Pick it up.
Stuff it into the crack in the rock.
Hairy fingers peeked out from the crack.
Take it.
finished eating.
Wait until the next day.
day to day.
Year after year.
"Those hundred years."
"What did you get in return?"
Chen Fan asked.
The old identity paused for a moment.
"In exchange, I was able to live."
"Is just being alive enough?"
That's enough.
"Then why?"
"Is the Buddha still using you as material?"
The old identity's hand trembled slightly.
The wild fruit almost fell down.
"Those projections in the discarded draft layer."
"You saw it all."
"Every Chen Fan who accepts his fate."
"What was it ultimately used for?"
Chen Fan's voice was very flat.
There were no ups and downs.
"The first one."
"Remove the spiritual root."
"The second one."
"Squeeze every last drop of life force out of you."
"The third one."
"To refine the elixir."
"The fourth one."
"Feed the Dharma Protector."
"This is the fate I've accepted."
The old identity's fingers tightened.
The knuckles made a cracking sound.
"You're talking nonsense."
"I'm not lying."
"See for yourself."
Chen Fan raised his hand.
The system interface expands.
It is not a library of success stories.
It is a failed resource library.
On the gray light screen.
A screen lit up.
That was Chen Fan, the first to accept his fate.
He fed the fruit at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain for three hundred years.
When the spiritual root is extracted.
He still had a smile on his face.
the second.
They've been fed for five hundred years.
Lifespan squeezed dry.
It turned into a dried-up corpse.
The third.
It has been fed for eight hundred years.
He was thrown into the alchemy furnace.
The refined elixir.
It was fed to a dog in Heaven.
the fourth.
Just like Chen Fan.
It has been fed for a hundred years.
But the system never arrived.
The Dharma Protector arrived.
The Dharma Protector crushed him.
Bone fragments mixed into the rocks.
It became a material for reinforcing the seal.
The images flashed by one after another.
It finally stopped at the fourth one.
It was a rainy night.
The Dharma protectors descended from the sky.
Chen Fan, in his former identity, knelt on the ground.
His head hit the mud.
"I can still feed them."
"Let me keep feeding you."
Please.
The Dharma protector was in the wrong.
A hand covered it.
The screen went black.
The old identity stands in front of the light screen.
Not moving at all.
"These."
"It's all a matter of accepting one's fate."
Chen Fan said.
"If you think so."
"Accepting your fate is enough to live."
"Then tell me."
Which one?
"You survived?"
The person with the old identity remained silent.
His lips were trembling.
The wild berries in my arms fell out with a clatter.
It rolled all over the ground.
"But I don't agree."
"Look at me now."
Chen Fan raised his hand.
The system number appeared on the back of my hand.
It's not a number that's about to disappear from the discarded drafts layer.
It is the official serial number.
The kind with permissions.
"This number."
"I took it myself."
"It wasn't given to me as charity."
I swallowed the drafts.
"I've taken on the challenge of judging the proceedings."
"The second level of the trial."
"I'm here too."
"And you."
"What are you waiting for?"
The old identity took a step back.
His foot landed on a wild fruit.
The pulp was squeezed out.
It was pasted onto the stone surface.
"They're different."
"You are different."
"You have a system."
"I don't."
"I waited a hundred years."
"Nothing came."
Chen Fan did not answer.
He took two steps forward.
Standing before my old identity.
He reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.
"You've come to pass."
"I've finally arrived."
"I am you."
"You are me too."
"But I refuse to accept my fate."
"So you don't need to acknowledge it."
A prompt appears on the system interface.
[Old identity template detected]
[Template Number: Draft-0433]
[Binding Status: Not Cleared]
Clean up?
Chen Fan clicked "confirm".
The number lights up.
The draft-0433 has begun to disintegrate.
The man in his old identity looked down at his hands.
The fingers are becoming transparent.
But there was no fear on his face.
Instead, he smiled.
"finally."
"You don't need to feed it anymore."
"It's been a hundred years."
"The fruit is all astringent."
"It's never been sweet."
His voice grew softer and softer.
Its form is becoming increasingly faint.
Finally, it shattered into a shower of light.
The light spots fell to the ground.
They come together to form one thing.
It's a fragment.
The size of a palm.
The surface is rough.
Like it was broken off from something.
A line of small characters was engraved on the edge of the fragment:
"Wuzhishan Observation Permissions - Early Records"
Chen Fan picked it up.
The system displays a detailed explanation.
[Permission Fragment]
[Source: Fruit Feeding Odd Jobs Template Core]
【Function: Read all original records within the Wuzhishan area】
[Scope of Recording: Including but not limited to]
[Buddhist Sealing Diary]
[Heavenly Court Surveillance Archives]
[Complete data for the 100 years before Sun Wukong was imprisoned]
Chen Fan gripped the shard tightly.
My fingertips just touched that line of small print.
A flood of information came in.
It's not text.
It's the visual.
He saw the Five Elements Mountain just as it was pressing down.
Sun Wukong struggled below.
Every movement.
