The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian has been wandering in the prehistoric world for several years, and he has the feeling of "hindsight", but he still can't see through the layers of fog around Tian Yan Daozi.

The four masters and uncles did some calculations, but they didn't come up with any clues, and they couldn't even be sure whether the Chaos Clock really appeared.

Master Lingbao, who had never spoken much, asked, "Then, nephew, do you think this person is an enemy or a friend of mine?"

Friend or foe?

Yang Jian recalled the situation when he was face to face with Tianyan Daozi, and shook his head: "I can't tell..."

He originally wanted to talk about the matter of Wuchen Realm, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back in a strange way.

Can't say, hard to say.

Master Taiyi said: "This man has a chaotic clock in his hand, he cannot be controlled by a saint, so he should be careful. Zhao Gongming should not die today, because Manjusri has no such ability. He discussed a sneak attack with others, and there is an expert with a chaotic clock in his hand. He even let that Zhao Gongming run away... Tsk."

"Junior Brother Taiyi," Taoist Huanglong said with a straight face, "don't spread your words like this."

"What are you afraid of?" Master Taiyi smiled indifferently.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, at this time, Daoist Taiyi was unique in his military exploits, sending Empress Shiji to the list of Conferred Gods, so it was only natural that he was more confident.

Yang Jian originally wanted to discuss with Uncle Taiyi about Jiang Shang, but at this time Huang Long and the others were there, and it was hard for him to speak, so he thought of saying goodbye and leaving.

Taoist Huanglong smiled and said: "Our four brothers and sisters were discussing Taoism earlier, so why not sit in on it for a while, and wait for your uncle's reply."

Of course Yang Jian would not refuse such a good deed.

Daoist Taiyi threw a futon over, and Yang Jian sat under the heads of the four real people, held his breath, and listened quietly to the lectures of the four contemporary powerful masters.

For a while, fluttering in the realm of Taoism, Miaomiao in the forest of Xuanfa.

Yang Jian is immersed in it, has his own understanding of Taoism, and does not notice the passage of time.

Suddenly he heard a call: "Nephew Yang Jian? Nephew? Wake up! Your uncle asked us to go to Yuxu Palace to discuss this matter together."

"Huh?" Yang Jian opened his eyes in a trance, and saw four middle-aged male immortals smiling maliciously at him, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

When he got up, he heard Master Taiyi say that Guang Chengzi was waiting for them to pass by in Yuxu Palace.

Yang Jian asked again, and it was true that Taoist Manjusri went to Yuxu Palace and sued Yang Jian, saying that Yang Jian had saved Zhao Gongming, a disciple of Chanjiao, in his hands, and wanted to question Yang Jian for his apostasy.

"Nephew, keep your heart in your stomach, just go back with us," Master Huang Long said with a rather unsightly expression, "I want to see who dares to say you are apostate today. If anyone refuses to accept it, you must first pass the test of your uncle and me!"

Yang Jian nodded gratefully. He was relaxed at first, and he didn't pay attention to Manjusri's "snitching".

The trip of the four real people has attracted a lot of auspicious clouds.

They took Yang Jian to fly to Kunlun Mountain in a leisurely manner, and they did not hide their aura, which surprised many immortals in China.

Half an hour later, the Kunlun Fairy Mountain was in the distance, and Yang Jian still had time to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

Daoist Taiyi suddenly sent a voice to Yang Jian and asked, "Did you really not see Manjusri at first, or did you see it but pretended not to see it?"

"I didn't see it," Yang Jian replied frankly, without any guilt in his heart.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

The smile on the corner of Master Taiyi's mouth was inexplicably profound, he nodded, and gave Yang Jian an approving look.

Listening to Huang Long laughing: "Oh? Your master is here too."

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, and he looked forward, only to see a few figures standing there waiting in front of the misty fairy palace on Kunlun Mountain.

Daoist Yuding was among them, as well as Uncle Chi Jingzi and Uncle Daoxing Tianzun.

Yang Jian straightened up immediately, with Master here, what Manjusri would he be afraid of!

"Master," Yang Jian bowed forward, Master Yuding nodded slightly, and pulled him to his side with magic power.

