Jin Chan

(Tripitaka/Sanzang)

The World Walker

## Introduction

Jin Chan is an immobile mage, however he is safe enough to keep distance with his two base abilities and damage mitigation passive, speak his mantras to deal damage the enemy, control them.

## Hero Lore

### **Jin Chan**

In ancient times, Jin Chan was a member of the priesthood. He is naturally compassionate and kind, and cherishes every plant and tree. Unlike his fellow clerics who pursued power and strength, he has always been devoted to the practice of truth, becoming the youngest "practitioner" among the clergy, and was gifted by Nu Wa to practice. The highest inheritance of the author - "Three Artifacts". Seeing the suffering of the gods' desires, and at the same time sympathizing with the suffering of the devil's fate, Jin Chan, who felt the suffering, hoped that through his own practice, he could find the ultimate answer that could help all beings escape from the sea of ​​suffering - the true meaning of life, and he began to put what he gained. It is engraved on the body as a "god pattern", and the body and mind are comprehended every day.

Later, because Jin Chan was still unable to change the fate of the demon species through his own power, he did not hesitate to punish himself, he descended from the godhood, and left the high hanging sky alone, and went down to the world to continue his practice. In the process of seeking the "true meaning", he spent hardships with Wukong, Bajie and others, and forged a good relationship. In the end, in order to save the common people, he died in a battle of gods and demons... That was his previous life.

Thousands of years later, Jin Chan's consciousness was reincarnated in the heroic era. In this life, he was born in a famous family that once stood out for a while. This unusual child is accompanied by a radiant Jin whose forehead once belonged to the priestly "cultivator". India was born. However, he experienced great changes in his family at a young age, his parents died, and he was left alone in a dilapidated temple on the border of Heluo. Because of prematurely feeling the impermanence and ups and downs of life, and occasionally flashing back memories and epiphanies of previous lives, Jin Chan showed precocious wisdom and talent different from ordinary people at a young age.

The weather is unpredictable, and the changing disasters have caused all living beings to suffer. Although they tried their best to help, they still failed to save everyone's fate. Jin Chan was deeply saddened by the suffering of all beings. In order to find a way for all beings to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, he began to seek knowledge and linger in the dilapidated small attic of the lonely temple. Later, he traveled to Heluo and Chang'an, searched for many book collection places, and read all the classics, but he was still unable to understand it.

The twists and turns, the vague memory fragments of the previous life condensed into a dream, and pointed out the direction of hope. He overcame many difficulties and resolutely embarked on the journey to the west. From the prosperous and beautiful Chang'an, to the dazzling and dazzling markets in the city, to the clouds of yellow sand, the ruins of the ruins... From the empress who waited for seven days outside the Daming Palace to be shaken, to the Bodhidharma who traveled from east to west after meeting in the desert , and then to King Lanling, who was inspired by Hua Gan Ge for jade and silk... This time, can he successfully find the "true meaning" that will save the world from suffering?

### **Journey to the Stone Steps**

In February, the cool rain fell on the mountain forest of Gusi, creating a mist. Raindrops hit the stone steps that had been in disrepair over the years, and green moss, soaked in the spring rain, scrambled to spread from the gaps at both ends of the stone slabs to the middle. In front of the same dilapidated temple gate, Jin Chan stopped for a moment while looking at the first-level stone steps in front of them.

