The Three Pure Ones

In the east rose the Morning Star; in the west shone Chang Geng.

Taibai was the essence of western metal, son of the White Emperor, a high minister, the image of a great general.

"Sir, is there anywhere nearby to drink wine and eat meat?" Su Lin tugged on the reins. "This poor monk's stomach is growling. I'm tempted to go back to the Great Tang in the Eastern Land and enjoy myself."

The old man rose from his rock, stepped down, and smoothed his long white beard. "So it's the Holy Monk himself. But wouldn't drinking wine break a monk's vows?"

"Wine and meat may pass through the gut; keep the Buddha in your heart." Su Lin borrowed Monk Jigong's words. Since this world's Dragon-Taming Arhat was gone, the saying belonged to him now.

Never mind whoever was heckling him from behind about a one-hundred-percent plagiarism match. What he wanted to see was what game the Heavenly Court was playing.

He already had the Celestial River Battle Armor on, ready to activate at any moment. If anything went wrong, he could even play Celestial... Forget it. Better to stay far away from anything associated with the Celestial Thearch.

"Master, your understanding of Buddhism runs deep," the old man praised him. "For a hundred li ahead, there are no demons, no devils, and no human habitation. If you seek the bustle of mortal life, I'm afraid you'll have to reach Gaojiazhuang."

The Journey to the West was even more chaotic than they had imagined. Apart from major commanderies and a handful of other places, areas without the protection of cultivators or the authorities had likely met with disaster. They had not seen a single village since leaving Famen Temple.

Meng Qi glanced at the messages in the group. Su Lin