The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Seeing that Xuanzang was about to be suppressed by Buddhism, the next step was to search for his soul, but Monkey King, who had been silent all the time, suddenly rushed into the sky full of Buddha's light, and wanted to finish Xuanzang with a stick.

Such an act, no matter how you look at it, looks like murder!

If only the masters of Buddhism were present, maybe Sun Wukong would have won at this time, but unfortunately, there are not only masters of Buddhism here, but also Zhenjun Erlang.

"you dare!"

With an angry reprimand, Yang Jian's figure appeared two feet in front of Xuanzang in a flash.

Under the blast of the Buddha's light, his figure remained motionless, like drizzle;

Sun Wukong raised his stick and threw it at him, but Yang Jian still didn't make a move, and let the stick hit him on the shoulder.

There was a bang, and Monkey King flew upside down, but Yang Jian just swayed...

The moment the stick fell, Yang Jian saw the black flames in Sun Wukong's eyes clearly, and the anger in his heart was immediately ignited.

The monkey he had protected for so long was actually tampered with by the Xeon's subordinates? !

"Damn it!"

Yang Jian seldom has a moment of panic, but at this time, Yang Jian's scolding voice is full of anger.

He rushed forward very fast, even before Monkey King flew upside down, Yang Jian's figure appeared in front of Monkey King again, this time he slammed forward with his left fist and hit Monkey King's chest, spurting blood from the monkey's mouth, and crashed into the ground.

Yang Jian shot out in anger, Sun Wukong would have a chance to fight back, even if he escaped, it would be very difficult.

Monkey King crashed into the ground, Yang Jian rushed down like a shadow, and there was a rumbling sound from the depths of the earth.

All the masters of Buddhism looked at each other, Sun Wukong was trying to kill Xuanzang with the Buddha's light on his shoulders, but he was slightly injured by the Buddha's light, which also affected his forward charge to some extent.

But Yang Jian turned a blind eye to the supernatural powers of these Buddhist masters, which really affected his Dao heart.

After they suppressed Xuanzang and dissipated the devilish energy from Xuanzang, Yang Jian also used Xuanzang to rush out of the ground with the seriously injured monkey, and threw the monkey to Xuanzang's side with a dark expression.

At this time, the golden hoop on the monkey's head has been taken off by Yang Jian, and there is a trace of black air wrapped around the golden hoop...

when--

The golden hoop was thrown on the ground by Yang Jian, making a crisp sound.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation."

The masters of Buddhism fell into an ice cave, silent like cicadas.

Cihang moved forward, took the golden hoop into his hand and inspected it carefully, then his expression was a little strange, and he said: "Could it be that Xuanzang planted a magic root for the spirit monkey through this magic weapon?"

"Hmph!" Yang Jian looked cold, "If I know right, this golden hoop was given to Xuanzang by fellow Taoist."

"This..." Cihang inspected it carefully, and then replied in a low voice, "It is indeed the one I refined, but I didn't arrange such hands and feet on it, I just used this thing to imprison the primordial spirit of the spirit monkey."

"What the hell are you Buddhists doing?"

Yang Jian's voice became calmer, but the Buddhist masters around him, Zixia and Tianpeng, all felt the vigorous anger in Yang Jian's heart.

The three-pointed and two-edged gun was unsheathed, and Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a threatening light, and all the masters dared not look at him.

"If the Buddhist sect doesn't give me an explanation tonight, don't blame me for not being sympathetic!"

"Amitabha, the real king calms down, why don't you search Xuanzang's soul first," the two old monks who were in charge stood up, although they couldn't stand Yang Jian's momentum, they also eased the explosive atmosphere in the venue.

Yang Jian snorted coldly and watched from the sidelines.

And the two old monks were unambiguous, and immediately took out Xuanzang's soul.

The irony is that Xuanzang's soul is protected by a layer of Buddha's light, and above the Buddha's light sits the remnant body of Jin Chanzi's primordial spirit from his previous life.

Buddhism is a good idea. When Xuanzang arrives at Lingshan and seeks the truth, he can immediately restore Jin Chanzi's cultivation and memory back then, and become another master of Buddhism.

It's a pity that although the remnant body of Jin Chanzi's primordial spirit is still there, the soul protected by the Buddha's light is already as dark as an evil ghost.

Seeing Xuanzang's soul, Yang Jian vaguely felt that he had never seen it before...

That's right, in the previous dream, he saw many evil spirits similar to it in the Nether Stream.

This further confirms that the culprit behind it is the Xeon side.

The question is how much Buddhism has been infiltrated, and how many evil spirits are lurking in these Buddha lights.

"Amitabha," said an old monk with an expression of impatience, and the Buddha's light condensed into a thin golden needle, which slowly pierced into Xuanzang's soul.

The screams of the ghosts were endless, and the daughter of the country, the princess, couldn't bear the screams, and was so frightened that she passed out.

Fortunately, the canopy quickly hugged His Majesty the Lord, otherwise, if this delicate body fell, it might be "scented and jaded".

The screams continued for a while, and as the old monk waved his robe sleeves, pieces of light and shadow appeared above Xuanzang's soul, and Xuanzang's half life was revealed in front of the eyes of the Buddhas like a horse watching flowers.

These images are Xuanzang's memories, so they are naturally from Xuanzang's perspective, as well as what Xuanzang thinks and realizes in his heart...

