The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Compared with Fengshen, Journey to the West pales in comparison to the catastrophe itself and the people who responded to it.

The protagonist of Fengshen is actually a sage of Sanqing. On the surface, there was a dispute within the Taoist sect, so the heavens brought catastrophe, leaving the entire heaven vacant; in fact, it was a big plan by Sanqing to weaken the Taoist fortune, cut off the luck of the Taoist ancestor, and force the Taoist ancestor Qianhong to show up.

Therefore, compared with the great catastrophe where there are thrills everywhere, and a little carelessness may cause Honghuang to completely lose the chance to stand up, the impact of the catastrophe of Journey to the West is really nothing.

It's just the gains and losses of the Buddhist family, it's nothing more than three or five masters taking advantage of the situation, that's all.

What's more, when conferring the gods, the forces of all parties are intertwined;

When it comes to Journey to the West, every step Sun Wukong takes next is arranged and calculated by the Buddhist sect, there are pits and wells everywhere, the performances of the immortals who descended from the earth are moving, and the great demons who died tragically die with regret...

Yang Jian really has no interest in paying attention.

After the catastrophe of Journey to the West, Monkey King should return to Huaguo Mountain to fight the incarnate demon king who occupied the magpie's nest.

This demon king is just a little demon king, maybe it was arranged by the Buddhist sect, in order for Sun Wukong to return to the mountain, he can gain some fame and show his skills, so that the nest of monkey spirits can be regarded as the king again...

Yang Jian is actually not very worried about Monkey King's future fate.

Whether it is good or bad, the monkey should walk step by step, and the monkey should climb slowly.

Yang Jian is now a big tree standing in the wilderness, and this monkey is just a seedling cultivated by Yang Jian. It is not a bad thing for the monkey to stay away from the big tree like Yang Jian, experience more wind and rain, and practice more.

Closer to home, let's say that Yang Jian hid on this fairy boat, entered Zhongshenzhou with the fairy boat, and went straight to a famous mountain in Zhongshenzhou.

At this time, although most of the sects in Central Shenzhou were controlled by Chaotian Pavilion, there were still a few 'retail' sects standing; behind these sects, they were either supported by disciples of sages, or they had close contacts with sages such as Lingshan and Jin'ao Island.

Chaotian Pavilion doesn't dare to mess with anyone. These big sects try to keep a low profile on weekdays, and they won't cause any trouble to come to the door.

It has been a few years since the Heavenly Court cleaned Zhongshenzhou, and instead of withering, Zhongshenzhou has become more lively than before.

It can be seen along the way that there are very few people who fight in the air, and those who travel together are everywhere.

There is Chaotian Pavilion to maintain order, and the Heavenly Court sets the rules. All the immortal sects in Central China can only compete in secret, and sect rivalry has rarely occurred.

The fairy gate that this fairy boat is going to is called 'Kunyu Pavilion'.

The name "Kunyu Pavilion" was changed after the turmoil in Zhongzhou, and the meaning of the word "Kunyu" couldn't be more obvious-this is the fairy gate established by Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain in Zhongshenzhou.

In fact, this is also Kunyu Pavilion putting gold on their face. It is not some sage disciple who established a sect here, but the heads and elders of several immortal sects who are familiar with Taiyi Zhenren and Huanglong Zhenren.

When the Heavenly Court liquidated China, Taiyi and Huanglong also came forward to protect these sects.

Later, these sects merged on their own and became a great immortal sect that ranked among the top in China. The immortals of Yuxu Palace often came and went, and gradually became a power under the name of Yuxu Palace.

This is the best place for Yang Jian to settle down those little disciples.

Half a year ago, Yang Jian gave Daoist Taiyi a communication jade talisman; half a year later, as soon as the fairy boat from Nanfang Buzhou entered the thousands of miles around Kunyu Pavilion, dozens of streamers shot from the mountain guard formation of Kunyu Pavilion.

This place lives in the center of Central China, where the land lines converge, where there are many mountains and countless fairy gates.

Kunyu Pavilion occupies seven or eight peaks in this sea of ​​mountains and forests. Halls are built on top of each mountain, and attics and grass reeds are built up and down several peaks, making this place filled with fairy spirits a little more crowded than secular ones.

I don't know how many monks practice in Kunyu Pavilion, but every ten years the Heavenly Court recruits heavenly soldiers and generals, and there are always dozens or hundreds of disciples in Kunyu Pavilion who can be selected.

Yang Jian was observing the scenery behind the mountain guard formation. Dozens of streamers of light had rushed to the front of the fairy boat, and several old men in Taoist robes came forward respectfully.

"Xianzhou came from Fangcun Mountain, and is going to my Kunyu Pavilion?"

The fairy boat stopped in the clouds, Huoyun and Qingshan came out side by side, and bowed to the figures in front of them.

Qingshan said loudly: "May I ask all the priests who are from Kunyu Pavilion?"

The leader of the old Taoist replied: "The poor Taoist is the elder in the cabinet who protects the Dharma."

"Do you have proof?"

"Here is a jade talisman from Yuxu Palace Taiyi Daoist Venerable, please verify it with fellow daoists."

The old man came forward with a jade talisman, Qingshan and Huoyun looked at each other, looked at each other, and nodded.

"Qingshan (Huoyun), a disciple of Yuxu Palace, is nagging everyone."

Hearing that these two true immortals claimed to be disciples of Yuxu Palace, the group of Daluo and Jinxian all showed envy, while the expressions of several elders became more respectful.

This is the power of the three characters Yuxu Palace.

