The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"The Dao is three thousand, piercing through the heavens and the earth but invisible, and all things understand it, and only then can we know the truth of the Dao..."

Fangcun Mountain, in the afternoon, Bodhi Patriarch, the old god, sat in front of the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, telling about the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, with petals floating everywhere.

The boys and girls below were all drowsy, and the monkey even fell asleep with its head down, snoring gradually.

Both Huoyun and Qingshan looked helpless, while the ancestor who sat on the seat didn't say anything, but patiently recounted the scriptures and principles.

In fact, such preaching is also a kind of practice.

The process of preaching and teaching disciples is not only polishing Sun Wukong's state of mind that has not yet calmed down, but also polishing Yang Jian's own Dao heart, although physical practitioners do not value these as much as Yuan Shen Dao.

After preaching until the afternoon, Yang Jian got up and said, "Let's stop here today."

After saying that, he walked out of the hall with a cold face, and the group of young apprentices stood up quickly, and bowed to Yang Jian one by one.

"Oh? Oh, Master!"

The monkey jumped up directly on the futon and yelled in a daze.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked over; the monkey was obviously taken aback, and all around looked at him, and immediately understood that this was the end of get out of class...

Monkey's reaction was not slow, and hurriedly said: "Master, I have Taoism, um, Taoism is not clear."

Yang Jian flicked his fly whisk, "Just ask your senior brother."

With a soft snort, Yang Jian stepped away from the main hall, the monkey was full of shame, and all the teenagers and girls in Taoist robes laughed after Yang Jian walked away, and one of them came up to make fun of the monkey.

The monkeys were neither angry nor angry, and laughed and talked with them, and they had already become a merry-go-round.

Qing Shan stepped forward in time, and said: "Be quiet, don't mess around here."

Huo Yun scolded with a straight face: "Anyone who doesn't read the scriptures that Master just narrated ten times today will go to retreat in the ice cave in the back mountain and meditate."

The group of young apprentices fell silent immediately, the monkey scratched its ears and scratched its cheeks and laughed, but Qingshan and Huoyun didn't dare to intervene.

Yang Jian was just about to go back to his residence to rest, thinking that there was nothing wrong here, so he had to switch his mind back to his body and continue to study and enlighten the dual-path fellow practitioners, but just before he arrived at the Nuan Pavilion, he heard a call from the sky.

"Bodhi Patriarch! Friends Bodhi!"

Turning his head to look, he saw a head sneaking out of the cloud and grinning at Yang Jian.

Daoist Duobao.

Duobao called Yang Jian to do Bodhi, naturally to cover up his identity for Yang Jian; Yang Jian smiled knowingly, flew to the sky in the cloud, removed his 'makeup' in the cloud, and returned to his original appearance.

"I have seen Master."

"It's easy to say, easy to say," Daoist Duobao leaned forward and grabbed Yang Jian's arm. Yang Jian, who was full of alcohol, couldn't open his eyes.

Daoist Duobao smiled and said, "Let's go, I have a banquet with some younger brothers and younger sisters on the nearby mountain, how about we go over and have a glass of water and wine?"

"Master's invitation, how dare I refuse?" Yang Jian nodded with a smile, and was held tightly by Duobao, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The drinking place is actually in Fangcun Mountain; Yang Jian, the avatar's spiritual consciousness, enveloped the Taoist temple, so he wasn't worried about any accidents.

Looking from a distance, the top of the mountain was made into a pavilion with mana, and the scenery is quite pleasant; two graceful figures stood in the pavilion, one was watching Yang Jian, and the other was looking to the side.

Good wine and good dishes are prepared on the stone table, and there are several fairy fruit flower baskets around, the artistic conception is not bad.

Yang Jian was pulled forward to greet the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and Bi Xiao. The Holy Mother of the Golden Ling just snorted and sat down on her own; Bi Xiao smiled at Yang Jian with a playful smile.

