The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Master, can we go down for a stroll? The scenery here is so beautiful."

Zixia's voice awakened Yang Jian from his astonishment, and Yang Jian looked at the well-behaved apprentice kneeling beside him, feeling inexplicably dumbfounded.

Is this true?

In the prehistoric times, isn't Journey to the West a catastrophe? Could it be that the female apprentice I accepted on the banks of the Wei River was really involved in the disaster of Journey to the West?

Yang Jian is not afraid of this little catastrophe, after all, the Western Sect is behind Journey to the West, and Yang Jian can offend the Western Sect no matter in terms of his own strength or the forces behind it.

If Conferring the Gods is the turning point of the great prosperity of the Western religion, then Journey to the West is the key "plot" for the great prosperity of the Western religion by gathering the luck of heaven and earth.

The covenant of the six saints, the death of the Taoist ancestor, the Western religion should be rejuvenated...

"Master, let's go for a walk."

Zixia looked at Yang Jian grievously, "Just stroll around for a while, let's go for a walk and come back."

Feng Wu on the side couldn't help but persuade, "Let me go for a walk with her."

"Well, that's fine," Yang Jian nodded slightly, covering his thoughts, and stared at Zixia for a few times.

Suddenly laughing dumbly, Yang Jian waved his hand, "I'll go with you too, the scenery here is very pleasant. How did you find this place?"

Zixia hurriedly replied: "Just now I saw a colorful cloud flying, and we came here after chasing it."

"This place is..."

"To the north is Dongsheng Shenzhou, to the east is the East China Sea, and to the south is Nanzhan Buzhou," Feng Wu said softly, and there is a huge city on earth thousands of miles to the south. "

Yang Jian's spiritual sense swept over him, and he couldn't help being amused.

This place is thousands of miles northeast of Chentang Pass, but Yang Jian never noticed it before.

"Go, I'll practice here for a while."

Feng Shan said softly, sitting there with her head bowed, meditating quietly.

This group of mountains is like an innate formation, slowly absorbing the aura from the East Sea. The mountains are guarding a high mountain, and on the top of the mountain, there seems to be another formation, and the formed clouds and mist cover that place.

Yang Jian's heart moved, but he said calmly: "Let's take a walk in a place with good scenery, so as not to disturb other people's caves."

"Which fairy lives on this mountain?" Zixia asked in a low voice.

"Which immortal..." Yang Jian thought for a while, and the word "monkey" almost blurted out, but he still smiled lightly and did not answer.

The three of them landed next to a forest on a mountainside, and saw many flowers and trees in the forest, and when the wind blew, many petals floated up, causing Zixia to keep calling out softly.

Yang Jian and Feng Wu stood by the forest, watching Zixia walking through the forest of flowers.

"It's really enviable to be so carefree." Feng Wu murmured softly, and Yang Jian responded with a little carelessness.

His spiritual sense was checking the situation on the top of the mountain, and indeed he vaguely saw a stubborn stone that was breathing out vitality; standing there, the stubborn stone curled up like a giant figure.

Congenital stone fetus, Nuwa mending stone.

This heel, this accumulation, if one day it turns into its own mana, it will definitely be a shocking innate creature.

Sure enough, it was the monkey.

"What's wrong?" Feng Wu asked softly.

"Oh, it's okay," Yang Jian recovered and said with a smile, "I'm thinking about what I saw in the chaos just now."

There was a little curiosity in Feng Wu's eyes, and after temporarily putting aside all the troubles on her body, her eyes were as clear as when they first met.

"Can you talk to me?"

"Why not?" Yang Jian replied with a smile, and slowly told what he had seen and heard all the way to Xuandu City, and also told him about capturing one of the four spirit masters and being connected to Xuandu City.

Feng Wu said in a low voice: "It would be great if I could accompany you to travel in the Chaos Sea."

Yang Jian didn't know how to answer the words for a while; Feng Wu knew that he had slipped his words, his cheeks were flushed, and he lowered his head and looked away.

Just when Yang Jian was hesitating whether to hook up with the girl from the Feng clan, a Taoist call came from the side, and a Taoist with a white hair, childlike face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes descended from the cloud and flew slowly towards him.

In the distance, the old Taoist waved his whisk and bowed to Yang Jian: "I have seen Zhenjun Erlang."

"Fellow Daoist, you're very polite." Yang Jian also bowed to return the salute. After a little perception of this old Daoist's cultivation, he found that he couldn't see through it.

Feeling a little wary in his heart, he sent a message telling Feng Wu to go find Zixia and prepare to leave at any time, Yang Jian took the initiative to take a few steps forward.

Although his incarnation is not without the power to fight, but it can't fight for too long, and it will be difficult to make up for the loss of profound energy and profound handle.

Seeing that Yang Jian was a little vigilant, the old Taoist smiled and said, "The poor Taoist Xu Bodhi learned from the two sages of the West, and is ordered by his master to guard this place."

It's him?

Yang Jian once heard people say that the Western Sect also has many second-generation sects with profound magic power. The Western Sect has been overwhelmed by the Taoist sect before, and its disciples are not well-known in the prehistoric world.

But as disciples of saints, these disciples of Western religion saints are quite advanced in strength.

For example, the Xu Bodhi in front of him is a great power that Master Yuding Master has mentioned to Yang Jian.

His teacher was guided by a sage, who practiced the Dao of Jiekong. In ancient times, he came to the Taoist school to ask for advice on the cultivation method. He gathered the strengths of the Taoist school and the Western religion, and was deeply loved by Yuanshi Tianzun.

