Guan Jiangkou, Erlang Zhenjun Temple!

"Guanyin, what is she doing here?!"

Yang Jian was standing in the courtyard and looking up at the sky, when he suddenly seemed to feel something, turned his head to look sideways and saw a golden light galloping in the distance, and a trace of doubt in his eyes flashed away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Second master, Guanyin Bodhisattva is here!"

After a while, the golden light fell in front of the temple, and then the sixth of the Meishan brothers walked in quickly.

"Please come in!" Yang Jian thought for a moment.

Hearing this, Zhijian turned around and went out, and soon the white-clothed Guanyin, who was holding a willow jade bottle, followed Zhijian into the courtyard together.

"Erlang Zhenjun!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva salutes.

"It turned out to be Guanyin Bodhisattva, please be seated!!"

Yang Jian beckoned Guanyin to sit on the stone table in the courtyard and said, "I don't know that the Bodhisattva is not practicing in the South China Sea, why do you come to my small temple today?"

There was also a hint of displeasure in his voice.

Last time, it was Guanyin's recommendation that he had to deal with Sun Wukong, and went to the place he hated the most in this life, and he naturally suppressed a little anger in his heart.

Guanyin smiled slightly, disagreed, and said: "The poor monk is here because he wants to inform Erlang Zhenjun about an important matter. ”

"Could it be that something happened to Heavenly Court again?"

Yang Jian pretended to be surprised, then looked at Guanyin and shook his head: "Bodhisattva, I, Yang Jian, just want to practice quietly at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, and don't want to pay attention to any heavenly affairs, if the Bodhisattva's intention is related to this, please avoid opening the Venerable Mouth, so as not to hurt the harmony!"

Then he looked up at the sun, got up and said, "My daily practice time is almost up, if the Bodhisattva has nothing else, please forgive Yang Jian for not accompanying him first." ”

After that, he turned around and walked to the back, leaving Guanyin alone.

"Could it be...... The matter of the Three Holy Mother, Zhenjun doesn't want to know?"

At this time, Guanyin's faint voice came from behind him.

Yang Jian's footsteps slammed.

Then he turned around, stared at Guanyin with an unkind expression, gritted his teeth and said, "You ...... just now Say what?"

"Since Zhenjun heard it, why should he ask again?"

Guanyin smiled, raised his hand and pointed to the stool beside him, and said, "If Erlang Zhenjun wants to know the details, why don't you come and sit down and listen to the poor monk?"

Yang Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, turned back and sat down, gritted his teeth and said, "If the Bodhisattva doesn't come today, don't blame Yang Jian for being polite." ”

Guanyin smiled: "That's nature!"

"Tell me, what are you going to tell me?" Yang Jian snorted.

Guanyin smiled and didn't say anything, just glanced at Naojian next to him.

Yang Jian understood, raised his hand and said, "Sixth, you go down first." ”

Hearing this, Naojian turned around and retreated.

As soon as Zhijian left, Yang Jian snorted, "Can you talk now?"

"Dare to ask Zhenjun if you know that Ling Mei is in love with someone?" said Guanyin.

"The third sister is in love with someone, this is impossible!"

Yang Jian was shocked, and then immediately denied it, and said with an unkind expression: "I warn you that it's best not to use this kind of thing to deceive me, otherwise you will ......"

"If the true monarch does not believe it, please go to Huashan for a trip, and then what the poor monk said is true or false, and I think the true monarch will have an answer. Guanyin said calmly.

"I'll give it a trip. Yang Jian's expression was cloudy.

Guanyin looked at him quietly like this, and did not speak again.

"The man's ...... Who is it?" suddenly Yang Jian asked hesitantly.

Guanyin smiled again: "Fu Demon Heavenly God, Shepherd Changsheng!"

"What, how could it be him!"

Yang Jian Huo Ran stood up, shocked and angry, and his expression became extremely exciting.

He recognized the pastor not long ago, thinking that he was affectionate and righteous, and a friend worthy of friendship, and invited him to be a guest, but in the blink of an eye, he became a ......

Wait a minute!

