Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1282 The miserable people

The battle at Jingtan Temple ended with Yang Jian withdrawing his troops and calling off the battle.

Eight hundred years later, Sun Wukong fought Erlang Shen again. It was an earth-shattering and fierce battle. The two sides fought for hundreds of rounds, and Sun Wukong was defeated.

The indestructible King Kong was injured by Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword and almost died.

Zhu Bajie was seriously injured, and the eighth prince of the East China Sea, Ao Chun, Chen Xiang and others, almost died in the rebellion. In order to save his granddaughter, the old vixen died in the hands of the five and six old men in Meishan.

The entire Jingtan Temple was razed to the ground. At the critical moment, if Guanyin Bodhisattva had not stepped forward to protect everyone in the name of Buddhism, and promised Yang Jian that from now on, Buddhism would not protect such people who violate the laws of nature.

Then Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and others will most likely die in Yang Jian's hands.

This battle also surprised the immortals and demons of the Three Realms who had always regarded Sun Wukong and Yang Jian as masters of the same level.

Unknowingly, the Justice God Zhao Hui Xian Sheng Erlang Zhenjun has surpassed his old enemy and become a more powerful master!
  Yang Jian razed the Jingtan Temple and taught the Buddhists a lesson. He was satisfied and received assurances from the Buddhists, so he took advantage of the situation and withdrew his troops.

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Mount Emei, Holy Buddha Cave.

"Ouch." Zhu Bajie was lying on the stone bed in the cave, shouting repeatedly, with bruises all over his body.

Sun Wukong leaned against the stone wall and sat on the side. When he heard Zhu Bajie kept shouting, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Idiot, that's enough."

"You've been screaming for a long time!"

"Brother Monkey, I'm so seriously injured, can you stop screaming?" Zhu Bajie sat up with Ao Chun's help and looked at Sun Wukong, "Besides, Brother Monkey, your injuries are not much lighter than mine!"

As he spoke, Zhu Bajie glanced at Sun Wukong with a pair of triangular eyes. Sun Wukong, who used to be dressed in golden fur, now lost most of his monkey hair and his breath was weak.

"This is just my old grandson's carelessness." The sore spot was opened, Monkey King Sun's face turned as red as his monkey's butt, and he retorted angrily, "When my old grandson recovers from his injury, he must let Yang Jian know how powerful my old grandson is. !”

"Cough cough cough!" Before he finished speaking, a rapid cough sounded.

"Great Sage, are you okay?" Seeing this, Chen Xiang on the side quickly put a hand on Sun Wukong's back to help him calm down.

"It's okay." Sun Wukong pushed Chen Xiang away and said firmly.

"Brother Monkey, Guanyin Bodhisattva said it." Zhu Bajie looked at Agarwood and said worriedly, "From now on, my Buddhist sect can no longer protect Agarwood."

"With our current injuries, if Yang Jian comes to visit us again, I'm afraid he will turn us into roasted pigs and monkey brains!"

"You!" Sun Wukong was anxious, pointing a furry finger at Zhu Bajie, but couldn't say anything.

Monkey Sun is proud and arrogant, but he is by no means an idiot who doesn't know the heights of the world.

"Don't worry." Sun Wukong took a deep breath and gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to regulate his injuries. "Guanyin Bodhisattva did say so, but this time starts from the time we recover from our injuries."

"Otherwise, why do you think Yang Jian withdrew his troops so simply instead of capturing Chen Xiang and the others!"

"No matter what, the Buddha still needs face. Yang Jian dare not give him any face."

Taking Chenxiang and the others away at that time was not fulfilling his duties, but slapping the Buddhists in the face in public. Yang Jian injured them in the name of obstructing official duties. The Buddhists only looked bad on face, but if they went too far, they would only provoke The conflict between Buddhism and Heaven.

Therefore, Chen Xiang and others are still safe until they recover from their injuries.

Sun Wukong knows this truth, and Yang Jian also knows it.

Otherwise, how could they return to Mount Emei so easily to heal their wounds? Yang Jian never came to cause trouble again.

But the safe period is only the period of time when they are recovering from their injuries. Once they have recovered from their injuries, protecting Chen Xiang and others would be asking for death. “So that’s it.” Ao Chun understood.

"Nezha, why are you here?"

"Who is this fairy? She is so beautiful!"

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Outside the cave, Ding Xiang's frizzy voice came, awakening Chen Xiang and others.

creak!

The closed cave door opened, and several figures walked into Sun Wukong's cave on Mount Emei.

The short stature of the Third Prince Nezha, holding a fire-pointed spear, and the eccentric Lilac in a long aqua dress, and finally, a man wearing a blue and white fur coat, who is empressing the country, his whole body is filled with a sacred and cold aura, and he is pregnant. There is also a woman in palace clothes holding a snow-white rabbit.

"Fairy Chang'e?"

"Why is the fairy here?"

"Aunt Chang'e!"

Agarwood, Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong, and Ao Chun recognized the identity of the woman at a glance and shouted happily.

Zhu Bajie, who was taught a lesson by the Meishan brothers, even drooled from the corner of his mouth, staring at Chang'e with his lustful eyes.

"Great Sage, brother." Seeing Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong looking weak, Chang'e called out with a hint of regret in the depths of her bright, watery eyes.

A plain hand that couldn't find even the slightest flaw was placed on Chen Xiang's shoulder and comforted: "Chen Xiang, are you okay?"

"Aunt Chang'e, I'm fine." Chenxiang looked at the other party with admiration and replied.

"Great Sage, the messenger of the altar." Nezha took a few steps forward and explained to Sun Wukong and others, "The fairy and I heard that you were injured by Yang Jian, so we came here to visit you."

"I didn't expect Yang Jian to be so cruel and ruthless, even daring to act recklessly in the pure land of Buddhism!" At the end of the sentence, a trace of hatred appeared on Nezha's face.

Three hundred years of justice have completely cut off the friendship between Nezha and his best brother in the past, his senior brother.

At this moment, in his heart, Yang Jian was no longer the senior brother who had saved his life, nor was he the Erlang God who was so arrogant that he did not recognize his family members, but the ruthless justice god.

Zhu Bajie angrily said: "What else does he not dare to do? Who else can the God of Justice, who is superior to tens of millions of people under the two of them, put his eyes on except the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother?"

Chang'e's expression changed, she was silent for a long time, and then she said: "It's not like we have nothing to do with Yang Jian."

"I have a handle on Yang Jian. Once exposed, I may be able to get the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother to pardon Chen Xiang and the Three Holy Mothers, and suppress Yang Jian's arrogance!"

At this point, after witnessing Yang Jian killing the four princesses, capturing Baihua Fairy, chasing Agarwood, and seriously injuring Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong, Chang'e no longer had any worries and was determined to reveal Yang Jian's most shameful secrets!
  "Aunt Chang'e, what is it?" Chenxiang approached Chang'e and asked excitedly.

"Fairy, what is the reason that is so deadly?" Nezha was also curious.

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were made to look like this by Yang Jian. He was so angry that his teeth itched with hatred. Hearing that he finally had a chance to take revenge, he was even more excited.

Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea, had an idea flash in his mind and asked tentatively: "Fairy, are they the Pangu eyelashes that Fairy Baihua and my sister have mentioned many times?"

"Yes." Chang'e lowered her head and stroked the jade rabbit in her arms, "This is it. This is the hidden pain in Yang Jian's heart!"

(End of this chapter)