The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Self-defeating cultivation, it sounds easy to say, but it is really more uncomfortable than killing them.

As soon as Yang Jian said this, Puxian, Cihang, Fear Liusun and others also showed helplessness, as if they were ready for the first battle.

Hearing a cold snort coming from outside the hall, Taoist Zhunti was expressing his dissatisfaction, but Yang Jian didn't take a second look, still just staring at Ran Deng and the others.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Kill yourself."

Cihang sighed softly, and said softly: "We are all in the same sect, why bother to make trouble like this. After I enter the Western religion, if there is any danger in explaining the teaching, I will do my best to help."

"Heh," Taoist Huanglong twitched his mouth, "Junior Sister Cihang said, today is the time to become a teacher on your own, right?"

Fear Liusun also said: "I am waiting to come here today to report this matter to the teacher."

"So that's how it is," Yang Jian answered. He wanted to say a few more words to force them into a dead end, but suddenly felt that it was meaningless to do so.

They are not in the same way as the disciples of Chanjiao, so it is useless to force them to stay.

Yang Jian said: "Since you all want to report this matter to Master today, why don't you please stay here and make a decision after Master comes back from work."

"Can't wait," Ran Deng said, "There must be results today."

Chi Jingzi snorted, "I don't see you guys in such a hurry when I have difficulties in my teaching. If you want to apostate today, why can't you wait for a moment?"

Ran Deng shook his head, "This is not apostasy, it's just my practice in exchange."

"That's right!" The Cihang Taoist hurriedly said, "Teacher is still a teacher, but we practiced in a different place..."

Yang Jian said coldly: "Although the words are pleasant to hear, but you have changed your tone after leaving this place today, and slandered me with bad words, so what?"

"This is definitely not the case," Fear Liusun murmured a few times, "We can make an oath to the Dao of Heaven, and we will never be enemies of Chanjiao in the future, nor will we say anything that slanders Chanjiao."

"Sounds good!" Master Taiyi scolded, "If you leave Kunlun Mountain today, all the sentient beings in the world will see the jokes of Yuxu Palace! If you want to talk nonsense with them, just fight!"

Taoist Zhunti had a little shadow in his eyes.

Maybe it was because of Yu Ding and Yang Jian's embarrassment. Today, the saint wants to find some ground, so he speaks again on the cloud:

"If there is anyone who hinders fellow Taoists from entering our West today, he will be an enemy of our Western religion."

Master Taiyi turned his head to look at Zhunti, furious at the moment, his long hair fluttered vertically without wind!

A flash of sword light shot out from the gate of the palace, and slashed straight at Zhunti; while Daoist Taiyi was furious, with many spiritual treasures floating around him, streams of light blasted at Zhunti!

If there is a disagreement, he directly strikes, and he strikes at the only saint in this place!

Zhunti was already a little angry in his heart, seeing the real Taiyi coming to his door, the wonderful tree of seven treasures in his hand was shining brightly.

The dozen streams of light stopped a hundred feet in front of Zhunti, and then fell straight down; when Zhunti flicked his sleeves, Daoist Taiyi vomited blood in response, and the immortal lights around him trembled, and fell down.

"Uncle!"

Yang Jian yelled out aloud, and before he could take a step forward, Master Yuding disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, Yuding had already caught Master Taiyi, raised his hand and tapped dozens of times on the hollow of Master Taiyi's chest, then turned to look at Taoist Zhunti.

Chi Jingzi and Taoist Huanglong came hand in hand, and caught the real Taiyi; Taoist Huanglong stared at Zhunti, then lowered his head obediently, and brought Taiyi quickly back into the hall.

"How dare you attack a saint!" Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun looked at the unconscious Daoist Taiyi and sneered, "I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"You know the sky is high and the earth is thick?" Yang Jian replied coldly, holding a spear full of cracks in his hand, his eyes filled with fighting intent.

Even if an incarnation cannot fight for a long time, Yang Jian is still confident that he can win Wenshu.

"Nephew Yang Jian, step back for now."

When Guang Chengzi's voice came, Yang Jian looked a little unwilling, but he could only stop and didn't say much.

Outside Yuxu Palace, Daoist Yuding and Taoist Zhunti confronted each other far away. Although neither of them had made a move, they seemed to be confronting each other based on Taoism.

Ran Deng said: "Today's matter, it is better to let it go, I will leave after this."

Guang Chengzi remained silent, frowning and watching the lamp.

Obviously, between fighting or not fighting, staying or not staying, Guang Chengzi is still a little undecided at this time.

In fact, it was because Guang Chengzi was a little jealous of this hidden deputy leader of the lamp; if Guang Chengzi was 100% sure, he would definitely not let the Western Cult ride on their heads to pee today.

But no matter how Guang Chengzi calculated in his mind, if there was a war today, even if Ran Deng and others could be left behind, there would still be a considerable price to pay for teaching.

Such a loss, maybe the interpretation of education will be as lonely as the cut-off teaching

Guang Chengzi glanced at Yang Jian from the corner of his eyes, and seemed to sigh inwardly.

If Yang Jian's real body was here instead of an incarnation, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

Fear Liusun suddenly said: "Senior brother, in fact, we also have something to hide, so it is inconvenient to tell us today."

Guang Chengzi glanced at Yang Jian again, and Yang Jian rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart, always thinking that the uncle was using him as the spokesperson of Yuxu Palace.

"Oh?" Yang Jian took a step forward, "What an unspeakable secret?"

