The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Practicing in the Chaos Clock is actually quite boring.

But this kind of boring is extremely rare at this time. If it is outside the Chaos Clock, it is really difficult for Yang Jian to have such a long time to retreat and understand the profound meaning of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu.

However, there was always a thin line behind, and the Eighty Nine Mysterious Kungfu could not be sanctified.

This line difference is actually the limit of the eighth level of the Immortal Xuanhuang Body that Yang Jian has been exploring, but has been unable to find.

I still don't know where the door is, and how to push the door to enter.

This time, Yang Jian finally realized how difficult it is to practice, and also felt how difficult it is for most monks to spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years in order to break through a small realm.

Even later, Yang Jian himself felt a little self-defeating, thinking that even if he was given another hundred thousand years, if he didn't have that ray of light, he might not be able to understand the key to it.

In this way, Yang Jian took the initiative to get out of the Chaos Clock and asked several saints for advice.

Only then did I realize that two or three years had passed, and it seemed that there were only a few short years of light and shadow left before the catastrophe came.

Yang Jian explained his plight in cultivating Taoism, and all the saints deduced it, but they all shook their heads and sighed.

"Cultivation is my own business," Yang Jian said hurriedly, "Maybe if I go out for a walk and relax my mind, I can also feel something."

Naturally, the saints would not refuse, but just asked Yang Jian not to be impatient.

After leaving Da Luotian, Yang Jian went to Zhenjun Mansion, and found a fairy pavilion to sit alone for half a day.

Watching the sea of ​​clouds is green, but the heart is not disturbed;

Seeing the rays of light bursting out, but I didn't have the slightest thought of chasing after them.

This is too long of closed-door practice, somewhat unadapted to the changeable surrounding environment.

"Master? Aren't you resting in the back hall?"

Zixia's voice came from the side, and Yang Jian turned his head to look, also slightly startled.

Didn't she go to Hei Ling Kingdom?

That's right, as soon as Zixia went to Hei Ling Country, it happened that Hei Ling Country sent an army back to Honghuang. She couldn't see Yao Ji and many acquaintances in Hei Ling Country, so she followed the army back to Hong Huang.

On the contrary, after turning around in the sea of ​​chaos, his cultivation has improved a lot.

Seeing the beautiful disciple in neon clothes and fairy clothes flying over the clouds, he just sighed softly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, the practice has difficulties, and I can't move forward in time."

"Oh," Zixia blinked, leaned over to look at Yang Jian's tired face, and said seriously: "Master, I think you must be a little tired, why don't you take a good sleep, maybe you will be able to understand directly when you wake up."

"You girl," Yang Jian chuckled casually, and then couldn't help but yawned, "That's not bad. Where is my avatar? I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Master, come with me."

At that moment, Zixia led Yang Jian around the somewhat deserted Zhenjun Mansion, and sent Master to the place where the avatar was.

Yang Jian raised his hand to disperse the avatar, and then found a soft bed to lie down. Zixia who was beside him hurriedly lit incense for the master, arranged the curtains, and then obediently went to wait outside the hall.

Not long after, Yang Jian really fell asleep.

It's just that there was no dream this time, Yang Jian was just tense for too long before, and it's really rare to relax a little at this time.

But it's a pity that although a sleep made him full of energy and his mind returned to normal, there was still no inspiration from the Bajiu Xuangong.

Ask God Pangu?

Yang Jian thought about it for a second, if this method is feasible, Daozi Tianyan might have dragged him to learn it; there are actually many restrictions on using the Chaos Clock to travel back to the past, and if you understand it carefully, it is also a great way.

At this point, you can only rely on yourself.

"Master, have you realized it?"

"Not yet, I'm going to walk around the wilderness as a teacher, will you go?"

"Go, of course! It's really boring to stay in the mansion all day and don't know where to go to play."

Yang Jian knocked on Zixia's forehead with a smile, summoned the Roaring Dog, and drove the cloud together towards the mortal world.

Although it was a casual walk, Yang Jian still purposefully chose a deserted beach.

He stopped on a sand dune and stood there for a long time; after thousands of years of wind and sand, he seemed to see the ruined city, the small courtyard, the place where his dream of the wild began.

After staying here for a short time, Yang Jian took Zixia back to Yuquan Mountain, and together with Zixia, they cleaned the dilapidated cave in Yuquan Mountain.

"Master, why doesn't Grandmaster live here anymore?"

"Your master is sanctified, and you sit in the land of heaven with a few saints," Yang Jian said. "This place can't be abandoned. If you want to establish a sect in the future and spread the teachings, you can ask your master to borrow this blessed place."

"Wow……"

"By the way, there are three-life lotus seeds here. Do you want to try it? You can see your own past and future lives, which is quite miraculous."

Yang Jian pointed to the pond full of lotus flowers, Zixia blinked, obviously moved, but still shook her head slightly.

"Without Master, I know that this life is enough."

Yang Jian couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, as if a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, but he couldn't catch it in time.

After stopping for a long time, Yang Jian experienced it for a while, but returned without success.

After staying in Yuquan Mountain for half a day, taking advantage of the thin moon and stars, Yang Jian took his apprentices and old friends to go boating on the clouds, drinking and having fun, feeling very happy.

