The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Leaving Lingshan, Yang Jian hurried back to the ethereal land where the saint was, and entered the chaotic clock to practice again.

Although it was only a half-day delay, it interrupted his comprehension of the Bajiu Xuangong. I have to say that this made Yang Jian feel a little helpless.

But being able to protect Monkey King is equivalent to protecting another hope for Hong Huang, and the result is not bad.

Buddhism...

After he beheaded Ge Li, the Golden Zun of the Five Elements, both Heavenly Court and Buddhism tried their best to avoid provoking him. Now they are plotting against Sun Wukong, probably because they think that he will not notice this matter when he retreats in the Chaos Clock.

But Yang Jian returned to the place of retreat, but his mind could not concentrate for a long time.

There are two doubts lingering in his heart, which made him have to think more.

First, there was chaos in Journey to the West. The real and fake Monkey King, who were supposed to be at a later position, actually moved ahead of the three dozen Bone Demons. This was a bit wrong with what Yang Jian knew.

Yang Jian had already understood before that the stories he knew were all 'perfect' scripts written by Tiandao when there were no variables.

He is a variable in Fengshen, who calculated Jiang Shang and took advantage of the situation, which also caused the story of Fengshen to be similar to the original story, and the process has changed a lot.

Now that he didn't interfere with Journey to the West, what kind of variables existed in the world, which made the Journey to the West deviate from the original 'script'.

This variable must be an existence that the prehistoric world does not detect. Yang Jian thought about it, and three words popped up in his heart...

Xeon.

"They interfered with Journey to the West?"

As soon as Yang Jian had this idea, he immediately got out of hand.

In fact, it's not just the Xeons, but the dogs and claws of the Xeons are all variables for the catastrophe of Journey to the West.

Judging from the current situation, the variables do not seem to be too strong, and the impact on Journey to the West is not too obvious. It seems that the other party is secretly planning something, and neither the prehistoric world nor the saints are aware of it.

These things, if Yang Jian has time, he really wants to dig deeper.

But at this time, he has reached the critical moment of enlightenment and practice. Whether he can break through to the strongest realm before the catastrophe depends entirely on whether he can push the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts to its peak during these years of Journey to the West.

Forget it, even if something is found out, it can't change the 'result' of the imminent catastrophe.

This is only the first doubt, the second doubt is more complicated.

In the Buddha realm of the netherworld, the pagoda where Ksitigarbha and Di Ting live, Yang Jian still has an inexplicable and weird feeling when he recalls it at this time.

This feeling is quite strange, especially when he looks at the Divine Beast of Diting, he always feels that he and the Divine Beast have met somewhere...

However, neither his current life nor Dubi in his previous life had any memory of the Divine Beast of Di Ting.

This mythical beast is actually a wild alien species, and Yang Jian can also see the "growth process" of Di Ting's divine beast through the Dao of Heaven, and his feet are innocent.

"Maybe it's because of the similar aura with Senior Bai Ze."

Yang Jian said something in a low voice, sat in the void and thought for a while, then shook his head, allowing himself to enter the state of practice.

Taking advantage of his unsettled mind, Yang Jian moved his mind to the avatar, first went to Hei Ling Kingdom for half a circle, and then moved his mind to the avatar in Fengdu City.

Opening his eyes, he saw ten Yan Jun talking and laughing in front of him, and Xiao Tiangou who was feasting on the side.

Before Yang Jian hurriedly summoned his real body to go to Lingshan, but the avatar was thrown in Fengdu City. Only now did he find himself standing on a street corner, surrounded by ghost guards.

"The real king is here!"

King Qin Guang's eyes lit up, and he brought the other Yan Jun forward to salute, and Yang Jian also cupped his hands and made a salute.

"Zhenjun, why did you throw your incarnation here?"

"I was in a hurry before, so I didn't have time to move it," Yang Jian replied with a smile, and asked directly, "Is your mother in seclusion?"

"I haven't retreated, the empress has an order. If you come, you can go directly to the reincarnation disk to find her."

"Thank you," Yang Jian cupped his hands, exchanged a few words of courtesy, and then flew towards the wheel of reincarnation with Xiao Tiangou.

The other side where Yang Jian has been meeting with Houtu is actually equivalent to the projection of Houtu's state of mind, between existence and non-existence, quite mysterious.

Entering the other side of the Six Paths of Reincarnation this time, Yang Jian saw a chic attic where Houtu was holding a snack with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Ma'am...cough, sister?"

"Are you here? Come in quickly, and try my beginner's craft."

Houtu smiled lightly at Yang Jian, as if flowers were blooming in the warmth of spring, and felt the lingering rays of the sun.

Yang Jian bowed to Houtu, familiarity is familiarity, and those who deserve respect should still be respected. This is Yang Jian's insistence.

Sitting beside Houtu, looking at the refreshments made by Houtu, Yang Jian was somewhat dumbfounded.

She didn't use any mana, and the materials she used were quite exquisite, they were all fairy fruit and fairy tea, but the appearance of this dim sum...

"Do not laugh."

"Hey, yes, can I eat it now?" Yang Jian took a stuff that looked like a steamed bun, sniffed it first, and then stuffed it into his mouth, feeling transparent, cool and comfortable.

"Although the appearance is a bit miserable, the taste is good."

