A chat group with hundreds of millions of members, but it's only for chatting.

Chapter 134 It depends on Chenxiang

"Who exactly are you?"

Although everyone in the Three Realms knows that Yang Jian is the Jade Emperor's nephew, few people know what exactly happened a thousand years ago, especially the massacre of the Yang family back then.

"You can think of me as you were a thousand years ago."

A look of confusion and bewilderment flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, because he suddenly couldn't quite remember what he looked like a thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago, I seemed to hate the Jade Emperor because he caused my family to be destroyed and my life to end.

A thousand years ago, I seem to have hated the Jade Emperor's sons because they scorched their own mother to death.

A thousand years ago, I think I hated the Queen Mother of the West because she deceived herself by saying that what existed between her parents was lust, not love.

A thousand years ago, I think I hated the Heavenly Court because they took away my only sister.

A thousand years ago————

A thousand years later —

Yang Jian felt inexplicably uneasy. Why had he become like this?

"Master, why waste words with him! There are so many of us, are we afraid of them?"

The celestial hound perched on the cloud was already impatient. As a dog, all it was required of was to bare its teeth at its master's enemies and, upon its master's command, bite them to death.

"You should be afraid."

Shen Yi casually flipped his right hand, and a fan appeared in his palm.

The fan was small, made of banana leaves, with a dark golden sheen at the edges. It looked rather unremarkable, like an object casually played with by some wealthy person.

But the moment it appeared, Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Banana leaf fan!

There are only two banana leaf fans in this world. One is in the Tushita Palace in the Thirty-Third Heaven. To get your hands on it, not to mention that it is used by Laozi for daily alchemy, the Golden and Silver Boys alone are not someone that can be dealt with.

The other one, held by Princess Iron Fan in the Moyun Cave of Jilei Mountain, is her life-bound magic weapon. She never leaves her side, and even the Bull Demon King has to give prior notice if he wants to touch it.

"How did Princess Iron Fan's banana leaf fan end up in your hands?"

Although the Banana Leaf Fan is divided into the Extreme Yang Banana Leaf Fan and the Extreme Yin Banana Leaf Fan, their abilities are completely opposite. The Extreme Yang Fan creates fire, while the Extreme Yin Fan creates wind. Others cannot recognize them, but Yang Jian has the Heavenly Eye and can naturally recognize them at a glance.

"Of course, we should kill her."

Shen Yi's tone was casual, and Chen Xiang and Ding Xiang didn't think anything of it. Only Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East Sea, was dumbfounded. The gods who knew about the affairs of the Three Realms were also dumbfounded.

Who is Princess Iron Fan?

She is the wife of the Bull Demon King, the mother of Red Boy, and the mistress of Moyun Cave on Mount Jilei. In terms of magical power, she may not rank among the top in the Three Realms, but in terms of background, she is absolutely terrifying.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that her son is Sudhana, a disciple of Guanyin, is enough to deter anyone from harming her.

"What's wrong, Yang Jian? Did I do something wrong?"

Shen Yi toyed with the banana leaf fan in his hand, his tone remaining calm, even carrying a hint of sincerity in seeking advice. He raised his head, looking directly at the God of Justice on the cloud, and asked, word by word, "The Bull Demon King's family has eaten quite a few people. As the God of Justice, shouldn't you execute them on the spot?"

In fact, Princess Iron Fan in "Journey to the West" does not eat people because she cultivates the righteous path and is a true female immortal. On the contrary, it is the Bull Demon King and Red Boy who eat people.

In "The Lotus Lantern," Princess Iron Fan did not show any intention to eat people, but she was completely indifferent to what she ate. In a family that was used to eating people, this family might not have eaten people every day, but they would probably have eaten people occasionally for a treat.

Take the Bull Demon King for example. Long before Red Boy was taken away by Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Bull Demon King had already attained enlightenment. In Chapter 61 of *Journey to the West*, when the Bull Demon King wanted to deceive Sandy, he said, "My second disciple is the Pig Demon, and my third disciple is the Sand Demon. When I was a demon, I also met them, and even transformed into the Pig Demon to deceive them in return."

This shows that the Bull Demon King no longer considers himself a monster, but rather a Western Mighty King. He is a Westerner, and his identity is fabricated.

Otherwise, why do you think the Bull Demon King, who was taken to the West in "Journey to the West," could appear in "The Lotus Lantern"? It's obvious who released him.

Of course, you can say that "Journey to the West" is "Journey to the West" and "Lotus Lantern" is "Lotus Lantern". Perhaps there are only differences in the plot. But you should know that Princess Iron Fan is not only the wife of the Bull Demon King, but also the mother of Red Boy. So, she is also a Buddhist.

Yang Jian's expression was strange, his lips twitched, and he seemed to want to say something but couldn't utter a word.

He really wanted to say that the God of Justice should do this, but if the God of Justice really had absolute authority, the first people he would arrest would be the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, who had a lot of children. According to the Heavenly Laws, they should all be sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

Can he arrest him?

Would he dare to arrest him?

He couldn't even protect his own sister, so he could only suppress her under Mount Hua and protect her using the most foolish method. How could he have the spare energy to care about the Bull Demon King eating a few mortals?

"You actually killed the Bull Demon King's wife?"

The howling dog's voice rose half a pitch, becoming so sharp it almost cracked. Just moments ago, he had been arrogantly waving his bone club, but now the club drooped, his tail stopped wagging, and a hint of panic even flashed in his dog eyes.

He, the Celestial Hound, fears nothing and no one, but there is one person he is afraid of—Sun Wukong.

The reason is simple: he bit Sun Wukong back then, and every time they met afterward, that monkey would stare at him with a chilling gaze.

The Bull Demon King is Sun Wukong's sworn brother. If the master can fight Sun Wukong to a draw, then it is the master. The Celestial Hound, Xiaotian, cannot defeat him.

Shen Yi ignored the Celestial Hound, shook his banana leaf fan, and turned his gaze back to Yang Jian: "Enough nonsense, are we going to fight or not?"

"That depends on the agarwood."

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, his gaze passing over Shen Yi and landing on the young man at the entrance of the Jingtan Temple. His voice was not loud, but every word was clear: "Chenxiang, you've seen it too. Your teacher's purpose in approaching you is impure. I advise you not to get involved with him."

Chen Xiang, who was watching the show, was taken aback. Then he realized that from the moment Shen Yi uttered his theory of "becoming stronger" at the dinner table, he had a feeling that this teacher was not as simple as he seemed.

Now, with Yang Jian's reminder, Chenxiang suddenly realized that the Master, a mere mortal scholar, who previously only knew how to draw some talismans, was now able to kill Princess Iron Fan, and judging from his actions, he seemed completely unafraid of his uncle.

This is no ordinary teacher; he is clearly a highly accomplished sage!

"Uncle, I'll go with you."

Chenxiang looked at Yang Jian in the sky and said, word by word, "Then are you willing to release my mother?"

His goal was always simple: to reunite with his family. He wanted to see his mother, to snuggle in her arms, and to tell her about the grievances he had suffered over the years.