nyslfriends Chapter 124 The Writer
Chapter 124 The Writer
"Then I'll take you along too."
As soon as those words were spoken, the entire back garage felt as if it were being held down by a hand.
The white-browed old Buddha knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cracks in the bricks, not daring to even raise his head.
Those Buddhist warriors in the front row fared even worse; their ritual implements were trembling. Some tried to retreat, but their knees buckled before they could take even half a step, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Above the crack in the sky, the golden lotus grew larger and larger.
layer.
Two layers.
Three floors.
With each new floor opened, the oppressive aura of the Buddha in the back of the warehouse intensified.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally forward, his teeth grinding together.
"Old Chen, can you hold on?"
Chen Fan didn't reply to him.
The system core in his chest was still burning hot.
It felt like countless needles were piercing into the flesh.
The panel was completely blood red, with notifications flashing one after another.
[High-level buyback orders continue]
[The binding anomaly has deepened]
[Detected: Page hijacking, log page, and fake core permission synchronization]
[Meets the conditions for hidden master recognition]
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
Recognizing a master?
next moment.
The bright red panel suddenly snapped shut.
All prompts are now empty.
Only the middle line of black text remains.
The morally bankrupt system has completed deep bondage.
[Sole holder: Chen Fan]
[Hidden Identity Unveiled: The Sequel Author]
Chen Fan paused, his breath catching in his throat.
Immediately afterwards, the second line of text appeared.
[Title Effect 1: Lower-level systems of the same origin that you come into contact with will briefly accept your overwrite command.]
[Title Effect 2: When the overwrite is successful, the opponent's original command is delayed by thirty breaths]
[Note: You are not the user, you are the writer.]
At that moment, the tearing sensation in Chen Fan's chest dissipated.
It's not about restoring calm.
The system has completely sided with him.
Like a mad dog, it finally recognized its master.
The white-browed old Buddha was still kneeling, his voice trembling.
"The Buddha's words have been spoken, Chen Fan, why do you not submit—"
Chen Fan raised his foot and kicked.
This kick sent the White-Browed Buddha flying, crashing into the broken wall of the back garage.
"Your ancestors are damned."
The entire room fell silent.
Even Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then grinned.
"happy!"
The white-browed old Buddha struggled to his feet, half his face covered in blood, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.
"You're about to die, and you still dare to—"
Chen Fan was too lazy to listen anymore.
He flipped his hand and pressed it directly onto the broken table.
The newly pieced-together bottom page of the logbook vibrated, and large golden threads burst forth, spreading like water throughout the entire back warehouse, and then surging outwards from the back warehouse.
A new system panel pops up.
The above is no longer a simple exchange.
Instead, it's a densely packed graph of nodes.
A low-level stage in the Buddhist pilgrimage.
Nodes for protecting the mind.
Command node.
The point at which incense offerings are transferred.
Inspection nodes.
All of them were lit up.
Chen Fan glanced at it and a smile appeared on his lips.
"So this is where you Buddhist monks hide your secrets."
The old Buddha with white eyebrows turned pale instantly.
"Stop! You can't touch those nodes!"
Chen Fan chuckled.
"Can't touch it?"
"I'm here to revise the manuscript."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a sweeping motion.
On the panel, hundreds of low-level nodes simultaneously popped out of the overlay box.
[Should a temporary overwrite order be issued?]
Chen Fan confirmed it directly.
"Delay everything. The Buddhist army protecting the scriptures pauses for one beat. Order the Buddhist messengers to slow down by thirty breaths. The outer protective formation turns halfway closed."
hum!
With a muffled thud, the Buddhist patterns on the entire back warehouse were momentarily disrupted.
Immediately afterwards, an explosion occurred outside.
"What's going on? Why is my token malfunctioning?"
"The protective formation is not activated!"
"Why didn't the left-wing Buddhist army keep up?"
"Where is the messenger? Where is the Buddha's messenger?"
"The node is stuck! Who is altering the command!"
A series of shouts rushed in from outside, and the entire Buddhist army was thrown into chaos.
It was just as neat as an iron plate a moment ago, but now it has cracked open with several gaps.
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"Old Chen, you really intercepted their order?"
Chen Fan didn't look at him; his fingers were still moving rapidly across the node diagram.
"Low-level attacks can be suppressed. High-level attacks won't work. Thirty breaths should be enough."
"That's enough!"
Without another word, Sun Wukong charged forward with his staff.
He swung his staff, and the Buddhist army guarding the scriptures in front of him should have formed a battle formation to intercept them, but the order was a beat too slow. The front row had just raised their hands when the back row was still in a daze.
boom!
One blow and the formation collapsed.
More than a dozen guardian deities tumbled and flew out, scattering ritual implements all over the ground.
"Again!"
Pigsy, who had been squatting to the side panting, was overjoyed to see the Buddhist army in chaos.
"I, Old Pig, always knew that following Brother Fan would guarantee me food!"
He swung his rake to the side and charged straight toward the Buddhist army's logistics storage area.
The place was originally tightly surrounded, but now that the order to protect the grain has been delayed, several Buddhist soldiers guarding the grain are still confirming the authenticity of the order, while Pigsy has already smashed the sealed box with a rake.
It doesn't contain rice.
They were all Buddhist military-grade qi-boosting pills, incense pills, and golden body ointments.
Pigsy's eyes turned red.
"My goodness, this is what military rations should be like!"
He didn't distinguish between them, he just grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth.
A handful.
Two.
Three.
He ate with his mouth full of golden light, spitting it everywhere.
A Buddhist soldier standing nearby was so anxious that his voice cracked.
"Shut up! That's frontline supplies!"
Pigsy swung his rake and slammed the man into the box.
"The front lines? Now the front lines belong to your grandpa Pig!"
He ate with increasing gusto, his belly bulged out, and the wounds on his body began to visibly heal, his breath rising in spurts.
"Hahaha, that feels so good!"
On the other side, Sha Wujing didn't utter a single unnecessary word.
He's the most reliable.
As soon as the left flank of the Buddhist army fell into disarray, he grabbed his demon-subduing staff and slashed over, specifically targeting the Buddhist soldiers who wanted to fill in.
One stick, one kill.
Not flashy.
It's accurate.
Someone tried to fly up to relay the order, but Sha Wujing broke his leg bone with a single blow of his staff.
Some people wanted to retreat back into the formation, but Sha Wujing blocked the entrance with his bare hands.
In just over ten breaths, the left wing was already covered in fallen bodies.
Sun Wukong glanced back, grinned, and cursed, "Old Sha, you're getting more and more ruthless with your words, you taciturn fellow."
Sha Wujing raised his staff and flicked the blood droplets off the tip.
"My master said, 'If you can save trouble, don't hold back.'"
Chen Fan almost laughed when he heard this.
Tang Sanzang's twisted teachings have thoroughly penetrated the truth.
Red Boy's side was even more direct.
He rode on his fiery wheels, soaring through the air and setting his sights on burning golden lotus branches.
Those golden lotus branches hanging down from the crack in the sky were originally branches of Buddha's light used to stabilize the situation when the Tathagata descended. They are now taking root downwards one by one, trying to regain control of the formation.
Red Boy raised his hand and unleashed the Samadhi True Fire.
"burn!"
The flames lashed out, and the golden lotus branch instantly crackled and exploded.
One is broken.
Both were broken.
As soon as the third one landed, Red Boy opened his mouth and added another ball of fire, filling the entire sky with the smell of burning.
The old lady in the front row was completely dumbfounded.
"This wicked child has gone mad! He's burning Buddha's golden lotus!"
"Stop him!"
"Who's going to stop them? The order to protect the scriptures is still in effect!"