Jin Chan recalled that many years ago, one morning in the same early spring with cold rain, the wind blew on the young boy's cheek, hurting like a knife. A stone in the river was in a daze, not knowing where to go. The orphan’s ancestors were once prominent and famous families. The great-grandfather and great-grandfather once served as officials in the frontier, and the grandfather was also in a high position. There was a father who held an important position in Chang’an and a happy family. When the child was born, there was a difference on the forehead. Ordinary marks are all said to be the reincarnation of a "prodigy". Zhenmin and precocious, he vaguely remembers what his mother often said, dreaming of a young son wearing white clothes and riding a beautiful white horse to the west. Later, I never heard her talk about this dream again, because her mother died of illness when she was five years old, and her father, who was sick at the age of ten, passed away because of his longing for her mother. Originally, the servants of the mansion were scattered all over the city. He followed the loyal old housekeeper to the Heluo side until the old housekeeper passed away. Not long after the Shangyuan Festival, the foster family drove them out, so I don’t blame them, after all The family had six children, and it was already very difficult in the unpredictable and turbulent Heluo frontier. By the river, a ten-year-old orphan boy curled up in a ball in the cold rain, thinking silently, until an old monk appeared beside him with an old umbrella.

"Child, aren't you cold? Why are you in a daze here, what about your family?"

"I'm thinking about something..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Why did those leaves fall into the river, and they couldn't help being carried away by the river, and disappeared without a trace? Why didn't the stone move?"

"How can you start thinking about this at such a young age?" The old monk was a little surprised, "Where's your family?"

"I don't have any family anymore." The orphan boy raised his clear eyes.

"Then, why don't you go with the old man. Although the mountain is very hard, there is a wall and a half tile, and a spoonful of gruel."

"Ok."

"Perhaps, as time goes by, you can also find the answer to fallen leaves and rocks."

"Ok"

After walking for a long time, he was finally led by the old monk to the foot of this lonely mountain. That was the first time he saw these nine stone steps of nine, nine and eighty-one, all tattered, high and low, winding all the way to the lonely mountain. deep. In the drizzling rain, the moss-covered mountain road was particularly slippery. The orphan boy would rather fall and insist on climbing alone. The small body is in some steep places, and he even has to use both hands and feet to continue to move forward. The old monk said that every 9, 9, 81 steps on this long step, there is a stone on which is engraved the wishes of good men and women over the years. I don't know if those wishes have finally come true, but it is possible that the people who made the wish are gone, and the mottled writing is still there, but like this stone step, it is also covered with slippery moss, covering those old wishes... …And at the end of the long steps, in the drizzle in the dense forest and mountains, is their destination, a small temple that has long been dilapidated, in disrepair, and the incense is no longer strong.

This orphan, who had realized the impermanence of life early on, had a precocious wisdom and talent that was different from ordinary people. In the eyes of the old monk, he was also a person who was destined to have a root of wisdom. The tree branches in the courtyard seemed to take only one night to grow from sprouts to green. In the dilapidated courtyard with clear summer sky, the old monk shaved his head, and the golden mark on his forehead became more and more obvious. The obedient children were well-behaved and quiet. He has a composure and indifference that does not match his age, as elegant and eternal as the golden seal on his forehead.

"From now on, you are my apprentice, just call me master," the old monk said lovingly.

"Teacher...Master..." The child murmured, the word was indescribably familiar, as if I often heard it in a dream, in a dream, yes, in those fragmented dreams, It seems that there are still the hairy monkey head and the nine-foot rake... There are even repeated images of myself wearing white clothes and riding a beautiful white horse to the west in my mother's dream...

"It's time to give you a name..." The old monk pulled the child's thoughts back, and the cicadas in the courtyard and outside the courtyard became more and more clear in the afternoon in the empty mountains in this summer, giving the old monk inspiration. " 'Cicadas shed from the filth and float away from the dust', they can live in the soil, they can emerge from the soil, they can be transformed and reborn, and they go round and round. Call it Jin Chan."

"Teacher Jin Chan thanked the master!"

"Teacher, remember that practitioners should take compassion as their heart in the future."

"Master, what is mercy?"

"Love all beings, give them happiness, show mercy to all beings, and remove their pain, it is for compassion." The old monk recited.

"Understood, the disciple remembers the teacher's teachings," Xiao Jinchan responded rightly.

