The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Bodhisattva, the ghost soldiers of the underworld are becoming more and more powerful. Since they got the help of that group of ghosts and monsters, we have been retreating all the way... It is not a way to go on like this."

"Especially among those guys there is a great supernatural being who can't figure out its details. Every time I want to make a move, the great supernatural will reveal a little breath, forcing us to retreat."

"Bodhisattva, should we go to Lingshan for help..."

On the top of a mountain in the Nether Realm, several strange-looking bald-headed figures stood aside.

The beast listened lazily lying on the grass not far away, shaking its big paws from time to time, driving away a few butterflies with pale wings.

The young monk who was staring into the distance seemed to be in a daze, letting the subordinates behind him continue to speak, and did not answer immediately.

"Bodhisattva? Bodhisattva?"

"Is the Bodhisattva asleep?"

"Ah, I'm here," Ksitigarbha replied casually, and then slowly shook his head, "Fight at the current pace. If you lose, you will retreat. If you win, you will defend. You don't need to take action. The formation of troops is enough."

"But Bodhisattva," a reckless man couldn't help shouting, "We brought back such a big Netherworld little by little, so let's let it go now?"

Dizang laughed softly, "Don't let go, can you win? You can go and ask Di Ting, the details of those ghosts and snakes in your mouth. They are Chaos Spirit Race, some creatures who struggled and survived in the sea of ​​​​chaos. Such an army, the opponent still has hundreds of millions, how do you win?"

Several subordinates gasped at the same time, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Bodhisattva, you deliberately scare us..."

"The Chaos Spirit Clan is all soldiers, how can I scare you?" Dizang twitched his mouth, "Even if there are thousands of Buddhist lands producing Buddhist soldiers, if we really want to fight them, we will be the ones who will be unlucky in the end. The Buddhist soldiers are the souls of mortals blessed with incense and mind power. If you can't fight, you won't be able to fight."

One said: "The Bodhisattva... why don't we simply retreat to the west?"

"It's good to come, but it's not so easy to leave." Dizang looked down at the dark red soil in front of him, and drew a cross on the soil with his fingers.

Dizang murmured: "These chaotic spirits, do you know who you obey?"

"Could it be that Yang Jian? I heard that he has practiced in the Chaos Sea for a long time. Could it be that he went to recruit these Chaos Spirit Race?"

"Recruitment?" Dizang laughed, "Forget it, let's treat him as a recruiter. It's understandable to do extraordinary things at extraordinary times."

"Then, Bodhisattva, you haven't said why you can't just go back."

"Didn't I say that?" Dizang asked lightly.

The arhat who asked the question shrank his neck, "You... said?"

"Didn't you say that?" Ksitigarbha chuckled, "Enlighten yourself. Just like what I said, if you lose, you will retreat, if you win, you will defend. When I return to the Western Realm, I will go to Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun to intercede."

"Forgiveness? What are you begging for?"

"Fu Hu, don't ask any more questions, the Bodhisattva taught you to enlighten yourself! Hurry up and enlighten yourself!"

"Yeah, pretend I didn't ask."

Dizang chuckled a few times, waved his hands, and the strange-looking guys beside him offered Buddhist rituals and retreated, turning into streamers and disappearing in several directions.

After they left, Di Ting walked over slowly, lying on the back of Di Zang, with two protruding eyes, staring at the crosses and Buddha seals painted by Di Zang Zhou.

Faintly, the Buddha seal seemed to be rotating slightly, and the bright lights illuminated Jizo's rather handsome face.

"Where did Yang Jian go during this time?" Dizang asked.

"Back to Meishan."

"That's right," Dizang's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile made it hard to tell whether it was a sneer or a smile. "A person who values ​​friendship like him naturally wants to go back to Meishan. Tsk, Qingyuan's wonderful way, the universal law, the four-dimensional prison cage, the great way without a trace... Yang Jian, can you really be the one who broke the situation?"

"Bodhisattva, many words are easily lost."

"I still need you to remind me?"

As the wind passed through the mountains and haze, the words spoken by the young monk were not heard by anyone except him who listened attentively.