When Red Boy heard this, he turned around and bared his teeth at the people below.
"Who are you calling a wicked creature? Say it again, and I'll burn your lotus thrones to the ground!"
After saying that, he actually swooped down and pierced through a small lotus platform with his spear.
The old Buddha screamed and rolled down, her robes burning.
The warehouse was in complete chaos, both inside and out.
Chen Fan stood before the guillotine, his palm pressing down on the journal page, as if nailed there.
Every time he gave an order, the Buddhist army outside would descend into chaos.
Those who had previously been high and mighty guardians of the scriptures were now covered in sweat, frantically slapping the malfunctioning tokens until their faces turned blue.
"Why are you disobeying orders!"
"What about node feedback!"
"Who changed the status quo!"
"Quickly request the Buddha's authority!"
Someone finally realized what was happening, looked up at Chen Fan, and their voice changed.
"It's him! He's the one tampering with the system's underlying layers!"
"How could an outsider possibly—"
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan looked up.
"outsider?"
"This system now recognizes me."
The Buddhist messenger froze on the spot, as if he had swallowed a stone, and could not utter a word for a long time.
Not far away.
The illusory image of the imperial seal in the direction of Lingxiao has not dissipated.
The Jade Emperor stood behind that ball of imperial light, his expression much more solemn than before.
He did not make a move.
He didn't say anything sarcastic.
He stared intently at the low-level logbook in Chen Fan's hand, his gaze deepening inch by inch.
A celestial official nearby whispered, "Your Majesty, this boy has taken control of a lower-level Buddhist node, making him far more powerful than before. If we truly allow him to live..."
The Jade Emperor spoke calmly: "I can see it."
The celestial official lowered his voice again: "Shouldn't we decide on the post-battle distribution first?"
The Jade Emperor remained silent for a few moments.
Their gaze shifted from Chen Fan to Sun Wukong, and then to Zhu Bajie, who was scrambling for military rations.
Finally, he slowly said, "In the past, we used them to stir up trouble."
"Now, things are different."
"If this person does not die, half of the accounts in the Three Realms will have to be rewritten."
The celestial official's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not reply.
The Jade Emperor continued, "Issue my secret order: If Tathagata loses this battle, the reckoning between Heaven and Flower Fruit Mountain will be temporarily suspended. The matter of cooperation can be discussed."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the trusted celestial officials beside him changed.
Liquidation is temporarily suspended.
Cooperation is open to discussion.
This is no longer a test.
This was the first time the Jade Emperor had truly placed Chen Fan in a position where he could share the spoils.
In the back warehouse, the White-Browed Old Buddha also heard some of the whispers, and his face twisted in surprise.
"Jade Emperor! How dare you associate with this traitor—"
The Jade Emperor didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Shut up."
Just two words.
The white-browed Buddha statue was slapped in the face, its cheeks burning, yet it dared not utter a single word in response.
Chen Fan saw all of this and couldn't help but smile.
Status is something that can't be achieved by talking.
We have to rob it.
Having secured this opportunity today, who in the Three Realms would still dare to consider him a lucky transmigrator?
He is the one who holds the reins of the system.
He is someone who can change the Buddhist order.
He is someone even the Jade Emperor would have to recalculate.
The panel flashed again.
[Identity concealed and stable]
[The permissions for continuing the story have been solidified]
[Currently, 917 low-order nodes of the same origin can be covered]
[Note: Your identity at this stage has been confirmed]
Chen Fan's chest trembled slightly as he looked at the words.
The sequel writer.
This name sounds strange.
That's ruthless enough.
Don't just follow other people's stories.
It's about tearing apart someone else's story and rewriting it in your own words.
Sun Wukong swept away the last row of Buddhist soldiers blocking his way with a single blow, then turned back and laughed as he stepped on the ruins.
"Old Chen, what you did today was even more outrageous than when I, Old Sun, wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"
Chen Fan replied.
"That's called causing trouble."
"I'm taking over this mess."
Pigsy came running back with his belly bulging, a golden pill still dangling from his mouth, and mumbled, "Brother Fan, delay a little longer, I'll go and empty out that warehouse behind them too!"
"go."
"Alright!"
Pigsy turned and ran.
Sha Wujing withdrew his left wing and returned to Chen Fan's side with his staff.
Red Boy also fell from mid-air, his spear tip still flaming.
With several people surrounding them, the center of the back warehouse was immediately stabilized.
But just then...
The enormous golden lotus in the sky suddenly stopped blooming slowly.
It jolted violently.
The whole sky seemed to tremble.
next moment.
One foot stepped out from the deepest part of the golden lotus.
The foot landed without making a sound.
All the Buddha lights in the back hall suddenly sank downwards.
It's like welcoming.
It looks like he's kneeling.
The White-Browed Buddha immediately prostrated himself even lower, flattening his entire body, and his voice cracked from shouting.
"Welcome the true form of Buddha!"
Sun Wukong's smile vanished instantly.
Pigsy stopped running and swallowed the golden pill in his mouth with a gulp.
Sha Wujing gripped his staff tightly.
Red Boy looked up, and for the first time, his eyes were no longer relaxed.
Chen Fan also raised his head.
Within the golden lotus, the figure had not yet fully emerged.
With just one step, the entire back garage began to collapse.
The wall is cracked.
The column broke.
The floor tiles were flipped up one by one.
Even the broken platform under his command was groaning in despair, on the verge of collapse.
The system panel is constantly issuing alarms.
[Warning: The high-level body is completely close]
[Warning: The author's permissions have been suppressed by the superior.]
[Warning: Direct contact expected, extremely brief]
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
finally come.
The true Tathagata.
But before he could give another order, an untimely rustling sound of chair legs scraping came from further away outside the back warehouse.
It's very light.
But it was more piercing than any Buddhist deity.
It was as if someone stood up from their seat.
Even the Jade Emperor turned his head sharply at that sound.
Heavenly Court Viewing Ceremony.
The Underworld Observer's Seat.
The remaining seats in the demon court.
Everyone who could witness this battle looked in the same direction.
There has always been a spot there.
The front row.
From the start of the battle until now, that person has remained motionless and silent, as if he were merely there to watch the show.
just now.
He stood up.
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The chair made a creaking sound.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to that direction.
front row.
The front row.
The person who had always been like a shadow has finally stood up.
He was neither tall nor strong. He didn't emit even a trace of magical light. But as soon as he stood up, the golden patterns on the Heavenly Court's viewing platform dimmed, two of the ghost lamps on the Underworld side went out with a "poof," and even the few great demons on the remaining seats of the Demon Court who were stubbornly refusing to kneel involuntarily bent over.
The Jade Emperor stared at that direction, his face darkening for the first time.
Laozi didn't speak, but the end of his whisk trembled slightly.
Above the rear warehouse, the golden lotus had been completely spread out.
Within the lotus heart, Buddhist light condensed into a hand, then half a body, and further back, a face that no one dared to look directly at.
The true Tathagata.
It is not a Dharma image, not a projection, nor a substitute used by Buddhism to suppress its influence.
The real body has arrived.
The white-browed old Buddha knelt below, his forehead hitting the ground directly, his voice trembling.
"This disciple respectfully welcomes the Buddha."
Buddha did not look at him.
Those eyes fell down, first looking at Chen Fan's chest, then at the half-finished third page, and finally at the person who had just stood up at the very front of the audience.
The air felt as if it were being gripped by two hands.
On one side is the supreme Buddhist order.
On one side is the first audience member who watched the play until the very end and finally stood up.
The two forces collided, and the four walls of the rear warehouse cracked first.
Cracks climbed from the wall to the ground and then up to the dome.
