The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Lingshan.

Compared with Yang Jian's last visit, this Lingshan Mountain is more imposing. There are resplendent and resplendent halls everywhere, and golden auspicious clouds hang down in the sky, condensed and not scattered, and several treasure halls are built on top of these auspicious clouds.

If he didn't know that this is the most barren Xiniuhezhou among the prehistoric five continents, Yang Jian would have thought he had entered some small world.

The real and fake monkey king had just broken into Lingshan, and was immediately attracted by the Buddha's light to the most magnificent treasure hall.

Yang Jian didn't hide his aura at all, and went straight into Lingshan, which immediately made many old monks unable to sit still, and greeted Yang Jian.

Some of the escorting disciples showed up to stop him, and politely gave the Buddhist ceremony to Yang Jian, and asked with a smile on his face, "I don't know why the real king came here?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Yang Jian just dropped these four words, holding the snow-white gun with his left hand, and flicked the front of his robe with his right hand, and walked forward like this.

A group of young Buddhist masters were about to stop them, but the old monks released their Buddha lights, and in the sky full of Buddha lights, they opened a way for Yang Jian.

No one dares to stop, no one dares to ask, no one dares to stop.

Yang Jian stepped forward, walked over many barriers in two steps, and walked to the main entrance of the Daxiong Palace without any hesitation.

Stepping into it, the breath of the whole hall is condensed.

But after Yang Jian entered the main hall, he stopped again. He stood next to a white jade pillar in a door, holding a spear and standing against the stone pillar, looking at the hundreds of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and the huge golden Buddha in front of him.

The Tathagata was just receiving the incarnation, and the ostentation at this time was much more spectacular than the several saints in their respective ashrams back then.

The True and False Monkey King, who was originally the protagonist in the arena, also felt that the attention in the hall seemed to be taken away from them at this time, and even noticed a little tension in the atmosphere.

The two monkey kings turned their heads to look at the same time. The monkey on the left was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The monkey on the right was delayed for a moment, but if they didn't distinguish carefully, they still asked in unison: "Why are you here?"

Yang Jian smiled lightly, didn't say much, just watched the show with his spear slanted.

"Amitabha……"

That Baizhang Jinkou recited a Buddha's name, without asking whether the monkey was real or not, he asked first, "Why did Zhenjun Erlang come to Lingshan?"

Yang Jian didn't pay any attention, just stared at the front quietly, which made many Buddhist masters in the field look angry, but all of them dared to be angry and dared not speak.

It's not that the Buddhist disciples are bloodless and just swallow their anger and be humiliated by Yang Jian; it's that none of them can bear the consequences of angering Yang Jian.

If this is a simple top-notch power, that's all. The problem is that this is a double-slashed Dao sage, a ruthless man who is regarded as the greatest reliance of the prehistoric disaster...

Today, if he gets angry and overturns Lingshan, the saints will have nothing to do with him.

Honghuang respects strength, Yang Jian was originally sheltered by the saints of the Sanqing, and took advantage of the situation to rise step by step; now he is standing in front of the Sanqing, arrogant in the universe, and only those rumored to be the strongest can stabilize him.

Therefore, not only did the elders and buddhas in Lingshan not dare to provoke them, but they didn't know how to ask them at this time.

Just like that, Yang Jian stood abruptly outside the Daxiong Palace, watching the field quietly, as if waiting for an opportunity to go crazy.

And the Baizhang Golden Buddha on the throne chanted the Buddha's name again, then smiled a little, and stared at the monkey in front of him.

The other members of the Buddhist sect in the hall are treated as if there is no such person as Yang Jian... This is somewhat more comfortable.

"Wukong," Tathagata said, reminding the true and false monkey kings of their respective reasons for coming before Tathagata, and they cheered up.

The two monkey kings clasped their hands together and performed the Buddhist salute at the same time.

The monkey on the left shouted: "Buddha Tathagata! Quickly take down this monstrous monkey. This really pissed off my old grandson!"

The monkey on the right is also shouting: "Also ask the Tathagata Buddha to subdue this monstrous monkey and express this bad breath for my old grandson!"

Tathagata laughed lightly, just about to open his mouth to talk, but his eyes couldn't avoid Yang Jian who was standing in the direction of the palace gate, and suddenly felt like a stick in his throat.

Yang Jian appeared and threatened the Buddhist sect. The meaning behind it may only be understood by a few Buddhist masters.

The Tathagata smiled and said, "All Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats, can you distinguish between the real and the fake?"

Immediately, one after another looked at the two monkey kings; the real and the fake monkey king looked at me and I looked at you, and their hearts became angry again, and they each picked up their golden cudgels to hedge against each other, and the sky was dark and the sky was dark in this grand hall.

"Amitabha."

Tathagata sang the Buddha's chant, eighteen arhats shot at the same time, and eighteen golden lights pulled the boundless power of thought, easily suppressing the two monkeys respectively.

All the arhats and bodhisattvas said that they couldn't see through or distinguish, so the Tathagata took advantage of the opportunity and began to talk about the heels of the four monkeys in the chaotic world.

These four monkeys are Lingming Stone Monkey, Chijiri Horse Monkey, Brachial Monkey, Six-Eared Macaque...

At this time, Tathagata did not specify whether the real Sun Wukong was the "Lingming Stone Monkey", but only said that the one pretending to be Wukong was the "six-eared macaque".

If Yang Jian is not here, Tathagata may make people believe that Sun Wukong is just one of the "Four Monkeys of Confusion", thus paving the way for the false six ears to replace Sun Wukong.

