Seeing that Xuanzang was about to be suppressed by Buddhism, the next thing was to search for his soul, but Sun Wukong, who had been silent, suddenly rushed into the sky of Buddha light and wanted to finish off Xuanzang with a stick.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of behavior is like killing people!

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

"You dare!"

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

Under the light of the Buddha, his figure stood still, like a drizzle;

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

There was a bang, and Sun Wukong's figure flew out upside down, but Yang Jian just shook his body......

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

He has been protecting the monkey for so long, and he was also manipulated by the hands of the strongest?!

"Damn it!"

Yang Jian rarely had a moment of anger, but at this time, Yang Jian's scolding was full of anger.

The figure rushed forward extremely fast, and even before Sun Wukong flew upside down, Yang Jian's figure appeared in front of Sun Wukong again, this time he smashed forward with his left fist, hit Sun Wukong's chest, and spurted blood directly from the monkey's mouth and crashed into the ground.

Yang Jian shot angrily, and Sun Wukong didn't say that he had a chance to backhand, but it was very difficult to escape.

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

The masters of the Buddhist sect looked at each other, Sun Wukong was carrying the Dao Buddha Light to kill Xuanzang before, and he was slightly injured by the Buddha Light, which also affected him to some extent.

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

When they suppressed Xuanzang and dispersed the demonic qi on Xuanzang's body, Yang Jian also rushed out of the ground with the seriously injured monkey with Xuanzang's energy, and threw the monkey beside Xuanzang with a somewhat gloomy face.

At this time, the golden hoop on the monkey's head had been removed by Yang Jian, and there was a trace of black gas wrapped around the golden hoop......

Whew—

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

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. ”

The masters of Buddhism are like falling into an ice cave, silent like a cicada.

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

"Hmph!" Yang Jian's face turned cold, "If I know well, this golden hoop was given to Xuanzang by a fellow Daoist." ”

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

"What the hell are you Buddhists doing?"

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

The three-pointed two-edged spear was unsheathed, and Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a compelling look, and all the masters did not dare to look at him.

"If Buddhism doesn't give me an explanation tonight, don't blame me for not being emotional!"

"Amitabha, the true monarch is angry, why don't you search for Xuanzang's soul first," the two old monks in charge stood up, although they couldn't catch Yang Jian's momentum, but they also alleviated the atmosphere in the venue.

Yang Jian snorted coldly and watched coldly.

And the two old monks were not ambiguous, and immediately took out Xuanzang's soul.

Ironically, Xuanzang's soul is also protected by a layer of Buddha light, and above the Buddha light is the remnants of the Yuan Shen of the golden cicada in his previous life.

Buddhism is a good idea, and when Xuanzang arrives at Lingshan and seeks the truth, he can immediately restore the cultivation and memory of the golden cicada and become another master of Buddhism.

It's a pity that at this time, although the remnants of the golden cicada's primordial spirit are there, the soul protected by the Buddha's light is already pitch black like a ghost.

Seeing Xuanzang's soul, Yang Jian faintly felt that he had seen it from before......

Yes, in his previous dream, he saw many similar evil spirits in the Netherworld.

This further confirms that the troublemakers behind it are on the side of the strongest.

The question is how much the Buddha Gate has been infiltrated, and how many evil spirits lurk in these Buddha lights.

"Amitabha," an old monk couldn't bear it, and the Buddha's light condensed into a thin golden needle, which slowly pierced into Xuanzang's soul.

The miserable howls of the ghosts were endless, and the lord of the daughter country on the side couldn't stand such a scream, and was frightened into a coma.

Fortunately, Tianpeng quickly hugged His Majesty the Lord of the Kingdom, otherwise this delicate body would fall and maybe he would have to 'die of incense'.

The screams continued for a while, and with the wave of the sleeves of the old monk's robe, pieces of light and shadow appeared in the sky above Xuanzang's soul.

These pictures are Xuanzang's memories, and they are naturally Xuanzang's perspective, as well as what Xuanzang thinks and understands......

The first memory is a little vague, but I'm sure it's not out of the ordinary.

Jiang Liuer, Xuanzang......