Spring and autumn come, the cold and heat change, Jin Chan and the old monk are almost dependent on each other. Although the house is dilapidated, the clothing and food are poor, and it is very hard, it does not hinder Jin Chan's cultivation. out of the jurisprudence. When the weather is bad, Jin Chan also often follows the old monk up and down the nine nine-nine-eight-one long steps, down to the town at the foot of the mountain, and distributes the food that is not much in the temple to those displaced people, or Help some people you don't know to get through difficulties big and small; occasionally people from the bottom of the mountain will walk through the nine long steps of nine, nine and eighty-one steps to the ruined temple. Among these people, some of them have run out of oil. Elderly people who were driven out of their homes with dryness, soldiers who were abandoned on the battlefield and fled with heavy casualties, women who found no way to seek medical treatment and died... The temple is their last "home", because this life Hopeless, they can only hope for the so-called afterlife... After people die, the old monk and Jin Chan will save them for them and bury them on the hillside behind the temple. No one knows their names and there are no decent tombstones. Little golden cicadas often plant a bunch of wild chrysanthemums in front of these raised earthbags, hoping that they will not be so lonely. However, these often made the young Jin Chan feel pity. Whenever the night was quiet, Jin Chan would plunge into the dim and dilapidated attic of the small temple. For him, it seems to contain endless power, as if it can resolve this suffering... Jin Chan believes that they may also be able to resolve the doubts that have always been incomprehensible in the heart...

Those who have experienced impermanence and suffering often remind Jin Chan of the fallen leaves scattered in the river when he was ten years old. The scriptures in the attic have long been familiar to the heart, but Jin Chan has never found the answer, and the old monk's health is deteriorating. He often asks Jin Chan to leave the small temple and go to a larger world to seek and practice. He believes that with Jin Chan's talent, he will definitely be able to help more people, and one day he will find the real answer...

When the last snow of the year fell, a new grave was added on the hillside behind the temple, and the young Jin Chan planted a Bodhi tree beside it. This is a tough and extraordinary tree. Shade brings the coolness of summer and the warmth of winter nights.

Finally, Jin Chan stood in front of the disrepaired temple once again. He lightly closed the broken wooden door, folded his hands and said goodbye. In the same cool drizzle, the weeds were overgrown, and the slippery stone steps were always difficult to walk. Extending down the mountain, there are a total of nine nines, nines and eighty-one steps. This is the road that Xiao Jinchan and the old monk have walked down and up the mountain many times. For the young Jinchan, the difficulties of childhood have long since disappeared.

The really dangerous and long road, between the universe under the mountain, Jin Chan tightened the burden on his body, and calmly walked down the nine nine-nine-eight-one steps, the old monk helped him open the road of cultivation. Head, the rest of the journey needs to be completed by himself... and the answer may lie ahead, between these inch and inch...

Sincerely seek it, although it is not in the middle, it is not far.

### **The Seven Days**

#### Day One

Winter.

The long wind blows through the streets, and the cold winter has come quietly to the great city of Chang'an. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, but people are already wrapped in thick winter clothes. The other group was solemn and solemn. Under the majestic and towering palace wall, stood a determined figure, dressed in a plain white robe, and the scarlet robe was vigorously raised in the cold wind.

He is known as a "national treasure" in Chang'an - "Master Jin Chan". Although he is still young and talented, he has already started to take charge of Chang'an's largest scholastic institute under the conferment of the empress. His eyes were calm and firm. The magnificent palace in front of him, like a phoenix spreading its wings, showed its supreme majesty, and he, who remained motionless in the fierce cold wind, was waiting quietly, waiting for the majestic monarch in the palace to give a sound. Allowed.

After a long while, the closed palace gate finally opened a crack, and the waiter dressed in blue came to Jin Chan, shook his head helplessly, and let out a sigh.

