The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Well, we did join Chaotian Pavilion, but Wubuzhou fell. Chaotian Pavilion mobilized experts to protect Nanfangbuzhou. I don't want to see my homeland being abused by evil spirits from that day, so I resign and stick to this place."

Yang Jian nodded slightly when he heard the words, and didn't say much.

In fact, this matter can not be blamed on Chaotian Pavilion's cruelty, abandoning most of the defenses of the Great Thousand World, and displaying the main force on the frontal battle situation.

Not to mention the fact that these Taoists disregarded the overall situation and only cared about their own personal interests...

Everything has two sides, and it is difficult to be perfect.

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, the monkey at the side spat out the word 'roll' vaguely, and then dragged the body of the big goat monster and walked slowly towards the distant mountain.

These overhaulers were a little embarrassed at once, but they could only salute to the monkey's back.

How many strange people are there in the prehistoric times? It's not surprising that such a powerful person who doesn't communicate with others is not surprising.

"It doesn't matter if we don't go to the celebration banquet, the catastrophe has not yet passed, and life and death are unknown. Come back, fellow Taoists, so as to appease the monks here," Yang Jian turned into a sword fairy and said seriously, "Just remember, if you can't hold this place, try to preserve your strength and protect the next big formation. All saints and countless people with lofty ideals are confronting the army under the command of the most powerful. The counterattack is coming soon. Please don't give up hope."

"good."

"Hearing what Fellow Daoist said, I feel a lot more relaxed."

These people looked at each other, and bowed to the sword fairy again.

Yang Jian returned the salute, glanced at the monkey, and flew to the sky on a cloud.

He was in shape for a while, and his profound energy enveloped himself, making his figure disappear into the spiritual consciousness of all the monks, and then performed seventy-two transformations into a flying bird, zigzag back and forth, and followed the monkey far away.

There is no fluctuation in the sea of ​​Dao Ze, which shows that there is no great war at this time. Yang Jian has a golden road to rely on, and the sea of ​​chaos can come and go freely.

As long as you don't reveal your whereabouts, you don't have to worry about others.

The monkey dragged the figure of the resurrected monster all the way, and walked directly to the mountain; the old goat demon had already bled dry, so the monkey probably planned to use it as food.

It seems that he intentionally hides his original self and lets himself live according to his instinct.

But if he could really seal his Dao heart, why would he go to help the monks here?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but have some pictures in his heart; it was the night of hundreds of moons on Lingtai Mountain, the little monkey in the wide avenue robe followed behind him, shaking his head and reciting scriptures...

"After all, I can't see you going on like this."

Yang Jian turned into a bird and said something in a low voice, but the monkey looked up at him vigilantly, but it couldn't see through the seventy-two transformations performed by Yang Jian, who was now in the realm of a saint.

The monkey curled his lips, fumbled the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to drag the goat's body forward.

After walking like this for half a day, when the moon and stars were thinning, the monkey finally walked into a mountain forest, came to the side of a stream, and lay down there to drink a few mouthfuls of clear stream water.

Then, it sat there leaning against the tree trunk, motionless, its eyes looked a little tired and confused, staring at the stars beside the treetop.

This starry sky, this bright moon, and the sun star still rising in the east and setting in the west, can be regarded as proof that the way of heaven is not dead.

In fact, this monkey is not the only one who is confused, most of the monks in the past have been asking themselves and others, what should they do...

The monkey was stunned for a while, and Yang Jian's spirit bird also stayed on the branch beside him for a while.

But all in all, there is not much time to squander like this now, Yang Jian thought for a while, and remembered that he had also seen the dream magic power given by Master Xuandu.

I don't know when a little smoke appeared in the forest, and a wisp of smoke drifted past. Monkey King looked at a certain place in the forest with some doubts, and then tilted his head in a little puzzlement.

At first he didn't pay much attention, but when he felt a little thirsty, he stood up and stumbled to the stream.

He froze suddenly.

Reflected in the stream, he was wearing the familiar Taoist robe that was much bigger than himself, and an octagonal Taoist hat on his head. The monkey face covered with golden short hair was still immature and curious.

"oh?"

Sun Wukong couldn't help but froze there, raising his hand to maintain the movement of scooping water, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.

‘Wukong, you came here to be lazy again, my teacher asked you to meditate in the mountains, why did you escape here? '

With a soft call, the monkey by the stream trembled a few times, and hurriedly turned its head to look, only to see that the forest had turned into the most familiar scenery at some point.

At the back of Lingtai Mountain, there is also a small stream flowing like this.

A Taoist was sitting under a tree, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Master..."

Monkey King muttered, then got up and staggered towards the figure, fearing that he would smash the dream, his legs softened, and he knelt down three feet away from the figure.

"Master...is that you, Master?"