Tang Sanzang's face was pale, his hands trembling inside his sleeves, yet he stubbornly refused to back down. The white dragon horse lowered its head, its hooves going weak. The Bull Demon King cursed, and just as he was about to step forward with his sword, his body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, his knees buckling, and he almost knelt down on the spot.
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his staff held horizontally in front of him, his hair standing on end.
"Old Chen, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest today."
Chen Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the two people above, and felt even clearer-headed.
What I fear most now is not strength.
They are of one mind.
As long as both sides still have their own agendas, he can still find a way to slip through.
The spectator stood beside the broken platform, his previous haughty air gone for the first time. Caught in the middle, he was like a piece of paper scorched by flames at both ends, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
The first audience member spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
However, it directly overwhelmed the Buddhist chants throughout the venue.
"The real bodies have all come down."
"You seem to be in a hurry."
Buddha looked at him, his expression unchanging.
"You stood up too."
"It seems you're no longer willing to play the bystander."
One sentence to another.
No one was polite.
The entire audience felt their scalps tingle.
It turns out these two weren't working together at all.
The White-Browed Buddha, who had initially intended to use the situation to pressure Chen Fan, didn't even dare to raise his head now. He had already realized that what the Buddha cared about wasn't necessarily the outcome of this current match. And the person in the front row wasn't there to support Buddhism.
Both sides are heading towards the same thing.
The only difference is the method.
Buddha's gaze returned to Chen Fan.
"Hand over the true core."
This time, I'm being even more direct.
They're not even bothering to cover it up anymore.
The system core in Chen Fan's chest suddenly contracted, and the blood-red panel jumped wildly.
[Warning: Increased risk of price lock-up at high levels]
[WARNING: Core anchor point exposed]
[Recommendation: Immediately disconnect the bottom-level logs]
He looked at the panel and smiled.
Cut off?
Cutting off the supply now would be a dead end.
The first spectator also looked at him, his eyes cold.
"Give me the third page."
"As for how far you write it, and whether the ending still counts, that's up to me."
Chen Fan understood.
The Buddha needs the true core, the anchor point. He needs to reclaim the system and firmly grasp the handle of the deletion realm.
The first audience member wants the third page; they want to know if the play can continue, and who has the authority to make the final decision.
One needs a knife handle.
One page is needed.
Everyone wanted to strangle him.
The observer's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally spoke in a low voice.
"Gentlemen... this place is still within the scroll."
Before he could finish speaking, the first audience member glanced at him.
Just a quick scan.
The broken platform beneath the feet of the spectator cracked open in half with a "crack".
He shut up.
This made even the Jade Emperor's eyelids twitch.
This person, who usually stands on the outside like a referee, has now become the most awkward one in the middle.
Chen Fan suddenly burst out laughing.
The laughter was not loud.
In the midst of such intense pressure, it sounded particularly jarring.
The white-browed old Buddha suddenly looked up, staring at him as if he were a madman.
"You can still laugh when you're about to die?"
Chen Fan ignored him and only looked at the two people in the sky and on the ground.
"OK."
"You all want it."
"Then I'll show everyone what you're fighting over."
Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at him.
"What are you going to do now?"
Chen Fan flipped his hand and pressed it directly onto the broken table.
The system panel was instantly filled.
A blood-red light curtain shot into the sky.
It's not about attacking or killing.
It is public.
He suddenly revealed the diary entries he had been keeping hidden.
The first part is illuminated in mid-air.
[Boundary Deletion Request Record]
[Initiator: Highest Authority in the Western Buddhist Realm]
[Note: Recover out-of-control plot points and erase deviations from the anchor point]
[Issued Seal: Tathagata]
The moment this line of text appeared, the Buddhist audience erupted in uproar.
"nonsense!"
"Who dares to forge the Buddha's mark!"
"shut up!"
The White-Browed Buddha's face turned green, and he immediately cursed, "Spreading heresy and misleading the public!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed again.
The second segment pops up.
[System Deployment Records]
[Target audience: Chen Fan]
[Distribution Channel: Guanyin Zhe]
[Original command: Allow offsetting along the main line and observe the offset value]
The observer's expression changed.
This time, things have really changed.
He instinctively took a half step back, as if trying to extricate himself from the situation.
But everyone in the room was already staring at him.
The Jade Emperor narrowed his eyes.
Lao Tzu asked for the first time, "So you've also entered the fray."
On the other side of the underworld, the ten Kings of Hell almost simultaneously looked at the spectator, their expressions not very pleasant.
They had previously only considered this person as someone who kept a record of events.
Only now do I realize that this person had already gotten involved.
Chen Fan didn't stop.
The third section was torn open directly.
[Viewing Permission Supplement]
[First spectator seat approved by default]
[Note: Observation is possible, but no intervention is required]
[Supplementary Clause: The right to correct any inaccuracies in the outcome is reserved]
This one came out.
The entire back garage was silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
The first spectator's face finally fell.
That wasn't Xiao Nu who had been exposed.
Someone forcibly dragged his hand, which had been resting offstage, onto the stage.
Over at the remnants of the Demon Court, an old demon murmured something.
"So he knew all along."
I know the Buddhist community wants to delete this.
I know that the Amitabha Buddha has entered the system.
I know that someone is watching the whole show with tacit approval.
He wasn't just passing by.
He watched the whole thing.
They even sat in the front row from the very beginning.
Sun Wukong looked at the words in the sky and grinned.
"OK."
"One wanted to smash the chessboard, one secretly slipped in chess pieces, and one sat on the sidelines watching the show."
"They've finally shown their faces today."
Tang Sanzang also raised his head, and the fire that had been simmering in his eyes for a long time finally burst forth.
"You talk about sentient beings, about education, about order every day."
"So all living beings are just things for you to write and delete."
The White-Browed Buddha grew anxious and kowtowed to the Buddha.
"My Buddha, this person is defaming me, I will immediately—"
"Shut up."
The Buddha only uttered two words.
The White-Browed Buddha froze on the spot, his head pressed firmly against the ground, and he dared not utter another sound.
Because those few lines of the log are not fake.
At least, there's something real in there.
When Buddha looked at Chen Fan, his gaze was no longer that of someone indifferently retrieving a lost item.
It's like looking at a thorn stuck in your hand.
"You think you can survive by revealing these things?"
Chen Fan grinned, his teeth still stained with blood.
"I was already dying."
"Then let's all suffer together."
As soon as he said that...
The rules of the back library were completely exposed.
It's not the wind.
Heavier than the wind.
It's like countless invisible threads intertwining in mid-air.
The golden lotus of the Buddhist temple pressed down.
The invisible boundary in front of the stands was pushed forward.
The broken platform beneath the sutra observer's feet cracked repeatedly, pages flying everywhere. Each page was like a knife, slicing the space into pieces.
The Jade Emperor raised his hand and pressed down on the illusory imperial seal, uttering a low shout: "Retreat!"
Those watching from the Heavenly Court all retreated.
The underworld was even more straightforward; the Ten Kings of Hell simply moved the viewing area back three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
Someone at the remnant of the Demon Court was half a step too slow. Their shoulder bumped into a wisp of overflowing chaotic rules, and half of their body instantly shattered into a bloody mist, without even a complete scream.
The Bull Demon King's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched, and he grabbed Red Boy and dragged him backward.
"Don't be reckless, you'll be gone in a second!"
Sun Wukong didn't retreat an inch, slamming his staff into the ground to protect Chen Fan.
"Old Chen, you've really gone too far with this move."
"We've already done it."
Chen Fan's chest heaved violently, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness.
"Now we'll see who can't hold back first."
This is his only path.
If Buddha were to strike first and seize the core, the audience would not be happy.
