The world does not say that he is arrogant, and the green clothes and brocade robes are rebellious.

Yang Jian was here to make trouble, straighten out his mood, adjust his mentality, and his eyes were a little frivolous and arrogant, obviously he was just an incarnation, but he expressed his strong demeanor of being the first in the mix.

But this opening is to find the right way to mention, how dare the four King Kongs release people?

"Zhenjun, this place is my western ......"

"Huh?" Yang Jian's somewhat narrow eyes swept over, and the bodies of the four great King Kongs trembled in unison, and they couldn't help but take half a step back.

Yang Jian walked with his hands in his hands, "You can just go and spread the word, how can you not even dare to respond to my invitation to talk about the Tao?"

"Yang Jian, you!"

There was a big doorkeeper who was about to get angry, but he was tightly grabbed by the shoulder of his fellow doorman.

Yang Jian ignored it, and walked up step by step, seemingly in a good mood, still enjoying the surrounding scenery.

To the southeast, on the back of the green ox that stopped there, the old man chuckled, and seemed to be looking at the land of Lingshan.

There are patches of net-like divine consciousness in the heavens and the earth that cover the sage dojos of the Western Sect, and due to the changes in the dark stream of the North Sea, more and more implicated Honghuang monks have returned from the sea of chaos and woken up from the long retreat and enlightenment, and at this time they are looking at Yang Jian much more than before.

In this world, there are actually many monks who do not care about the world, and there are even a large number of monks who are buried in the depths of the earth to retreat, just for a pure purpose.

On the winding mountain road, dozens of Western sect masters swept through the air, lined up in two rows, folded their hands, and recited scriptures in their mouths.

How is Western religion and Buddhism different?

In fact, it's just that Western religions have been forced to change their names, and the doctrines and etiquette are generally the same.

Yang Jian only needs to be careful not to shout the word 'Buddha' casually, and there is nothing taboo about anything else.

The white clouds are long, and there is a familiar figure falling on the mountain road, but it is a familiar person to Yang Jian.

Fugen real people.

At this time, Fuxian did not get the name of Guanyin, still called himself Fuxian, seeing Yang Jian walking towards him with a black face, she first smiled bitterly, and then held the jade bottle, holding the willow branch, and slowly moved forward.

"Yang Jian's nephew and stay. ”

Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, as if he had just seen this 'uncle', and replied weakly: "It turned out to be a senior of Fuxian, what advice do you have?"

The word 'senior' made Fuxian a little unexpected, and she also blocked back what she wanted to say next.

Yang Jian's attitude towards Fuxian seems to be the reason why he came to the Western Sect Dojo to avenge the last time Burning Lamp and others apostatized and entered the Western Sect.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's behavior at this time was a little more 'reasonable', which made the powerful monks who were concerned about this place begin to wonder how the Western Sect should deal with Yang Jian.

Rejection of the door? It is inevitable that the Western Sect will be afraid of Yang Jian's pretext.

But let Yang Jian slowly walk up and go to the place where the saints of the Western Sect sit and talk eloquently, which also greatly ruined the face of the Western Sect.

However, Yang Jian's own strength is there, and Zhun Ti couldn't stop him from entering the Lingxiao Treasure Hall at the beginning, and today's Zhun Ti is afraid that he can't make a move on Yang Jian's incarnation.

"Nephew...... Zhenjun," Fuxian caught up from behind, "please stay." ”

Yang Jian ignored it, and just stepped forward.

Fuxian's thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his figure appeared in front of Yang Jian in a flash, and a faint coercion pressed Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's pace did not stop at all, he looked up at Fuxian, still walking slowly.

"Zhenjun, don't do it again!" Fuxian's eyes were a little puzzled, "At this time, heaven and earth can't afford the two sects to fight again, why can't they take a step back for the time being?"

Yang Jian chuckled lightly and said indifferently: "Why didn't you say this when you went to Yuxu Palace to ask for someone?"

"You really ......" Fuxian sighed lightly, his eyes were a little lost, but in a blink of an eye, he returned to a solemn appearance, "Okay, if you want to talk about the Tao, I will accompany you to talk about the Tao." ”

"Oh?" Yang Jian's eyelids didn't move much, but he said softly: "Apostate, how can you speak." Although the Tao is between heaven and earth and in all things, it requires a sincere heart to walk towards the Tao in order to comprehend the mystery and know what the Tao is. Senior, where is your sincerity?"

Fuxian's brows furrowed slightly, but Yang Jian had already begun to take a step.

"Well, let it be. ”

Fuxian sighed lightly again, she originally wanted to prevent Yang Jian from clashing with the Western Sect, and her intention was also good.

It's a pity that Yang Jian doesn't appreciate it.

And she didn't say anything about the previous apostasy, before Yang Jian collided with her body, she used the escape technique to disappear, leaving only clouds of smoke.

Continuing up the mountain, Yang Jian admired the mountains around Lingshan, and although Xiniuhe Prefecture was barren compared to the other four continents, it also gave a magnificent vision that the other four continents here did not have.

"Zhenjun, please stop. ”

With another shout, a thin old man with a wrinkled face and a shiny eyes sat cross-legged in the air and stopped in front of Yang Jian.

"The old man and the true monarch can just talk about the Great Dao, why bother the second sect master?"

