The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In fact, there is not much benefit in the matter of transforming Hu.

The power of heaven and earth merit, Yang Jian doesn't really need it at this time, after all, the real body is abandoned by the way of heaven, and is still floating in the sea of ​​chaos, so it's useless to ask for it.

But Yang Jian was originally a Taoist disciple, and he sat and watched the Western religion that calculated the Taoist sect, rescued a large number of Taoist disciples, and even fanned the flames in the catastrophe of the gods—oh, it will soon be called Buddhism.

Sitting and watching the luck of Buddhism being weakened is a refreshing thing in itself.

Yang Jian deliberately waited for this time, he expected that the Western religion would definitely not "subdue obediently", to see if he could help Laojun with something.

Fighting is impossible, and the four saints who repair the way of heaven will never allow Daomen and Western religions to fight and increase internal friction.

What's more, if you really want to tear your face apart, the ancestors of Sanqing are in an absolutely powerful position in the wild.

But the game during Huahu period is probably several times more complicated than the fighting method...

Yang Jian originally thought of two plans, one is to take the initiative to divert the attention of Western religions when Laojun is practicing Hinayana Buddhism, and the other is to directly help Laojun.

How to divert the attention of Western religions? In fact, it's not difficult - when the old man left Hangu Pass, Yang Jian went to Xiniu Hezhou for a walk, first to attract their attention to himself, and if it didn't work, he went directly to visit Lingshan and deliberately made something out of it.

It's much easier to directly help Laojun, just show up at the critical moment and help as much as you can.

With a chuckle, Yang Jian stood up and was about to go to the border between Xiniu Hezhou and Nanzhou, playing by ear.

At this time, the pavilions in Guanjiangkou are sunny, and the sunlight shines through the bamboo forest and casts a soft gleam on the wooden boards made of immortal wood.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped and stood there without moving.

Zhang Boshi followed up from behind, and looked at the second master who had stopped suddenly in a strange way. His consciousness swept outside, and there was nothing unusual in the forest.

"wrong……"

Yang Jian muttered a few words suddenly, then suddenly staggered two steps back, and fell to the ground weakly.

Suddenly, his whole body felt cold, his eyes were trembling slightly, and his fingers were trembling unconsciously.

No, neither...

Neither!

As if he had suddenly realized something, Yang Jian sat there, a wave of Dao rhyme gushed out from around him, and Zhang Boshi almost knelt down when he was overwhelmed.

"Second Master? What happened all of a sudden? Second Master? What's wrong?"

When Zhang Bo saw that Yang Jian's complexion suddenly became very strange, he hurriedly asked beside him; he was most afraid of being unsteady when he was practicing, and Yang Jian's appearance at this time looked like he was crazy, which was really worrying.

"Second Master? Second Master? Don't scare me! If you want to go crazy, I can't control you with my low skills!"

Zhang Boshi kept shaking his wrist, Yang Jian finally recovered a little, raised his hand to stop Zhang Boshi's movements.

"I'm fine..."

Yang Jian's voice sounded a little tired, and then he coughed twice, took a breath, and finally returned to normal gradually.

Without saying anything, he slowly got up, walked to the door, and raised his hand to hold the doorknob.

He needs to verify something, needs to prove something, needs to figure out what is going on.

Even if...

"Second master!"

Zhang Boshi looked at the back of Yang Jian riding the clouds, and shouted loudly: "Do you want your subordinates to accompany you?"

"Need not."

Leaving this sentence in a calm tone, Yang Jian's figure flew faster and faster, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Along the way, Yang Jian kept his mouth shut and just hurried on, flying extremely fast.

After rushing to the sky directly above Nanzhou, Yang Jian resisted the urge to go straight down, hid on the cloud and looked at the blue cow from a distance with his divine sense.

The old gentleman on the back of the green bull seems to be a mortal old man, without any dao rhyme, without the slightest cultivation, but with a sense of detachment from the world.

Niu was not walking fast, and he always met some mortals along the way, saluting, asking, and staring at Laojun. Most of the time, Laojun had a smiling face, as if he was really just a generous elder in the mortal world, studying around.

Yang Jian just followed, looked at the green bull and the old man on the back of the blue bull, and watched them enter a majestic pass.

Hangu Pass.

Yang Jian saw sweat on his forehead, and repeatedly confirmed in his heart...

Laozi rode a bull out of Hangu, and left behind the legend of the purple air coming from the east in Hangu Pass, and also left the "Tao Te Ching" with more than 5,000 words handed down.

next...

Sure enough, the guards in Hangu Pass greeted him and invited Laojun to stay in. After Laojun wrote the Tao Te Ching, he left Hangu Pass at sunset and continued to wander towards the west.

But Yang Jian stood on the cloud for a long time, like a wood carving or a clay sculpture.

This is not right!

This is simply not right!

He knew these allusions in advance, knew that Lao Tzu was going to become a Buddha, knew that the Tao Te Ching would be left in Hangu Pass...

He knows all about Yang Jian!

Why?

Because when he was in his hometown on the earth, he had heard people talking about these things, and he had obtained these information through various channels!

Dragon, phoenix and lich, primordial chaos, the list of gods, Emperor Xin of Zhou, Ji Fa of Wu, Li Jing's family...

Before Yang Jian came to Honghuang, he knew everything!

This means that the era after the flood is the earth he lived on before!

He came from the hereafter, not from before the beginning!

In other words, if he came from the spirit cloud of a strong man from long ago, why would he have a prophetic vision?

When he broke through to the Great Realm, Yang Jian thought he already knew the past and present, where he came from, and who he was; but now, Yang Jian fell into a vortex of contradictions, getting deeper and deeper...

This is just the first confusion.