The Buddha's light flashed lightly, and the man and beast on the mountain disappeared in an instant.

...

The Great War in the Nether World has lasted for more than two hundred years. From the very beginning, the Buddhist soldiers pressed forward step by step, constantly encroaching on the territory of the Nether Division. Although the process was long, there were not many fierce battles.

The Yin Division is afraid of the power of Buddhism, and basically walks away at the first touch, focusing on preserving its own strength.

Otherwise, during the battle in Fengdu City that day, the ghost soldiers did not have the strength to fully resist the endless invasion of Buddha soldiers.

Ghost cultivation is extremely difficult, and there are very few ghost cultivators in the underworld who want to be ghost soldiers, and the strength of the underworld soldiers is already in jeopardy. What's more, the total number of ghost messengers who travel between the yin and yang realms to escort souls is less than the total strength of the underworld ghost soldiers.

It was also because of such an embarrassing situation that the netherworld gradually fell into the hands of the Buddhist sect, and the battle of the orthodox scriptures did not break out a few times.

But now, Chu Qi, the lord of the Black Spirit Kingdom, directly brought millions of spirit tribe troops here; although the number of these spirit tribe troops is not as large as a fraction of the Buddhist soldiers, how can these spirit tribe soldiers compare with the spirit tribe army that is similar in configuration to the heavenly soldiers and generals?

What's more, those brought by Chu Qi can be regarded as part of the elite stationed in the Hei Ling Kingdom, led by Cha He himself, who can be said to be invincible in the Netherworld.

In just a hundred days after Yang Jian killed more than a hundred Buddhist masters and forced Zhunti to fall into the saint, this army defeated the Buddhist soldiers and regained more than half of the territory of the Netherworld.

But at this time, Chu Qi ordered the army to be stationed for training, and did not continue to advance.

Naturally, the Yin Division of the Underworld did not dare to ask for too much, and was grateful for the results of the battle at this time; and the Buddhist soldiers who were ready to continue fighting and retreating were also a little confused.

Afterwards, the army of millions of spiritual tribes began to build camps and set up camps. A large number of masters left this place, including general Chahe;

This series of actions really made people feel a little confused.

The instigator, Chu Qi, also temporarily abandoned the army; she changed into a more handsome ghost mask, went out of the Netherworld, went to Meishan, and went to Yang Jian to report the results of the battle.

Yang Jian, who devoted himself to teaching apprentices in Meishan for two months, is really deaf to what is going on outside the window, and only wants to teach female apprentices; although Fairy Zixia's cultivation level has not increased much, her fighting skills are improving day by day.

Chu Qi entered Demei Mountain, and was guided by two fairies to an attic in the back mountain.

Zixia is dancing swords on the clouds, and Yang Jian is sitting on the top of the attic drinking tea, very comfortable.

"Hmph! I fought to the death in the Netherworld, but you are moldy and rusty here."

"Are you back? Sit," Yang Jian nodded to the side, and took a rocking chair out of thin air.

Chu Qi frowned slightly behind the mask, Yang Jian just now noticed that she was actually wearing neon clothes and feathers, and if she half-lyed down, she would always be unavoidable.

Before the second master could do anything, Chu Qi was already sitting on the rocking chair, with his long legs slightly overlapping, leaning on the back of the chair and watching the fairy dancing sword on the cloud, not paying attention at all.

She asked: "Why don't you let me continue to attack? Don't you hate these bald donkeys the most?"

"Even if you drive them away temporarily, the Underworld Division doesn't have that many troops to control the entire Netherworld," Yang Jian shook his head. "It's enough for now, and we should put some pressure on the Underworld."

Chu Qi nodded lightly, "Are the spirit clan army going to withdraw?"

"Stop there." Yang Jian looked out of Jiuxiaoyun, "If there is no force outside the Three Realms to intervene, the world will be completely out of balance."

"If you don't want to bear the infamy, I'll kill that Jade Emperor for you."

"What's the use of killing him?" Yang Jian sighed softly, "What's out of balance is already the Dao heart of the monks in this world."