"Really?" Yang Jian smiled, "In that case, you can just debate with me directly, why bother so much nonsense?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and the matter of discussing the Tao was actually quite popular among the disciples of the Western Sect, and it was the atmosphere advocated by the two saints to learn from each other about doctrines, cultivation methods, and the principles of the Great Dao.

Therefore, this old man, who was bare-crowned and dressed in a robe, and was known as a patriarch in the Western Sect, was full of confidence at this time, and he expected that Yang Jian's cultivation days were short, and he couldn't ask any sharp questions.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian was a little out of routine, and when he saw that the old man was silent, he took care of himself.

"The true monarch hasn't discussed with the old man yet, why did he go before?"

"I've consciously admitted defeat when you haven't opened your mouth for a long time," Yang Jian sneered, "You asked me why I used to do it, and I answered you...... How's it to move forward on your legs?"

The old man chuckled and said, "True Monarch can only use strong words. ”

"Oh, since that's the case, then I'll also ask this senior, how to interpret the word 'forward'?" Yang Jian said indifferently.

The old man said: "The world is vast, and the struggle between the living beings and the heaven and the earth for a lifetime, and to die from birth is to move forward." ”

Yang Jian said: "I said, I walk with my legs, the road is retreating, I am moving forward." Don't talk about life and death, heaven and earth, if you can't know the subtleties, you can't see the scenery everywhere when the living beings struggle between heaven and earth, what kind of life do you talk about, and what kind of death do you talk about?"

The old man's eyes widened, his face was a little more thoughtful, he nodded, and said, "Then let me ask Zhenjun, since we talk about life and death, do you know what is Bliss? What is the difference between mortals struggling but to enter Bliss, and cultivators struggling just for immortality?"

"There are six realms of reincarnation in the underworld, and the bliss you are talking about is just in the heavenly realm," Yang Jian said indifferently, "The six realms of reincarnation are the principles of the Heavenly Dao, although I am from the Dao Gate, and when the Dao Gate is strong, it can be regarded as dominating the Three Realms, but I will not force the Elysium into the teachings." What kind of bliss is it to try to paralyze the people of the sect to suffer calmly in this life and put their hopes on the illusory road to the afterlife? ”

The old man's hand trembled, and he was about to scold, but Yang Jian's lazy voice had already come.

"A shameless person who steals the true meaning of the six realms of reincarnation as his own teaching, dares to stand in my way today?"

"Hugh is going to be rampant!"

"Mako, please come forward. ”

The old man was about to open his mouth to scold angrily, but a relatively clear voice came from behind, and the old man had to forcibly suppress his anger and turn away.

On the mountain road in front of him stood a white and pure 'bald head', wearing a white robe and gilded robe, and his eyes revealed a little gentleness.

The young man was just about to salute Yang Jian with his hands folded, but he saw a figure falling from the sky, standing in front of the young man, facing Yang Jian.

A middle-aged Taoist who came looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes, and said, "I am a disciple of the Sage. ”

"It doesn't matter who you are," Yang Jian casually broke a branch in his hand, shook it lightly in his hand, and walked in front of this person.

"Okay," the middle-aged Taoist nodded with a smile and looked at Yang Jian proudly, "You came to talk about the Tao, but it was all sophistry, if you can't answer my question, you don't have to go this way." ”

Yang Jian laughed and stood five steps away from this person.

The man took out a leaf, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously outlined it, obviously stumbling many monks with this question.

He shook the ordinary leaf gently and asked, "Is this thing alive or dead?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, as if he suspected that something was wrong with his ears, "That's it?"

"You answer!" replied angrily.

A green leaf says it is alive, but it cannot live on its own, it says it is dead, but it still retains a life.

You can't easily say life and death, because no matter what you say, the other party has a reason to deal with it.

Yang Jian shook the branch in his hand forward, and said indifferently: "If you cut off your finger, will your finger be alive or dead?"

The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the leaves in his hand, and then scolded with a cold face: "I asked you to answer, but I didn't let you make such an analogy." ”

"There is no need to answer, this question itself does not exist," Yang Jian said indifferently, "If you want to ask questions, please bring some questions that can be valid, and I can give you a practical answer." ”

"You!"

"I'm asking you," Yang Jian shook the branch in his hand, "Is this life or death?"

The middle-aged Taoist frowned, shook his head, and said, "Your Excellency is too ridiculous, just said that my question and answer does not exist, but asked me the same question. ”

"It is alive and dead. ”

Yang Jian broke the branch from it, wrapped it with two strands of Xuan Qi, one into the soil on the side of the road, and under the moisture of the Xuan Qi, the branch sprouted and opened the leaves.

The other branch was quickly drained and turned into a piece of rotten wood, which turned into a little wood ash.

Yang Jian chuckled, "Can you get out of the way?" I'm here to discuss, not to joke with you." ”

"Okay, good!" the middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, turned around and flew away, and could see that he was angry.

You have to endure your anger, and you can't argue it.

The white pure 'monk' in front saluted Yang Jian with his hands folded, and finally spoke, and said with a smile: "Jin Chan, a disciple of the saint's disciple, leads the true monarch's wonderful way." ”

Yo?

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he looked at the previous life of this 'royal brother'.

Among the bitter gourd-faced Western religions, he can indeed be regarded as a dignified appearance and a talent.

The monkey that Yang Jian was thinking about hadn't seen yet, and this golden cicada, which looked a little 'immature', was also a good impression. 2k reading web