Yang Jian suddenly remembered the dodgy eyes when Mu Changsheng looked at him after fighting Sun Wukong, and the sadness that Yang Chan showed when he looked at Mu Changsheng in Heavenly Court......

All kinds of scenes appeared in front of him, and Yang Jian closed his eyes in pain.

It's ridiculous that he thought that Mu Changsheng saw that he was dodging because he was beaten by himself, and he thought that Yang Chan was so sad when he looked at Mu Changsheng because she was kind and sympathetic to Mu Changsheng......

He knew that Guanyin's words just now were true.

"So what?!"

After a long time, Yang Jian took a deep breath and looked at Guanyin.

Guanyin looked up at the sky: "Zhenjun should understand." ”

"You want to kill him with a knife, borrow my hand to kill him, right?" Yang Jian sneered disdainfully when he saw this.

Guanyin said with a smile: "This matter can be concealed for a while, but it can't be concealed for a lifetime, not to mention that there are not a few clear-eyed people in the Heavenly Court, if the Shepherd Changsheng does not die, and the True Monarch thinks that after their matter is discovered by Uncle Ling, what will the Heavenly Court do with the Three Holy Mother?"

"I really don't understand, how did that guy who Fu Mo got into trouble with your Buddhists, who only calculate people behind their backs. ”

Yang Jian laughed, as if he didn't take Guanyin's words to heart at all.

Guanyin shook his head and smiled: "He didn't mess with us, if you want to blame him, you can blame him for being too good, if he doesn't die, my Buddhism will be difficult to prosper!"

"Excellent?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then muttered.

"He can train soldiers!"

Guanyin spoke at the right time.

"Training? Do you ...... say?"

Yang Jian looked at Guanyin in shock: "Buddhism is finally going to spread east?"

Guanyin said with a smile: "Zhenjun, don't forget, when I was a god, I made an agreement with the two Heavenly Venerables in the West and the Taishang in the East and the two Heavenly Venerables in the Yuanshi, and now it's time to make the agreement count." ”

"You Occidental?"

Yang Jian laughed sarcastically: "But how do I remember that when I was a god, you were still my Cihang Ninth Master!"

Among the twelve golden immortals, Cihang Zhenren ranked ninth, and his master Yuding Zhenren ranked tenth, so Cihang Zhenren was indeed his master before entering the Buddha from the Tao.

Hearing this, Guanyin's face finally changed color, and he said lightly: "Zhenjun still cares more about Sister Ling, don't let her repeat the mistakes of Lingtang in the past, farewell!"

Yang Jian lowered his head and was silent when he heard this, but his face was difficult to see.

Guanyin glanced at Yang Jian lightly, then got up and walked out.

"Uncle Cihang!"

When she was about to walk to the door, Yang Jian's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"What ...... else?"

Guanyin smiled and turned around, but as soon as she turned around, she saw a sharp cold light passing by her.

Sting!

At the same time, a piece of her white sleeve flew up from her side, and finally flew like a white butterfly, and finally fell to the ground.

"Please allow me to call you that one last time, if it weren't for this friendship, today only for the fact that you insulted my mother, I, Yang Jian, would have to fight with you endlessly!"

Yang Jian slowly withdrew the three-pointed two-edged knife that had been cut down, and said in a cold voice:

"But from now on, our love is like that sleeve, love is broken, since then the well water does not violate the river water, I irrigate the river mouth and no longer welcome any Buddhist people to come, if there is a comer, don't blame me Yang Jian's three-pointed knife in his hand does not recognize people!"

"Humph!"

Guanyin sneered angrily, snorted and turned to leave.

"Sixth!"

The silver light flashed in Yang Jian's hand, and the three-pointed two-edged knife disappeared, and he shouted at the same time.

"Second master, you are looking for me, hey, the Bodhisattva left so soon?"

Naojian was surprised when he came over.

Yang Jian snorted, Zhijian knew that he was speechless, and he didn't dare to speak.

Yang Jian looked at the sky with a complicated expression, and finally retracted his gaze and said, "Call the bosses, let's go to Huashan first!"