If the first audience member takes the third page, Buddha is even less likely to agree.
He can catch his breath as long as the two of them are staring at each other.
The observer stood between two oppressive forces, sweat already beading on his forehead.
He looked at Chen Fan as if he were looking at this insignificant person, whom he had judged to be a variable all along, for the first time.
"From the very beginning, you never intended to be a dutiful pawn."
Chen Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.
"You've already implanted a system into my body, and you expect me to thank you?"
Another loud bang.
A black hole collapsed directly in the middle of the rear storage area.
That wasn't an ordinary crack.
What you flip up is the blank space at the very bottom of the scroll.
Whoever falls in, there won't even be a trace left.
The Buddha raised his hand.
A finger fell.
There are no fancy designs.
It means to press.
The entire back garage sank down.
The first audience member also raised their eyes.
The invisible boundary in front of him truly took shape for the first time, like a page turned halfway through, forcefully blocking the Buddha's finger in mid-air.
The moment of impact.
The three realms trembled simultaneously.
Countless monkeys rolled on the ground in Huaguo Mountain.
The golden statues of ten thousand Buddhas on Mount Ling trembled in unison.
The white jade steps outside the Lingxiao Palace cracked more than a dozen times.
Everyone was stunned.
Two high positions have indeed aligned.
And it wasn't acted.
The Buddha's voice lowered.
"You want to protect him?"
The first audience member said coldly, "I only want to keep page three."
"With his death, chaos will ensue."
The Buddha said, "I will take the true core with me."
The first audience member responded even more forcefully.
"No one can touch the anchor points on the page before the ending is determined."
One sentence at a time.
Tit for tat.
The person contemplating the sutra was caught in the middle, his breathing erratic. He, who was responsible for reading the pages, contemplating the sutra, and noting the shifts, now seemed to be the one least qualified to speak.
Chen Fan felt a sudden sense of relief.
It became.
It's really stuck on both sides.
Just as he was about to take advantage of this break to finish the third page, the system panel on his chest suddenly started flashing wildly.
[Warning: Publishing blog posts may trigger legal action]
[Warning: Spectator access is under review]
[Warning: There are high-level objections raised outside the venue]
next moment.
The first spectator suddenly turned his head.
This time, he did not look at Buddha.
I didn't even look at the Amitabha Buddha.
He was looking at Chen Fan.
For the first time, those eyes, which had always seemed so distant, truly landed on Chen Fan's face.
All the noise from the back garage disappeared instantly.
Even the turbulent, swirling currents of rules seemed to pause for a moment.
The first audience member spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
But it made my scalp tingle more than any of the previous collisions.
"Who gave you permission?"
"Write the audience into the play."
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The back of the road was eerily quiet.
After the first audience member finished speaking, even the Buddha's light on the golden lotus seemed to have shrunk.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally in front of him, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, staring at the man as if he were about to swing it at any moment.
The rosary in Tang Sanzang's hand stopped in mid-air, his eyelids twitching.
The white dragon horse snorted softly, its four hooves digging four shallow pits in the ground.
The Bull Demon King wiped the blood from his face and cursed, "Damn it, you can even find your ancestors in a play."
Chen Fan did not turn around.
His chest was still burning.
The system core felt as if it were being pressed down by the Buddha's hand, or pulled by another hand.
Both sides are vying for it.
He looked at the first audience member and suddenly smiled.
"Otherwise what?"
The moment those words were uttered, the entire audience trembled.
Many figures in the front row looked up at the same time.
Some people slammed their fists on the table and stood up, some cowered in their seats and pretended to be dead, and some tried to back up, but their chairs got stuck as soon as they slid backward.
The first spectator's gaze turned cold.
Do you know who you're writing about?
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down on the rolled-up black and gold file.
"Know."
"You've been sitting up there watching for so long."
"Of course, he's a character too."
boom!
It was as if an invisible hammer had smashed directly onto the entire audience.
The phantom image of the torn page in the sky above Lingxiao's back warehouse suddenly flipped to the third page.
Originally, only half of that page was written.
At this moment, a line of text crawled out from the bottom.
The characters are written very slowly.
It's like someone scraping wood with a blunt knife.
Observing is also a form of participation.
The moment those seven characters were formed, the audience erupted in cheers.
"Nonsense!"
"We're just spectators!"
"Who gave them the audacity to change the rules for the audience seating!"
"Clear your seats! Clear your seats now!"
The shouts immediately turned into chaos.
In the Heavenly Court's viewing area, several old officials lifted the corners of their robes, intending to leave.
Over at the remnants of the Demon Court, several powerful demon figures turned into smoke, attempting to dissipate into the outer void.
The underworld's audience is the most ruthless.
A dark-faced judge overturned the table and disappeared into the shadows of the Gate of Hell.
But as soon as they moved, the words on the third page lit up.
It's not golden light.
It wasn't Buddha's light either.
It was a layer of grayish-black color.
Like an old ledger soaked in water and then dried in the sun, leaving behind that dull, dirty color.
The next instant, the sound of chains echoed throughout the entire audience area.
Splash!
Passed from the first row to the last row.
A wire extends from under everyone's seat.
It's as thin as a hair.
Fast as a needle.
Every shot is accurate.
Some were nailed to the ankle.
Some wrapped it around their wrists.
Some were directly tied to the seats and their shadows.
The black-faced judge who had tried to enter the gate of hell had already gone halfway in when he was pulled back by the thread and slammed face down in front of the mat, his ghostly teeth flying everywhere.
He rolled over and yelled, "What's it to me! I only glanced at it twice!"
The third page will light up again.
Below the phrase "observation is also participation," a row of small annotations appeared.
Every presence leaves a trace.
Any trace left behind is recorded in the account.
"Go to hell!" The dark-faced judge's eyes turned red, and he raised his hand to cut the thread.
When the ghost blade struck, not a spark appeared; instead, the blade shot up his arm from the back.
Click.
His right arm split open on the spot.
What emerged was not blood, but wisps of gray mist.
The judge's face turned pale on the spot.
"My merit book... it's deducting from my book!"
This shout startled everyone, and chaos ensued.
What are audiences most afraid of?
The worst thing is actually getting involved.
Even if they curse loudly while watching a play, they are still standing on the shore.
The ground beneath our feet has collapsed.
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, then he grinned.
"good!"
"It should have been done a long time ago!"
"You all sit there with your legs crossed, watching me, Old Sun, get beaten up, watching my junior brother bleed, and then you think you can just clap your hands and leave?"
"Keep dreaming!"
He hit the ground with a stick.
A long crack appeared in the back of the parking lot, extending right to the front row of the stands.
Those figures who had been so high and mighty suddenly looked even more unpleasant.
The first audience member didn't move.
He simply raised his hand and gently tapped the small mallet beside him.
thump.
The sound wasn't loud.
The words on the third page swayed.
Each of the thin threads trembled as well.
Clearly, this guy really knows how to break the rules.
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
This guy is no ordinary viewer.
This is the leader of the audience.
In fact, he was the one in charge of the entire spectator seating arrangement.
The first audience member looked at Chen Fan, his voice still flat.
"You've gone too far."
"There are limits to spectating."
"You have no right to levy taxes beyond your jurisdiction."
Chen Fan retorted directly, "They've been watching me the whole way, and you call that 'having boundaries'?"
"When the Buddha struck, who among them closed their eyes?"
"Which of them left the scene while the Jade Emperor was observing?"
"I read it. I remembered it. I even placed bets on it."
"Now that something's happened, you want to say you never even touched this kind of play?"
"It's too late."
As soon as the last two words were uttered, the ink on the third page suddenly spread out.
