Chapter 831: Netherworld meets Hou Tu, Journey to the West to Revert

Leaving Lingshan, Yang Jian hurried back to the misty place where the saint was, and once again entered the chaotic clock to practice.
Although it was only a long time delay, it interrupted the understanding of the eight or nine profound arts. I have to say that this made Yang Jian feel a little helpless.
But being able to protect Monkey King is equivalent to protecting another hope for the great famine, and the result is still good.
Buddhism...
After he cut the Five Elements Golden Zun Gree, Tian Ting and Buddhism are trying their best to avoid him. Now, calculating Monkey King, he should think that he will not notice this in the chaos clock.
But Yang Jian returned to the retreat, but he couldn't concentrate for a long time.
There are two doubts lingering in his mind, so he has to think more.
First, there was chaos in the catastrophe of Journey to the West. The true and false Monkey King, who was supposed to be at a later position, had been advanced after three dozens of White Bone Spirits. This was a little bit different from what Yang Jian knew.
Before that, Yang Jian had already understood that the stories he knew were ‘perfect’ scripts written by Tiandao when there were no variables.
He is the variable of the Conferred God. After calculating Jiang Shang and taking advantage of the situation, he also caused the Conferred God and the original story to be similar, and the process has undergone many changes.
Now he has not interfered with the catastrophe of Journey to the West, and there are so many variables between heaven and earth that make the catastrophe of Journey to the West deviate from the original'script'.
This variable must be an existence that the primordial realm could not detect. Yang Jian thought about it, but three words came out in his heart...
The strongest.
"Did they interfere with Journey to the West?"
As soon as Yang Jian's thought came up, it was suddenly out of control.
In fact, it is not just the Xeon, the dog-legs of the Xeon are variables for the catastrophe of Journey to the West.
Judging from the current situation, the variables don't seem to be too strong, and the impact on the Westward Journey is not too obvious. It seems that the other party has calculated something in secret, but the primordial realm and the saints have not been able to detect it.
If Yang Jian had time for these things, he really wanted to dig deeper.
But at this time, he has reached the critical juncture of enlightenment and cultivation. Whether he can rush to the strongest realm before the catastrophe depends on whether he can push the eighty-nine profound arts to the peak during these years of Journey to the West.
No matter, even if something is found out, it cannot change the ‘fruit’ of the imminent disaster.
This is only the first doubt, the second is more complicated.
In the Netherworld Buddha realm, the pagoda where the Earth Zang King and Di Ting lived, Yang Jian still had an inexplicable and weird feeling in retrospect.
This feeling is quite strange, especially when he sees the divine beast, he always feels that he and the divine beast have met...
However, regardless of his current life or his previous life, there is no memory of the truth listening to the beast.
This sacred beast is actually a prehistoric alien, and Yang Jian can also see through the heavens and listen to the ‘growth process’ of the sacred beast, and he is innocent.
"Maybe it's because of the similar aura to Senior Bai Ze."
Yang Jian whispered something, sat in the void and thought for a while, then shook his head, letting himself begin to enter the state of spiritual practice.
Taking advantage of the fact that his heart was still not at peace, Yang Jian moved his mind to the avatar, first went to the Black Spirit Kingdom for a half circle, and then moved his mind to the avatar in the capital city.
When I opened my eyes, I saw ten Yan Jun joking and laughing in front of him, as well as the snarling dogs eating aside.
Before, Yang Jian was eager to call out his true body to Lingshan, and the incarnation was directly thrown in the capital city. Only then did he find himself standing on a corner of the street, surrounded by ghosts.
"The true monarch is here!"
King Qin Guang's eyes lit up, and he brought other Yan Jun forward to meet the salute, and Yang Jian also bowed his hands and said.
"True Monarch, why did you throw this avatar here?"
"Before there was something urgent, it was too late to move," Yang Jian replied with a smile, and asked directly: "Is the empress retreating?"
"No retreat, Niang Niang has a purpose, if you come, you can go directly to the reincarnation plate to find her."
"Thank you," Yang Jian bowed his hand, and after a few greetings, he flew towards the reincarnation disk with the Howling Dog.
The other side where Yang Jian has been meeting with Hou Tu is actually a projection of Hou Tu's mood, between existence and non-existence, quite mysterious.
Entering the other side in the six-way reincarnation disc this time, Yang Jian saw a chic attic. Houtu was holding a snack in the attic, with a gentle smile on his mouth.
"Manny...cough, sister?"
"Are you here? Come in quickly and try my beginner's craft."
Houtu chuckled at Yang Jian, as if the spring flowers were blooming, and he felt the clouds linger.
Yang Jian bowed to Hou Tu, familiarizing himself with familiarity, and respecting the one who should be respected is still Yang Jian's insistence.
Sitting on the side of Houtu, Yang Jian looked a little bit dumbfounded at the refreshments that Houtu pinched out.
She didn't use a bit of mana, and the materials she used were quite exquisite. They were all fairy fruit tea, but the beauty of this dessert...
"Do not laugh."
"Hey, yes, can you eat it now?" Yang Jian casually took a Dongdong that looked like a steamed bun, first sniffed it, and then stuffed it into his mouth, suddenly feeling transparent and refreshing.