Dozens of figures came forward, guarding the fairy boat, and walked slowly towards Kunyu Pavilion.

Yang Jian stood at the bow of the ship a little bored, no one here knew he was here; even Huo Yun and Qing Shan took a few small bags handed over by several elders in front of him...

These two guys!

Yang Jian didn't get angry too much, this is also a common thing, these elders of the fairy sect make friends with a few more disciples of Yuxu Palace, after all, there is no harm.

After entering the mountain, Xianzhou was escorted to the main peak. The battle prepared by Kunyu Pavilion was not small. The peak masters and elders of each peak, as long as they were not closed to death, brought their own disciples to gather in the main peak hall of Kunyu Pavilion.

In the jade talisman given to them by Daoist Taiyi, it said that they were to 'arrange some little monks to practice'. How dare the Kunyu Pavilion be slack from top to bottom?

The fairy boat docked, and many young monks who practiced in the three-star cave on the oblique moon came out on the clouds, and fell into the hall with the fire clouds and green mountains.

The fairy banquet has been set up in the hall, no more, no less, just enough for these little monks to sit.

Around the seat, the peak masters and elders looked around, wanting to see if there were any good seedlings who practiced Taoism to take in as their disciples; after all, they wanted to accept a few from one peak, so they had to pick some disciples with good aptitude.

But soon, these veterans were a little disappointed.

Although the aptitude of these little monks are all good, and each of them has the talent to become a fairy after decades of practice, but they are not the talents of heaven, and they are only at the level of ordinary disciples of Kunyu Pavilion.

Any one of these direct disciples present can crush these little monks with their aptitude.

The owner of the Kunyu Pavilion is a white-haired immortal, but his cultivation is not weak, he should have just stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm not long ago.

The old fairy said: "Taiyi Daoist has an order, Kunyu Pavilion should obey it, but Pindao and all the juniors and sisters are somewhat confused, I don't know how this matter came about..."

"Here," Huo Yun and Qing Shan looked at each other with embarrassment, and shook their heads.

Huo Yun said: "We dare not say anything about this, for fear of spoiling the calculations of the elders in the sect."

"Some things can be explained," Qingshan said, "Although my juniors and younger sisters are not very talented, but after listening to the elders in the sect for forty-nine years, I will definitely be an extraordinary immortal in the future. Please take care of me."

"Kunyu Pavilion will never wrong them," the owner of Kunyu Pavilion replied with a smile, without asking any more questions, calling the peak masters of all peaks to accept disciples.

This matter was discussed before, even if someone in Kunyu Pavilion had some criticisms about this matter, they dare not stand up and make trouble.

At the moment, this peak received five, and that peak received seven, and the group of little monks were 'carved up' in a short time.

Yang Jian secretly observed the expressions of all the veterans, and found that most of these veterans' apprentices were a little reluctant.

A chuckle came from the gate of the palace, followed by an indescribable Dao rhyme, which shook the heartstrings of the monks above the Daluo Realm.

In an instant, dozens of divine senses locked on Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian was facing forward.

"I'm nagging fellow Taoists."

He heard an elder shout out: "Zhenjun Erlang!"

The hall suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone quickly looked at Yang Jian, all of them a little dazed.

The face can be faked, but there is nothing wrong with this dao rhyme. It is Yang Jian's unique rhyme of the dao after combining the eight or nine mysterious arts and the invincible golden body formula.

Such a sudden appearance caught Qingshan and Huoyun a little by surprise. They remembered that they had received some benefits on the boat, and their faces turned pale...

"I don't know if the true emperor descends to the mortal world, I will be far behind!"

The owner of the Kunyu Pavilion hurried forward and bowed to Yang Jian; several older-looking figures appeared in the depths of the hall, and also bowed to Yang Jian, but they were the imprints of the primordial spirits left by the ancestors of Kunyu Pavilion.

The next moment, hundreds of monks in the hall saluted each other to Yang Jian. Yang Jian saluted and secretly instructed Huo Yun and Qing Shan.

"Can I go in?" Yang Jian asked the doctor.

"True Monarch, please come in quickly, quickly move the precious chair of the Patriarch!"

"Pavilion master doesn't need to be like this, I just passed by here to take a look," Yang Jian said with a chuckle, but his eyes flicked across the little monks who were standing blankly in front of the low table in the hall.

There are few monks who are stupid and unenlightened. The peak masters, elders, and direct disciples in the hall suddenly understood something.

These little monks should have a great relationship with Yang Jian!

In what Huo Yun said just now, the identity of 'that elder in the sect' is ready to be revealed.

Immediately, all the peak masters and elders looked at these little monks with hot eyes.

Yang Jian saw these details in his eyes, and was a little speechless in his heart...

"True Monarch, please take your seat..."

"No need, I still have things to do, so I'm going to say goodbye," Yang Jian declined, and took a small purse from his sleeve, which contained many elixir, and some good foundation-building cheats.

Yang Jian would not take advantage of the Kunyu Pavilion for nothing. These things are enough to pay for their consumption of cultivating these little monks.

The owner of the Kunyu Pavilion was a little afraid to accept it, and he didn't dare not to accept it, so he reluctantly took the purse. Yang Jian passed the owner of the pavilion with a trace of profound energy, and healed a dark wound in the profound veins in the old fairy's body.

The pavilion master shook his body and looked at Yang Jian in disbelief.

Yang Jian cupped his hands, turned around and was about to leave...

suddenly……

"You, are you really Brother Yang?"

Yang Jian paused, turned his head to look aside, his eyes were full of surprise.