—Has your brother ever stolen anything?
—Stealing? Are you kidding me! My brother has never taken anything from anyone except when he was ten years old and stole a manhole cover from an abandoned steel mill to buy me snacks!
Li Qianxia spoke with pride, but most people have never even touched a manhole cover from an abandoned steel plant, so her brother's moral character is considered low.
Hearing Li Qianxia say this, Yang Qinglan felt relieved.
Stealing manhole covers is something that happened a thousand years later. Guanyin died in the Song Dynasty. How could she possibly manage petty theft in the Marxist era?
As the saying goes, husband and wife are of one mind, and Li Changzhou thought so too.
The golden basket had just left Yaochi and passed through the North Heavenly Gate. It flew towards the Tongtian River for a short while before being spotted by the black eagle, who reported it to him.
Guanyin recognized the item that Guanyin had given him at a glance and explained it to him in a few words.
"Stealing chickens and dogs? Hahahaha!" Li Changzhou laughed loudly. "If she were to punish someone who is utterly wicked, I'd barely be considered a fish in a net, with nowhere to escape. Stealing?!"
[Gaining inspiration...]
The bamboo basket with the carp was given to me by you, Bodhisattva. Have you forgotten?
What I want to talk about is: the bamboo used in the basket for collecting inspiration.
【…That counts as stealing? Shouldn't the affairs of spiritual practitioners be left to the virtuous?】
To this, Guanyin simply replied quietly: "The golden basket has arrived."
Li Changzhou opened his eyes, and his killing blade was drawn—
"Wait!" Guanyin called out, "By cutting down the golden basket, you've slapped my face in front of the Queen Mother. I can't save face. I have to take action, even if I don't want to. Go and bring me that carp. I'll teach you a way to escape unscathed. It will give me a way out and also get rid of the inspiration, preventing future trouble."
Li Changzhou sheathed his killing blade, jumped off the futon, walked out of the room, and headed towards the place where he kept carp.
Guanyin glanced at the killing blade, wondering to herself: Could she, in the Jade Pool, withstand this blow?
Given Li Changzhou's understanding of "Guanyin"—from the time he learned about her in the South China Sea during the Song Dynasty to the present day, she would likely be killed by his sword if he got close to her.
She wasn't worried about Guanyin being killed, but rather that Li Changzhou would offend Guanyin and attract the attention of the Heavenly Palace and the Western Paradise.
"Speaking of which," Guanyin suddenly sighed, "the game of value is indeed fraught with danger. You devise a plan, and the old woman leaks the information; you take a step, and even with my help, I'll come to capture you at this very moment—it's truly a perilous and nerve-wracking affair."
From a princess of a secular kingdom to a compassionate Bodhisattva, Guanyin's path to enlightenment was arduous, but it wasn't like this, where the entire world seemed to be targeting her, setting traps for players to fall into.
Players can only step on it.
If you manage to step on it and survive, you can keep going.
[If it weren't for the Bodhisattva, I'd still be tormenting the Great King of Inspiration, or crossing the Tongtian River to wait for Tang Sanzang in the latter half of the journey to the West. This time, things have already turned out quite well.]
Li Changzhou had no complaints.
To him, Guanyin's boundless magical power and the sniper shots fired by mortals on the island were no different in terms of threat.
From being ambushed by a sniper the first time I entered the game, to being deceived by the despicable anime characters in the desert, I've gotten used to it all.
This applies to every player.
Inside the fish pond, King Linggan saw Li Changzhou approaching and sensed something was wrong. His fish scales tightened like metal. He was about to break through the last bit of fish basket bamboo energy restriction in his body when Li Changzhou grabbed him with his big hand, and he immediately lost his strength.
This carp is known as the "Inspiration," and it can also summon wind and rain and freeze the Tongtian River, so it is not weak in terms of spirituality.
At this moment, his spirit was curled up like a Trisolaran from the Chaotic Era, frantically shouting: "Dehydration! Dehydration!"
The Inspiration King cannot dehydrate; he can only remain motionless, which once gave Li Changzhou the illusion that this fish looked like a fake fish toy he bought for his cat.
Carrying the fish, he leaped and landed on the surface of the Tongtian River.
The golden basket, gleaming with dazzling light, fell with lightning speed, like a shooting star.
Upon reaching the sky above the Tongtian River, the basket poured out a massive amount of forbidden energy.
Li Changzhou felt an irresistible suction force, as if countless people were pushing him from behind, and he staggered a few steps toward the sky.
"Hurry!" Guanyin urged.
Li Changzhou held the Inspiration King in his left hand, made several hand seals with his right hand, and muttered incantations.
"go!"
He tossed the carp in his hand.
The sky was filled with restrictions that bound the King of Inspiration, dragging him into a basket.
"That's him!"
"That thief is refining a magical artifact; don't let him succeed!"
A streak of water-colored sword light flashed through the air, the golden basket shattered instantly, and the Great King of Inspiration fell into the Tongtian River, disappearing with a flick of his tail.
Li Changzhou: "......"
Guanyin: "......"
[...This basket is powerful in some ways; anyone who has stolen from me, unless their magical power surpasses mine by more than 69,000 years, will be restrained. Yet, it's also weak; well, someone who has never stolen from me can destroy it with a single sword strike.]
[I saw it with my own eyes.]
Li Changzhou turned his head and saw three streaks of sword light hovering over the Tongtian River. There were two men and one woman, all with good temperament and appearance, and all of them could basically reach six points.
Their cultivation levels are just average. The two younger ones haven't become immortals yet, and the older one has become an immortal, but his magical power is only at the level of a third-class immortal.
Li Changzhou could kill them with a single sneeze.
The fact that three people who could be killed by a sneeze dared to interfere in his battle with Guanyin of the South Sea can only be described as... "If you weren't utterly depraved, why would you do this?"
No one who isn't insane would do something like this.
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