'Fool, who is it if you are not a teacher? But do you get confused after practicing? '

Monkey King's chapped lips trembled up and down, and then he let out a long sigh, sitting there just looking at the figure under the tree.

As if waking up from a hazy dream, he has concluded that what he is in is a dream. After all, these situations and these conversations are all very vivid in his memory.

Since leaving Lingtai Mountain, especially during the 500 years of being crushed under Wuzhi Mountain, what I have been thinking about day and night and dreaming about is nothing more than the happy and happy life in Huaguo Mountain, the little Taoist boy in Fangcun Mountain...

‘Wukong, how are you doing with the seventy-two transformations? '

"Master, this disciple is already very good at playing."

'Guard from arrogance and impetuosity, this is just a superficial supernatural power, don't be complacent and get carried away with complacency. '

"Yes, Master..."

Monkey King had a sore nose, knelt down in the dream and raised his head to keep himself from crying.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder twice, and the dream around him was rapidly receding. Sun Wukong was anxious to freeze his surroundings, but he couldn't use any magical powers in the dream. He could only watch the surrounding night pass like water, and see the old Taoist figure under the tree whose face could not be seen dissipate into smoke.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't realize that my eyes were blurry, and I was crying in my sleep.

When the piercing eyes saw clearly the figure standing in front of him, Monkey King was suddenly a little annoyed, jumped up and grabbed the man by the collar and punched him.

What appeared in front of him was not the sword fairy he had seen before...

Sun Wukong showed his fierce face, and the sword fairy frowned slightly.

"Disturbing your grandpa grandpa, I have a sweet dream! Courting death!"

Yang Jian chuckled secretly, but the transformed sword fairy looked at Monkey King with a serious face, a little puzzled.

"Why are you doing this, Fellow Daoist?"

"Hmph!" Sun Wukong didn't really hit the fist, but just pushed the sword fairy away; he was not unreasonable.

"If you disturbed fellow daoist Qingmeng just now, then I will make an apology here."

Sun Wukong ignored him and sat back under the original tree, with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, returning to his original state.

'Sword Immortal' said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, are you the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who turned Heaven upside down?"

Sun Wukong didn't speak, just pretended that the person next to him didn't exist.

'Sword Immortal' smiled, and without anger, took a futon and sat beside Monkey King. The latter frowned slightly, but did not directly avoid it.

"Why do fellow Taoists stay here, instead of going to fight against the evil spirits outside that day, and show off the majesty of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?"

Sun Wukong was a little silent.

The 'Sword Immortal' cupped his hands and said: "Pin Dao speaks bluntly. Ping Dao was originally appointed by a sage to search for people with lofty ideals to jointly resist the special envoys of the most powerful demons outside that day. It has been a long time since several sage masters asked me to find a Taoist friend, and I finally met today by luck. Please follow me back."

"Saint? Demon?" Sun Wukong sneered, "Not interested."

"This... fellow Taoist, don't you have any compassion for the prehistoric spirits? Have no empathy for the prehistoric monks?"

The monkey was silent for a while, just sat there blankly, as if he didn't want to talk to the 'Sword Immortal'.

Yang Jian was also patient, and continued to talk to Sun Wukong about the truth, which made Sun Wukong frowned, and Yang Jian's mouth was dry, and Sun Wukong never communicated with him.

Finally, Yang Jian decided to change the method.

"It's really a tiring job to convince fellow daoists," 'Sword Immortal' laughed.

If he had known this earlier, he would have done more things in Sun Wukong's dream just now, and let the "Bodhi Patriarch" directly tell Sun Wukong why he was going forward, and he didn't need to be so "eloquent" now.

All along, Yang Jian wanted Sun Wukong to figure out how to take the next road, so that Sun Wukong could have a firm mind and not "lose the chain" at a critical moment.

Yang Jian took a jug of fairy wine casually, took a sip directly into the jug, and then breathed out lightly.

"This fairy wine is almost finished, so I should go back to Nanzhou to find some more. By the way, fellow Taoist, didn't you drink all the fairy wine from the Queen Mother of Yaochi? Try it, how does this wine compare with the Queen Mother?"

Monkey King curled his lips, but he didn't resist.

It's also because the 'Sword Immortal' has been talking nonsense for a long time just now, and he is a little familiar with Monkey King.

I saw Sun Wukong took the jug, raised his head and took a sip, then smacked his lips, and started drinking from the jug.

"Hey, my fairy wine!"

"My old grandson will pay you in the future! Hiccup!"

This fairy pot is also a magic weapon, the wine in it actually has the capacity of a tank, Sun Wukong poured his head up for a while, and couldn't help belching.

Yang Jian sighed softly beside him.

He is a master, an opponent, and a good friend...

If Sun Wukong can't become a saint in the future, I'm really sorry for his painstaking efforts.

I'm also sorry for these fairy wines.