The memory at the front is a little fuzzy, but it is certain that there is nothing unusual.

Jiang Liuer, Xuanzang...

Before the catastrophe of Journey to the West officially began, that is, before the incident of the Dragon King of Jinghe happened, Xuanzang's memory was interrupted.

The memory reappeared, it was the beginning of the Journey to the West, Xuanzang met the king of Tang, from then on, what Xuanzang thought in his mind, apart from normal thinking and Buddhism, there was an extra voice...

That is to say, some kind of mutation happened in that short period of time, and Xuanzang was planted with the magic root.

However, the memory was erased early, and the culprit did not show any trace.

In the later memories, it clearly shows how Xuanzang gradually planted the root of the devil, and how he began to influence Sun Wukong's mind step by step with the help of the magic spell and the evil method that he did not know where he came from.

Monkey King has no defenses against a mortal, and even has a bit of respect for Xuanzang from the heart. This monkey has clear grievances and grievances, and he recited a kindness to Xuanzang for helping him out of trouble.

As the magic spell was cast every time, Monkey King was gradually invaded by the magic energy into his soul.

It was through the convenience of the golden hoop that Sun Wukong was completely unable to resist, and when he realized something was wrong, he was already under Xuanzang's control.

After searching for the soul, the old monk let out a long sigh and put Xuanzang Yuanshen back into Xuanzang's body.

It's just that since then, even if Xuanzang didn't die, he was half a useless person, his soul had already lost his spirituality, and he would probably go crazy.

Yang Jian shook the sharp spear in his hand, and cursed: "You Buddhists have done a good job!"

The Buddhas had no choice but to bow their heads and admit the scolding, but they could not refute.

Xuanzang was tricked by foreign demons under their noses, and the Buddhist sect at least had the crime of negligence in supervision and duty.

And Yang Jian was angry, naturally because Sun Wukong was planted with a demon root by Xuanzang, which polluted his spirituality. Even if the shackles of heaven and earth are completely opened in the future, it will be difficult to achieve perfection, and he may only be trapped in the quasi-sage realm throughout his life.

Yang Jian's previous efforts, even spent more than 50 years in the mountains to teach monkeys...

All efforts are in vain.

Yang Jian really wanted to keep all these Buddhist masters here no matter what.

But he was not blinded by anger, and he naturally knew that the culprit today was the heretical demon.

"inability!"

Yang Jian scolded angrily, took Sun Wukong with one hand, carried it casually, and flew towards the sky with Zixia on the cloud.

Mantian gods and Buddhas didn't dare to make a sound, so they had to watch Yang Jian leave silently. Many people even wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, bring Xuanzang back to Lingshan to wait for the World Honored One. Escort the person who took care of Xuanzang back then. The whole Buddhist sect will introspect and search for themselves. If any traces of foreign demons are found, they must be caught and interrogated alive. If nothing can be done, they can be killed on the spot."

All the Buddhas recited the Buddha's name in unison, and golden lights rolled around Xuanzang and flew towards Lingshan.

The small courtyard suddenly became empty, leaving only a piece of rubble, which was a bit messy.

"Second, Second Senior Brother?"

Sha Wujing swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "What shall we do?"

"Break up, divide the luggage and leave, what else can we do?"

The canopy flicked his sleeves, and was just about to hug the lord to go to the room to rest, when a fierce-looking female army surrounded him.

Tianpeng could only laugh twice, explaining that he wanted to protect His Majesty, and returned the lord of the Daughter Kingdom.

There was some commotion on the street, and many people knelt and worshiped everywhere. Ordinary people naturally didn't know what happened, but they only knew that there was a Buddha and Bodhisattva coming to the post house tonight, which might be related to the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty.

When the Women's Army left in a hurry to protect the head of the Daughter Kingdom, Tianpeng and Sha Wujing sat on the steps in front of the door, a little dazed.

Sha Wujing murmured: "If Journey to the West is not successful, how can I achieve a positive result? I can't just be a monster for the rest of my life..."

"What's wrong with being a monster?" Tianpeng smiled, "Look at the fairy Buddha in the sky, how is it different from a monster? It's better for us to be kings of the mountain."

"Second senior brother, what are your plans for the future?"

"Go back to Gao Laozhuang and find my Cuilan, it's good."

"Oh, I can only go back to Shahe and wait."

"What are you waiting for? There will be catastrophe in a few years, and our small shrimps will be worse than pigs and dogs." Tianpeng patted Sha Wujing on the shoulder, "Listen to me, find a place with good feng shui and be the king of the mountain for a few years, and then the catastrophe will come, and you will bury yourself on the spot."

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Hahahaha! Just kidding, go in and sleep, you and I will wait a few days to see the limelight, maybe someone else will come to question you."

Sha Wujing sighed, and could only walk back into the house with the canopy.

As soon as the canopy lay down, the sound of snoring started, and amidst the sound of snoring, there were still his words that seemed to be talking in sleep.

"Junior Brother Sha, you are not like Master, are you?"

Drifting was stunned, and hurriedly said: "You can't talk nonsense, second senior brother, you should know about me."

"That's right, it is estimated that the demons outside the human race look down on the two of us, so we will be spared."

Tianpeng yawned, turned over and continued to sleep, while Sha Wujing sat on the edge of the kang in a daze for a while, sighing for a long time.

"It's fate."