#### Day Two

The frost fell in the early morning and condensed into white ice crystals on the dark gray stone-patterned ground. The ancient trees with intertwined roots outside the Daming Palace and the dry arbor in winter were also covered with a layer of bright frost flowers. The cold air came, and Jin Wuwei, who was thickly armored on the tower, also quietly tightened his collar. Outside the palace gate, the white-robed and red-clothed Jin Chan was still standing in the frosty wind, as if not feeling the cold at all.

He was all too familiar with the cold, summer, autumn and winter of this city of Chang'an. He was born here, but when he was ten years old, he had no choice but to leave due to the impermanence of fate. He spent the rest of his childhood in a small temple on the border of Heluo. The way to save all living beings, Jin Chan left the small temple and traveled to Heluo. After several years, he finally returned to Chang'an, because there is the largest scholastic temple in Heluo. He believes that the "true meaning" he is looking for lies in those obscure and difficult ones. Clear between the lines.

During the day, Jin Chan did good deeds, preaching and teaching, and at night, he plunged into the sutra-collection pavilion of the scholastic academy and read it at night. However, in just a few months, he was called the "Master" by everyone in Chang'an. In the past three years, he has painstakingly deciphered thousands of scriptures, and even read through the ancient fragments that can only be studied with the authorization of the Empress. In the dream like this, a familiar light appeared in the western part of the continent, and he knew that he should set off again.

Night fell quietly, the biting frost hit again, and the closed palace gate shone brightly. The blue-clothed waiter came to him again, shook his head and said, "Master Jinchan, please come back."

"It's okay, I'll wait." The man in the frost stood up and answered.

#### Day Three

In the whole of Chang'an, it started to rain. The drizzle was wrapped in the coldness of winter, making pedestrians shiver. Outside the magnificent palace wall, this world where strangers are not allowed to enter is even more lonely and desolate, the space of Nuoda seems to be frozen, and the golden cicada standing quietly in the winter rain seems to be the most timeless existence in this world.

Three years ago, it was also in such a winter rain in Chang'an. In a "peak duel" between practitioners and warlocks, the alchemist Peony, who has long been famous in Chang'an, defeated the representatives of all parties, but only the young Jin Chan turned the sky. She was born, and it was on a par with it. It was at that time that the empress on the stand began to look at this practitioner with a natural golden seal on her forehead, granting him the power to run the largest scholastic institute in Chang'an, and making him open an altar to lecture on the scriptures in Chang'an. Preach the crowd. Whether it is ordinary people or princes and nobles, it is amazing to say that this mage named "Jin Chan" can always answer the doubts in people's hearts, making people feel calm and filled, so people often donate a lot of treasures. , but Jin Chan did not take a penny, and gave it all to those poor people in Chang'an,

Master Jin Chan is naturally also the guest of honor of Her Majesty the Empress. He let the Empress see that the world in charge of the Empress is not only a peaceful and prosperous world, but also the appearance of all beings who may not be seen in high positions, the tenacity of living beings, the suffering of all beings, and the world's affairs. Impermanence and permanence... These great wisdom and awareness often benefit the empress who has read a lot of books. The empress who cherishes talents treasures Jin Chan and calls him "young brother". Such a talented and virtuous mage is God's right He Luo's "gift", the Empress certainly hoped that he would stay in Chang'an for a long time.

The cold rain poured down, and the blue-clothed waiter came to Jin Chan again from the palace gate, bringing the same news.

#### Day Four

It is said that the winter rain is like snow. I never imagined that the cold rain that had been pattering the day before turned into snowflakes. This is the first snow in Chang'an this year. Go to the alley to frolic and play. Only outside the still majestic Daming Palace was silent, and in the cold and chilling air, only the soft sound of falling snow could be heard.

Standing in the falling snow, Jin Chan's figure was still firm. He quietly felt the crystal clear between the heaven and the earth, and a fragmented dream appeared in his mind. He often dreamed that he was trekking on a vast snowy field. In the wind and snow, he was struggling to move forward with a golden tin stick, his red treasured clothes fluttered in the wind and snow, and there was the long-haired monkey beside him. Head, wearing a golden hoop, and the nine-footed rake... Everyone walked side by side, as if they were going to find something in the distance... Jin Chan didn't know why these dreams always appeared, but I believe that there must be some for some reason.

