Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends-Chapter 899 - 822: Virtuous Guanyin

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Ao Bing all looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was taken aback, tossed aside a banana peel in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said irritably, "Why are you looking at me? Although I, old Sun, am the Fighting Saint Buddha, I’m not on the same path as them.

I haven’t even visited the Spiritual Mountain a few times, and I don’t see eye to eye with them."

"Sigh~" The three of them sighed together; such is the great momentum of Heaven and Earth! When the momentum is set, everything assists it.

"Not good, not good~" A small child wearing armor ran in from outside, shouting while running, startling the surrounding Heavenly Soldiers and guards into scrambling aside.

The small boy ran into the backyard, anxiously shouting, "Not good! Not good!"

"Chenxiang, be quiet; we’re all here! Everything’s just fine."

Yang Chenxiang stopped in his tracks, shouting anxiously, "Uncle, it’s not good, the Dragon Subjugation Arhat is causing havoc inside the Palace of the Polestar while there’s no protector!"

The very idea that Buddhism would dare be so brazen in the Palace of the Polestar? Yang Jian’s expression changed, and he immediately said, "Let’s go!" The four of them turned into four beams of divine light and rushed out.

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Inside the Palace of the Polestar, the disheveled Dragon Subjugation Arhat, with a wine jug in one hand and a golden dragon stick in the other, staggered around drunkenly, waving the stick wildly, singing, "Rich~ rich~ I am rich.

I have so much money, I can’t even spend it all..."

The surrounding Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had him surrounded but dared not approach. On one hand, the Dragon Subjugation Arhat was very powerful, and they weren’t confident of defeating him. On the other, any fighting would cause even more damage.

The Heavenly Soldiers continuously retreated under the pressure of the Dragon Subjugation Arhat’s treasure staff, but throughout they kept him surrounded.

"Causing chaos in the Palace of the Polestar while drunk—how dare you, Dragon Subjugation Arhat!" An angry shout echoed, instantly filling the Palace of the Polestar with a heavy pressure.

The drunken Dragon Subjugation Arhat instinctively lifted his head to look outside.

Whoosh~

A golden beam of divine light shot in from outside, with a Demon-suppressing Treasure Staff within it aiming directly at the Dragon Subjugation Arhat.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, the Dragon Subjugation Arhat immediately sobered up a bit, hurriedly shouting, "Immobilize!"

A phantom of the Immovable King enveloped the Dragon Subjugation Arhat, who then swung out his Dragon Subduing Treasure Stick.

Boom~

The Dragon Subduing Treasure Stick exploded into several pieces, which scattered and flew out, while the Demon-suppressing Treasure Staff passed through the King’s phantom, shattering it into pieces.

The Dragon Subjugation Arhat instantly flew backward like a ball, crashing into the palace, where the Demon-suppressing Treasure Staff pinned him by the chest to the palace wall, Buddha blood staining the hall red.

Crackling~ pieces of the shattered Golden Dragon Stick fell onto the palace floor.

Wow~

The Dragon Subjugation Arhat opened his mouth and spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, snapping fully awake.

The armored General Juanlian walked in from outside, appearing majestic and dignified, with a commanding aura, a token hanging from his waist and an order arrow on his back.

All the Heavenly Soldiers promptly put away their divine weapons and saluted in unison, shouting, "Greetings, General~!"

The Dragon Subjugation Arhat’s mouth moved, exclaiming in disbelief, "Golden Arhat!"

He was utterly shocked—how could Sha Wujing, who quietly followed the Journey to the West, possess strength comparable to Sun Wukong?!

Five beams of divine light shot in from outside and landed in the palace, transforming into Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, Nezha, Ao Bing, and Sun Wukong.

Yang Jiao took a glance and said, "General Juanlian, you arrived first."

Laughing heartily, Sun Wukong said, "Junior Brother Sha, why didn’t I notice you were so powerful before? You really kept old Sun in the dark."

General Juanlian Sha Lan immediately cupped his fists and said, "Greetings, Judicial Celestial, greetings, Senior Brother."