Although he didn't say a word, but Master Yuding's deep eyes and slightly cold face seemed to be saying two words to Yang Jian...

'Don't be afraid. '

Explain and teach seven of the twelve golden immortals to enter the main hall of Yuxu Palace side by side.

Hundreds of disciples have already gathered in the hall, including the second and third generations. Seeing seven real people coming in at the same time, they immediately stood up and saluted, and many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jian kept bowing to all the masters, uncles and uncles around him, and all the immortals who explained the teachings also smiled kindly, and those of the same generation also returned their salutes to Yang Jian one after another.

There is a white jade statue in the main hall of Yuxu Palace, which is the statue of a sage, and also the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun preaching the Tao with his disciples.

When they got close, the seven real people bowed to the jade statue, and Yang Jian followed suit, shouting along with the master:

"Meet the teacher."

"Meet the master."

There are more than ten futons under the white jade statue, and Guang Chengzi and an old man with bones are sitting there.

Guang Chengzi needn't go into too much detail, he is a handsome scribe, quite wealthy, and he is also the real person in charge of teaching; and the old man next to Guang Chengzi really wants to make a statement.

And look at him:

The face is solemn and indifferent, with a blue lantern by his side.

Taoist Burning Lamp!

He is the deputy leader of Chanjiao, and he also betrayed Chanjiao during the Battle of Conferring Gods, and went to the Western Church as the deputy leader. After the Western Teaching of Buddhism, he became a distinguished ancient Buddha who burns lamps.

Taiyi also said before that Manjusri, Puxian, Fear Liusun, and Cihang, the four twelve golden immortals, all mean to respect the burning lamp.

But the seven people walking in front of Yang Jian at this time are all restrained by the big brother Guang Chengzi, and they seem to have formed two factions in the teaching.

"I have met the senior brother and the deputy leader."

"I have met the master uncle and the deputy leader."

The seven real people saluted, Guang Chengzi got up to return the salute, while Ran Deng just sat there because he was a generation taller, didn't move and didn't lift his eyelids.

Manjusri and others also need to get up, after all, this is because the sage's eyelids are low, and Yuanshi Tianzun values ​​these.

"You guys are very polite, please be seated."

Guang Chengzi made a gesture of invitation, and Chi Jingzi, Huang Long, Taiyi, Master Lingbao, Daoxing Tianzun, and Qingxu Daodezhenjun took their seats on the empty futon next to Guang Chengzi in turn.

And Master Yuding stood there with Yang Jian, motionless.

Guang Chengzi said: "Brother Yuding, why don't you sit down?"

"Senior brother summoned all the senior brothers, but to judge my apprentice?" Master Yuding's words were a little cold.

Guang Chengzi didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a smile, "Where did you talk about the interrogation? It's just that Junior Brother Manjusri felt resentful, so he invited all the Junior Brothers and all the disciples to come here and ask Yang Jian about Zhao Gongming. Nephew Yang Jian is my disciple who has excellent talent, profound magic power, and is deeply loved by the teacher. Who dares to interrogate him?"

Manjusri, who was sitting on the side, snorted coldly, turned his face away, quite unhappy.

Reverend Yuding nodded and sat down beside Reverend Taiyi without saying anything.

Yang Jian stood there by himself, with a smile on his face, and his chest straightened. There was no tension or pressure on him.

After Reverend Yuding sat down, Reverend Puxian who was sitting next to Manjusri asked slowly, "Nephew Yang Jian, Zhao Gongming, did you really save him from Brother Wenshu?"

Yang Jian just blinked, and before he had time to answer, the real Taiyi beside him said, "Is there anyone who doesn't know about this? Why bother to ask so many times."

Tsk, just now, the smell of gunpowder is very strong.

"That being the case," Manjusri looked at Yang Jian, "Should you admit to this crime of apostasy or not?"

"Apostasy?" Yang Jian said quickly, but don't let Master Taiyi talk, lest there will be a real fight later.

