"Okay, I understand the general situation."
Guanyin turned to look at Zhang Yun, bowed slightly, and said, "This plan is feasible, but it will be quite troublesome if the rulers of the human kingdoms in the future are not interested in my Buddhist scriptures."
Zhang Yun remained calm and slowly said, "That's easy. We'll take him to the underworld, and with your sharp tongue, what emperor wouldn't send someone to retrieve the scriptures?"
"This plan is brilliant, brilliant!" Guanyin's eyes lit up, her admiration seemingly genuine.
Whether it's true or false, Zhang Yun considers it a trivial matter and not worth worrying about.
“The pilgrim must be one of your own from the Western Paradise. I have a suitable candidate here.”
When Zhang Yun arrived at Mount Ling, the person chosen to undertake the pilgrimage had already been selected.
In response, Ru Shi nodded slightly in agreement, stating that in order to control the pilgrimage team, the leader must be someone from Mount Ling.
"Whom are you referring to, benefactor?"
"He is your second disciple, Jin Chanzi."
"Jin Chanzi? It's time to send him out for some experience." Tathagata did not object to Zhang Yun's suggestion; Jin Chanzi was indeed an extremely suitable candidate.
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Chapter 138 Laozi
"Now just find any excuse to send him to be reincarnated, and let him smooth out his rough edges."
Zhang Yun smiled enigmatically: "Remember, Jin Chanzi must be a monk in every life. Calculated this way, five hundred years from now will be his tenth life. Presumably, by then, Jin Chanzi will have been reincarnated as a kind and compassionate monk."
"Although Jin Chanzi was a bit unruly, he was still shrewd and capable, and it was hard to find any faults in him."
The Buddha spoke slowly, his words revealing his protectiveness and affection for his second disciple.
"Anyway, it's still a long time before the Monkey King is born, so you can decide what to do."
Zhang Yun smiled and said, "Alright, now I'm going to go catch up with that guy Lao Jun."
Upon hearing this, the Buddha's eyes flashed involuntarily.
Judging from Zhang Yun's tone, it seems as if he is on par with Laozi, or even surpasses him.
Who is Laozi of Mount Tai?
That is one of the Three Pure Ones, the master of the Great Dao, and the ancestor of all religions!
The Lady Laozi resides in the Tushita Palace of the Heaven of Separation and Hatred, which is located outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.
This place is usually very quiet, and few immortals or gods come to disturb it. After all, Laozi's status is so high that even the Jade Emperor respects him. How could other immortals and gods dare not to respect him?
However, just a few days ago, a strange and powerful hurricane swept in from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, causing chaos and upheaval throughout the entire Tushita Palace. All sorts of rare treasures and elixirs flew everywhere, and after the hurricane passed, the ground was a mess, a complete disaster.
This strong wind came and went in a very strange way; even someone of Laozi's stature couldn't stop it.
The children in the Tushita Palace racked their brains but still couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Where is your patriarch?"
Just as the children finished cleaning the Tushita Palace and it seemed to have returned to its former order, an old man with flowing Taoist robes and a full head of white hair appeared outside the palace, causing the children with drooping temples to be slightly taken aback.
He doesn't seem to recognize this person.
However, the fact that this person could descend upon the Thirty Heavens indicates that he must be someone of extraordinary background.
The young boy with his hair down did not slack off and went to the palace to report.
"No guests today, please leave."
Suddenly, a faint and unfathomable ancient voice came from the palace, causing Zhang Yun's lips to curl slightly.
"Laojun, won't you invite me in for a seat?"
Upon hearing Zhang Yun's voice, the Tushita Palace fell silent for a short while. Soon after, an elderly man with a full head of white hair, holding a whisk, and exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, greeted them with a smile.
"The immortal has come without saying a word, so I could have made preparations."
Although Laozi wore a smile on his face, he was inwardly depressed.
We just sent this ancestor away a few days ago, why is he here again today!
"I've come to discuss something with you." Zhang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and resolute, exuding the air of an unparalleled immortal. The two boys present were speechless for a moment, thinking they had misheard.
It was only because they heard the words "Immortal" from Laozi's mouth!
The ancestor who created heaven and earth is the progenitor of chaos, the parent of heaven and earth, the master of yin and yang, and the emperor of all gods.
In this world, only the other two immortals among the Three Pure Ones can be considered his equals, and there is no one else who can surpass him.
However, Laozi just now actually referred to the other party as "Immortal"?
Could it be that this distinguished guest is of a higher status than Laozi?
"Speak, what do you want with me?" Although Laozi did not show it on his face, he was both angry and helpless when facing Zhang Yun, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his deep eyes.
"Could you make me another one exactly the same as this stick?"
Zhang Yun made no attempt at pleasantries and directly displayed the golden staff, causing Laozi's eyes to light up instantly.
"Such excellent black iron is extremely rare in the world."
"Moreover, its weight and texture are not much weaker than those magical treasures I have carefully crafted!"