Leaving the Spirit Mountain, Yang Jian hurried back to the ethereal place where the saint was, and once again entered the Chaos Bell to practice.

Although it was only delayed for half a day, it interrupted the understanding of the eight or nine Xuangong, and I have to say that this made Yang Jian feel a little helpless.

But being able to protect Sun Wukong is equivalent to protecting another hope for the flood famine, and the result is still good.

Buddhism ......

After he beheaded the Five Elements Golden Venerable Ge Li, the Heavenly Court and the Buddha Sect were trying their best not to provoke him, and now that Sun Wukong was calculated, he should have felt that he would not notice this matter when he retreated in the Chaos Bell.

But Yang Jian returned to the retreat place, but his mind couldn't concentrate for a long time.

There were two doubts coiled in his heart, which made him have to think more.

First, there was chaos in the Journey to the West, and the real and false Monkey King, who should have been in the later position, actually arrived after three dozen white bone spirits in advance, which was a little wrong with what Yang Jian knew.

Previously, Yang Jian had already understood that the stories he knew were all 'perfect' scripts written by Heaven when there were no variables.

He is the variable of the gods, calculated Jiang Shang, and took advantage of the situation, which also led to the fact that the gods were similar to the original story, and the process has changed a lot.

Now he has not interfered with the Journey to the West Tribulation, and what variables exist between heaven and earth, which makes the Journey to the West Tribulation deviate from the original 'script'.

This variable must be an existence that the Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation does not notice, Yang Jian thought about it, and three words couldn't help but pop up in his heart......

The Strongest.

"Are they interfering with the Journey to the West?"

As soon as Yang Jian's thought arose, he suddenly became out of control.

In fact, not only the strongest, but also the doglegs and minions of the strongest are all variables for the Journey to the West.

Judging from the current situation, the variables do not seem to be too strong, and the impact on Journey to the West is not too obvious, it seems that the other party is secretly calculating something, and the Flood Desolate Heavenly Dao and the saints have not been able to detect it.

These things, if Yang Jian has time, he really has to dig deeper.

But at this time, he has reached the critical juncture of enlightenment and cultivation, whether he can rush to the supreme realm before the catastrophe, it all depends on whether he can push the eight or nine Xuangong to the peak during the years of Journey to the West.

Even if something is found, it will not be able to change the 'fruit' of the coming catastrophe.

This is only the first suspicion, and the second suspicion is more complicated.

The Netherworld Buddha Realm, the pagoda where the King of the Earth and Di Ting lived, Yang Jian still had an inexplicable strange feeling when he recalled it at this time.

This feeling is quite amazing, especially when he looks at the Diting Divine Beast, he always feels that he has met the Diting Divine Beast somewhere......

However, neither in this life nor in his previous life, he did not have the slightest memory of the Truth Hearing Divine Beast.

This divine beast is actually a desolate species, and Yang Jian can also see the 'growth process' of the divine beast through the Heavenly Dao, and his feet are innocent.

"Maybe it's because of the similarity with Bai Ze's predecessors. ”

Yang Jian whispered, sat in the void and thought for a while, then shook his head and began to enter the cultivation state.

Taking advantage of the fact that his heart was still not calm, Yang Jian moved his mind to the incarnation, first went to the Black Spirit Kingdom for half a circle, and then moved his mind to the incarnation in the Xudu City.

When I opened my eyes, I saw ten Yan Jun laughing in front of me, as well as the Roaring Sky Dog who was eating on the side.

Before, Yang Jian was in a hurry to summon his true body to go to Lingshan, and the incarnation was directly thrown in the capital city, only to find that he was standing on a street corner, and the surroundings had been under martial law.

"Zhenjun is here!"

King Qin Guang's eyes lit up, and he brought the other Yan Jun forward to salute, and Yang Jian also made a gesture.

"Zhenjun, why did you throw this avatar here?"

"I was in a bit of a hurry before, and I didn't have time to move," Yang Jian replied with a smile and asked directly, "Is Niangniang in retreat?"

"It's not a retreat, Niangniang has a purpose, if you come, you can go directly to the reincarnation plate to find her. ”

"Thank you," Yang Jian arched his hand, exchanged a few polite words, and flew towards the reincarnation disk with the Roaring Sky Dog.

The other side where Yang Jian has been meeting with Houtu is actually equivalent to the projection of Houtu's state of mind, between existence and non-existence, which is quite mysterious.

This time entering the other side of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, Yang Jian saw a chic attic, and Hou Tu was pinching snacks in the attic, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"...... Ahem, sister?"

"Come on, come in quickly, and try my beginner's craft. ”

Houtu chuckled at Yang Jian, as if spring flowers were blooming, and he felt the glow lingering.

Yang Jian bowed to Houtu, familiar and familiar, and what should be respected should still be respected, which is a little insistence on Yang Jian.

Sitting on Houtu's side, looking at the refreshments that Houtu pinched out, Yang Jian was somewhat crying and laughing.

She didn't use any mana, and the materials were quite exquisite, they were all fairy fruits and fairy tea, but the appearance of this snack was ......

"Don't laugh. ”

"Hey, yes, can you eat it now?" Yang Jian casually took a dongdong that looked like xiaolongbao, sniffed it first, and then stuffed it into his mouth, suddenly feeling transparent and cool.