"Although it looks a bit miserable, it tastes good."
Houtu suddenly smiled gently, with a rare hint of pride in his smile.
She took the Yunpa and wiped her fingers carefully, put the snacks on the plate, pushed them in front of Yang Jian, and asked in a soft voice: "You have been very hard in your practice recently. These snacks are actually made with fairy fruits that refresh your mind. You can eat more. ."
"I had let my real body come here," Yang Jian sighed with some regret, picked up a snack and stuffed it in his mouth, "Sister, when you are sitting in the Nether Realm, have you ever felt the strange movement of Beihai Nether River?"
"Well, I was the first to perceive this," Hou Tu said with a stern tone. "Countless troops have gathered under the Nether Stream. They are all creatures who existed in the prehistoric world but were unwilling to die. That person. The methods of the strongest are truly appalling. They lived from death and accomplished this in such a short time."
"The strongest person is better than a saint, otherwise how can it be called a great catastrophe?" Yang Jian said with a smile and continued to stuff his head.
Houtu sighed faintly, with a jade hand resting his chin, tilting his head and watching Yang Jian.
She said: "If my brothers and sisters can also live for the better from death."
"What? All the monsters resurrected by the strongest person?"
"The demons account for a large part, and there are also many dragon, phoenix and even human monks," Hou Tu gently shook his head, "I felt these at a glimpse before, but I don't want to take a closer look. , The divine consciousness was blocked out of the nether stream."
Yang Jian said: "At that time, I will send someone to the Netherworld to support."
"Their goal should be on the ground, and there won't be too strong offensive underground," Hou Tu said, "After I become a holy, the strength of the ghosts of the underworld is not what it used to be, but I can barely fight."
"It's better to prepare more backs, be prepared," Yang Jian shook his head, he insisted a little bit, Houtu naturally nodded in agreement.
The two discussed for a while about the Spirit Race reinforcements entering the Netherworld, and Yang Jian came this time for this purpose.
When they finished discussing, Yang Jian wrote an autograph letter, which was later sent by Houtu to the place where the Chaos Spirit Race Army was stationed.
After discussing business matters, Yang Jian started chatting with Hou Tu again: "Sister, have you ever dealt with the Buddhist Dizang King?"
"There have been several fate," Houtu said, "that can be regarded as a wizard of Buddhism, and with greater perseverance, he has set up the ambition that he will never become a Buddha."
Yang Jian groaned a few times, and said, "This ambition is quite bluffing at first glance, but it's nothing new after careful study."
"It is true," Houtu said with a wry smile, "Buddha is showing that the heart of occupying my underworld is immortal."
Yang Jian nodded and sipped: "That is, the eighteen layers of are not of their Buddhism. They were born in the Netherworld when they established six reincarnations."
Yang Jian paused, because Houtu put his hands on his left hand and patted lightly, "Brother, you are in great danger now, so you should practice peace of mind. Don't worry about these troubles."
"But I always think that Buddhism has some problems."
Hou Tu said: "Buddhism was born out of Western religion. The Western religion originally relied on the two leaders to make great aspirations and establish a great world, and then it has the doctrine and dogma..."
"Yes, Buddhism's own teachings are originally built on ambitions. What is Buddhism itself worth looking forward to?"
Yang Jian stood up, pacing back and forth, and finally he could only shake his head and sigh.
It is no longer possible to delve into the various faults of Buddhism. The great catastrophe is coming, and all the forces that can be united must unite as much as possible. No matter how dirty Buddhism and Heavenly Court are, they can only close one eye.
"Oh, I will go back to practice first."
"Well, don't think too much, just feel relieved."
"Sister, when you have nothing to do, watch the movements in the lower Buddha realm more often," Yang Jian said, "especially the golden pagoda, as well as Di Ting and Ksitigarbha."
"I will keep an eye on them, don't worry."
Yang Jian smiled freely, but didn't think too much, and said to Houtu, this avatar gradually faded.
After talking with Hou Tu, Yang Jian's Taoist heart finally calmed down, and he ate a lot of fairy fruits from Hou Tu. At this time, Yang Jian had a clear mind and inspiration, and he threw himself into the practice of Eight or Nine Profound Art.
After Yang Jian left, Hou Tu sat there for a moment, then put out a finger and gently drew a circle in front of him.
In the circle, the golden pagoda was extremely clear, and every move within it could not escape the eyes of Hou Tu.
It’s just that Hou Tu didn’t notice ~EbookFREE.me~ The moment she started observing the golden pagoda, the little monk in white clothes meditating on the top floor pulled a slightly disdainful smile...
On the westward journey, Monkey King returned with a somersault cloud and gathered again with Tang Seng, Tianpeng and Sha Wujing.
Although Sun Wukong has not been replaced, he has matured somewhat, with less playful face and more time for thinking.
The unchanging, but the slow canopy and the smiling Sha Wujing, anyway, for the two of them, the sky is falling and the big brother is holding them, they don't have to worry about anything.
If we talk about the benefits of this catastrophe...
Since the last time he was kicked by the Fake Monkey King, Xuanzang's number of chanting the Curse of the Ring has been significantly reduced.
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