The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

People in the world don't say that they are arrogant and indulgent, and they are rebellious in green clothes and brocade robes.

Yang Jian was here to make trouble. He rectified his mood and adjusted his mentality. His eyes were a little frivolous and arrogant. He was obviously just an incarnation, but he expressed his demeanor of a strong man who is second to none and the first in Hunyuan.

But this mouth is to find out the truth, how dare the Four King Kong let people go?

"True Monarch, this place is my western important place..."

"Huh?" Yang Jian's long and narrow eyes swept across, and the four vajras trembled together, and they couldn't help each of them took half a step back.

Yang Jian walked with his hands behind his back, "You can just go and pass the pass on. How can you not even dare to answer my invitation to discuss the Tao?"

"Yang Jian you!"

There was a big goalkeeper who was about to get angry, but was tightly pulled by the shoulders by the fellow doorman next to him.

However, Yang Jian ignored it and climbed up the stairs step by step. He seemed to be in a good mood and was still admiring the surrounding scenery.

In the southeast direction, on the back of the green bull parked there, the old man smiled lightly, as if he was also looking at the land of Lingshan.

Between the heaven and the earth, there are pieces of net-like spiritual consciousness covering the saint dojo of the Western religion; due to the changes in the Nether Stream of the North Sea, more and more monks who have been involved have returned from the sea of ​​​​chaos and woke up from the long retreat to enlightenment.

In this world, there are actually hidden many monks who don't care about worldly affairs, and even a large number of monks are buried in the depths of the earth for retreat, just for the sake of purity.

On the winding mountain road, dozens of masters of Western religions swept across the sky, lined up in two rows, clasped their hands together, and recited scriptures in their mouths.

What is the difference between Western religion and Buddhism?

In fact, it's just that the Western religion was forced to change its name, and the teachings and etiquette are generally the same.

Yang Jian only needs to be careful not to call out the word "Buddha" casually, and there is nothing taboo about the rest.

Baiyun leisurely, Youdao's familiar figure fell on the mountain road, but it was someone Yang Jian knew well.

The real Cihang.

At this time, Cihang did not get the name of the great Guanyin, but still called herself Puxian. Seeing Yang Jian walking forward with a dark face, she first gave a wry smile, then she held the jade bottle and supported the willow branch, and walked forward slowly.

"Nephew Yang Jian, stay here."

Yang Jian lowered his brows and pleasing his eyes, as if he had just seen this 'Uncle Master', he replied feebly: "So it's Senior Cihang, what advice do you have?"

The word 'Senior' caught Puxian a little by surprise, and abruptly blocked what she wanted to say next.

Yang Jian's attitude towards Cihang seems to be the reason why he came to the Western Sect Dojo - to avenge the last time Ran Deng and others defected to the Western Sect.

Immediately, Yang Jian's behavior at this time became a little more "reasonable", and the powerful monks who paid attention to this place began to wonder how the Western Church should deal with Yang Jian.

Shut out? It is inevitable that the western religion will fall into the pretext that they are afraid of Yang Jian.

But letting Yang Jian walk up slowly and go to the place where the saints of the Western Church sit and talk freely, that would greatly embarrass the Western Church.

However, Yang Jian's own strength is there. At the beginning, Zhunti couldn't stop him from entering the Lingxiao Palace, and today Zhunti might not be able to attack Yang Jian's incarnation.

"Martial Nephew... True Monarch," Cihang came up behind, "Please stay a little longer."

Yang Jian ignored it and just stepped forward.

Cihang frowned slightly, her figure appeared in front of Yang Jian in a flash, and a faint coercion pressed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't stop walking, raised his head to look at Cihang, still walking slowly.

"Zhenjun, don't do it again!" Cihang's eyes were a little puzzled, "At this time, the world can't afford the two religions to fight again, why can't they each take a step back for the time being?"

Yang Jian laughed softly, and said calmly: "Why didn't you say that when Zhunti went to Yuxu Palace to ask for someone?"

"You really..." Cihang sighed softly, his eyes were a little lost, but in a blink of an eye he returned to his dignified appearance, "Okay, if you want to discuss the Tao, I will accompany you to discuss the Tao."

"Oh?" Yang Jian didn't even move his eyelids, but said softly: "Apostate, how can you speak of Taoism. Although Taoism lies between heaven and earth and among all things, you need a sincere heart and walk towards Taoism to comprehend its mysteries and know what Taoism is. Senior, where is your sincere heart?"

Cihang frowned slightly, but Yang Jian had already started to take steps.

"Forget it, let you go."

Cihang sighed again, she originally intended to prevent Yang Jian from conflicting with the Western religion, and her original intention was also good.

It's a pity that Yang Jian didn't appreciate it.

And she didn't explain anything about her previous apostasy. Before Yang Jian collided with her body, she disappeared after performing the escapism, leaving only a cloud of smoke.

Continuing to go up the mountain, Yang Jian admired the mountains around Lingshan Mountain; although Xiniu Hezhou is more barren than other Sibuzhous, it also gave this place a magnificent vista that other Sibuzhous did not have.

"True Monarch, please stop."

With another cry, a skinny old man with wrinkled face and naked eyes sat cross-legged and stopped in front of Yang Jian.

"It's enough for the old monk and Zhenjun to discuss the Dao, why bother the second sect master?"