Yang Jian looked puzzled: "Master Wenshu said I was apostate, how could I have betrayed the religion? This crime is too great, and my nephew really dare not obey the order of my uncle. My life is a small matter, but my reputation for teaching is a big thing. I have just learned the skills of being protected by my master and welcomed my mother back in the heavenly court. How can I be half-hearted about my ancestors, my master, and my teaching?"

Manjusri scolded: "What you said is beautiful. Just now in the void, I severely injured Zhao Gongming who was intercepted. I was just about to send him to the list of gods. Why did you suddenly show up to stop him and save him!"

"Uncle Manjusri, this matter is really a misunderstanding!" Yang Jian yelled, "I was wandering around, but suddenly I felt that there was a powerful fight, and I wanted to observe and observe, so I went to Tianwai."

Yang Jian didn't mention the bell, nor the sword light.

Just said:

"But just after I arrived in Tianwai, watching the battle from thousands of miles away, I saw a blood-soaked Taoist rushing towards the sky. My master, masters and uncles, I cultivated a physical body. Everyone knows that the power of the primordial spirit is not strong at all, and I didn't have time to react at all..."

"As soon as this man yelled 'Senior Nephew, save me', I didn't recognize who he was. I thought it was our Zenjiao disciple. I also saw the Taoist who was chasing him, with a wretched appearance, a hunchback and a limp. Master Taiyi often taught me, and I felt that this guy was not a kind person, so I immediately rescued this man who called my nephew."

"I never thought that just after I caught this man, Uncle Manjusri suddenly appeared and gave me a sword. The Taoist also struck out at the same time, and the cooperation with the uncle...is very tacit."

Yang Jian shook his head and sighed, "If I didn't resist, I would have died there. I had to resist the attack of my uncle and the evil heretic. I never thought that the two fairies who stopped teaching would have come just after blocking here..."

Although many people knew about this matter, they felt that Yang Jian had done nothing wrong after hearing Yang Jian say it.

What's rare is that Yang Jian immediately rescued him just because he said "nephew, help me", which is really not easy.

Chi Jingzi said: "I think nephew Yang Jian's actions are reasonable, so there is no need to pursue it further."

"How can we not pursue it?" Manjusri said coldly, "Yang Jian, you really didn't see me at that time?"

"I really didn't see my uncle, but I caught Zhao Gongming, who was covered in blood, and I saw my uncle standing in the distance." Yang Jian frowned, cupped his hands at Manjusri, and persuaded him, "Listen to me, my uncle, that lame Taoist doesn't look like a serious Taoist at first glance. It's better for my uncle to be more cautious when making friends."

"You!" Manjusri scolded, "It's really superficial! That is Daoist Lu Ya, who has never seen the end of the dragon! How can you not be a serious Taoist?"

"Lu Ya?" Yang Jian snorted, "It turned out to be him, this is really not a serious Taoist... Could it be that Uncle Manjusri doesn't know his footsteps?"

Manjusri then said: "Who knows how to follow him in this prehistoric world? This mighty man has attained enlightenment in ancient times, and his abilities are unpredictable. He is really an expert in the world!"

"Not really, not really," Yang Jian shook his head, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-out, "If you're really a master, why can't you kill me, a disciple of us who has been teaching for three generations?"

"Hey!" Taoist Huanglong couldn't help chuckling.

Yang Jian seems to be saying that Lu Ya is not good at Taoism, but he is actually satirizing Manjusri for not being good at Taoism.

However, with the result of the battle there, Manjusri really couldn't refute it. If he said that he just shot in a hurry and didn't use all his strength, he would be ridiculed for being so serious with the younger generation.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that Manjusri was speechless, Daoist Taiyi clapped his hands and laughed, and Guangchengzi also chuckled lightly.

Many immortals below were also smiling, and they admired Yang Jian's mouth.

How can Yang Jian let go of the pit he finally dug for Manjusri?

Old and new grudges will be settled together today!

Yang Jian arched his hands, with regret on his face, and sighed: "Uncle Manjusri, I know the heels of Taoist Lu Ya, but I know everything about it. Uncle Wenshu, do you know the Jinwu clan?"

All the immortals couldn't help listening. When Manjusri heard Yang Jian say the word "Golden Crow", his eyebrows twitched slightly.