Until one day, after talking about scriptures and Taoism, the empress who suddenly became enlightened gave her three "treasures". The guarding officials said that since Master Jinchan returned to Chang'an, these three ancient objects in the dust-covered treasury will always appear strange. Like some kind of resonance, the Empress believed that this was something Jin Chan had a good relationship with, and gave it without hesitation. The "reunion" with the object of the dream made Jin Chan more and more convinced of the westward guidance of the dream. Of course, when Jin Chan took over the "Three Treasures", she also promised the Empress: "I wish to use the weapon in my hand to save the world's misery and protect all living beings." This trip is also to fulfill his promise.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Many hours passed, and the closed palace gate seemed to be sealed and motionless, until the figure of the blue-clothed waiter appeared again. This time he had a deer velvet cloak on his body, and he was so cold that he put his hands in his sleeves. Inside the cage, Xiao ran to Jin Chan, continued to shake his head, and said no more.

#### Day Five

Snowflakes rustled in the sky, and it seemed that there was no intention to stop for a while. The snow fell overnight and piled up. In this silver-white world, the red robe on Jin Chan's body was particularly eye-catching. His eyes were slightly closed, his brows were covered with snow, and his expression was indifferent.

The snow reminded him of the years in the small temple on the edge of Heluo. During the winter snow, the old monk would often accompany him in the dilapidated small attic to repeatedly study the incomplete scrolls. The small attic was very small and dilapidated. There are not many, and it cannot be compared with the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the largest scholastic institute in Chang'an. In particular, the dark room on the top of the pavilion called "Infinite", where there are several fragments from ancient times, which must be authorized by the Empress to enter and study, and there are only three keys to open the dark room in the entire Chang'an City. In the hands of the empress, one was in the sheriff's body she trusted most, while the other was given to the "young brother" Jin Chan. The empress's appreciation often made Jin Chan grateful.

The snow continued to fall, the weather was freezing cold, and no grass grew. The blue-clothed waiter in a deer velvet cloak trotted over again, shaking his head with his lips trembling with cold.

#### Day Six

The snow is still falling, fluttering like flowers are falling, and under the splendid imperial city, one person and one stick are still standing upright, unshakable, and the whole body is covered with a layer of white snow.

In the vast world, Jin Chan was not moved by foreign objects at all, and recited the scriptures from the Yunzhong Grottoes in the Sutra Pavilion in his heart. The desert is west of Heluo, which is also the direction of the light in Jin Chan's broken dream. The sturdy and continuous Great Wall is the endless expanse of yellow sand. The swordsman in white who came from his hometown once told Jin Chan that there are lonely cities and ruins there, and there are sand labyrinths that swallow people like devils, and they are also useful. The royal capital made of jade and jade, a city with a long history of thousands of libraries, and countless mysterious and dangerous places that have not yet been visited by countless people... The West Road, where hope and danger coexist, is exactly where he is about to go...

In Jin Chan's line of sight, the blue-clothed and cloaked waiter appeared again. He didn't even want to take another step forward in the cold sky and freezing ground. Interrupting Jin Chan's chanting and thoughts... The snow continues to fall...

#### Day Seven

On the seventh day;

The snow has been falling for several days, and a thick layer has already accumulated on the ground. Jin Chan's face is calm and calm, still standing in the snow and waiting quietly...

For a long time, the magnificent red lacquer palace gate slowly opened to both sides, and a huge sound echoed in the wind and snow.

Finally, facing the wind and snow, Her Majesty the Supreme Empress walked out of this majestic palace with dignified steps, "My heart has been made up, what's the trouble with my brother this time?" fall.