This time it's not just a few wires.
It's in large areas.
Above the audience seats, countless fine threads hung down from nowhere, densely packed, like an upside-down net.
Those in the front row were the first to be affected.
An elderly man draped in a long robe adorned with star patterns stood up and roared, "Insolence! I am from the Thirty-Three Heavens—"
Before he could finish speaking, a thin thread got wrapped around his mouth.
Yi Le.
His whole face was contorted.
Immediately afterwards, the jade chair he was sitting on cracked open, and a string of characters emerged from the crack, striking him directly in the chest.
The old man looked down and his pupils shrank.
Two words floated on his chest.
Already noted.
He felt as if he had been whipped, and his breath immediately dropped.
The figures standing nearby turned pale upon seeing this.
"She's really keeping accounts!"
"Break the table quickly!"
"Can't be disconnected! The seats are locked!"
"Who locked it?!"
No one answered.
Because the Buddha spoke.
That's enough.
As soon as those two words were uttered, the Buddha's light on the golden lotus intensified.
A Buddha's palm pressed down from mid-air.
This time, Chen Fan wasn't targeted.
It didn't affect Sun Wukong either.
Press the button directly on the front row seat where the first audience member is located.
The entire audience was stunned for a moment.
Even the White-Browed Buddha looked up abruptly, as if he hadn't expected it.
The Buddha's voice was very faint.
"The audience is in disarray; the authorities must take action."
He spoke in a grand and dignified manner.
Anyone could tell.
He's using this as an opportunity to dump shares.
Since the audience has already been dragged in, let's start by cutting the seat of the first audience member.
The first audience member looked up, and a hint of anger finally appeared in his eyes.
"Tathagata"
"You certainly know how to pick your time."
The Buddha's palm has arrived.
An entire row of seats in the front row collapsed on the spot.
Before the dozen or so high-ranking figures could even stand firmly, they were pressed down by the Buddha's palm, and the rules beneath them peeled away layer by layer.
One of the men, wearing a golden crown, shouted, "The Buddhist community has gone mad! They're even attacking the very people they invited to observe!"
The old Buddha with white eyebrows twitched his lips twice, but he didn't dare to utter a single word.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched as he read it.
Good guy.
It really bit.
The Buddha borrowed a knife to cut the mat.
If the first spectator doesn't retaliate, half of the front-row seats will be wasted.
really.
next second.
The first audience member raises the gavel.
This time it wasn't a light tap.
It's about smashing it directly.
thump—
With a muffled thud, the entire back garage seemed to have been overturned.
The jade tables on the celestial viewing platform were all shattered in two.
Behind the Buddhist statue is a golden throne, the legs of which sink three inches into the ground.
Even the Buddha's palm, which was pressing down, paused for a moment in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, a line of black text shot up from above the head of the first audience member.
Those who spectate the battle pay a war tax.
The moment the words "war tax" were uttered, the air seemed to thicken.
The Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment, then almost burst out laughing.
"There's such a thing?"
"You have to pay to watch the show?"
Sun Wukong laughed even louder, pointing towards the Heavenly Court and yelling, "Hand it over! Hand it all over to me, Old Sun!"
"I usually stand on high ground and have a great view."
"Now it's your turn to bleed!"
The first spectator remained expressionless, striking the gavel three times in quick succession.
Boom, boom, boom.
Each shot landed in a different place.
The first thing that happened was that a large list appeared above the Heavenly Court's viewing area.
Each seat on the list is followed by a string of numbers.
The second time, a row of red marks appeared at the back of the Buddhist audience.
The marks were like branding irons, searing the tops of each Buddhist soldier's head.
The third time, a fine line appeared on the bodies of the heavenly soldiers and Buddhist troops outside the rear warehouse.
Like a debt contract.
First, it was the neck.
It spreads further up to the chest.
Someone reached out to wipe it off, but couldn't.
One of the heavenly generals' faces changed, and he hurriedly looked at the Jade Emperor: "Your Majesty! This humble general was clearly protecting you!"
The Jade Emperor sat in the Emperor's Shadow, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Before he could speak, another divine general beside him had already let out a wail.
"My incense! It's falling!"
The situation is even worse in the Buddhist community.
A group of Buddhist soldiers were originally lined up to guard the scene.
Now a small funnel appears on everyone's chest.
The Buddha's light was flowing out of the funnel.
It doesn't flow very fast.
It's frighteningly stable.
A golden-bodied Arhat reached out to block it, but his palm was immediately burned, leaving a scorch mark. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"Why should the Buddhist army be charged a spectator tax?"
The first audience member replied casually.
"You've arrived."
"You've seen it."
"You should pay."
That's a really harsh statement.
The Buddhist army and the heavenly soldiers were all speechless.
Because he left no room for error in his explanation.
Chen Fan found it amusing.
This is the benefit of high-level mutual biting.
Nobody should pretend to be innocent.
The area around the back warehouse was in complete chaos.
Some spectators were cursing angrily, some Buddhist soldiers were pressing down the funnel, some heavenly generals were busy sealing debt contracts, and the ghost officials of the underworld were howling in unison while holding their respective books.
"Reprint immediately!"
"It can't be fixed!"
"Who shut down the tax revenue channel!"
"It can't be shut down; this tax chain has become the main battleground!"
Chen Fan's eyes flashed, and he immediately looked down at the dossier.
really.
On the black and gold dossier, the dark groove that was almost bottomless was slowly rising.
It's not incense.
It is not a meritorious deed.
It's something more complicated.
Resentment, staring, betting, escape route, hesitation.
It's a complete mess, everything's come in.
The system panel also displayed a row of prompts.
[Entry successful]
[Observer privileges have been changed]
[Number of participants: Continuously increasing]
[Improved completeness of the third page]
[Zhenge Certification Progress: 96%]
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
It was so close.
It's just a little bit away from getting the official certification.
The Buddha also saw it.
For the first time, his drooping eyes truly fell on the third page.
The light on the golden lotus had cooled down a bit.
"You can use the spectator seats to supplement your score."
"very good."
The moment those four words were uttered, the entire Buddhist formation tensed up.
Chen Fan looked up and replied directly, "Thanks for the reminder."
"If you hadn't been in the first row, I really wouldn't have had such a good run."
Upon hearing this, even many celestial observers wanted to laugh, but they managed to hold it in.
The white-browed old Buddha's face twitched for a long time before he finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "You madman! How dare you be so insolent before the Buddha!"
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
"Shut up."
"It's not your place to interrupt."
The old Buddha with white eyebrows choked, his face turning red, but he dared not actually rush down.
The chaotic battle just now, with its strict rules, even made someone of his level feel uneasy.
Whoever leaves the game first has to pay the price.
Just then, at the very bottom of the third page, the phrase "observing is also participating" suddenly moved down half an inch.
Leave one line empty.
Chen Fan paused, his breath catching in his throat.
coming.
The real final step.
The entire back warehouse seemed to have noticed, and the noise subsided somewhat.
Even the first spectator stopped hammering.
The Buddha did not intervene again.
All eyes were fixed on that blank line.
The voice of the system's true core exploded directly in Chen Fan's mind.
The final certification requirements have been met.
Please make the final decision on this page.
Please select: Delete
[Alternatively: Continue the story]
Chen Fan's finger was already pressed against the edge of the file.
He hadn't even spoken yet.
Suddenly, a drop of ink appeared on that blank line.
It's not his handwriting.
It's not a system font either.
It's more like another hand, taking the initiative to write.
Chen Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Chapter 238 Delete or Continue?
A drop of ink fell onto the blank page.
very slow.
It's as if someone deliberately wrote it for everyone to see.
