The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

There is an extra mountain in the north of Nanfangbuzhou, which naturally alarmed many monks.

But within half a day, the Three Realms began to spread one after another—the Great Sage Equaling Heaven overturned the Eight Diagrams Furnace and made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Court. He fought all the way from the Tushita Palace to the Tongming Palace, and almost broke into the Lingxiao Palace, and was suppressed by the Western Buddha himself.

For a "demon king" who was born in the demon clan and was recognized by the heaven, such an achievement is already "brilliant" enough.

After all, the Tathagata is the incarnation of Jieyin, and Sun Wukong is equivalent to being suppressed by a sage, which is already the honor of an "ant".

For a time, the name of Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, was spread everywhere in the Three Realms, and the demon tribe was plotting how to rescue Sun Wukong, and even several ancestors of the demon tribe who survived from ancient times to the present went to Wa Palace to intercede with Nuwa Empress.

Unfortunately, Nu Wa did not meet each other.

Wuzhi Mountain is surrounded by mist, and it is impossible to get close to it.

"Tathagata bald donkey! Old Jade Emperor!"

Sun Wukong's scolding voice was a little hoarse, but he still refused to give in. He kept scolding there, and he repeated the swear words he learned from the Huaguoshan Yaozu hundreds of times.

Finally, Monkey King's mouth was a little dry, and he continued to lower his head slumped there, looking at the ground that was close at hand but could not be relied on at all.

Could it be that he will be suppressed here in this life?

If it was only the weight of Wuzhishan, Sun Wukong felt that he could lift it directly, but the power of sentient beings entwined on it made Wuzhishan's weight almost infinite...

Sun Wukong was so crushed that he couldn't move, he could only lie there obediently, with his neck hanging in the air at the bottom of the cliff.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but have a strange idea in his heart...

'It's a good thing that I didn't mention the name of Master's old man to others, otherwise, I really discredited Master. '

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong sighed again, somewhat disappointed on the monkey's face.

Suddenly, feeling something hit the back of his head, Sun Wukong caught a peach 'escaping' next to his cheek from the corner of his vision, and subconsciously turned his head to bite, but bit nothing.

Pa, the back of the head was smashed again.

Sun Wukong scolded immediately: "Who doesn't have eyes and throws things around!"

"Heh," a slightly sarcastic chuckle came from above Monkey King's head, and Monkey King looked up, but saw a blue bird hovering in the air, holding a tree branch in its mouth, and the tree branch was full of juicy peaches.

The Monkey King was good at this mouthful, but he couldn't help the body fluid flowing, his eyes flashed brightly, but he couldn't see through the blue bird's body.

"I've become a prisoner, and you're still acting like this?"

The blue bird fell slowly, and when it was a few feet away from the ground, it turned into Yang Jian's appearance, and said something to Sun Wukong with a chuckle.

The branch was thrown in front of the monkey. The monkey opened its mouth and bit the branch, because it couldn't shake its head and couldn't eat those peaches for a while.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Can't cast mana?"

The monkey snorted, spat out the branch, and replied, "What's none of your business?"

"It's really none of my business," Yang Jian sat down on the stone beside him in a leisurely manner, looking at the disheveled monkey, feeling somewhat emotional in his heart.

After all, he is his half-disciple, so he won't be able to see him really sinking here.

"Sun Wukong, don't you remember me?"

"Why don't you remember?" Sun Wukong glanced at Yang Jian, then sneered, "Jade Emperor's nephew, Erlang Zhenjun in the Heavenly Court. Hmph, we heard your allusion a few years ago, and the gods in the Heavenly Court mentioned you with awe, but I didn't expect that you are now the lackey of the Jade Emperor!"

Yang Jian laughed in his heart, this monkey actually tried to instigate him to become an enemy of Heaven.

What, is it possible that this monkey wants to form an alliance with himself to overthrow the Jade Emperor?

Yang Jian pretended to be pondering, and said to the monkey: "It's not your turn to judge my affairs. You are just a mere monster monkey, and you can barely be considered a character if you can force the heavens into such a mess."

"But the Jade Emperor asked you to come and take my head?" Sun Wukong looked provocative, "I can't help even the thunder and fire, but I want to see what kind of abilities you have!"

As soon as Monkey King finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed at Monkey King.

A ray of light flashed by, and Sun Wukong felt a stabbing pain coming from his left ear, but it was the ray of light pointed by Yang Jian that directly pierced the earlobe.

Practitioners in the physical body, especially Bajiu Xuangong, pursue no 'dead angles' in the mysterious body, and the physical strength of the earlobe is no less than that of other places.

