Screencasting of All Worlds Starts from Dragon Ball

The Yellow Lion Demon and his five brothers joined the Linghui Alliance. As for the Jiuyuan Spirit Saint, he was captured by the Taiyi Rescuer of Sufferings from the lower world. Thus, the affairs of Yuhua Prefecture came to an end.

The three of them also taught Yuhuajin, Yuhuamu, and Yuhuahuo a lot. The Allied Forces soon took over Yuhua City and the entire Yuhua Prefecture. They are currently renovating Yuhua City. Yuhuajin, Yuhuamu, and Yuhuahuo were directly put into the bottom of the Allied Forces by Roth to gain experience. Xuanzang and his men continued their journey westward ahead of the Allied Forces.

After Yuhua City, there is the Zhujie Mountain Range, which is the border between Yuhua Prefecture and Jinping Prefecture. Xuanzang and his men continued to travel westward ahead of the allied forces. Walking on the rugged path of the Zhujie Mountain Range, the afterglow of the setting sun was like a layer of golden gauze, gently falling on the four masters and apprentices, making their figures appear particularly firm. Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick, and the golden stick seemed to be a symbol of justice. His eyes were bright and he observed the movements around him vigilantly, not letting go of any suspicious things. Zhu Bajie carried a rake and muttered that he was hungry. Although his appearance was a little funny, it also revealed his frankness. His rake swayed slightly on his shoulders, as if telling of his desire for food. Sha Seng carried the luggage and followed silently behind. His steps were steady and firm, just like his character, silently guarding his master and brothers.

As they gradually went deeper into the mountains, the surrounding scenery became more and more tranquil. In the dense woods, there were occasional bird calls, and the crisp sound was like the sound of nature, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet mountain forest. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were dancing a graceful dance. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of light, as beautiful as a dream.

In the original work, Tang Sanzang and his disciples came to Jinping Prefecture, an outer county of Tianzhu. They stayed at Ciyun Temple. The elders in the temple said that tomorrow was the Lantern Festival, and asked Sanzang to wait until after the Lantern Festival before leaving. On the night of the Lantern Festival, the four masters and disciples went to enjoy the lanterns. The elders said that there was sesame oil in the lanterns, which was used to worship the Buddha. King Bihan, King Bishu, and King Bichen had practiced in Xuanying Cave on Qinglong Mountain in the northeast of Jinping Prefecture for a thousand years, and they loved to eat Suhe sesame oil. So they went to Jinping Prefecture to pretend to be Buddha statues, tricked Jinping Prefecture officials into setting up golden lanterns, and transformed themselves into Buddha statues on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year to collect oil. This behavior seriously deceived the local people, using people's beliefs to satisfy their own selfish desires, causing the people to be deceived and no longer believe in Buddhism.

Finally, they walked out of the Zhujie Mountains and arrived at Jinping Prefecture, an outer county of Tianzhu. They stayed at Ciyu Temple, where the elders received them warmly. The elder smiled and his eyes were full of respect. He put his hands together and said, "Dear monks, welcome to Ciyu Temple. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Please wait until after the Lantern Festival before leaving." Xuanzang was compassionate and readily agreed. He nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, elder."

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the four masters and apprentices went to enjoy the lanterns. The streets were decorated with lanterns and were bustling. The lanterns of various shapes were gorgeous and dazzling, making people dazzled. Some of those lanterns were like blooming flowers, delicate and beautiful; some were like flying butterflies, light and beautiful; some were like mighty dragons, majestic and imposing. The exquisite lanterns shone with brilliant light, and the scented oil lamps exuded a unique fragrance.

Sun Wukong looked at the lanterns, but he was a little dissatisfied. He frowned slightly and said to Xuanzang: "Master, the people in Jinping Prefecture are so superstitious that they use incense oil to worship Buddha. I think there must be something fishy about this." Xuanzang frowned slightly and said: "Wukong, don't talk nonsense. Since we are here, we should respect the local customs."

Zhu Bajie stared at the lanterns, drooling as he said, "Hey, these lanterns are really beautiful. It would be great if I could bring them back to Gao Village to show my wife." His naive look made people laugh.