These things in the prehistoric world, the past, and even the changes of the secular dynasty in Nanzhou all appear in the myths, history, and allusions of the hometown on the earth.

This is the second unanswerable question.

If according to what he saw in Guihongzhong, he came from the spiritual cloud transformed in his previous life, then what is the inexplicable connection between the imaginary world of Lingyun and the prehistoric world and chaos?

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all!

In the prehistoric land, in the South Continent, the four seasons are changing, why the solar terms are almost the same as those in the hometown?

Which side is real and which side is illusion? Where did he come from? What have you been through? Is that meteor that flashed across the spiritual cloud really him?

Before the limit of Guihong Realm broke through, Yang Jian felt that the most reasonable explanation for his following was actually like this——

The Great Desolation collapsed in the catastrophe, the survivors refined the Great Desolation into many stars, and the Chaos Sea turned into the universe, and only then did the Earth come into existence.

Yang Jian later learned about the "spiritual cloud" and began to question whether the earth he had lived on for more than 20 years really existed. When he broke through and returned to the Great Realm, he saw the "previous life", and felt that his hometown on the earth should exist in the spiritual cloud that had been destroyed by the war.

But now, Yang Jian began to doubt whether this was the truth.

The order of Xia, Shang and Zhou, the existence of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, one story after another that I know well and is connected in series...

What is the relationship between the prehistoric and the earth?

Yang Jian clutched his forehead and let out a soft snort. He suddenly had a splitting headache, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Fortunately, his mind is only pinned in the avatar at this time. If he suddenly encounters such a drastic change of mind when he is in the body, I am afraid that the violent breath around him will cause endless disasters.

I can't figure it out, I can't see the connection...

Yang Jian turned around and flew away, his figure quickly shuttled through the wilderness, went to Yuquan Mountain, and worshiped in front of Jinxia Cave.

"Master! This disciple is confused!"

The door of Jinxia Cave was wide open, and Yang Jian got up and walked in, kneeling on the futon, watching Master Yuding who was still deducing the method of fellow practitioners, suddenly he couldn't speak.

"What's wrong?"

Yu Ding put down the jade card in his hand, beckoned Yang Jian forward, frowned and said, "You look so bewildered, what happened?"

"Master, I am very confused!" Yang Jian knelt there and said in a low voice, "I want to know where I came from and why I came here, but I can't figure it out."

"Oh?" Master Yuding looked at Yang Jian's face, and closed the cave door casually, "Many monks tend to lose their minds when practicing. As a teacher, I thought you would not have such a problem, but I didn't expect to fall into confusion."

"Ask Master for clarification."

Master Yuding frowned, he could feel the urgency in Yang Jian's heart, but he couldn't answer Yang Jian's sudden inquiry.

Where did it come from?

"Calm down!"

The sound of Dao suddenly appeared in the mouth of Master Yuding, and the sound of chanting sutras appeared everywhere in the cave; Master Yuding waved his big hand, and a word'Tao' written by a blue black light came slowly and hit Yang Jian on the forehead.

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, the confusion in his eyes gradually receded, and he regained his clarity.

Exhaling a long breath, Yang Jian sat there quietly thinking with his head down, his brows could not be stretched, as if he was about to fall into confusion again.

"Even if you are confused, you shouldn't be so confused," Yu Ding reprimanded seriously, and this was one of the few times he reprimanded his apprentice.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, bowed to Yuding, and murmured: "It's the disciple who got confused for a while. It's just, it's just that I thought I understood everything, but suddenly I felt that I didn't understand everything."

"Seeking the Tao is like this. All things have the cause and the fruit of the Tao," Yuding Daoist said, "What you see is not what you see, and what you know is not what you know. If you can understand your true self in such a simple way, you can kill the three corpses and achieve the status of a great saint."

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Master Yuding's voice slowed down, and he continued: "True spirits don't know their own origin, nor do they know how to be a teacher. They don't know how to live, and they don't know how to die. The difference between reality and reality, existence or non-existence, is determined by one heart."

"Whether it exists or not, it all depends on one heart?"

"Hey," Yu Ding sighed softly, "Your cultivation level has advanced too quickly, but your mental state experience is somewhat insufficient. This is also a negligence of your teacher. You should retreat in the mountains for a thousand years and cultivate your mental state hard."

"Master, there are still things outside..."

Yang Jian had almost recovered at this time, rubbing his brows, he didn't know what happened to him suddenly.

A contradictory point that I took for granted before and had been ignored by myself easily shook my whole state of mind.

Perhaps, it is really the lack of mental state practice.

But who can answer his question?

Yang Jian suddenly thought of someone...

"Master, I will go to the underworld. If she can't answer my confusion, I will bury it in my heart." Yang Jian bowed again, "Master, don't worry, this disciple knows what to do and what not to do."

Master Yuding's eyes were a little worried, but seeing Yang Jian's eyes gradually regaining firmness, he also knew that Yang Jian might be about to play a game with a powerful enemy in the sea of ​​chaos.

"Don't force yourself too much in everything. If there is an enemy you can't deal with, send a letter to your teacher."

"Well, master, just rest assured," Yang Jian chuckled, as if he had regained his usual indifference.

However, Yu Ding saw a little sadness and loneliness flashing across his eyes.

"That's fine," Yang Jian murmured, "Perhaps where I come from can only be answered by finding the place where I was originally. It should have existed, maybe it was after the prehistoric age, and I have to live until then to see the answer..."

Master Yuding frowned, and just about to say something, Yang Jian bowed and got up to leave.

Where did it come from...

After Yang Jian left, Yu Ding sat there and fell into a little thought. A long memory came to mind, and Yu Ding's eyes gradually became more confused.

Where did his jade tripod come from?