In other words, Monkey King already knew that his copper skin and iron bones were nothing in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat there leisurely, with an extra jug of wine in his hand.

"I came to see you today, but I just feel sorry for you and want to come to help you," Yang Jian said indifferently, "You can be regarded as a good opponent."

Sun Wukong was silent, staring at Yang Jian, and then didn't say much. He closed his eyes and put on a look that he didn't want to talk to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was not annoyed, but just said to himself: "You know that you are born with a natural being, and you are a unique creature in the world, and you are even more proud of it, but you don't know that all creatures are unique in the world. You just have better aptitude. How can you be proud?"

"You still don't know what a real saint is. The one who suppressed you here today is just the incarnation of a saint. There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. Monkey King, when will you understand this truth?"

"Why are you so noisy?" Sun Wukong opened his eyes and shouted impatiently, "If I lose today, I lose. Whether you kill or suppress, what are you talking about here?"

Yang Jian looked at the wine jar in his hand and said in a low voice: "I just don't want to see you go astray, if you don't listen, I don't say anything."

After saying that, he put away the wine jar in his hand, and Yang Jian made a gesture to leave.

Sun Wukong has the most typical character, Yang Jian has already figured it out back then, that is, "Eat the soft but not the hard".

Sure enough, Yang Jian turned to leave.

But Sun Wukong couldn't help shouting: "Then Zhenjun, wait a minute... I would be wrong if you are an old grandson. You say you are."

Yang Jian laughed secretly in his heart, turned around again, and babbled at Monkey King for a while.

Sun Wukong could still listen to a few words at first, but later on he was a little dizzy, so he rolled his eyes and let Yang Jian talk about something.

'This Erlang Zhenjun is so fierce when fighting, we can't even fight back. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a kind person in private. '

Sun Wukong squinted his eyes and smiled, unknowingly, he had already begun to be influenced by Yang Jian.

After half an hour.

"Hey, Yang Jian, we don't know each other, right?"

Sun Wukong asked such a question, raised his head and drank the wine poured from the floating wine jar next to him, and lowered his head to take a mouthful of juicy peaches, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Naturally," Yang Jian shook the wine jar that was almost empty, and sat on the big rock beside him in a wild posture, "I can see the ones in the heavenly court, one is you, the Monkey King, and the other is Li Tianwang's third son Nezha."

"That little baby is not weak," Sun Wukong said with emotion, while Yang Jian chuckled and shook his head beside him.

Sun Wukong suddenly asked: "Compared with the Tathagata, Yang Jian, who is more capable?"

"I'm not yet sanctified, but I'm already a saint, although it's just an incarnation."

Monkey King asked again: "Then how far am I from the Saint Realm?"

"A lot," Yang Jian shook his head, thinking that the monkey had finally caught up, and took advantage of the situation to "popularize" the difference between quasi-sage and saint for the monkey.

When he was in Fangcun Mountain, what Sun Wukong needed to think about was how to live forever and how to prove Daluo. At that time, he couldn't tell him what a quasi-sage is, and the real realm of immortal saint.

Now, Yang Jian has spent so much talking, just to come and give advice to Monkey King.

Second lecture.

Sun Wukong was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, which was actually of great benefit to Sun Wukong's practice, and it would allow him to settle down quickly and not get lost in the rapid expansion of his mana realm.

Obviously, the Buddhist side also spent a lot of thought on studying how to help Monkey King practice.

Of course, the purpose of Buddhism is to train a gold medalist for himself, which is obviously different from Yang Jian's purpose.

As soon as Yang Jian opened his mouth, he was eloquent again.

He had no choice, and he didn't want to be a chatterbox, but he finally seized the opportunity at this time, and it was rare for this monkey to look modest and ask for advice, so he could only talk and write more at the moment.

Gradually, from sunset to midnight, the eastern sky turns pale.

The empty wine jar next to Sun Wukong's head piled up into a hill, and the peach pits were spat all over the ground, lying there with a face full of intoxication, still in his sleep.

Yang Jian sat aside, looked at Sun Houzi for a few times, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

You should remember everything, what you said.

This monkey really can't make people worry once...

Standing up, Yang Jian wanted to leave directly, but suddenly thought of something.

The figure disappeared in a flash, not long after, he caught a few mountain spirits and threw them here, told them to take care of the Monkey King, left some spirit stones, and then fled away.

This is the real thing. Flick your sleeves and hide your achievements and fame.

How high the monkey can reach in the future depends entirely on how the monkey handles it. What should be taught and what should be said has been explained clearly.

As for how Sun Wukong would treat him, True Monarch Erlang...

That's not what Yang Jian would consider.