A gust of strong wind blew by, and the monks saw that the Buddha had come to collect the oil, so they knelt down and worshiped him hurriedly. As for Xuanzang, he did not move at all. He was no longer the mortal man he used to be who could not tell the difference between humans and demons, or between good and evil. Although there was a yellow light in the strong wind, there was indeed a demonic aura. It was indeed a demon at work, so they did not go to worship him. If it was the real Buddha, he would not have gone to worship him either, because if the real Buddha asked the people to worship him with fragrant oil every year, wouldn't that be almost the same as a demon?

Before Sun Wukong and the others could make any move, the strong wind flew directly towards Xuanzang, as if it was rushing towards him. The evil wind rolled over Xuanzang and tried to wrap him up, but unexpectedly, golden light emanated from Xuanzang's body, which instantly dissipated the strong wind.

"You daring monster, how dare you do that here!" Xuanzang glared at him, and the Buddha's light on his body became more and more dazzling. The Buddha's light was like the sun, emitting a warm and powerful force, which made people feel extremely at ease.

After the evil wind was disintegrated by the golden light on Xuanzang's body, it condensed again in a moment. King Bihan, King Bishu, and King Bichen appeared with ferocious expressions on their faces. King Bihan said coldly: "Hmph, monk, you can't escape today. The three of us brothers have been waiting here for a long time, and we must capture you." His voice was like ice, which made people shudder.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with anger and he shouted, "Monsters, stop being so arrogant! I am here, so you can't succeed." Then he waved his golden cudgel and rushed towards the three demon kings. His figure was like a flash of lightning, and he came in front of the demon kings in an instant. The golden cudgel danced in his hand tightly, making bursts of whistling sounds.

Zhu Bajie was not to be outdone, he raised his spiked rake and shouted, "Monster, look at how powerful I am." He followed Sun Wukong to join the battle. His fat body seemed particularly flexible at this time, and he wielded the spiked rake vigorously.

"The Vajra Arhat subdues the demons!" Xuanzang silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, and a huge Vajra Arhat image appeared behind him. The golden Arhat image was in a posture of subduing demons. The Arhat image was radiant and majestic, as if it could suppress all the evil spirits in the world. The Arhat's face was solemn and his eyes revealed a firm belief.

King Bihan, King Bishu and King Bichen were shocked when they saw this, but they relied on their thousand years of practice and were not willing to be outdone. King Bihan roared and rushed forward first, the weapon in his hand flashing with cold light, and he slashed at Xuanzang fiercely. His movements were extremely swift, like lightning.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong somersaulted in front of Xuanzang, swung his golden hoop fiercely, and collided with the weapon of King Bihan, making a deafening sound. The sound was like thunder, making people's eardrums buzz. Zhu Bajie also waved his rake and attacked King Bishu, shouting: "Monster, take my rake!" Sha Seng calmly protected Xuanzang, ready to deal with any emergency.

Under Xuanzang's control, the Vajra Arhat Dharma Image also began to move. It stretched out its huge palm and slapped the three demon kings. The demon kings hurriedly dodged, but the strong wind brought by the palm still made them unstable. The palm was as huge as a mountain, which was daunting.

Seeing that the situation was not good, King Bichen cast a gust of evil wind to try to disrupt everyone's sight. However, Sun Wukong's fiery eyes could easily see through the evil wind. He chased after King Bichen, waving his golden hoop continuously, and beat King Bichen back step by step. Sun Wukong's movements were as smooth as flowing water, dazzling everyone.

Zhu Bajie and the Great King of Summer also fought to a draw. Although Zhu Bajie was greedy and lazy, he was very decisive in the fight. He wielded his rake vigorously and fought the Great King of Summer on equal terms. He had a firm look on his face, as if telling the world that he would not let the monster succeed.

Xuanzang continued to chant Buddhist scriptures, injecting more power into the Vajra Arhat. The image became more and more powerful, and every attack frightened the demon kings. Xuanzang's voice was steady and powerful, like a huge bell, which cleansed people's hearts.

After a fierce battle, the three demon kings gradually lost their strength. They realized that they were no match for Xuanzang and his disciples, so they wanted to retreat. King Bihan shouted, "Retreat!" The three demon kings turned around and tried to flee.

Xuanzang silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, and a huge image of the Vajra Arhat appeared behind him. The golden Arhat image showed a set of magical powers to subdue demons, "Where are you going!" The huge hand of the golden Arhat image grabbed the three demons tightly. The three demons struggled desperately in the giant hand, but could not break free at all.