"Go back to Your Majesty, Jin Chan has gone to the mountains and waters, and she will do her best to seek the truth, and I hope Your Majesty will allow it." The voice has an inextinguishable kindness and a firm intention.

The Empress frowned slightly: "How about you answer my three questions first?" Jin Chan standing in front of him nodded.

"First of all, Yudi is a rare talent who can solve the confusion of the people and soothe the hearts of the people. Chang'an needs you, why do you want to leave?" the queen asked.

"The vastness of heaven and earth does not stop at Chang'an. Jin Chan should walk for all living beings and seek the way to the root." Jin Chan replied.

"Secondly, I can send thousands of troops to find what my brother is asking for, so why do I do it myself?" the Empress asked again.

"Walking thousands of miles is the practice of the body, and going through thousands of things is the practice of the heart. The road is long and long. Only when you come in person and go with your heart can you find the truth, see the appearance, and don't work for others in vain." Jin Chan spoke eloquently.

"Thirdly, if the natural mountains and rivers are poor and the waters are bad, the folk customs of foreign countries are very different, there are wolves, tigers and leopards everywhere, and robbers and bandits are rampant, do you still insist on going west?" the queen asked again.

"Even if you need to cross the mountains and seas, even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, Jin Chan's heart is as solid as a rock." Jin Chan said.

I don't know when the wind and snow stopped quietly. After the two of them finished speaking, there was only a silent emptiness between heaven and earth. The Empress did not nod or shake her head. In the palace, just as the huge palace gate was about to close, she turned back gently and said "yes".

After the figure of the Empress completely disappeared, the blue-clothed waiter trotted over for the last time, and he turned his ear to Jin Chan and said, "Don't blame the Master, Your Majesty said that the seven days of wind, frost, rain and snow are just a test of your brother's will, Your Majesty. I have understood it in my heart, and I wrote this 'customs clearance letter' in my royal pen seven days ago, and I hope that the Master will be safe on the road."

At the beginning of winter snow, a touch of warm sun shines on this inscription depicting the pattern of phoenix and bird.

## **Abilities**

Sacred Cloak

Using his ultimate will pass this passive on to nearby allies.
The hoop will follow the target at a fixed speed and grants vision.

The trapped target cannot leave the hoop using any type of movement abilities, including teleports such as blink, and teleports.

During the release of the Seal of Samsara: cause an additional 50% slowdown to the target
The Complete damage will be 300/330/360/390/420/450 (+35% AP) magic damage.
When The Seal of Samsara is in duration: damage of the rings are doubled and it hits the enemies twice as fast.
Activating the ultimate again will let Jin Chan sends out a huge symbol, consuming all the charges, dealing 400/600/800 (+46%AP) magic damage, each charges of the ultimate increases this base damage by 8%, up to maximum of 80%

## **Gallery**

Classic Jin ChanSands of The Past Jin Chan
## Trivia

* Because Jin Chan is a pacifist, the announcer will use a substitution for his "killing" announcement such as:
	+ *You have Vanquished an Opponent* For *You have Slain an Enemy*.
	+ *An Enemy has been Vanquished* for *An Enemy Has Veen Slain*.
	+ *An Ally has been Vanquished* for *An Ally Has Been Slain*.
	+ *Double/Triple/Quadra/Penta* etc. *Quell* for Kill.
	+ *Out of Control* for *Killing Spree*.
	+ *First Fight* for *First Blood*.
* Jin Chan is based on the monk Xuanzang, who would become the basis of Tang Sanzang from the epic Journey to the West.
	+ Due to previous community backlash about certain historical characters, the decision was made that rather than naming the hero Tang Sanzang, he would be called Jin Chan instead.
	+ The name Jin Chan is roughly translated into 'Golden Cicada'. In Journey to the West, a golden cicada questioned Buddha's methods, so it was punished to reincarnate as a human who would eventually bore the name Tang Sanzang.