Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 41

Beidou was secretly startled by this person who saw through his real body at a glance, and kept his face calm: "I am no longer Marshal Tianpeng, I will never mention these four words again, my legal name is Bajie, Zhu Bajie, and you are the famous flower shopkeeper? "

"It's such a small name, even Brother Zhu knows about it. I'm ashamed and ashamed." The man bent even lower, his waist was so soft that it seemed unbearable to hold, and an indescribable charm leaked out quietly. "My little brother's name is Chaoyan, just call me Chaoyan."

Beidou looked out of the gate of Zhaixingfang, his eyes were even colder: "It turns out that shopkeeper Hua has already set up a formation before coming in, and those inside the door can't get out, and people outside can't come in. It seems that shopkeeper Hua is going to put us Is it all over?"

"No and no." Hua Chaoyan shook her head anxiously, "With my great courage, I don't dare to embarrass Brother Zhu." The folding fan pointed behind Beidou, "I only want him alone."

Beidou looked along the folding fan, and saw Long Bai jumping up, yelling: "You, you..." Hua Chaoyan frowned slightly, "It's not you, it's behind you."

Behind Long Bai is Master Xuankong.

Master Xuankong walked out from behind Long Bai, Long Bai grabbed his arm, Master Xuankong gently but firmly shook it off, walked up to Beidou, and asked: "Are you sure?"

Beidou shook his head, his lips pursed tightly.

Master Xuankong walked towards Hua Chaoyan.

Beidou shouted: "Jiangliu!"

Master Xuankong continued to walk towards Hua Chaoyan without stopping.He knew in his heart that Beidou might not be able to defeat Hua Chaoyan, Beidou had never said that he was not sure, this time he looked like he was about to fight desperately, but since the opponent only wanted him alone, why bother to involve his brother?Master Xuankong usually looks like a fool, but he has ideas at critical moments.

Master Xuankong said to Hua Chaoyan: "I will stay, the two of them will leave."

Hua Chaoyan looked at Master Xuankong with great interest.To be honest, he didn't expect Master Xuankong to be such a handsome monk, he was almost the most handsome person he had ever seen in his life, so he couldn't help feeling fond of Master Xuankong. "I thought you were just a cheater, but I never thought you would be so courageous. I admire you." Hua Chaoyan smiled triumphantly, everything went smoothly.

Beidou secretly lucked out his true qi, and Xin Dao had to fight hard, Long Bai also clenched the wooden stick that was unloaded from the chair.

That's when the accident happened.

Hua Chaoyan suddenly sprayed blood, her body went limp, and she knelt on the ground.Hong Jin and the thugs from the brothel fell to the ground together and passed out.

Almost no one understood what was going on.Only Beidou could see clearly, just now, there was a very weak white light that squeezed in from outside the door, spread out in a circular arc, and covered Hua Chaoyan's side.

It is Daoguang technique.

But Beidou had never seen such a powerful Daoguang technique, so powerful that it was almost unrecognizable.Daoguang technique is the simplest kind of Taoism, and it is the basic skill for beginners. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, Beidou would never believe that someone could make Daoguang technique so superb.Is it true that the simpler the Taoism, the more powerful it is?Immortals pursue profound Taoism, is it possible to give up the basics and chase the end?The Great Dao has no form, and when one reaches the peak of one's cultivation, will the simplest Taoism be used with irresistible power?Beidou fell into deep thought.

With a soft "creak", the door of Zhaixingfang was pushed open again.

A middle-aged man walked in, with white clothes, white hair, and unparalleled appearance.When everyone saw Hua Chaoyan, they thought he was the most beautiful person in the world. Only after seeing this person, did they know what it means to be beyond others.But it's a pity that this man seems to have something sad, his eyebrows are always inadvertently frowned, there is always a coldness in his eyes, and there is a lingering sense of vicissitudes all over his body, which weakens his beauty.Moreover, the corners of his eyes already bear some traces of time. If calculated by ordinary people's age, he is about 37 or [-] years old, but there is also a melancholy and lonely beauty, which makes people can't help guessing his peerless beauty when he was young.

Among those who can still stand in the hall, except Master Xuankong and the other three, only Hua Chaoyan is left.

The man stopped five steps away from Hua Zhaoyan.

Hua Chaoyan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at him obsessively: "Who are you?"

The man spoke, his voice was like ice jade, clear and moving, but with a hint of coldness.

"Erlang God, Yang Jian."

Hua Chaoyan kept her eyes on Yang Jian's face for a moment, and said blankly: "One of the three beauties in the heaven...she really deserves her reputation..."

Yang Jian's face sank: "It's a matter of life and death, but you pay attention to this kind of thing. It seems that Hua Yanlai, a nine-tailed fox from Mount Jiatuo, is no more than that capable general. You are not as good as the toad spirit Hua Yanlai sent before."

Hua Chaoyan blushed, and argued forcefully: "Looking at beauties will not cause any trouble! Besides, I run a brothel, if I don't pay attention to beauties, what am I going to do for a living?"