But just when the Tathagata finished talking about the follow-up of the four monkeys in the chaotic world, there was a sneer at the gate of the hall.

It was this sneer that stopped Tathagata's words again.

Yang Jian stared at Tathagata, with an expression of waiting for the good show to unfold; but the provocation and fighting spirit in his eyes were already a little undisguised.

The Buddhist monks couldn't help but hold their breath, and many people with clear minds already understood what happened today.

The appearance of the 'six-eared macaque' was too strange, and Tathagata's words were too ambiguous. However, Yang Jian went directly to Lingshan, stood here, and watched Tathagata's next actions. He was trying to protect 'Sun Wukong'.

Yang Jian didn't need to say anything at all.

Who dares to touch Sun Wukong, he, the ancestor of Bodhi, will stand up and turn him upside down!

Let's talk about the real protagonist of this drama, the real and fake Monkey King.

The word 'six-eared macaque' was spoken, and the real and fake monkey kings who were suppressed by the golden light looked at each other at the same time, their eyes were like fire, and their expressions were generally the same.

"You six-eared thief!"

"You six-eared monster monkey!"

An Arhat saw that the Tathagata was silent and the atmosphere in the hall was too weird, so he couldn't help asking: "World Honored One, among these two walkers, which one is the six-eared macaque?"

Tathagata frowned slightly, making a look of careful distinction, but his heart seemed to be bleeding.

Why did Yang Jian suddenly wake up?

Today's calculation, in fact, was finally decided after Yang Jian entered the Chaos Clock to practice. The original intention was to replace Sun Wukong, who had a grudge against Buddhism, with a six-eared macaque controlled by their Buddhism.

If it is said that Sun Wukong can become a saint, no one in the Buddhist sect will believe it, but now that the Buddhist sect has endless power of thought, it doesn't take much effort to create a powerful master. It seems to them that replacing Sun Wukong is beneficial and harmless.

What Buddhism wants is the merit of heaven, the boundless luck, and the fortune that makes Buddhism rise before the catastrophe.

Before the catastrophe, if you can increase your strength, you will have a higher chance of surviving, not to mention that Buddhism has more calculations and strategies...

Of course they knew that Sun Wukong was Yang Jian's disciple. Yang Jian did not hide anything when he turned into the Bodhi Patriarch, and when Sun Wukong was born, Yang Jian also showed up to protect him.

The receiving sage learned that Yang Jian had entered the practice of Chaos Clock, and he might not be able to show up before the catastrophe. In the eyes of Buddhism, Monkey King suddenly lost his backing.

How to knead it is up to their wishes.

But the Buddhists don't know it at all, because Yang Jian has the ability of prophets, he has long known that Monkey King is destined for this calamity, and has always had a part of his mind on the incarnation.

Eighty-nine profound arts and Dao rhymes collide, Yang Jian is self-generated in the chaotic species, so let the avatar go to check immediately...

Sun Wukong is the spiritual object of the future catastrophe, and also the powerhouse of the heaven and earth. Yang Jian can't sit idly by regardless of public or private.

At this time, the pressure was completely on Tathagata.

Should he confront Yang Jian directly, and bet on whether Yang Jian dares to do it directly; or should he endure the pain and kill Liu Er, causing the Buddhist sect to suffer heavy losses...

"Amitabha……"

Tathagata shouted the Buddha's name again, as if he was asking about his own body, but the guiding Taoist did not respond.

A purple golden bowl appeared in Tathagata's hand, and with a slight toss, it floated to the top of the true and false Monkey King.

Yang Jian stepped forward suddenly, ready to make a move, his real body had already moved, so naturally he couldn't return without success.

All the masters of Buddhism have begun to secretly induce boundless thoughts, ready to forcibly suppress Yang Jian at any time.

Tathagata frowned slightly, the hearts of the bodhisattvas and arhats were hanging in the air, and the purple gold bowl could only gradually tilt...

Six ears?

Goku?

"Naughty beast, hurry up and do it!"

Tathagata scolded in a deep voice, and a golden light from the purple gold bowl fell directly on the Monkey King on one side.

The 'golden cudgel' and 'golden chain mail' almost melted in an instant, and the originally mighty body suddenly curled up and turned into a small monkey. The three pairs of ears on the left and right were neatly arranged, and it subconsciously sucked its own thumb.

Yang Jian's footsteps stopped suddenly, the divine light in his eyes gradually faded, and the spear in his hand was also put away.

This Tathagata made a decision to save him worry and effort.

At this time, the golden light suppressed on Monkey King dissipated, and the Monkey King jumped up directly, holding the golden cudgel, and was about to smash his six ears to pieces.

This six-eared macaque is a treasure created by Buddhism with great efforts. How could it be killed so easily?

"Wukong!"

Tathagata yelled aloud, and a Buddha seal was thrown towards Sun Wukong.

But Yang Jian at the gate of the palace flicked his fingers, the movement was relaxed and freehand, but a crack in the universe popped up...

The Buddha seal was blown to pieces, Sun Wukong's figure was unhindered, and he smashed the six-eared macaque's forehead with a stick.

This blow really made the Tathagata close his eyes, the faces of all the Buddhas and elders were gloomy, and all the Buddhist masters who understood what happened today secretly thought it was a pity.

The Monkey King holding the golden cudgel stood in the Daxiong Palace panting for a while. He turned his head and looked at the gate of the palace. The young man in the robe who was standing there had long since disappeared...