Chapter 1 A Golden Spear

On Mount Longhu, a golden spear, wrapped in a boundless and domineering aura, thrust directly towards Fuxi's brow. The timing of this spear was exquisitely perfect, demonstrating the wielder's extensive experience in fighting Fuxi.

It precisely grasped the moment when Fuxi was about to see Nuwa, when a momentary flaw would appear in his state of mind.

Then, taking advantage of this flaw, the spear stabbed out! A ferocious stab! Fuxi let out a strange cry and leaned back, narrowly avoiding the domineering and fierce spear, whose power was almost comparable to the Kunlun West Queen's spear from back then. However, the girl unexpectedly loosened her hand, allowing the golden spear to slide through her palm like a swimming dragon.

She had used this spear for a long time and was familiar with every inch of it. As the end of the spear slid across her palm, she suddenly grabbed the end of the spear. The divine weapon, personally forged by the Fire God Zhurong, absorbed all the energy and stopped abruptly. The end of the spear did not tremble in the slightest, but the tip of the spear erupted with a roar like a ferocious beast.

Wei Yuanjun twisted her waist, like a dragon shaking its claws, and the spear swept across the void. Even the body of the spear, made of divine material, showed a shocking arc under this violent movement. The spear, filled with anger and power, swung heavily at Fuxi's waist with extreme precision.

Wu Zhiqi and Old Master Hu even clearly saw the smile on Fuxi's face freeze.

After hearing a crisp cracking sound, visible ripples spread out directly.

The next second, Fuxi's body was directly knocked into the air. Then, the girl held the end of the spear in her right hand, twisted and released it suddenly. Fuxi flew out like a snake flung away by a stick, not knowing how far he had flown. The girl, dressed in white with a light blue Daoist robe, her black hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, had a cold expression.

Fuxi, sent flying, fell from the sky in a parabola, coughing up blood.

Damn it, miscalculated. Why is this little girl so small? Before, she was at least 1.7 meters tall. The West Queen Mother's spear technique had to be modified, losing some of its original power.

Now that she's 14 years old, the West Queen Mother's spear technique is just right.

Wei Yuanjun's expression was cold. Only when she saw Wu Zhiqi and Old Master Hu did the eternally frozen face soften, her eyes clear, and her expression gentle. The divine weapon that had sent Fuxi flying returned, twirled in her hand, and was placed behind her back. She bowed slightly with her left hand in front and said, "You two are here to find Nuwa..."

Wei Yuanjun paused slightly.

The vast divine sense belonging to the Daoguo level enveloped Mount Longhu at all times. It could be said that after Buzhou Mountain left, Wei Yuanjun, who was extremely skilled in combat, was the most important force protecting the human realm and the two Nuwas. At this moment, she clearly sensed that Nuwa inside the厢房 was flipping through a Daoist scripture and looking over.

Wei Yuanjun clearly inherited a certain museum curator's characteristic of not being good at dealing with Nuwa.

She paused and said, "...Grandmother?"

"Yes, we are here to find Nuwa."

It was Old Master Hu who said this.

"Where's Wei Yuan? Where's Wei Yuan?! I'm here to beat him up!"

Unquestionably, it was Wu Zhiqi.

Then both of them stopped.

Their brains finally seemed to realize the meaning of that word.

Huh? Grandmother? Wu Zhiqi and Emperor Hu exchanged glances and fell into a daze. "Who???"

"So, you are Nuwa's granddaughter."

"Then your father is..."

A moment later, Wu Zhiqi and Old Master Hu sat in the reception area of Mount Longhu. Wei Yuanjun explained some things in a cold and understated tone, causing Wu Zhiqi and Old Master Hu to fall into silence. They looked at Wei Yuanjun and then at Nuwa, who had a gentle expression, feeling that their brains were not working well enough. In the end, Wei Yuanjun did not answer this question.

She just shook her head and said, "It cannot be said."

"It cannot be said?"

Wu Zhiqi, who had transformed into a young man, stared at Wei Yuanjun, looking at those eyes as deep as an abyss. There seemed to be two clusters of golden flames rising in Wu Zhiqi's eyes. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and nodded, saying, "I understand."

Then he really stopped asking about Wei Yuanjun's origin or her parents, only chatting about other things.

Old Master Hu only realized later that this monkey might have noticed Wei Yuanjun's true identity immediately.

When he asked the monkey when he had discovered it, Wu Zhiqi replied, "The first time I saw her."

Old Master Hu was surprised, "Is it because of the Daoguo realm?"

"No, she is both Golden Mother Yuanjun. Even if the Daoguo was plundered, her strength and foundation are below Zhurong and Gonggong, but she has also advanced to the Daoguo level for thousands of years, and her foundation is solid. With Nuwa's help, it is not so easy for me to see through her origins at a glance."

Old Master Hu understood even less, "Then how did you find out?"

Wu Zhiqi took a sip of tea and said quietly, "The first time I saw her, the first second I looked into her eyes, I inexplicably had the urge to pick up the ceramic pot on the table and smash it over."

"That's when I knew something was wrong."

In the reception hall of Mount Longhu, everyone chatted about some things, and the atmosphere was at least harmonious. Facing an existence like Nuwa, even someone as unruly as Wu Zhiqi needed to restrain his sharpness. As for Emperor Hu, his seniority was that of an elder even to Nuwa, an ancient great emperor. Emperor Hu's impression of Nuwa was also particularly good.

Only Fuxi, with his bruised nose and swollen face, was ignored by everyone.

They simply pretended that he did not exist.

"Ah Nuwa, I said..."

"Oh, oh! I see! I've learned something new."

"Ahem, I mean, Ah Nuwa..."

"Yuanjun, are you thirsty? Would you like some tea?"