Chen Fan's hand was still on the edge of the file, his eyes darkened, and he didn't move.
The drop of ink dragged downwards, forming a horizontal line.
Then he paused again.
It's like they're waiting.
Who will speak first?
The back of the road was eerily quiet.
The Buddha stood in mid-air, his golden body motionless, the Buddha's light pressing down so hard that even the sutra racks rattled.
The first spectator's small gavel remained on the edge of the table, his face still expressionless.
The illusory image of the Jade Emperor's seal trembled slightly, as if someone behind him had changed their sitting posture.
Sun Wukong couldn't hold back any longer.
He slammed the golden cudgel to the ground.
"Who are you trying to fool with this act of ghosts and spirits?"
"If you're going to write, then write. If you're not going to write, I, Old Sun, will tear this page out first."
The drop of ink actually stopped.
It was as if he had cursed me with just one sentence.
Many spectators felt their eyelids twitch.
Only this monkey in the Three Realms would dare to shout and tear apart the "True Core Certification Page" at a time like this.
Chen Fan looked down at that page, and the voice of the system's true core in his mind had changed.
It lacks the mechanical feel it used to have.
It's more like someone who's been exhausted for a long time, forcing themselves to speak.
[Multiple interferences detected]
Public statements are permitted prior to the final ruling.
【delete】
[Continue writing]
[A reason must be given for its validity.]
Chen Fan's eyes flashed.
Public statement.
These words dragged everyone onto the stage.
really.
Buddha spoke first.
"This world has been out of order for a long time."
"When the meridians break, chaos ensues in the audience; a person who writes the opposite of the story emerges within the play, and even the audience is dragged into the drama."
"Keep it there; it will only create more smudges."
"Delete it and rebuild the scripture; that is the right way."
His voice wasn't loud.
With each word spoken, the back of the warehouse would tremble.
Those old Buddhist scriptures turned pages automatically.
Page after page, each page is a collection of the various aspects of life after being organized.
The Journey to the West.
The list of those who conferred titles upon Buddhas.
Heavenly Laws.
The cycle of reincarnation in the underworld.
Every part fits perfectly.
Like a box that's made too neatly.
Tang Sanzang stared at the pages of scriptures, glanced at them, and then laughed.
"That sounds nice."
"Delete us, and rewrite a me who can kowtow, a white dragon who can pull a cart, and a monkey who can obey orders."
"You're not helping people."
"You're complaining that living people are too noisy."
A single sentence was uttered.
The Buddhist monks all wore cold expressions.
Many Arhats stared at him, their eyes practically piercing.
Tang Sanzang was not intimidated at all, and pointed to the sutra image.
"This humble monk has come this far, witnessing people eating each other, seeing gods using people as numbers, and seeing Buddhas using suffering as a stepping stone."
"It's a bit chaotic."
"At least for now, people are alive."
"It's not a clay figure cast from a mold."
"If I had to choose, I'd choose to continue writing."
Even if tomorrow is more chaotic, it's still better than this fake compassion today.
His words were too impulsive.
Little White Dragon gasped in surprise.
But the next second, the remnants of the Demon Court erupted in chaos.
The Bull Demon King slapped the armrest.
"That's right!"
"Delete the world? Ask Old Cow if he'll agree first!"
Red Boy sat beside him, grinning arrogantly.
"Dad, why are you asking?"
"Whoever dares to delete it, burn them."
The moment the father and son started talking, the scene became even more chaotic.
Many people in the audience turned pale.
Finally, a voice came from the Jade Emperor's side.
It is not the imperial seal.
It is the Jade Emperor himself.
"Continuing the story is not out of the question."
"There should be rules for allowing sequels."
"The Heavenly Court can yield a step."
"Preserve the framework of the Three Realms. Preserve the order of all departments. Preserve the foundation of the divine position."
"Under this premise, revising the scriptures is not necessarily out of the question."
He spoke very steadily.
It's like bestowing a favor.
The meaning behind the words is quite clear.
You can leave it as is.
But it must be continued according to the version written by the Heavenly Court.
To put it bluntly, it's just a change of cover; the inside is still the same old ledger.
Sun Wukong laughed as soon as he heard that.
It's the kind of disgusted smile you only show when you see a rotten peach.
"You really dare to open your mouth."
"Your rules ruined Huaguo Mountain back then."
"You think you can fool us with this now?"
He swung his golden cudgel, raising the head of the cudgel directly into the air.
"I'm putting my words out there today."
"Whoever deletes Flower Fruit Mountain, I'll go smash them up too."
"You're the Buddha, so smash the Buddha first."
"If you're the Jade Emperor, I'll go to Heaven and smash up the Lingxiao Palace too."
"Everyone is the same."
Upon hearing this, many people in the audience changed their expressions.
Even the most ruthless Sun Wukong in the past was still a player in the game.
This monkey really doesn't respect any superiors anymore.
The Jade Emperor fell silent for a moment.
A cold light flashed across the imperial seal.
Buddha looked at Sun Wukong with a gaze as cold as a knife.
"You wicked monkey."
Sun Wukong grinned, showing his teeth.
"Why are you calling me grandpa?"
With a loud bang.
The Buddha's light pressed down.
The shadow of the stick soared into the sky.
As soon as the two forces collided, Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down on the dossier.
The black and gold pages jolted violently.
A line of ink shot out from the page and ran horizontally across the middle.
Cut the Buddha's light and the shadow of the stick together.
All the bookshelves in the back section shook.
Chen Fan looked up, glanced at Buddha, and then glanced at the Jade Emperor.
"It's not time for you to make your move yet."
"Since genuine core technologies require public presentations, then no one should try to take them."
His voice wasn't loud.
But as soon as he said that, the ink on the core page started moving again.
It looked like he was nodding.
The Buddha's gaze deepened.
The first audience member finally tapped on the edge of the table.
It's very light.
The entire room fell silent again.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"And you."
"You've written the audience into the play. You've dismantled the narrative. You've torn the old pages to shreds."
"Now you can choose."
"Delete or continue?"
Chen Fan did not answer immediately.
He first looked at Zongwu.
The old man who had followed him all the way to the back warehouse had half of his sleeve torn, his face was pale, but his eyes were still bright.
Zong Wu coughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed.
"What are you looking at me for at a time like this?"
You already knew what was going on.
Chen Fan smiled.
"It's rare for you to say something sensible, so of course I have to listen."
Zong Wu rolled his eyes and pointed to the blank page.
"Continue writing, don't just change the name and keep deceiving."
"If you really want to continue, you need to have a starting point first."
"This starting point is neither a new set of heavenly laws nor a new set of Buddhist scriptures."
"It's about presenting the truth."
"Who is writing this story, who is reading it, and who treats all living beings as puppets on a stage? Let's lay them all out first."
"If you can't elaborate, then continuing the story is just another way of saying it."
"It'll rot back to its original state sooner or later."
That's a very strong statement.
It's also very accurate.
Many of the smart people in the audience understood it immediately.
Even the first spectator glanced at Zongwu twice.
The Jade Emperor remained silent.
The Buddha's expression grew even colder.
Because this statement is like peeling away the layer of skin they least wanted to expose.
Chen Fan was also shocked.
Yes.
Deleting and continuing are never choices that are literally made.
Delete, simple.
With one palm strike, everything was wiped out.
Continuing, it's difficult to find many more.
It's not about patching an old wall with a layer of plaster.
We need to dig the dead bodies out of the wall first so that everyone can see them.
Tang Sanzang took a step forward.
"This humble monk agrees."
"Reveal the truth first."
"Explain clearly what the journey to the West is, what becoming a Buddha is, and what the audience is."
"Let people choose what to believe."
"That's what you call a sequel."