"Although it looks a little miserable, it tastes good. ”

Houtu suddenly smiled gently, and there was a rare hint of smugness in his smile.

She took Yunpa, wiped her fingers carefully, put the dim sum on a plate, pushed it in front of Yang Jian, and asked softly: "You have been practicing really hard recently, these dim sum are actually made of immortal fruits that refresh your mind and enlightenment, you can eat more." ”

"I knew that I would have let the real body come over," Yang Jian sighed with some regret, picked up the snack and stuffed it into his mouth, "Sister, you are sitting in the Netherworld, have you ever felt the movement of the Netherworld in the North Sea?"

"Well, I was the first to notice this," Houtu Zhengse said, "There are countless armies gathered under the Netherworld, all of which are creatures that have existed in the desolate world, but are unwilling to die. The methods of the Most Powerful One were truly appalling, and he had been born from death to accomplish this in such a short time. ”

"The strongest person is better than the saint, otherwise how can it be called a catastrophe?" Yang Jian said with a smile and continued to stuff his head into snacks.

Hou Tu sighed faintly, holding his chin with a jade hand, tilting his head to look at Yang Jian.

She said, "If only my brothers and sisters could be born from the dead, they would be better." ”

"What's the matter? The resurrection of that supreme one is a demon clan?"

"The Demon Clan accounts for a large part, and in addition to this, there are many Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and even Human Clan cultivators," Hou Tu shook his head slightly, "I sensed these at a glance before, but before I could take a closer look, my divine sense was blocked out of the Netherworld." ”

Yang Jian said: "When the time comes, I will send someone to the Netherworld to support." ”

"Their purpose should be on the ground, and there won't be too strong an offensive underground," Hou Tu said, "After I become a saint, the strength of the ghosts in the underworld is not what it used to be, but it can barely fight." ”

"It's better to prepare more back, be prepared," Yang Jian shook his head, he insisted a little, and Houtu naturally nodded in agreement.

The two discussed for a while about the Spirit Clan's reinforcements entering the Netherworld, and Yang Jian came for this purpose this time.

After they finished discussing, Yang Jian wrote a handwritten letter, which was later sent by the Houtu people to the garrison of the Chaos Spirit Clan army outside the sky.

Yang Jian finished discussing the matter, and began to chat with Houtu again: "Sister, have you dealt with the King of Buddhism Dizang?"

"There have been several fates," Hou Tu said, "that is also a genius of Buddhism, and he has great perseverance, and has made a grand wish to become a Buddha without empty vows in hell." ”

Yang Jian groaned a few times and said, "At first glance, this ambition is quite capable of bluffing, but after careful study, it is not a new thing. ”

"That's true," Houtu said with a wry smile, "Buddhism is clearly showing that the heart of occupying my land is immortal." ”

Yang Jian nodded and drank: "That is, the eighteenth layer of hell is not their Buddhism, and it was born in the netherworld by itself when the six realms of reincarnation were established. ”

Yang Jian paused, because Houtu put his hands on his left hand and patted it gently, "Brother, you are now in danger, you should practice with peace of mind, don't think about these troubles." ”

"But I always think that there is something wrong with Buddhism. ”

Hou Tu said: "Buddhism was born from Western religion, and Western religion relied on the two masters to make great aspirations and establish a great world, so that there were doctrines and dogmas......

"Yes, the teachings of Buddhism itself are built on the grand aspiration, and what is worthy of expectations for Buddhism itself?"

Yang Jian stood up and paced back and forth on the side, and finally could only shake his head and sigh.

Now it is impossible to delve into the mistakes of Buddhism, the catastrophe is coming, all the forces that can be united must be united as much as possible, even if there are many filthy things between Buddhism and the Heavenly Court, they can only turn a blind eye.

"Well, I'll go back to practice first. ”

"Well, don't think too much, peace of mind. ”

"Sister, when you have nothing to do on weekdays, you should observe the movements in the Buddha realm," Yang Jian instructed, "especially the golden pagoda, as well as the Diting and Dizang kings." ”

"I'll keep an eye on them, don't worry. ”

Yang Jian smiled freely, but he didn't think too much about it, and made a gesture to Houtu, and this incarnation gradually faded.

After talking with Houtu, Yang Jian's Dao heart finally calmed down, and after eating a lot of immortal fruits in Houtu, Yang Jian's thinking was clear at this time, inspiration emerged, and he happily devoted himself to the practice of eight or nine Xuangong.

After Yang Jian left, Houtu sat there stunned for a while, and then leaned out a finger and gently drew a circle in front of him.

In the circle, the golden pagoda is extremely clear, and every move in it cannot escape Houtu's eyes.

It's just that Houtu didn't notice that the moment she began to observe the golden pagoda, the white-clothed monk meditating on the top floor had a slightly disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth......

On the way to the west, Sun Wukong drove back with a somersault cloud and got together again with Tang Seng, Tianpeng and Sha Wujing.

Although Sun Wukong has not been replaced, he has become somewhat mature, with less smiling cheeks and more moments of thinking.

The same is the same, but it is still the slow canopy and the smiling Sha Wujing, anyway, for the two of them, the sky is falling and there is a senior brother on top, and they don't have to worry about anything.

If you talk about the benefits of this calamity......

Since the last time he was kicked by the Fake Monkey King, the number of times Xuanzang recited the hoop spell has decreased significantly.