The mountain becomes heavier with each passing moment.
He saw the celestial beings standing on the clouds.
One by one, they took notes on the jade slips.
"The seventeenth day."
"The monkey's struggle has weakened."
"It is expected to be fully tamed in three months."
He saw Tang Sanzang standing in front of the mountain.
He held a golden hoop in his hand.
But he didn't go over.
He is waiting.
When Sun Wukong stopped moving completely.
Only then would they put it on.
The screen is still rotating.
Moving on to the fiftieth year.
Sun Wukong was hardly moving anymore.
The records in Heaven state:
"The monkey demon has been tamed."
"It can be activated now."
But what to activate?
It wasn't written in the records.
The video cut out.
Chen Fan opened his eyes.
The fragment in my palm was still hot.
At this time.
Footsteps came from above.
soon.
It's urgent.
It looked like someone was running.
On the stone surface of the second trial ground.
A crack appeared.
A loud bang came from the crack.
It wasn't just an ordinary loud bang.
It was the sound of spiritual energy going berserk.
Followed by.
A voice came from the crack.
It's Sun Wukong.
But the sound is wrong.
too low.
His voice was so low it didn't sound like he was speaking.
"Chen Fan".
"Those guardian templates."
"They're all alive."
"They are swallowing me."
Chapter 434 Fighting Protector, Get Out!
The spiritual energy that burst out from the crack in the rock had not yet dissipated.
Chen Fan had already rushed over.
The fragment in my hand was red from the heat.
A scene was displayed.
Wuzhishan.
The golden hoop.
There is also the image of Sun Wukong kneeling before the Buddha.
He gripped the fragment tightly.
The image shattered into points of light.
It slipped into the palm of your hand.
Keep moving.
He jumped directly into the crack.
Upon landing.
My knees were numb from the impact.
But he couldn't care less.
Because of what's in front of us.
There are two Sun Wukongs standing there.
A man draped in a golden-red kasaya.
A phantom image of a golden headband floats above his head.
Their facial features are exactly the same.
But the look in his eyes is off.
it's too cold.
The eyes were as cold as those of a Buddha statue.
Another person is kneeling on the ground.
He was chained with nine gold chains.
The other end of the chain.
It was attached to Sun Wukong's palm, along with his cassock.
"Chen Fan".
Sun Wukong on the ground raised his head.
Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"This guy is unreasonable."
"They started by using the Tightening Spell."
Sun Wukong, wearing a cassock, spoke.
The sound was flat and without any inflection.
"Sun Wukong".
"You have strayed from the right path."
"Buddhism is giving you a chance."
"Why don't you leave?"
Chen Fan stared at him.
"What righteous path?"
Sun Wukong, wearing a cassock, raised his hand.
A golden scripture appeared in his palm.
The pages turn automatically.
Every page features Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong, the Monkey King who vanquishes demons.
Sun Wukong, the protector of the Dharma.
Sun Wukong kneeling before the Buddha, awaiting his investiture.
"This is your template."
"This is also your reward."
"Come back now."
"There's still time."
Sun Wukong on the ground laughed.
His laughter was hoarse.
"return?"
"Come back to being a dog?"
He stood up, supporting himself on his knees.
The chains are taut.
It makes a sharp, metallic scraping sound.
"Let me ask you."
"Obey me for five hundred years."
"What can I exchange it for?"
Sun Wukong, clad in a cassock, lowered his brows.
"The fruit of enlightenment."
"Golden Body".
"To be worshipped for all eternity."
"besides."
"Removed from the list of demons."
Sun Wukong spat out a mouthful of blood.
"this one?"
He took a step forward.
The chain was pulled straight.
"Five hundred years."
"Press him under the Five Elements Mountain."
"Take iron supplements."
"Drink molten copper."
"Waiting for a monk to come and save us."
"Then I'll be his bodyguard."
"Fight monsters."
"kowtow."
"Call me Master."
"Finally, they achieved enlightenment."
He turned his head.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"Chen Fan".
"you say."
"This is not true enlightenment."
"What's this called?"
Chen Fan uttered two words.
"Domestication".
Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched.
The illusory image of the golden hoop began to rotate.
It keeps spinning faster and faster.
It makes a buzzing sound.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
He clenched his five fingers.
The nine gold chains tightened simultaneously.
Dense scriptures emerged from the chain.
Every word seemed to be drilling into Sun Wukong's flesh.
Sun Wukong grunted.
My knees almost bent again.
But he held on.
The golden cudgel flew out from his ear.
Holding it in my hand.
The rod trembled.
It emitted a clear chirp.
"You're still using the headband?"
"That thing."
"I've already denied it."
He slammed the stick into the ground.
The ground exploded.
Gravel flew everywhere.
The scriptures on the chains suddenly dimmed by half.
Sun Wukong, wearing a cassock, raised his hand.
He aimed his palm at the illusory image of the golden headband.
The phantom image fell.
It was put on Sun Wukong's head.
It begins to contract.
But Sun Wukong did not dodge.
He stretched out his hand.