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

The memory reappeared, it was the beginning of the Journey to the West, Xuanzang visited the Tang King, and since then, what Xuanzang thought in his heart, in addition to normal thinking and Buddhism, there was one more voice......

In that short period of time, some kind of change occurred, so that Xuanzang was planted with a magic root.

However, the memory was removed early, and the culprit did not show half a trace.

In the later memory, it clearly shows how Xuanzang planted the deep roots of the demon step by step, and how he began to influence Sun Wukong's mind step by step with the evil method that he didn't know where to get it.

Sun Wukong has no defense against a mortal, and even has a little respect for Xuanzang from the bottom of his heart.

With each time the spell is cast, Sun Wukong is gradually invaded by the demonic energy.

It was with the convenience of the golden hoop that Sun Wukong was completely unable to resist, and when he realized that something was wrong, he was already controlled by Xuanzang.

After searching the soul, the old monk sighed and put Xuanzang's original spirit back into Xuanzang's body.

It's just that since then, even if Xuanzang doesn't die, he is half a wasted person, and the original god has lost his spirituality, and eighty percent will go crazy.

Yang Jian shook the spear in his hand and scolded: "You Buddhism has done a good thing!"

The Buddhas had to bow their heads and admit their scolding, but they could not refute it.

Xuanzang was calculated by external demons under their noses, and Buddhism at least had the crime of negligence and dereliction of duty.

And Yang Jian was angry, naturally because Sun Wukong was planted with a demon root by Xuanzang, and this body was defiled with spirituality, even if the shackles of heaven and earth are completely opened in the future, it will be difficult to consummate, and he may only be trapped in the quasi-saint realm for the rest of his life.

Yang Jian's previous efforts to cultivate monkeys even cost more than 50 years in the mountains to teach them personally......

All efforts have come to naught.

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

But he was not blinded by anger, and naturally knew that the culprit today was the evil demon of the outer realm.

"Incompetent!"

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

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

"Amitabha, bring Xuanzang back to Lingshan to listen to the world's honor. The people who took care of Xuanzang were escorted, and the Buddhism introspected and searched for themselves, if they found traces of foreign demons, they must be caught alive and interrogated, and if they couldn't do anything, they could be killed on the spot. ”

All the Buddhas chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and the golden light of the Tao swept Xuanzang and flew towards the spiritual mountain.

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

"Second, second senior brother?"

Sha Wujing swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"

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

Tianpeng flicked his sleeves, and was just about to go to the house to rest with His Majesty the lord of the country, when a fierce-looking women's army surrounded him.

Tianpeng had to laugh twice, explaining that he wanted to protect His Majesty and return the lord of his daughter's country.

There was some commotion on the street, many people knelt down everywhere, and mortals naturally didn't know what was going on, but they just knew that there were Buddhas and Bodhisattvas coming to the post house tonight, which might be related to the Tang Dynasty monk.

Waiting for those women's soldiers to escort the daughter of the country lord and hurried away, Tianpeng and Sha Wujing sat on the steps in front of the door, a little stunned.

Sha Wujing muttered: "If the journey to the west fails, how can I achieve the right result? I can't be a monster for the rest of my life......"

"What's so bad about being a monster?" Tian Peng smiled, "You see how this immortal Buddha is different from a demon? ”

"Second Senior Brother, what are your plans for the future?"

"It's good to go back to Gao Laozhuang and find my Cuilan. ”

"Alas, I can only go back to Shahe and continue to wait. ”

"What are you waiting for? In a few years, it will be the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and our little shrimp will not even be as good as pigs and dogs by then," Tianpeng patted Sha Wujing on the shoulder, "Listen to me, go 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 bury yourself on the spot." ”

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Hahahaha! Joke, let's go to sleep, you and I will wait a few days to see the limelight, and it is estimated that there will be others to interrogate. ”

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

As soon as he lay down, the snoring sounded, and in the midst of the snoring there were his dream-like words.

"Senior Brother Sha, shouldn't you be like Master? ”

Sha Seng was stunned for a moment, 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 will not look down on the two of us and avoid a catastrophe. ”

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

"Oh my life. ”

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