Yang Jian glanced at the Dragon Subjugation Arhat, who was pinned to the palace floor, and asked, "General Juanlian, what’s going on here?"

General Juanlian coldly remarked, "Perhaps the Heavenly Court has been too quiet; now everyone thinks they can bully us. Even a mere arhat of Buddhism dares to cause a disturbance in the Palace of the Polestar.

I’ve captured him; I ask the Judicial Celestial to adjudicate his punishment according to the law."

Sun Wukong muttered and scratched his ears, saying, "I’m not dealing with this issue; you don’t have to save face for me. I’m not associated with him."

Ao Bing whispered, "Should we report this to Your Majesty? It involves diplomatic disputes, so it’s best to bring Shen Gongbao over."

Yang Jiao nonchalantly replied, "No need, since General Juanlian is here, it means Your Majesty already knows; just deal with it directly."

Ao Bing shrugged—you’re the boss, you call the shots.

"Someone, take the Dragon Subjugation Arhat to the Heavenly Prison, sentenced to a hundred years of hard labor."

"Yes!" Two Heavenly Soldiers shouted immediately.

"Divine Monarch, please halt!" A compassionate voice echoed in the Great Leiyin Temple.

The two Heavenly Soldiers immediately stopped in their tracks.

A lotus blossom bloomed, within which appeared a sacred figure; Guanyin Bodhisattva sat on the lotus platform, holding the Jade Purifying Bottle, with the Buddha wheel glowing behind her head, and a gentle smile on her face.

With a wave of her hand, the Demon-suppressing Treasure Staff lodged in the Dragon Subjugation Arhat’s chest flew out, hovering in front of General Juanlian.

Yang Jiao furrowed his brows, stepping forward and asking in a booming voice, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, are you interfering in Heavenly Court matters?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva shook her head with a smile, saying, "I dare not, but the Dragon Subjugation Arhat is well-regarded in the lower realm; if harmed here, it might adversely affect the Heavenly Court’s reputation, so I’m here to plead on his behalf."

Yang Jian gently tapped a folded fan against his palm, smiling while saying, "Bodhisattva, do you mean to let the Dragon Subjugation Arhat off, allow him to raise havoc in the Heavenly Court, and then depart? Ultimately gaining a good reputation, rising to fame by stepping over the status of the Heavenly Court? That’s really something you’re quite proficient at." His tone was full of irony.

Sun Wukong muttered softly, "Second Brother, it feels like you’re talking about me."

Nezha whispered, "Monkey, you’re overthinking, Second Brother is just joking."

Guanyin Bodhisattva maintained her gentle smile, saying, "Divine Monarch, the Heavenly Court possesses supreme authority, and doesn’t need to suppress an arhat to display its might. The Dragon Subjugation Arhat was half-mad, half-dazed, causing trouble while drunken—it’s excessive to sentence him to a century of hard labor."

"Bodhisattva, you’re mistaken!" A voice suddenly spoke from outside.

Shen Gongbao entered from outside the hall, chuckling and saying, "Ci Hang, it’s been a long time."

Guanyin Bodhisattva’s eyebrow twitched twice, a feeling of discomfort rising in her heart—why is he here? Still smiling, she replied, "Long time no see, Diplomacy God. Naturally, we haven’t met since you haven’t visited Buddhism. Perhaps you could visit Spiritual Mountain sometime.

Moreover, Ci Hang Daoist no longer exists in the Three Realms, only Guanyin Bodhisattva remains."

Shen Gongbao waved dismissively, unconcerned, saying, "No, thank you! The Buddhist threshold is too high now; I couldn’t possibly step up.

By the way, what’s going on here? Why the tense atmosphere?"

He gestured, saying, "Put them down, everyone, put down your weapons. Guanyin Bodhisattva is renowned for her gentleness across the Three Realms; she wouldn’t cause trouble in the Palace of the Polestar, would she?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly had her forehead lined with black—gentleness?

The Heavenly Soldiers hesitated for a moment and then put their weapons away one by one.