Fuxi's repeated interruptions were all cut off. Everyone ignored him. Only Nuwa, the white-haired girl with black clothes and large, deep eyes, seemed to feel that the dejected Fuxi was too pitiful. She poured him a cup of tea. Then she saw Fuxi holding the teacup and considering whether to take the teacup back to the Grand Pure Great Crimson Heaven to save it, with a smile on his face.

White-haired Nuwa: "..."

She quickly hid behind Nuwa.

Nuwa patted the back of this "sister's" hand, helplessly glared at her brother, and then looked at Old Master Hu who was drinking tea, saying, "Old Senior Hu, are you the only one who came this time?"

Hu was eating the snacks on the table in large mouthfuls.

He was speaking. For so long, because of Wei Yuan that brat's messing around, he had become as fat as a mountain. Even if he was a little gluttonous, he couldn't eat too much. Now he had finally lost weight, so he could finally satisfy his cravings. He washed down the snacks with cool tea, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's not just us."

"There's also a little monk. However, that little guy said that since he finally came to the human world, he wanted to wander around the human realm more and see the scenery of later generations."

The young Shakya separated briefly from Wu Zhiqi and Old Master Hu after arriving in the human world.

He said that he wanted to travel around the world. Hu knew the true identity of this kid. After making three vows before the Buddha and returning to fate, the time on the young Shakya seemed to be returning to normal. He also possessed his former state of mind, with telepathy in hand, so he would not encounter any difficulties living in the human world. As for anyone wanting to harm him—for example, some hooligan in the human world robbing Sakyamuni or something.

That would be extremely fortunate.

It should be celebrated.

The Western Paradise might have another Arhat.

This worry was like a question on a platform in the human world. If Confucius came to modern times and was robbed by a hooligan, it would be a bit of unnecessary worry. So after Wu Zhiqi handed a credit card directly and generously to the young Shakya, the two of them happily let Shakya travel around the human world.

As for where the credit card came from? Wu Zhiqi was very generous: "This? Wei Yuan handled it."

"All the expenses of this little monk will be charged to Wei Yuan's account!"

As for Taotie, after returning, he couldn't wait to freestyle swim to Australia.

There should be another summoning and then a self-service barbecue.

"If you two don't mind, you can rest here for a while."

Nuwa invited.

Wu Zhiqi's only reaction was to say slowly, "Will Wei Yuan come?"

Nuwa smiled and said, "He should be coming."

Wu Zhiqi said decisively, "Okay! Then I'll stay here!"

Hmph, Wei Yuan, you schemed against me! If I don't beat you until your face is covered in peach blossoms, you won't know why peaches are so red! A strange light reappeared in Fuxi's eyes.

Hmph, good nephew, just wait! On another seat, Wei Yuanjun, with a cold expression, slightly closed her eyes, and a gleam of light flowed and changed.

Making the gentle and soft temperament inherited from her mother's appearance suddenly become sharp.

She subconsciously gripped the spear. Now that she had beaten her old uncle, it was time to beat her father next.

Only Old Master Hu was genuinely happy, stroking his beard and laughing loudly, "Hahahaha, it's been a long time since I've seen Yuan this kid. This time, I must enjoy his cooking!"

Human Realm - Jiangnan Province

A somewhat retro DVD store welcomed a special guest. He was young, about 16 or 17 years old, with a gentle expression and a simple hairstyle, and said, "I want to find some movies about the Tathagata Buddha."

"Oh! About the Tathagata Buddha, right! Yes, yes, we have them all here."

Nowadays, these DVD rental shops are almost only opened out of personal hobby. It was rare to have a customer come in. The owner, with a cigarette in his mouth, quickly found the DVDs and handed them over, saying, "Here, these basically have the Tathagata Buddha appearing, but he probably only makes a cameo appearance as the finale."

The young man carefully looked at the introductions of these films and said, "I don't want any of these."

The owner was confused and asked in puzzlement, "You don't want them? Then what do you want?"

"Excuse me, benefactor, do you have any where the Tathagata Buddha is in love?"

"Huh? Cough, cough, cough, what, what did you say?"

The shop owner almost choked to death on his cigarette, staring at the young monk in front of him with wide eyes, "Little guy, what do you want?"

The young man said seriously, "The kind where the Tathagata Buddha is in love."

The shop owner's mouth twitched, "You, are you okay? Watching the Buddha in love?"

The young monk smiled and said, "The Buddha is just a person, and people have seven emotions and six desires. If you say you want to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, then you have to have them first, right? The so-called death of a monk is called Nirvana, perfecting all virtues and extinguishing all evils. You see, even the Buddha thinks that he can only extinguish all evils when he dies. What's wrong with wanting to see him fall in love?"

The shop owner's head ached from being talked about, and he slowly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, you make sense, but there is something that fits."

He took out a stack of DVDs and said, "As long as you can stand the fact that the fight scenes are repeated, this story is still good. Not only does the Buddha reincarnate and fall in love, but there are also two female protagonists. How about it? Is that enough?" The young Shakya glanced at it, "Journey to the West: The Sequel?"

Then he saw that there were indeed two beautiful women on the cover, so he happily ran off to prepare to find a place to watch it. He was very interested in stories with himself as the protagonist. This was probably the so-called secretly going to see his own fanfiction.

When he went out, he suddenly stopped and raised his head.

Someone was blocking the way.

It was a handsome young monk.

But for some reason, he revealed a sense of age that had lived for hundreds of years, and he was wearing a black monk's robe.

The alms bowl in his hand was filled with grains of rice, arranged one by one as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

People with obsessive-compulsive disorder would feel relieved just by looking at it.

The black-clothed monk, Daoyan, who wanted to take revenge on Wei Yuan!