Grasp the edge of the golden hoop.
Apply force with all five fingers.
The golden hoop emitted a piercing, deforming sound.
"This thing."
"The first layer couldn't hold me down."
"What do you think?"
"Is it still possible now?"
He pulled hard.
The golden hoop broke in two.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Sun Wukong, wearing a cassock, took a step back.
The golden-red kasaya moved on its own even without wind.
Golden Buddhist light began to emanate from his body.
Countless illusory hand shadows emerged from the light.
There is an eye in the palm of each hand.
Open your eyes.
They all stared intently at Sun Wukong.
"The merits of protecting the Dharma."
"Blessing."
The Buddha's light surged over like a tide.
The chains binding Sun Wukong suddenly came to life.
It transformed into nine golden pythons.
They wrapped their arms around his limbs and neck.
It gets tighter and tighter.
The fragment in Chen Fan's hand suddenly vibrated.
A scene was forcibly crammed into my brain.
Wuzhishan.
The golden palm of the Buddha pressed down on the mountain.
Down the mountain.
Sun Wukong was chained up.
A golden headband.
Kneeling on the rubble.
Guanyin is standing opposite.
Guanyin is holding a vase.
The bottle opening is tilted.
Pour out the golden liquid.
The liquid spilled onto the ground.
Transformed into a single line of text.
"obedient."
"It has taken five hundred years to change."
In the picture.
Sun Wukong lowered his head.
I can't see their expressions clearly.
But Chen Fan saw it.
I saw him digging his fingers into the cracks in the stone.
The fingernails are flipped open.
Blood flowed down the stone.
Chen Fan opened his eyes.
The fragments had already burned white.
He raised his hand.
Align the fragment with the robe of Sun Wukong.
"Look carefully."
"This is the right path you speak of."
The fragment emitted white light.
The light struck the Buddha's light behind Sun Wukong, who was wearing a cassock.
The Buddha's light was like a mirror.
The image begins to play.
The video jumps frame by frame.
Five Elements Mountain.
The golden hoop.
chain.
Golden liquid.
The final image freezes on Sun Wukong's kneeling back.
The Buddha's light emanating from Sun Wukong in his cassock began to waver.
The eyes within those illusory hand shadows.
One after another, they closed.
"This is--"
He looked down at his hands.
The scriptures in my hand are fading.
The edges of the golden-red robe began to carbonize.
One by one, they fell down.
"impossible."
"Original suppressed records of Buddhism".
"How could this be—"
Sun Wukong didn't let him finish speaking.
The golden cudgel has already come crashing down.
The staff was enveloped in black demonic energy.
Something else was mixed in with the demonic aura.
It is not the power of Buddha.
It is not Taoism.
It is pure.
There is no sense of belonging.
"The merit you have bestowed upon me as a protector of the Dharma."
"I'll take it."
"But the rules of Buddhism."
"I don't acknowledge it."
The stick struck Sun Wukong, who was wearing a cassock, in the chest.
The cassock burst open.
The golden body inside was revealed.
The golden body is covered with cracks.
Golden liquid overflowed from the crack.
The liquid evaporates as soon as it hits the ground.
Transformed into Buddhist chanting.
The sound of Buddhist chanting is being heard.
He was reciting the full text of the Tightening-Headband Mantra.
Sun Wukong listened to the incantation.
Instead, he laughed.
He laughed heartily.
"Five hundred years."
"I've heard enough."
He grabbed Sun Wukong by the neck, who was wearing a cassock.
Apply force with all five fingers.
Fragments of the golden statue burst from between the fingers.
"Fighting Guardian".
"Get out."
The form of Sun Wukong in his cassock began to collapse.
From the feet upwards.
It broke into pieces.
Each piece of debris landed on the ground.
It turned into golden light spots.
The light drifted toward Sun Wukong.
She crawled into his body.
He closed his eyes.
The wounds on my body are healing.
The demonic aura is receding.
Instead.
It is a heavier force.
The power of Dharma protection.
But there was no golden headband on his head.
He was not wearing a kasaya.
Chen Fan watched as the point of light flew over.
Watching Sun Wukong absorb those powers.
The fragment in my hand gradually cooled down.
It turned into an ordinary stone.
It was crushed into powder.
The powder fell to the ground.
The stone surface of the trial ground suddenly trembled.
It split open from the very center.
Golden light rose from the crack.
Golden light gathered to form a Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue has its eyes closed.
Hands clasped together.
But its face.
It's not the face of Buddha.
It's Tang Sanzang's face.
The Buddha statue opened its mouth.
The sounds overlapped.
Half of it was Buddhist chanting.
Half of it was Tang Sanzang's voice.
"The second layer."
"It's not over yet."
The Buddha statue opened its eyes.
There are no eyeballs in the eye sockets.
There are only two holes.
The sound of chanting emanated from the hollow.
It was from the scriptures.
Not a Dharma protector.
It is a pilgrimage to the West.
Tang Sanzang's voice came from the hollow.
"Wukong".
"It's time to hit the road."