Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Mencius left, and he came here to show an attitude, Confucian, standing behind Jiang Hao, if you want to move him, you have to consider the consequences.

Obviously, those beings in the West really had some scruples, at least when Jiang Hao blasted the Puguang Arhat, there were no other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who made a move.

However, in the final analysis, this matter is originally unreasonable on the Western side, and you can cross whoever you want, isn’t this breaking the rules? So how can everyone play peacefully in the future!

“Hiccup!”

Jiang Hao burped again, although the Wen Qu Star had disappeared and the literary aura in the sky was also dissipating, but he was still very uncomfortable.

“If my previous style was like Wang Yang’s, then my current style is probably equivalent to Bright Moon!”

Jiang Hao felt the surging qi in his body, and couldn’t help sighing, people are too good and annoying, every time they almost hold on until they are half dead, what a failure!

“Go back and rest well, rest!” Jiang Hao thought so, and then walked towards the Hundred Flowers Building.

Because Jiang Hao could not fly, the aftermath of this battle spread widely, and the houses within a radius of several miles basically fell, and dozens of people were killed and thousands injured, which was still the result of the deliberate convergence between Da Ri Rulai and Confucius.

However, these have nothing to do with Jiang Hao, they have Li Shimin’s men to deal with it, the pacification that should be pacified, the reconstruction that should be rebuilt, whether or not to go to the West to ask for compensation, that is also their business.

As for the little karma that was contaminated by this, Jiang Hao said that he didn’t care at all, he was not a Buddhist cultivator, and he didn’t live on incense, mental power, and merit.

A little karma, stained with it, as long as he is strong enough, he will smash it with one punch!

“It seems that you are also stained with my light!”

Jiang Hao looked at the Hundred Flowers Building standing alone on top of a ruin, and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

The ancient sages all had their own places of practice and preaching, and those places were inevitably contaminated with their breath because they had been with the sages for a long time, and after the sages received the way, those places became holy places.

Now, the Hundred Flowers Building in front of Jiang Hao is also the same.

Many of Jiang Hao’s works were born in this Hundred Flowers Building, and in addition to his living in it, Hundred Flowers Lou was influenced by it day and night, and it was inevitable that there were changes, which is why Hundred Flowers Lou was spared.

“If I really preached immortality, and future generations knew where I used to live, what would they think of me?”

“Oh, my reputation!”

Looking at this Hundred Flowers Building that exuded a little bit of Ruluo, Jiang Hao was called a headache, but he didn’t expect that a random decision at the beginning would actually have such a big impact.

Thousands of years later, the legend of Jiang Hao was circulating in the world.

“You know what? This Hundred Flowers Building was the residence of the original Hundred Flowers Emperor’s cultivation, and it was rumored that he could protect a hundred women at night! ”

“What Hundred Flowers Emperor, obviously the Wind-Flowing Heavenly Emperor, that is my idol, able to protect the existence of ten thousand women at night!”

“Wrong, it’s the Hundred Flowers Emperor!”

“Fart, it’s the Wind-Flow Heavenly Emperor!”

Jiang Hao’s mind inexplicably appeared such an unbearable picture, and his head hurt more and more.

Walking into the Hundred Flowers Building, the building has long been empty, but Jiang Hao believes that people will come back soon, after all, this is Chang’an West Street, a good place for every inch of land.

“Hundred Flowers Building? Does this have anything to do with the Hundred Flowers Fairy? Chang’e Fairy looked at the huge plaque and couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

Jiang Hao opened the door of the private room, and saw Kong Yatou holding his usual paper, ink, pen and ink, hiding on the bed and shivering.

“Gongzi!”

Seeing Jiang Hao come back, Kong Yiya threw herself into his arms with tears.

Jiang Hao was inexplicably a little distressed, although he had explained before, if there was trouble to find the door, he would run away with his paper, ink, pen and ink, and those things had become high-grade spirit weapons after being tempered by culture, enough to protect Kong Yiya for a while.

“Silly girl, didn’t I explain to you and run away when you encounter trouble!” Jiang Hao touched her head and comforted slightly.

“Whew… Whew… I…… I…… I’m afraid that if I leave, Gongzi, you won’t find me, woo…”

Kong Yiya cried very sadly, and choked up: “If… If…… I…… Not anymore, who… Who grinds Gongzi! ”

When Jiang Hao heard this, he suddenly felt a burst of warmth in his heart, which was really good.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay, don’t stop, your eyes are going to cry and swollen, crying is not beautiful!” Jiang Hao said with a smile, saying that his right hand was not very dishonest and rubbed some oil.

It seemed that he had been touched to a sensitive place, Kong Yiya’s pretty face instantly became extremely blushing, and he quickly jumped out of Jiang Hao’s arms, and opened the door to escape.

The moment the door opened, a beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of Kong Yiya, even if she was also a woman, Kong Yiya was shocked.

“Who is this sister?” Kong Yiya quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and turned into the shrewd and capable Kong girl again.

“Hey, Chang’e fairy, you haven’t left yet!”

Jiang Hao was half lying on the rocking chair, digesting the literary qi while closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, but in a day or two, after a series of battles, Jiang Hao was indeed a little tired.

“As a host, shouldn’t you welcome a guest when you visit?” Chang’e fairy said a little angrily.

The reason why she went to this mortal dust was because of his “Water Tune Song Head”, if it were not for its call, she would not have gone to mortal, nor would she have offended the Buddha because of this, and even almost made a move.

Chang’e fairy now looks back, only feels as if she has lost her heart and gone crazy, how can she have the courage to dare to fight with that person, that is the existence that killed the famous murderous in the era of Feng Shen.

“Yes, faux pas, Ya’er quickly get a stool seat for the fairy!” Jiang Hao shouted.

Chang’e: “………”

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(ps: Wanhualou changed to Hundred Flowers Building, because I feel that the Hundred Flowers Emperor is a little smoother than the Wanhua Emperor, of course, this is just a joke, and it will not be the real title of the protagonist, I will ask for permission before putting it on the shelves, and modify the front well)

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