Yang Jian looked solemn, and said: "You seem to have forgotten that the person standing in front of you is not only the so-called beauty you said, but also the enemy."

Hua Chaoyan was in a daze, when he saw the beauty, he didn't know where he went.Originally, he thought that Master Xuankong was already a rare handsome man, but suddenly someone more beautiful than Master Xuankong appeared, and now his head was dizzy, and he didn't have the slightest intention to fight.Hua Chaoyan struggled to get up from the ground, unfolded the folding fan, and pretended to be chic: "The peony flower dies, even being a ghost is romantic." His clothes covered in dust and blood really couldn't add a romantic temperament to him, everyone just thought it was funny , how can there be half of the charm just now.

Yang Jian asked: "500 years ago, there was a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen years old who taught you a set of strange exercises, right?"

Hua Chaoyan was so shocked that she even forgot to shake her fan.His look answered for him.

Yang Jian said: "You'd better stop practicing the exercises he taught you."

Hua Zhaoyan put away her jokes, like a big man who is turning clouds and rains should be. "How did you know?"

"I feel different from the fight just now, and I'm more sure after meeting you." Yang Jian's eyes revealed some incomprehensible emotions, which seemed to be nostalgia, sadness, hatred, and love. It's love, and people who haven't seen it can never understand how a person's eyes contain so many emotions. "I think that boy should have good intentions, but he didn't know that the kung fu he practiced is compatible with the fox clan." Yang Jian lowered his head to hide his emotions, "His kung fu is top-notch, but he doesn't know how to master it. You practiced it The exercises he taught, although progressing rapidly, will damage the Dao foundation in the long run."

Hua Chaoyan's face showed sudden realization and gratitude.

"You don't have to thank me." Yang Jian said, "For the sake of your acquaintance with him, I will spare your life, go back and tell Hua Yanlai, don't play tricks on these three people in the future."

Yang Jian walked up to Master Xuankong and looked at it carefully.

With a bald head and yellow monk clothes, he is young, with delicate features and gentle demeanor.

Except that there is no immortal energy, everything seems to be the same as before. This monk, after 500 years of time, stands in front of Yang Jian again.

But in fact everything is different.

The monk in front of him is a mortal that Yang Jian randomly finds in the mortal world, he is not even a real monk, he has never been shaved in any temple.His surname is Chen Mingyi, and his nickname is Jiang Liu. He was born in a family of officials and disliked officialdom. The third prince of the Dragon King and Marshal Tianpeng traveled north and south as monks, playing games in the world. To put it bluntly, there are only two words: magic stick.It is easy for Yang Jian to find out Master Xuankong's past, but he can't figure out his future, and he doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to involve him in the chess game of Journey to the West.Looking at it now, Master Xuankong is indeed the best candidate to pretend to be Jin Chanzi. Even the nine-tailed demon fox Hua Yanlai has seen this and wants to take the lead. It seems that time is really urgent, so urgent that Yang Jian has no choice. .

In the Three Realms ruled by gods and Buddhas, there has always been no right or wrong, and what most people think is right is right.vice versa.

Therefore, Yang Jian does not seek right or wrong when doing things, but only seeks peace of mind.

If the decision to choose Master Xuankong to pretend to be Jin Chanzi was wrong, then it should be made right in execution.

Yang Jian took Master Xuankong and the three out of Zhaxingfang.

The sun is shining outside, the weather is fine, and the spring breeze is like a mother's hand, gently soothing all living beings in the world.Master Xuankong's sigh was also like a spring breeze: "This kind of weather is really suitable for going out to play, let's go fly a kite!"

Long Bai quietly pinched Master Xuankong.

"What are you pinching me for?"

"You should also be worried about that person." Long Bai pointed forward.

Master Xuankong looked at the person walking in front: white clothes, white hair, tall and straight like a gun.

"Oh, that snowman."

"Pfft..." Beidou laughed.In the Three Realms, the only one who dares to say that about Erlang God is Master Xuankong, right?

Yang Jian walked ahead on his own, unaffected by the discussions behind him.His shadow lay on the bluestone road, slender and sharp.The sunlight spreads out many grotesque patterns on the bluestone road, and there is a harmonious melody between light and shadow.Maybe all the light and darkness in this world are inseparable. There is as much darkness as there is light. In order to let more people bathe in the sun, someone needs to stand in the shadows.As for the people standing in the shadows, whether they are voluntary or forced, it doesn't matter at all.When Yang Jian does things, he only cares about the result, not the process.

Long Bai was impatient and couldn't bear to shout: "Where are you taking us? What are you going to do?"

Yang Jian stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Master Xuankong.

The sun shines on Master Xuankong, there is a faint soft radiance on his body, his eyes are very clear, and there is a hopeful and kind light in his eyes, it seems that no matter what he sees, he will smile.In the past, Jin Chanzi was very good at a spell, which was to hide his Buddha power in his smile and eliminate the killing intent in people's hearts.Yang Jian clearly remembered Jin Chanzi's smile outside the Zhenjun Temple, preventing a killing.This Master Xuankong looks almost similar to Jin Chanzi, but his personality is almost completely opposite. Yang Jian can't see much of Jin Chanzi in him.However, these smiling eyes are exactly the same.