Xiaotiangou is still so loyal and honest, if Xiaoying is here, he doesn't know how he will be bullied by Xiaoying.

With a thought in mind, Yang Jian sailed towards Xiniu Hezhou. In the southern part of Xiniu Hezhou, he found the traces of the four people from Journey to the West, and then he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Daughter country?"

"Master, what daughter country?"

"Here is a country of mortals, all women in the country, relying on a river of gods to give birth, and all the children born are women."

Yang Jian briefly explained a few words, and Zixia's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she clamored to go down for a walk.

It's not a big deal, so Yang Jian followed his disciple to mess around and use the method of transformation. Yang Jian changed into Ao Xinke's appearance and landed on the side of the mother-child river with Zixia.

Zixia ran to the river, squatted there and looked at it curiously, "Master, can you really have a daughter after drinking this water?"

"you try?"

"I don't want it, she's not married yet."

"Hahaha," Yang Jian chuckled a few times, walked to the river with Xiao Tiangou, looked at the face of his wife reflected in the river, and felt a little missing in his heart.

Perhaps Xinke and the others felt that they had just separated, but in Yang Jian's view, an unknown number of years had passed.

Xiaotiangou went to the river for a stroll, but didn't dare to drink the river water. After all, it was afraid that the male dog would have a litter of puppies, which would violate the taboo of their Tiangu clan.

"Zixia is gone, I'll take you to see the monk and talk about love."

"What's so interesting about the monk...it's not Master, you old man..."

"Um?"

"Hee hee, master, when will you find a new mistress?" Zixia ran over to hold Yang Jian's arms, and Yang Jian's stern face soon lost control and returned to his original smile.

Letting Zixia chatter in his ears, Yang Jian took Zixia straight to the capital of her daughter country nearby, hiding her figure and going to the post house first.

The three strange-looking monks got drunk and fell asleep in the bedroom.

Zixia asked in a voice: "Master, isn't this the Great Sage Equaling Heaven? Hey, why does this pig demon feel so familiar?"

"You still don't know about Buddhism's plan to travel to the west? This fat man is Marshal Tianpeng."

"Oh, it turned out to be them... How did the handsome and mighty Marshal Tianpeng turn into this appearance? Could it be that the Jade Emperor secretly took revenge on him for fighting with the Jade Emperor for Chang'e?"

Yang Jian couldn't help being dumb for a while, looking down at Zixia who was arranging gossip in a serious manner, and didn't know how to complain.

"If you don't practice well on weekdays, why do you think about all these things all day long?"

"Master, don't blame me, this disciple knows his mistake."

"Hmph, this is more or less..."

"Where is the monk that Master mentioned talking about love?"

"Follow me," Yang Jian smiled mysteriously, and took Zixia and Xiao Tiangou to the back garden of the palace.

In a deserted pavilion, two figures were very close.

One is a young monk with a handsome face and wearing a coarse cassock, with a cautious expression at this time, and he only reads scriptures with his eyes closed;

The king was pouring wine and calling softly 'Brother Yu', while Tang Seng only recited 'Amitabha' for a while.

Zixia chuckled, and quickly covered her small mouth. Fortunately, the two people in the arena were mortals, so they didn't notice the movement.

"Brother Yu, there is no one else here, do you really have the heart to let me talk endlessly here alone?"

"My lord..." Xuanzang opened his eyes, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, he glanced at the lord who is so beautiful to others, and quickly looked away, "The poor monk should abide by the rules of the monks, and the lord should also cherish his own reputation."

"I am the lord, who can say anything about me?" The lord of the daughter country said softly, "When I saw Brother Yu, I knew that you were the sweetheart I had been waiting for for so long. Isn't it good for others to learn from the scriptures? Why doesn't Brother Yu want to stay here with me? You and I have children, enjoy wealth and honor for a lifetime, and are free and unrestricted by the rules. Isn't it a good thing?"

"Amitabha……"

"Brother Yu..."

This coquettish moan makes people's bones half crisp.

Zixia at the side swept the goosebumps on her jade arm, and muttered softly: "Does the ruler of this country not like men? The birth is not bad, but it's just that it's cheaper for this monk than it is for my master, a Taoist priest."

"What nonsense?" Yang Jian reprimanded with a straight face, and Zixia laughed coquettishly again.

Yang Jian murmured a few times, while Zixia blinked and had some thoughts.

"Master, do you see that the ruler of the country has let go of his femininity, why don't we secretly fulfill their love for such a bitter love?"

"It's not impossible," Yang Jian actually thought this way, wanting to see whether he would have any impact on Buddhism if he plotted against Xuanzang here.

Just do it.

Yang Jian flicked his fingers, and a ray of profound energy penetrated into Xuanzang's neck. The latter's body shook slightly, and then his expression began to be a little...drunk adopted son...

"Brother Yu, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah," Xuanzang sighed softly, picked up the wine bottle on the side, and drank it down in one gulp. The eyes of the princess of the daughter country on the side were even more blurred.

Yang Jian suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, feeling that the little resentment in his heart that had nowhere to vent his anger after being provoked by Buddhism was finally swept away.