"Really?" Yang Jian said with a smile, "In that case, you can just argue with me directly, why bother talking nonsense?"

The old man fell silent for a moment. Talking about Dao is actually quite popular among the disciples of Western religions. Discussing with each other about teachings, methods of practice, and principles of the Dao is the atmosphere advocated by the two sages.

Therefore, this old man with a bald head and a cassock, who is known as the patriarch in the Western religion, is full of confidence at this time. It is expected that Yang Jian will not be able to ask any sharp questions because of his short practice days.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian didn't play the cards according to the routine. Seeing the old man was silent, he just moved forward on his own.

"Zhenjun hasn't discussed the Tao with the old monk yet, why go ahead?"

"I thought you had given up by not speaking for a long time," Yang Jian said with a sneer, "You asked me why I walked, and I will answer you... how about walking on your legs?"

The old man laughed lightly and said, "True Monarch can only make excuses."

"Oh? If that's the case, let me also ask this senior, how to interpret the word 'forward'?" Yang Jian said indifferently.

The old man said: "The world is boundless, and the living beings struggle with the world for a lifetime. To live and die is to move forward."

Yang Jian said: "But I said, I walk with my legs, the road is retreating, and I am moving forward. Don't talk about life and death, heaven and earth, if you can't know the subtleties, you can't see the scenery everywhere when living beings struggle between heaven and earth. What about life and death?"

The old man stared, his face was a bit more thoughtful, he nodded, and said: "Then I asked Zhenjun, since we talked about life and death, how can we know what is the ultimate bliss? Ordinary people struggle, but to enter the ultimate bliss; cultivators struggle, but to live forever, what is the difference between the two?"

"There are six realms of reincarnation in the underworld, and the bliss you said is just the way of heaven and man," Yang Jian said calmly, "The six reincarnations are the principles of heaven and earth. Although I come from a Taoist sect, I can rule the three realms when the Taoist sect is strong. But I will not forcefully write the blissful heaven into the doctrine. I want to paralyze and teach people to suffer calmly in this life, and put their expectations on the illusory road to the afterlife.

The old man's hands trembled, and just as he was about to curse, Yang Jian's lazy voice came.

"The shameless person who stole the true meaning of the Six Paths of Reincarnation for his own teachings, dare to block my way today?"

"Stop going crazy!"

"True Monarch, please come forward."

The old man was about to curse angrily, but a clear voice came from behind, the old man could only suppress his anger forcefully, turned around and retreated.

Standing on the mountain road in front of him was a white and clean 'bald head', wearing a white robe and gilded cassock, his eyes revealed a little gentleness.

The young man was about to fold his hands together to salute Yang Jian, when he saw a figure falling from the sky, standing in front of the young man, facing Yang Jian directly.

It was a middle-aged Taoist who came, looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes, and said, "I am a disciple of the saint."

"Whoever you are," Yang Jian casually broke off a branch, shook it gently in his hand, and walked in front of this person.

"Okay," the middle-aged Taoist nodded with a smile, and looked at Yang Jian proudly, "You come to discuss the Tao, but you are full of sophistry. If you can't answer my question, you don't have to go on this road."

Yang Jian laughed and stood five steps away from this person.

The man took out a leaf, and unconsciously outlined the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he had stumped many monks with this question.

He shook the ordinary leaf gently and asked, "Is this thing alive or dead?"

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, as if suspecting something wrong with his ears, "That's it?"

"You answer yes!" The man replied angrily.

A leaf with greenness, it is said to be life, but it cannot live on its own; it is said to be death, but it still retains a vitality.

You can't easily talk about life and death, because no matter what you say, the other party has a reason to deal with it.

Yang Jian shook the branch in his hand forward, and said calmly: "If you cut off your finger, will your finger be alive or dead?"

The man was stunned for a moment, glanced at the leaves in his hands, and then scolded with a cold face: "I asked you to answer, but I didn't ask you to use such a metaphor."

"Answer? No need to answer, the question itself does not exist," Yang Jian said calmly, "If you want to ask a question, please bring some valid questions, so that I can give you a real answer."

"you!"

"I asked you," Yang Jian shook the branch in his hand, "Is this life or death?"

The middle-aged Taoist frowned, shook his head and said: "Your Excellency is too ridiculous. You just said that my question and answer does not exist, but you ask me the same question."

"It is alive and it is dead."

Yang Jian split the branch from it, wrapped it with two strands of mysterious energy, and inserted one part into the soil beside the road. Under the nourishment of the mysterious energy, the branch sprouted and opened leaves.

And the other branch was quickly sucked dry, turning into a piece of rotten wood, turned into a little wood ash.

Yang Jian chuckled, "Can you step aside? I'm here to discuss the Tao, not to joke with you."

"Okay, okay!" The middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, turned around and flew away, and he could see that he was very angry.

You have to endure anger, if you can't argue, you can't argue.

The white and clean 'monk' in front saluted Yang Jian with clasped hands, finally spoke, and said with a smile, "Jin Chan, a disciple of the saint's sect, has taught you the true way."

Yo?

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he took a few more glances at the past life of this 'Brother Yu'.

Among all the bitter-faced Western religions, he is indeed handsome and talented.

Yang Jian hadn't seen the monkey that Yang Jian was thinking about yet, but this Jin Chan, who looked a little 'immature', had a good impression.