"Sit down, sit down, don't be polite," Duobao pressed Yang Jian on the seat, and sat aside with his increasingly 'inflated' belly, so he didn't care about priorities.

Bi Xiao sat on the other side of Yang Jian, and there was another seat vacant, obviously there was a fourth Jiejiao Immortal.

Seeing that the wine glasses were empty, Yang Jian got up and took the jug.

Taoist Duobao rushed to snatch it, "You are the number one expert in the wild now, how can you be allowed to do such things?"

Bi Xiao hurriedly said, "Let me do it."

Yang Jian shook his head and said with a smile: "I am the youngest here, as I should be. Besides, I am the number one in the wild. I am far from being a saint. I just took advantage of my physical body and supernatural powers."

While speaking, Yang Jian had already filled the wine glass for Duobao, and walked to the side of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Yang Jian and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit fought several times during the Conferred Gods, and Yang Jian personally sent the Holy Mother of the Golden Ling to the list of the Conferred Gods, which caused chaos in the sect...

Although Fengshen was nothing more than a scheming, the grievances between the two obviously didn't just break up.

Yang Jian held the junior ceremony, although the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit had a cold face, she didn't make things difficult for Yang Jian, allowing Yang Jian to fill her with fairy wine.

Yang Jian said: "Uncle, if my apprentice causes any trouble in the future, please take care of him."

"I'm not so petty that I would embarrass a mere junior." The Holy Mother of Jinling said this, which made Yang Jian feel a little more at ease.

"I'll do it myself," Bi Xiao held down the wine glass and reached for the jug, Yang Jian had no choice but to hold the jug over with a smile, and sat back in his original position.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and having a drink or two, Zhao Gongming wobbled over from the sky.

Duobao smiled and asked, "Is it done?"

"Naturally," Zhao Gongming said with a smile, "I didn't notice it."

Yang Jian was a little strange. He always felt that these two people had done something shameful, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Gongming took his seat, and Duobao continued to chat with Yang Jian; after Yang Jian had drunk four or five glasses of wine, Taoist Duobao finally began to enumerate the "crimes" of the heavenly court as if he could not vomit.

Daoist Duobao asked: "Yang Jian, what do you think? How can you not suspect that there are still those powerful men hiding in the Heavenly Court?"

"This...doubt is naturally doubt," Yang Jian sighed softly, "but if the other party wants to hide blindly, it is too difficult to catch them. Most of these subordinates of the strongest are Tai Chi, Tai Su, and even the saints and quasi-sages of the beginning of time. People like this may have been mixed into the prehistoric land as early as the ancient times. How to find out?"

"There is some truth to this." Zhao Gongming nodded immediately, "The powerful enemy is in the dark, but you and I are in the light. It is really not easy to investigate, otherwise it will be a futile effort, and it will cause chaos in the Three Realms."

Duobao said: "I think there is a problem with Haotian, Yang Jian, you might as well force him to show his feet."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said softly, "Brother, if you continue to provoke me like this, I think something is wrong with you."

"I'm wrong, why is it wrong?" Daoist Duobao immediately rolled his eyes, "I cultivated from transformation bit by bit, the teacher can testify for me, I am the most upright monk in the wild."

Yang Jian suddenly laughed out loud.

"Let's not talk about these things today, just drink. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today." Zhao Gongming raised his glass and invited them, and they drank together with laughter.

Taoist Duobao was still thinking about letting Yang Jian raise his arms to bring down the Jade Emperor, and he started to mention these things after a while.

Yang Jian didn't know where Tianting had offended Taoist Duobao, so he could only respond with a smile a few times, and didn't know how to answer.

Finally, at the end of the day, Yang Jian couldn't help asking: "Uncle Master, Tianting and Jade Emperor, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmph, it's not that you make me unhappy," Duobao smacked his lips, "Turn me into a Buddha, alas... I dare not blame the master, and I dare not blame their Buddhist school? Anyone who is close to the Buddhist school will have trouble with my Duobao. Although I don't care about them, I can't let them just be so happy!"