"I'll take you..." Yang Jian said slowly, "Go to play chess."

"Ah?" Long Bai was puzzled.

Beidou's heart shuddered.

It was Master Xuankong who spoke: "I don't know how to play chess."

"Chess pieces don't need to know how to play chess," Yang Jian said.

"I'm a pawn?" Master Xuankong said right away.

"If you agree, I can grant you any wish."

"What if I don't agree?"

Yang Jian said: "I will let you agree."

Long Bai couldn't stand Yang Jian's haughty look of having the world in his hands, and choked, "What kind of charades are you playing? What do you mean you will let him agree? If he doesn't agree, can you still kill him?"

"Yes." Yang Jian never took his eyes off Master Xuankong, stared at him closely, and said seriously, "I will kill you."

The noise of the street seemed to disappear at this moment, and the people all over the street seemed to be gone. There was only the white-haired god beside the street under the sun.

"You know about this, but you refuse to participate. I can only kill you and find someone else."

Long Bai jumped up and was held down by Beidou again.

Yang Jian gave Long Bai a look. "Little Bailong, I feel ashamed of Xihai, and I didn't want to be your enemy, but Yang Jian's hands are already stained with blood, so I don't really care about getting your blood on again."

Yang Jian turned his head and said to Master Xuankong: "I set up a chess game of Journey to the West, Guanyin will come to see you soon, and let you go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. You will go through nine or nine and eighty-one hardships on the way, and take the scriptures back to Chang'an after you get them. You must listen to my orders on the journey to the west. Maybe you don’t understand now, we’ll talk about the specifics later. As long as you agree to this matter, I will try my best to give you whatever you want, including mana or longevity.”

Master Xuankong laughed: "You can't give me what I want. God Erlang is famous all over the world, but unfortunately, in my eyes, he still doesn't have that ability..."

These words were even more arrogant than what Yang Jian said, Long Bai Beidou was shocked when he heard that.Yang Jian was very interested: "What do you want?"

Master Xuankong looked up at the sky, the sun was very dazzling, he couldn't help closing his eyes, opened them after a while, and stared at the sky for a long time regardless of the glare of the sun.

"I want this day, and I can't cover my eyes anymore."

He lowered his head, squatted down, and explored the bluestone road with his fingers. He touched the ground lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"If you want this place, I can't bury my heart anymore."

Standing up, looking at the noisy crowd all around, there was a kind of compassion unconsciously in his eyes.

"I want all sentient beings to understand what I mean."

Yang Jian felt something was wrong, the person speaking in front of him was too similar...

"If all the buddhas disappear in smoke!" he finally said.

The sun dimmed for a moment, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and everything was quiet.

There was a thought churning in Yang Jian's mind, until now Yang Jian realized one thing: No one knows what Jin Chanzi will look like after reincarnation.

No one can be sure that the person in front of him is not Jin Chanzi.

……

There is a destiny in the dark, this sentence is for mortals, the fate of mortals is determined by the gods, and the fate of the gods is determined by the Tathagata.But things that even Tathagata Buddha can't figure out—such as who Jin Chanzi will become after reincarnation—who decides?

Could it be that there is another huge force in the Three Realms that determines the birth, old age, sickness and death of all things in the world, and controls the wonderful "fate" of all living beings?Buddhism talks about the past life and the present life, the karmic debts of the previous life will be repaid in this life, and there is a definite number of people you meet in each life.As the second disciple of Tathagata Buddha, who is in control of Jin Chanzi's fate?

If there is such a force, what is its nature?

If it doesn't exist, then why didn't Yang Jian meet someone else, but met Master Xuankong?Why did Master Xuankong say something that only Jin Chanzi would say?

But whether Master Xuankong is a golden cicada is not very important to Yang Jian.

As long as the monkey under the Five Elements Mountain is Monkey King.

As long as Journey to the West can rescue Monkey King and set him free, that's enough.This is the greatest significance of Yang Jian's setup.Through Journey to the West, making the Tathagata Buddha give up his power, so that all beings in the three realms can live according to their own wishes. This is Yang Jian's ultimate goal.In this process, whether Yang Jian lived or died was never in his consideration.He doesn't even think about his own life or death, let alone others.Yang Jian's ruthlessness was hidden in his bones.

Yang Jian raised his right hand to Master Xuankong.

Master Xuankong was puzzled.

"We have a deal, I promise you, as long as you win the game of Journey to the West, the Tathagata will hide in Lingshan and never be born, and your wish can be fulfilled. So you have to do what you promised me." Yang Jian grabbed Xuan Kong The master's hand hit his own palm.

"From today onwards, you are Tang Sanzang who traveled to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures!"

The author has something to say: the four sentences that Master Xuankong said were said by Jin Chanzi in the biography of Wukong.