Hou Tu suddenly smiled softly, with a rare smug expression in his smile.

She took a cloud handkerchief and wiped her fingers carefully, put the snacks on a plate, pushed them in front of Yang Jian, and asked softly, "You have been practicing hard recently. These snacks are actually made of fairy fruits that refresh the mind and enlightenment. You should eat more."

"I would have let the real body come over if I knew it earlier." Yang Jian sighed with some regret, picked up the snack and stuffed it into his mouth, "Sister, you are sitting in the Nether Realm, have you ever felt the change of the Nether Stream in the North Sea?"

"Well, I was the first to notice this," Hou Tu said seriously, "There are countless armies gathered under the Nether Stream. They are all creatures who once existed in the wild world, but were unwilling to die. The method of the most powerful man is really shocking. He was born from death, and he completed this matter in such a short period of time."

"The most powerful person is stronger than the saint after all, otherwise how can it be called a catastrophe?" Yang Jian said with a smile, and continued to stuff his head with snacks.

Houtu sighed faintly, resting his chin with a jade hand, tilting his head to look at Yang Jian.

She said: "It would be great if my brothers and sisters could also live from death."

"What? The ones resurrected by the most powerful are all monster races?"

"The monster race accounts for a large part. Besides, there are many dragon, phoenix and even human monks." Houtu shook his head lightly, "I sensed these in a glimpse before, but before I could check carefully, the divine sense was blocked out of the Nether Stream."

Yang Jian said: "At that time, I will send people to the Netherworld to support."

"Their goal should be on the ground, and there won't be too strong an offensive underground," Houtu said. "After I became a saint, the strength of the underworld ghosts is not what it used to be, but they can barely fight."

"It's better to prepare more backhands, so as to be prepared," Yang Jian shook his head. After he insisted for a while, Houtu would naturally nod in agreement.

The two discussed for a while about the entry of the spirit clan's reinforcements into the Netherworld, and Yang Jian's visit this time was also for this purpose.

After they finished discussing, Yang Jian wrote a letter in his own hand, which was later sent by Houtu to the camp of the Chaos Spirit Race army outside the sky.

Yang Jian finished discussing the business, and started chatting with Houtu again: "Sister, have you dealt with the Buddhist Ksitigarbha?"

"There have been a few encounters," Hou Tu said, "that can be regarded as a genius in Buddhism, and he has great perseverance. He made the great wish of vowing not to become a Buddha until hell is empty."

Yang Jian murmured for a few moments, and said, "This grand wish may seem like a bluff at first glance, but it's nothing new after careful consideration."

"That's true," Hou Tu said with a wry smile, "The Buddhist sect has made it clear that they will never die in occupying my underworld."

Yang Jian nodded and said in response: "That's right, the eighteen hells are not from their Buddhist sect. They were born in the netherworld by themselves when they established the six realms of reincarnation."

Yang Jian paused for a while, because Houtu put his hands on his left hand and patted it lightly, "Brother, you are in great danger now, you should practice with peace of mind, don't think about these troublesome things."

"But I always feel that there are more or less problems with Buddhism."

Houtu said: "Buddhism was born out of Western religions. Western religions rely on the two leaders to make great wishes and establish a great world, so that they have doctrines and dogmas..."

"That's right, Buddhism's own teachings are based on grand ambitions, so what is there to expect from Buddhism itself?"

Yang Jian stood up, paced back and forth, and finally could only shake his head and sigh.

Now it is impossible to get to the bottom of the various faults of Buddhism. When the apocalypse comes, all forces that can be united must try to unite as much as possible. No matter how dirty Buddhism and Heaven are, they can only turn a blind eye.

"Oh, I'm going back to practice first."

"Well, don't think too much, just rest assured."

"Sister, when you have nothing to do on weekdays, observe the movements in the Buddhist realm more," Yang Jian instructed, "especially the golden pagoda, as well as Truth Listening and Ksitigarbha."

"I'll keep an eye on them, don't worry."

Yang Jian smiled casually, but didn't think too much, and bowed to Houtu, and the avatar gradually faded.

Talking with Houtu, Yang Jian's Taoist heart finally calmed down gradually, and after eating a lot of Houtu's fairy fruits, Yang Jian's thoughts were clear at this time, inspiration emerged, and he devoted himself to the practice of Bajiu Xuangong excitedly.

After Yang Jian left, Houtu sat there in a daze for a while, then stretched out a finger, and gently drew a circle in front of him.

Within the circle, the golden pagoda was extremely clear, and every move inside it could not escape Houtu's eyes.

It's just that Houtu didn't notice it. The moment she started to observe the golden pagoda, the little monk in white who was meditating on the top floor had a slightly disdainful smile...

On the Westward Journey, Monkey King returns with somersaulting clouds, and reunites with Tang Seng, Tianpeng and Sha Wujing again.

Although Sun Wukong has not been replaced, he has matured somewhat, with less playfulness and more time for thinking.

The same, but still the slow canopy and the smiling Sha Wujing, anyway, for the two of them, the big brother will support the sky when the sky falls, so they don't have to worry about it.

If we talk about the benefits of this catastrophe...

Since the last time he was kicked by the fake monkey king, the number of times Xuanzang recited the magic spell decreased significantly.