Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 287 [The four great Bodhisattvas set out again]

The entire realm of chaos was broken, and the rich aura of chaos was shaking. There were constant roars, like a river breaking.

As the aura of chaos gradually dissipated, two complete human figures were revealed. One of them was a giant ape with its skin and flesh split open, and a majestic and vicious aura was emanating from its body.

But at least, there is nothing wrong with the Buddhist chess piece traveling to the west, which makes them relieved. Think about it, Yuan Honggen's script is extraordinary, and in order to build momentum for the spread of Buddhism eastward, Yuan Hong has gained a lot of benefits. Now his strength, even if All the Bodhisattvas present combined are not
  Is the opponent.

And Yang Jiao is just a third-generation disciple of Chanjiao, so how can he be an opponent.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva said sternly: "Amitabha, if you don't stop these evil obstacles, please stop this. This is a Buddhist scripture collector in the Western Heaven who must not act recklessly."

It's normal for Yuan Hong to be resentful. After all, the four apes are unruly people in the world of chaos, which is why Guanyin and others are here.

Yang Jiao's eyes showed a strange color, and he put away the blood-devouring gun in his hand. His opponent Yuan Hong also stopped attacking. The Bohai Optimus Prime stood beside him, and the wild aura in his body gradually subsided.

"Bodhisattvas don't have to be like this. I'm just discussing with brother Yuan Hong on a whim."

Yang Jiao smiled and looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and others as they explained.

"Discussion?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's expression froze, and he looked at the wounds all over his body, which were dripping with blood. There were even several wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. Is this what they meant by sparring?

"Yes, Guanyin Bodhisattva, brother Yang Jiao and I met tens of thousands of years ago. We haven't seen each other for tens of thousands of years, and I feel a little excited in my heart. I can't help it, haha."

Yuan Hong lifted the law of heaven and earth, and his body transformed and returned to its original size.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's eyes moved around, and he couldn't help but look at Yuan Hong with a bright look in his eyes.

Naturally, Yuan Hong is already dead and cannot die anymore. This Yuan Hong is just a transformation of Yang Jian. No matter what kind of transformation technique it is, it will have no effect on a strong person who has escaped the long river of time.

Because the soul at the Daluo Jinxian level undergoes qualitative transformation, even if reincarnated for millions of lives, a person's qi will not be changed.

But Yang Jian was different. After devouring Yuan Hong's origin and blood essence, he used the art of transformation to become Yuan Hong. Then even a saint and a powerful person would not be able to tell the difference.

In other words, Yang Jian is exactly the same as Yuan Hong from wherever he is at this moment, regardless of his aura or origin.

"Yuan Hong, you have committed a heinous crime before, and the Buddha has mercy on you. You should know your mistakes and correct them, and escort the pilgrims to the West to make up for it."

Yang Jian and Yuan Hong showed no signs of abnormality. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva felt a little more at ease and looked more cheerful.

Yuan Hongfei came to Xuanzang with a respectful expression, "Master Xuanzang, Guanshiyin Bodhisattva told me long ago that you want me to worship you as my teacher. Please accept my disciple's worship."

Xuanzang raised his brows, knowing here and there that he knew who the person in front of him was. You must know that the most important thing in teaching is etiquette. It is undoubtedly unreasonable to ask a senior brother to worship his junior brother as his teacher.

"Please don't do this, Master Yuan."

Xuanzang hurriedly stretched out his hand to help, "Even if the young monk has seven emotions and six desires, he will also make mistakes. If the donor sincerely repented, the poor monk would naturally be willing to chant sutras for the donor day and night to remove his karma."

"But it's not necessary to become a disciple. After all, the young monk's cultivation is not high, so I'm afraid he won't be able to do the job."

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva frowned, that's not what the script was like. She opened her mouth slightly to say something, but Yuan Hong stopped her with one sentence.

"Master Xuanzang is a great virtue, but Master Xuanzang is unwilling to accept me, so I won't force him."

Yang Jian was already arrogant, so it was really difficult for him to ask Xuanzang to be his master.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva frowned slightly when he heard this, but did not mention this matter again. Yuan Hong is a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, and can be considered a disciple of Buddhism. It does not matter whether he takes Xuanzang as his teacher or not. "It seems that Yuan Hong has tempered your temper a lot over the past five hundred years."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva and others nodded and smiled, "In that case, we will leave first."

"Finally, I would like to warn you that the path to learning requires one step at a time, and you must not take advantage of opportunities."

"We know."

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzang and others clasped their hands and respectfully sent the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas away.

After Guanyin Bodhisattva and others left, Xuanzang immediately put away his solemn expression and looked at Yuan Hong with a hint of envy.

"Senior brother is so powerful. He killed the ferocious monkey in just a few strokes. His bravery and invincibility are rare in the world."

The corners of Yang Jian's lips raised slightly, "Thank you, these are all good teachings from Master. Otherwise, Yang Jian would not be where he is today."

Yang Jiao also nodded in agreement. If Zhang Yan hadn't appeared and rescued them, they might have died long ago under the command of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and there would be no achievements today.

"Well, it's not a good time to stay here. Let's go west first."

Wuzhi Mountain has been in a mess from the previous battle, the earth has collapsed, and there are craters hundreds of feet deep everywhere.

Xuanzang nodded and walked forward on foot with his staff in hand. His white horse had already been shocked to death by Yuan Hong's madness earlier.

However, Xuanzang was not born in a physical body, and it was not difficult to walk with his mind on foot.

Zizhou Mansion.

"Did Jian'er succeed?"

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, and his smile was filled with a sense of control over the overall situation. Now the people on the westward journey are all his own people, and in the future, Zhu Bajie from the Human Cult, Sha Wujing from the Heavenly Court, and Xiao Bailong from the Dragon Clan will all He was accepted as a disciple by Xuanzang.

It is better to say that he is a disciple of Buddhism than that he has escaped into Chanjiao. At the end of his journey to the west, at least eight levels of destiny belong to Chanjiao, which can be said to be a shocking thief.

The three of them walked all the way at a very fast speed, non-stop day and night, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.

Along the way, they also encountered some minor troubles and monsters, but they were not a big problem for the three of them. They were basically smashed into pulp by Yang Jian with a stick.

It took the three of them more than a month to arrive at Yingchou Ridge. This steep mountain range has countless sharp peaks standing high, and there is also thick cloud and mist. It is impossible to see the peaks hidden under the cloud and mist. If you accidentally fly into it, , it will inevitably end in a bloody head.

This is also the origin of Yingchou Ridge. At the same time, in Yingchou Ridge, there is a secluded pool. This secluded pool always has a layer of misty frost. The water in the pool is clear but has no ground. It is very deep.

"Master Xuanzang, please step back. There is a problem with the deep pool."

Yang Jiao looked at the deep pool with a solemn expression. He could feel that there was a very ferocious aura in the deep pool. This aura was very weak compared to Yang Jiao and Yang Jian.

But for Xuanzang, it is like a mountain that cannot be looked up to.

"Gululu!"

(End of this chapter)