Little White Dragon gritted his teeth and spoke up.
I agree.
"I don't want to be on anyone's roster anymore."
The Bull Demon King laughed loudly.
"Okay, Old Niu loves hearing that kind of talk!"
Red Boy held up the Fire-Tipped Spear.
"Let's get rid of those stupid rules first."
The audience was in complete chaos.
People in the underworld were whispering among themselves.
The demon king slammed his fist on the table.
The gods in Heaven, however, found the story increasingly unsettling.
If the truth were to be revealed, many things would be impossible to cover up.
A golden light flashed in the Buddha's eyes.
"the truth?"
"Nature cannot bear it."
"Showing it to them will only make things more chaotic."
Chen Fan looked up.
"It's chaotic, at least it's true."
"Your method of stability comes at the cost of suppressing everyone."
Buddha stared at him.
"Do you think you can salvage the situation by continuing the story?"
"You have merely moved fire from one storehouse to the entire Three Realms."
"The number of people who die will only increase."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Possibly."
"But that's the path they forged themselves."
"You didn't delete it for them."
These words were spoken.
It felt like something had hit the back of the car.
The ink suddenly spread out on that blank page.
Two lines of text slowly appeared.
[Delete: Reset to zero, reconstruct stable samples]
[Continue writing: Preserve the disorder, open up the unknown consequences]
Everyone saw it.
This is the first time.
The consequences are written so clearly in the eukaryotes.
There was no embellishment.
There was no cover-up.
Deleting it is a sure thing.
Continue, and you will be responsible for the consequences.
The first viewer's eyes finally showed a slight change when he looked at those two lines of text.
"You're a lot like some people from the past."
"When I see bad rules, I want to flip the table."
"But what happens after that?"
"Can you really write a new page?"
Chen Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Whether it's good or bad, just write it first."
"I hate people like you the most."
"Using 'it might cause chaos' as an excuse, they broke other people's pens first."
Sun Wukong laughed heartily.
"Well said!"
"Anyone who dares to break a pen, I'll break their bones too!"
This time, Buddha ignored the monkey.
He stared at Chen Fan, as if he had finally made a judgment.
"You are not suited to holding this position."
"You're too biased."
"Too chaotic."
"That's too indulgent."
Chen Fan countered, "Are you suitable?"
"Delete all the disobedient ones, is that what you call suitable?"
The Buddha did not answer.
He simply raised his right hand.
The moment that hand moved, the entire back warehouse began to gather its power.
It was heavier than any of the previous times.
It wasn't hitting anyone.
It's a page.
The Jade Emperor's imperial seal trembled, as if he wanted to stop it, or perhaps he was calculating whether it was worth stopping him.
The first spectator's gaze sharpened slightly, and he gently raised the gavel, but did not bring it down.
Everyone on the field realized what was happening.
Buddha didn't want to hear anymore.
He wanted to break the page on the spot.
Sun Wukong was the first to move.
"You old bald monk, how dare you!"
The golden cudgel crashed down with a thunderous roar.
Tang Sanzang also made a hand seal, and his cassock flew out directly.
The Bull Demon King, Red Boy, and the White Dragon charged forward at the same time.
Zongwu immediately cursed, "Damn it, he's really going to force me to delete it!"
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The system's true core notifications kept popping up.
【warning】
[High-level forced termination detected]
[Page 3 incomplete]
If a page is broken, this final ruling will lock it for deletion.
Page 3!
Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.
He finally grasped the key.
It's not time to choose.
Only after completing the third page do you have the right to make a choice.
The first two pages are about breaking the deadlock.
The third page is where the truth begins to be revealed.
He stepped forward and pressed his palm heavily onto the scripture.
"Don't anyone get in my way!"
"Give me three breaths!"
Sun Wukong turned around and cursed.
"Three breaths? You fucking write it now!"
The Buddha's light in the Buddha's palm had already pressed down on his head.
The entire rear storage area is sinking.
The frame broke.
Old pages are flipping through the air.
The hand was so big it covered half the sky, and it went straight for the black and gold scripture in front of Chen Fan.
Chen Fan bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the third page.
The ink light exploded.
But the Buddha's palm came even faster.
next moment.
The Buddha's palm had already struck the top of the sutra.
Chapter 239 (Fragment)
The Buddha's palm descended.
The sky above the back warehouse looked like a whole golden wall had crashed down.
The book made a sound first.
It's not fried.
It's a crack.
"Click—"
A gash was violently torn open in the center of the third page.
Tear it from the corner all the way to the middle.
The black and gold pages flipped up, like a piece of bone about to break.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched violently.
It’s over.
Any worse and this page would be completely ruined.
One page is wasted, the intention is broken.
If the intention is broken, all the preceding words will fall apart.
The Buddha's palm strike was not intended to kill anyone at all.
He wanted to turn the idea of "continuing the story" into a joke.
The Buddha's light from above was pressed even lower.
The Buddha's voice descended from beneath his palm, chillingly cold.
"You've written enough."
"It's time to collect it."
"Screw you!"
Sun Wukong swung his staff and smashed it.
The golden cudgel thrust towards the Buddha's palm, sparks flew everywhere, and the entire cudgel bent for a moment.
The ground beneath his feet shattered, and he was crushed, sinking halfway down.
With a muffled roar, the Bull Demon King raised his horns to the sky, bracing himself against the collapsed beam with his shoulders and back, and the veins on his neck bulged.
"Chen Fan!"
"quick!"
Chen Fan did not turn around.
His hand was pressed firmly against the edge of the scripture.
The tear on the third page is still widening.
The text has been written up to the last paragraph.
Only the last sentence is missing.
It's just one breath away.
Tang Sanzang knelt before the scriptures, his robe torn open on the back, the Buddha's imprint leaving bloody lines on his skin. He held a pen in his right hand, his wrist trembling violently, the pen tip barely touching the ground before being pushed off course by the force of the palm above.
The stroke went astray.
There was another soft sound on the third page.
The corners cracked again.
Some people in the audience gasped in shock.
The flesh on the white-browed old Buddha's face was trembling as he stared at the crack, his eyes first filled with surprise, then with joy.
"It's broken."
"If it's cut off, it's all over."
"A mere mortal wielding a pen dares to defy the Buddha's true palm—serves him right!"
Several Buddhist monks nearby also stood up, staring intently at that page, forgetting all about reciting the sutra.
"I can't hold on any longer, it's only the third page."
"The scriptures cannot contain the Buddha's Dharma seal."
"Tang Sanzang's hands are all ruined, what's the point of him writing?"
"With this stroke, he'll cut it off first."
On the viewing platform in the underworld, King Qin Guang's lips were tightly pursed.
The scene at the ruined banquet in the Demon Court was utterly silent.
Everyone can see it.
It's not about who has the most magical power anymore.
It's a battle of who breaks first.
Chen Fan stared at the palm print, his brain's system core frantically alarming.
High-level suppression detected.
[Page 3 completeness: 31%]
[The Buddha's Palm Seal has the following additional properties: Guaranteed Hit, Cover Page, Ink Burner]
[Recommendation: Discard pages to ensure core submission]
Page 1?
Chen Fan's teeth were practically grinding to powder.
To abandon this page is tantamount to admitting defeat.
All the qualifications that we fought so hard to obtain must be given back.
He cursed directly in his mind.
"delete."
A real nuclear meal.
Please select the object to delete.
Chen Fan's eyes were frighteningly fierce.
"Remove the handprint."
[Target has too high privileges]
"Delete one layer."
[Partial peeling can be attempted]
"Peel it for me, it's guaranteed to work!"
The next instant, Chen Fan felt a burning sensation in his palm.