Chu Qi frowned lightly behind the mask, she didn't like such an inscrutable way of speaking, she just wanted to be straightforward, going around would only add to the worries.

Yang Jian asked, "Are you going back?"

"Listen to your arrangement, there is nothing serious over there."

"Go back to the Nether Realm again." Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and sipped the fairy tea picked and baked by his mother himself. "Bring me 1,800 witches to cleanse the blood sea Shura. If there are talents among the Shura who are willing to surrender sincerely, they can be included in the Spirit Race army and stationed in the Nether Realm."

Chu Qi nodded slightly, "Although Patriarch Styx is gone in the Asura crowd, there are also many masters among them. I'm afraid your 1,800 treasures and witches will be damaged."

"If I don't gnaw some hard bones, I'm afraid they will become weaker themselves," Yang Jian sighed, "After learning that Taoist Tianyan became a saint, I also want to understand some truths. I should be ruthless, and I should always be ruthless."

"Is your injury serious?"

"I'm fine," Yang Jian spread his hands, showing his chest without scars, and said with a smile, "It's just that I've come to realize recently that if you don't make a move, you don't have to make a move. I need you to work harder."

The corner of Chu Qi's mouth twitched lightly, he didn't say much, and sat quietly aside for a while, then got up and left Meishan.

After she left, Yang Jian lay on the chair, looked at the breezy sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

With his eyes closed, Yang Jian seemed to be asleep, but if someone could get close to him, he would be able to feel an invisible and somewhat vague Dao rhyme slowly flowing around him.

According to the usual practice, every time there is a big battle, the Bajiu Xuan Gong will improve.

Zixia, who was practicing sword over there, never noticed Chu Qi's coming and going from the beginning to the end. After practicing a set of sword postures, she turned her head and was about to go to find her master, but she saw that her master was lying there sleeping soundly again with her eyes closed, so she stopped her pace immediately.

These days, Zixia saw that Yang Jian would 'fall asleep' while sitting or standing from time to time, and it was no surprise.

"Everyone said that it was very hard for Master to fight in all directions, and it was indeed so."

She sighed softly, with a bit of tenderness in her eyes, and slowly flew to Master's side, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

‘Zixia, have you thought about finding a Taoist companion in the future? If you want to find a Taoist companion, what kind of Taoist companion do you want to find? Let the teacher serve as your staff first. '

Thinking of her master discussing this issue with her in a serious manner, Zixia blushed.

What kind of Taoist partner are you looking for?

In fact, with Master Zhuyu in front of him, how can ordinary men be accommodated.

"From now on, if I want to find a Taoist partner, I must be a great hero like Master, standing upright, being admired by others, capable of turning the tide when the building is about to collapse, but indifferent to fame and fortune and not seeking any power."

After murmuring a few words softly, Zixia's face became more rosy, she simply sat there watching her master in a daze, and stopped practicing.

A little commotion suddenly appeared at the foot of Meishan Mountain, and slight ripples appeared in the Meishan formation, making the continuous formations appear one after another.

Zixia noticed that the place of commotion was not far from here, worried that someone would disturb her master's rest, so she stood up holding the spirit sword in her hand, and flew towards the foot of the mountain on a cloud.

In the distance, I saw a figure wrapped in a cloak, confronting hundreds of Meishan immortal soldiers who formed a formation; a few cracks appeared in the Meishan formation, which seemed to be punched out by someone's palm, and a faint palm print did not fade away.

"Who dares to come to Meishan to make trouble!"

With a yell, Zixia was about to fall out of the formation; but just as she was about to move forward, a blurred vision appeared before her, but a thin figure appeared.

"Senior Bai Ze, even you were shocked."

"Little baby, don't go, I can't even see through this person's cultivation."

Bai Ze gave such instructions, released his aura, and pressed towards the person who was confronting the immortal soldiers in Meishan.

The man raised his head slowly, revealing an old face, with wet blood on the corner of his mouth; looking closely, he found dozens of wounds all over his body, and his robe was already in tatters.

"Qingyuan... True Monarch Miaodao, in the mountain... Xu, Xu Bodhi... Seek..."