While speaking, Yang Jian put his hands behind his back, his left hand was wrapped in profound energy, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Afraid to leave Sun Chang sighed, "Since it is difficult to hide, it is impossible to talk to my nephew. My nephew is not what it used to be, mystic skills are superb, and my cultivation is far above us. If we do something dangerous in the future, my nephew can come and take my head!"

"Is this true?"

"Naturally."

Yang Jian bowed his hands to Sun Gong, took a step back, and stood obediently behind Guang Chengzi, playing with the photo ball in his hand.

Fearing that his grandson would see this, he could only smile wryly, but didn't say much.

"Junior Brother Yuding, come back, don't offend the saint."

Guang Chengzi sighed, and slowly closed his eyes, covering his complex and abnormal gaze.

Seeing this, all the disciples of Chanjiao immediately knew why Guangchengzi made his decision, and each of them hurriedly persuaded him, saying that the saint of Chanjiao should not lose his face, and that even if the blood is spilled on Kunlun today, he must maintain the dignity of Chanjiao.

But Guang Chengzi still waved his hands to Ran Deng and others, and said: "Let's go, from today, Yuxu Palace will get rid of you in the name of you, and you can no longer call yourself a disciple of the Chanjiao sect!"

Taking a breath, Guang Chengzi opened his eyes, and there was a compelling brilliance in his eyes!

"If you dare to do things that tarnish Yuxu's name and damage Yuxu's prestige in the future, Yuxu Palace will definitely not spare you!"

"Brother!"

"If we let them go today!"

"This matter has been decided!" Guang Chengzi roared with suppressed anger, many disciples threw down their weapons angrily, and many of them turned their heads and left.

Ran Deng clasped his hands together and made a salute. Manjusri looked indifferent, and his eyes swept across the faces of all the disciples.

The disciples of more than a dozen other disciples all bowed to the jade statue of Yuanshi Tianzun, then followed behind Ran Deng, and walked out of the hall.

One step, two steps.

The faces of the disciples of Chanjiao became more and more depressed, as if there were balls of flames suppressed in their hearts, and they had to be released.

Seeing this situation, although Yang Jian had intentions, he didn't know how to let many fellow disciples vent...

He has only been in Chanjiao for a short time, and his feelings for Chanjiao are definitely not as deep as most of the Chanjiao disciples here, but he still has the urge to desperately maintain the dignity of Chanjiao.

But Yang Jian kept holding on to himself and being patient, because he knew Guang Chengzi's concerns and the schemes of the saints.

If today's battle really broke out, the teaching would be half destroyed, and if the combat power to face the real catastrophe in the future was greatly damaged, it would be a huge loss to Honghuang.

All the masters of Jiejiao still have the list of gods to protect each other. If there is another war between the two religions, without the support of the list of gods, where will the fallen combat power be replaced?

Chi Jingzi and others chased to the gate of the palace, and Ran Deng had taken a total of sixty or seventy people into the air to join Zhunti.

In the hall, Yang Jian looked at Guang Chengzi who stood there without saying a word, but seemed to have aged a little in an instant, and said in a low voice: "Master, it is better to speak quickly, don't let them preempt it."

"A call to action?"

Guang Chengzi was obviously upset, so he asked Yang Jian back.

Yang Jian said: "The sage calls out to drive them out of Taoism."

"That's not a bad idea," Guang Chengzi forced a smile, took out a blank call to action from his bosom, thought about it for a while, raised the pen a few times but couldn't put it down, and handed the call to action to Yang Jian.

"Nephew, let's write."

Yang Jian nodded, pointing his finger at the proclamation, quickly wrote a few lines of large characters, and then raised the proclamation.

when--

A long and heavy bell sounded between the heaven and the earth, which could be heard everywhere in the Three Realms; a call to arms floated between the heavens and the earth, and some monks with a cultivation level could know the content of the call to arms as long as they moved their minds.

This proclamation really made the Three Realms tremble a few times.

Four of the original Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, together with Chanjiao's deputy leader, more than ten disciples of the second generation disciples, and more than fifty disciples of the third generation disciples, were all expelled from Yuxu Palace.

But after a while, another call to action flew out from the west, and the bells echoed in the sky and earth, but it was the call to arms issued by Zhunti Saint, saying that those Taoist monks who were to be expelled were wise men who chose trees for good birds to live in.

For a while, rumors of the great prosperity of the Western religion spread.

Regardless of the impact on teaching interpretation, the purpose of Western religions to build momentum has finally been achieved.

In Yuxu Palace, one-third of the seats were removed, and the immortals kept arguing, saying they were going to settle accounts with the Western Sect.

It's just that the most important figures, Guang Chengzi, Yu Ding and others, didn't say anything.

Yang Jian was concerned about the other side's war, and after staying for a few hours, he resigned and left, returning to the garrison at Guanjiangkou.

Western religion has begun to be a little unscrupulous, and this will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of the ancestors of the Sanqing, so...

"There should be something about turning a tiger into a Buddha soon."

Yang Jian murmured a few words, thinking about what he could do on this matter, and felt that these things should be watched by himself, after all, he would not go to war directly.

He could faintly feel that the main body had been 'tucked' in Ao Xinke's arms, and it seemed that no battle had happened; just as Yang Jian sat down, his mind was about to return to the main body, but he heard a few calls from heaven.

A few disciples of the third generation of Chanjiao who had not shown their faces and served in the Heavenly Court fell from the clouds.

Mu Zha and Jin Zha looked quite embarrassed at this moment.