From within the black and gold scripture, a thin ray of dark light emerged from between the pages, shooting upwards along his arm and crashing directly into the descending Buddha's palm.
There was no loud noise.
All that could be heard was a "sizzle".
Like a knife scraping through copper.
On the surface of the Buddha's palm, the brightest layer of gold film suddenly dimmed.
Buddha slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Fan for the first time.
Are you deleting me?
Chen Fan grinned, his mouth full of blood.
"Give it a try."
That layer of "guaranteed hit" was torn open by the true core.
The entire Buddha's palm did not disappear.
However, the trajectory that was originally locked in the center of the scripture has shifted by half an inch.
Just this half inch.
The light that was about to go out in Tang Sanzang's eyes suddenly shone brightly again.
That's enough.
He said something in a low voice.
The next second, he pressed his left hand directly onto the cracked page seam.
Press down with your palm.
The wound reopened.
Blood seeped in along the crack, as if forcibly mending the tendons of this page.
The pen is still in my right hand.
Instead of retreating, he withstood the force of the palm strike and forcefully dragged the pen tip back.
"Master!"
The white dragon horse shouted from behind until its voice cracked.
Tang Sanzang didn't even turn his head.
"Shut up."
"Let me finish writing."
With a sudden shift in style.
Menstrual blood mixed with ink, pressed together into the words.
The handwriting is ugly.
歪。
shake.
There were still traces of blood on the side.
But every stroke is precise and absolute.
It's like a person holding a broken knife, crawling forward along their throat.
The Buddha's voice boomed beneath his palm.
Tang Sanzang's shoulders slumped down, and the floor tiles below his knees turned to dust.
Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and half of his sleeve had already been shattered.
I'll write it anyway.
One word at a time, press down.
"people……"
"Can……"
"Refuse..."
When I wrote the word "refuse", the third page tore again.
This time it's not the corner.
It's the center seam.
The entire page almost snapped in two.
Zongwu had been standing guard by his side the whole time, and when he saw something was wrong, his eyes turned red.
"Damn it, I'll cut off your mother's blood!"
He raised his hand and grabbed the stone directly.
The stone, which had been hot, was now hissing and smoking as he gripped it tightly.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zong Wu slapped the slit in the third page.
"Go in!"
With a bang.
Ask the stone card to enter the page seam.
The cracked black and gold page looked like a bone had suddenly appeared.
The page suddenly jolted, but it actually held up.
It's still ringing.
But they didn't tear it any further.
Chen Fan felt relieved upon seeing this and immediately shouted.
"Well done!"
Zongwu grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.
"I told you long ago, this damn rock can do more than just ask questions."
The audience at the high vantage point erupted in uproar.
"Can stones really be used like this?"
"Should we embed the stone of enlightenment into the pages of the scripture as a page bone?"
"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!"
The old Buddha with white eyebrows turned pale, and his voice became shrill.
"This is blasphemy!"
"This is outrageous!"
Sun Wukong smashed a patch of Buddhist light with his staff, then turned around and cursed.
"Yes, we just mess around."
"Go ahead and bite me!"
He kicked off the beam, shattering it, and his figure soared into the air. He then pushed up again, forcefully lifting the Buddha's palm an inch higher.
This inch came at a fatal cost.
Tang Sanzang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His chest heaved violently, and he could barely hold the pen.
Chen Fan rushed to his side, placed his hand on his back, and poured all the remaining true core energy in his body into him.
"Write."
"Don't stop."
Tang Sanzang's throat was full of blood and foam, but his voice remained steady.
"I know."
He looked down at that page.
Looking at the words I had written.
The previous sentence has already been completed.
This sentence is the most difficult.
Because this is not an explanation.
It wasn't a debate about scriptures either.
This is a declaration.
It was a brutally written strike, aimed at Buddhism, at the Heavenly Court, and at everything that uses templates to impose on people.
Buddha finally spoke again.
This time it's not cold.
It is sinking.
"Tang Sanzang".
"You receive my Buddhist teachings and inherit my Buddha name."
"Do you dare write that sentence?"
Tang Sanzang paused, the tip of his pen in his hand momentarily still.
Everyone in the audience was staring at him.
Some people are nervous.
Some people are hoping he will stop.
Many people stared blankly, as if they couldn't believe this scene would really come to an end.
The white dragon horse swallowed hard, its fists clenching so tightly they cracked.
The Bull Demon King was still holding up the collapsed roof of the warehouse, panting like a broken bellows.
Chen Fan looked at Tang Seng and said only one sentence.
"Write your own."
Tang Sanzang remained silent for a moment.
Suddenly he laughed.
The smile was faint, tinged with blood.
"My life."
"This is the first time someone has said that to me."
As soon as he finished speaking...
He picked up his pen and wrote it down.
The last sentence was written very slowly.
Every word looked like it had been ripped out of flesh.
"The crowd."
"born."
"all."
"have."
"No."
"play."
"Of."
"right."
When the last character for "power" was nailed down, the third page shuddered violently.
The entire black and gold scripture suddenly closed.
It wasn't anyone who made the deal.
It combined itself.
The two pages collided with a crisp "snap".
The entire back garage seemed to come to a halt at that sound.
The Buddha's palm was still pressing down above.
But the force that was about to crush the scriptures under his palm suddenly stopped.
It was as if something was pushing out of the scriptures.
First came a soft sound.
It's very light.
It's like someone is far away, repeating the same sentence.
Then, the second one.
The third way.
The fourth one.
The sounds are increasing.
It wasn't someone from the back of the library who said that.
People all over the world heard it.
On the outermost edge of the audience, a heavenly soldier who had been hunched over suddenly looked up, and his lips moved slightly.
"All living beings possess..."
He was stunned.
In the underworld, a lowly official in charge of escorting souls stood at the bridgehead, his chain twitching, and the second half of the sentence suddenly echoed in his ears.
"...the right to refuse to perform."
In Beiju Luzhou, a little demon who was about to kowtow to the mountain lord stopped in his tracks.
In Xiniu Hezhou, an old woman kneeling in front of the temple praying for peace suddenly raised her face.
In Jambudvipa, a scholar in a school who was reciting texts based on a sage's template suddenly lost his voice.
Deep within the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, several young dragon sons, lying before the clan rules stele, felt their eardrums burning.
Not just living people.
Not just demons.
Anyone who has ever been forced to act out that kind of thing.
At that moment, everyone heard it.
It's not thunder.
It's not Zhong.
It's more like a sentence, echoing naturally through your bones.
"Everyone has the right to refuse to perform."
After Curry, everyone was stunned.
The white-browed old Buddha's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
"impossible……"
"This is just a sentence from the scripture, how could it have gotten out..."
This was the first time that Buddha truly frowned.
His hand remained suspended in mid-air, without pressing down again.
Even he hadn't expected that writing this sentence would first alarm the very rules of heaven and earth.
Chen Fan's chest heaved violently as he looked down at the closed scripture book.
The crack is still visible on the surface of the book.
The stone was stuck inside, with only half of it sticking out.
Tang Sanzang's blood hadn't even dried yet.
But it closed.
Moreover, they get along extremely well.
The system's true core was vibrating wildly in his mind.
[Page 3 Complete]
The declaration has been established.
[Rule response detected]
The scope of the response continues to expand.
【warning】
A large number of "template objects" are awakening to a tendency of self-rejection.
【warning】
The Heavenly Court's Registrar's Hall began to tremble.
【warning】
[Large areas of pages have gone missing from the list of names for salvation in the Western Paradise]
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
Before he could even speak.
High above, between heaven and earth, a piercing tearing sound suddenly rang out.
It was like a larger booklet that had been forcibly torn in half.