This is an old god who wholeheartedly seeks the Tao. He made friends cautiously in the prehistoric, traveled all over the three thousand worlds, and spent a long time searching for the true meaning of Tao in the sea of ​​chaos.

Now, I didn't expect to meet here...

"It turned out to be Senior Xu Bodhi," Yang Jian cupped his hands and said, "My master once said that senior is dedicated to seeking the Tao and is a benchmark for monks. Today I can see you, and you are truly extraordinary."

"True Monarch's praise. In the past, I had a discussion with Master Jade Cauldron on Kunlun Mountain, and I admired Daoist Master Yuding Daoist. Now that True Monarch has risen from all over the world, he is a young hero with extraordinary bravery. I dare not praise him like this." Xu Boti smiled and shook his head, rather modestly.

Xu Bodhi said: "The reason why the poor Taoist showed up is because he heard what the true king said about the things in the Xuandu city, and he was really curious. In the past, the poor Taoist traveled to the prehistoric regions and visited the Xuandu city, but it is a pity that he failed to enter. This is a pity in his life."

"Oh?" Yang Jian asked calmly, "Why can't seniors enter Xuandu City? It stands to reason that Master Xuandu shouldn't hinder seniors."

Xu Bodhi sighed softly, "I've been waiting outside the city for a thousand years... Forget it, don't mention it. Maybe fellow Taoists will tell the poor Taoist about the situation in Xuandu City? To relieve the poor Taoist's regrets."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, and raised his hand to release a burst of profound energy, which was like a 'sand sculpture', roughly describing the scene of Xuandu City he had seen before.

Xu Bodhi watched quietly, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's so dilapidated."

"Senior, do you want to find the foundation of enlightenment?"

Xu Bodhi shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "The opportunity to become a saint lies in oneself, in self-examination, in self-enlightenment, and you can't find it anywhere."

"Senior's great advice," Yang Jian looked up at Xu Bodhi immediately.

Xu Bodhi slowly cupped his hands, and said again: "This second matter... It's a little hard to say, I wonder if I can ask Zhenjun to accompany me to that mountain? After I talk about this, I hope Zhenjun can discuss with me. I will seek the true meaning of mystic skills."

Yang Jian looked at the place pointed by Xu Bodhi's whisk, thought for a while, nodded slightly, and attracted Feng Wu and Zixia to go to the main peak here together.

On the top of the peak, outside the battle formation, Yang Jian looked at the innate spirit stone that was shining with colorful light, and exclaimed: "What a stone fetus."

"Zhenjun really has extraordinary eyesight," Xu Boti chuckled, and transformed into four futons, and the four of them sat cross-legged one by one.

Zixia is a bit restrained, tense, afraid of embarrassing her master...

Xu Bodhi said: "This spirit stone was originally left here by the sage empress in ancient times when she was mending the sky. Over the years, a bit of spirituality gradually developed, and a stone embryo was born in it. I found this place by accident when I traveled east. I saw this stone embryo. I really like it. I want to accept him as a disciple when he is born, so I have been waiting here."

"Oh?" Yang Jian felt a little strange.

Could it be that the 'resistance' and 'disgust' he expressed to the Western religion were not enough? How did Xu Bodhi tell him all these words?

Xu Bodhi smiled and said: "I know that the true king's heart is towards the Taoist school, and he has a little disdain for Western religions, but the true king needs to know that the practice of all spirits is detachment, and all paths are different, but the same way."

"Senior's words, someone once told me," Yang Jian chuckled, and brought the topic back to the topic, "The profound art that senior wants to seek, is the eighty-nine profound art?"

"That's right," Xu Bodhi sighed, "Poverty Dao has been deduced for a long time, and among the many Taos suitable for the practice of this stone womb, only the Bajiu Xuan Gong is the most suitable for it."

While speaking, Xu Bodhi took out a jade talisman from his bosom and handed it to Yang Jian.

"This is the profound art bestowed by the respected master back then. It contains many comments from me. Please take a look at it."

Yang Jian took the jade talisman, and a ray of spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. After careful consideration, surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

It has to be said that Xu Bodhi's understanding of the Bajiu Xuangong is quite profound, and he tried to use another kind of rhyme, another way, and another way of thinking to explain the true meaning of the Bajiu Xuangong...

After a long time, Yang Jian exhaled slowly and returned the jade talisman.

"Practice according to this method, and you will be able to fully discover the potential of this stone fetus," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "but, if you want to practice Xuan Gong successfully, there is still one thing missing."

"What?"

Yang Jian sighed lightly, just now the profound energy changed again, and condensed into a mountain towering in the sky.

"Bu Zhoushan?"

Xu Bodhi frowned and thought, sitting there trying to comprehend enlightenment, suddenly his eyes sparkled, he got up and bowed to Yang Jian.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for reminding me. Poverty Tao already knows how to teach this spiritual fetus to practice. Zhenjun is really very human, and the essence of enlightenment is beyond the reach of Poverty Dao."

"Don't dare, dare not," Yang Jian smiled, but there was a murmur in his heart.

Did he say anything?

Sure enough, pretending to be a magic stick is much easier than talking about theory...

"Huh?" Yang Jian seemed to catch something in the corner of his eyes, got up from the futon, walked to the stubborn rock in two steps, and raised his hand to touch the stubborn rock.

He wasn't interested in rocks, and he wasn't much interested in the monkeys inside.

What caught his attention was an iron plate embedded in the stubborn stone.

'eight'.

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, the eighth iron card turned out to be this monkey.