Yang Jian suddenly didn't know how to answer. Seeing Taoist Duobao's expression of displeasure, the purple gold cassock was full of wine stains, so he could only toast to each other.

"Everything in the heavenly court is under the care of the sage," Yang Jian said, "I just want to practice meditation now. As for the matter of the five elements, Master Sanqing and Tianyan Daoist did not ask the Jade Emperor, which means that the Jade Emperor is harmless to the Three Realms, that's all."

"good."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit spit out a sentence, but raised the wine glass to drink with Bi Xiao.

Afraid of Yang Jian's embarrassment, Zhao Gongming immediately took over the conversation and invited Yang Jian to have a drink together.

The drink lasted until midnight.

The four immortals staggered away on the cloud, and Yang Jian was also a little overwhelmed with alcohol, so he returned to the appearance of the Bodhi ancestor, rubbed his brows, and returned to the Taoist temple.

Zhao Gongming and the others also asked about the spirit monkey. Yang Jian said that the monkey was a spirit creature born in response to the catastrophe.

They had already arrived when Yang Jian was preaching, and deliberately did not mention Bodhi preaching, because the situation of Yang Jian's preaching was somewhat shabby, and the Dao he talked about was just an introductory book of Taoism, so it really cannot be praised.

After entering the Taoist temple, Yang Jian used profound energy to drive away the smell of alcohol, shook off the floating dust, and swayed towards the Nuan Pavilion where he lived.

These four should have come purely to drink with him, and they didn't find any other purpose.

No matter what, even if they were tit for tat when they were conferred gods, they are all Taoist disciples now, shouldering the responsibility of protecting the prehistoric world, so they shouldn't go tit for tat anymore.

Heaven...

Jade Emperor...

"Oh, huh?"

Yang Jian, who was about to push the door, focused his eyes. The two wooden doors in front of him were a little different from when he left before.

Immediately, he was full of energy, fully opened his spiritual sense and spiritual sense, and searched the situation in the warm pavilion.

The bed was blocked by a Dao rhyme?

Yang Jian pushed the door open and went in, took two steps carefully, and immediately frowned.

His spiritual sense couldn't check it, but his eyes could see clearly, clearly...

There is a woman lying on her side on the soft bed, wearing only this thin gauze dress, her back is facing Yang Jian, her long hair hangs down on the soft bed, it is too beautiful to behold.

The graceful figure made Yang Jian want to praise him, but Yang Jian's heart was full of peace.

A burst of profound energy permeated the past, directly sweeping away the softly sealed dao rhyme, and then carefully felt it.

The woman on Ruantai was sealed off, and the mana that sealed her up seemed to come from Uncle Duobao; the dao rhyme that sealed Ruantai and avoided his previous spiritual consciousness just now seemed to come from Uncle Zhao Gongming.

And after careful consideration, the veil on the woman's body contained a trace of immortal power, and there was still a little smell of alcohol. Yang Jian had noticed this trace of immortal power from Bi Xiao today.

What the hell are these four doing?

Yang Jian walked forward, lifted the woman up with profound energy, and then slowly laid it flat.

When I put it flat, my hand trembled, and my Dao heart trembled slightly.

"Master Cihang...why is fellow daoist here?"

Who was it if it wasn't Cihang who was sealed off? At this time, there was a bitter smile on her solemn and holy face, Yang Jian quickly wrapped two robes with profound energy, floated over, and exited the warm pavilion in a flash.

In the cloud, Taoist Duobao flicked his sleeves angrily.

"This Yang Jian also doesn't have much guts. Didn't he say that he is a womanizer? Really, it's a waste of our efforts."

Zhao Gongming on the side had also sobered up, and couldn't help putting his hand on his forehead.

Why did he get drunk for a while and do such absurd things... This will cause Cihang to make a fuss later, Senior Brother Duobao flicked his sleeves and walked away.