"I am the great god of Santan Haihui. I have already cut off my flesh and returned it to my father, and removed my bones to return to my mother. Nezha is Nezha. Nezha was born and raised, so how can I have a surname?"
"I've fought Wushuang throughout the Three Realms, so why not fight again this time? In the past year, the demons and monsters have changed their appearance, and the demons and monsters have also become overlords."
"Guanjiangkou Erlang Xianshengzhenjun is here, and I will quell the disputes you caused!"
These three thunderous declarations split open the hypocritical cassocks of Western Heaven. Tang Sanzang was sitting on the white horse, listening to the unruly voices of his three disciples. His fingertips were rubbing the "Book of Blood" dug out from the Daughter's Kingdom - it was the ironclad evidence that the Ancient Light-burning Buddha and the Tathagata Buddha usurped the throne by killing their masters thousands of years ago. It was burning in the six-winged demon pattern under his cassock.
He was once the six-winged golden cicada that devoured the ancient world, and he was also the disciple who led the saint to sit in front of him and listen to Zen. In the ninth reincarnation, the Tathagata personally carved the golden cicada into a warm jade Buddhist scripture collector, but he didn't know that the last remaining soul he had led had buried the reverse scale in the bloodline of the tenth life.
When Sun Wukong picked up the Tathagata's golden body with his stick, Nezha's fire-pointed spear burned the Li Jing pagoda, and Yang Jiantian's eyes penetrated the Jade Emperor's Dharma body, Tang Sanzang finally spread out his six wings that cover the sky: "On this journey, I took the head of a false Buddha and crossed the blood of the common people! When the common people play chess, all the false gods will be punished!"
