Yang Jian had been roaming the Primordial World for a few years and had the ability to "know later". However, he still could not see through the layers of fog around Daoist Tian Yan.
The four Aunt-Masters deduced but did not manage to deduce any clues. They could not even be sure if the Chaos Bell had really appeared.
The Great Daoist Master Numinous Treasure, who had always been quiet, asked, "Then, Disciple-Nephew, do you think this person is an enemy or a friend of Chanism?"
Is he an enemy or a friend?
Yang Jian recalled the scene of him facing Daoist Tian Yan and shook his head. "I can't say …"
He wanted to tell her about the Wushen Realm, but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he swallowed them back.
It was hard to say.
Perfected Taiyi said, "This person has the Chaos Bell. Only a Saint can control it. You have to be careful. Zhao Gongming is not fated to die today. It's also because Manjusri does not have the ability to do so. He discussed a sneak attack with someone and had an expert with the Chaos Bell to hold the line. He actually let Zhao Gongming escape … Tsk. "
"Junior Brother Taiyi." Huanglong Daoist's expression was stern. "Don't spread your words."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Perfected Taiyi smiled nonchalantly.
In the God-Conferment Battle, Perfected Taiyi's battle merits were unique. He had sent the Goddess of Stone to the God roll. It was natural for him to be confident.
Yang Jian originally wanted to look for Uncle-Master Taiyi to discuss Jiang Shang. At that moment, Huang Long and the others were around. It was not convenient for him to speak, so he wanted to bid farewell and leave.
Huanglong Daoist smiled and said, "The four of us were discussing the Dao earlier. Why don't you listen to us for a while and wait for your Uncle-Master's reply?"
Of course, Yang Jian would not reject such a good thing.
Perfected Taiyi threw a meditation cushion over. Yang Jian sat below the four Perfected Ones and held his breath. He quietly listened to the four mighty figures of the current era discuss the Dao.
After a while, he floated in the Dao realm and the Forest of Mysterious Spells.
Yang Jian was immersed in it, he had his own enlightenment and did not notice the passing of time.
Suddenly he heard someone calling out, "Martial nephew Yang Jian? Martial nephew? He woke up! Your Great Martial Uncle wants us to go to the Hollow Jade Palace to discuss this matter. "
"Hmm?" Yang Jian opened his eyes absentmindedly and saw four middle-aged male immortals smiling at him with ill intentions. His hair stood on end.
They got up and heard from Perfected Taiyi that Hiroshige was waiting for them at the Jade Palace.
Yang Jian asked again. Indeed, it was that Daoist Manjusri who went to the Hollow Jade Temple to lodge a complaint against Yang Jian. He said that Yang Jian saved Zhao Gongming, a disciple of the School of Chanism, from his hands and wanted to accuse Yang Jian of the crime of apostasy.
"Martial Nephew, don't worry. Just follow us back." Huang Long's expression was rather ugly. "I want to see who dares to say that you have betrayed the sect today. Whoever isn't convinced will have to go through me first! "
Yang Jian nodded gratefully. He was originally relaxed and did not take Manjusri's "snitching" seriously.
The four Perfected Ones naturally attracted auspicious clouds when they traveled.
They were not in a hurry. They brought Yang Jian to Kunlun Mountain on a cloud and did not hide their auras. They shocked many immortal sects of the Middle Continent.
An hour later, the Kunlun Immortal Mountain was in sight. Yang Jian was still in the mood to enjoy the surrounding scenery.
Perfected Taiyi suddenly sent a voice transmission to Yang Jian and asked, "Did you really not see Manjusri at first, or did you see him but pretend not to?"
"I didn't see it," Yang Jian answered frankly, without the slightest guilt in his heart.
What was there to feel guilty about?
The smile on Perfected Taiyi's lips was inexplicable. He nodded and looked at Yang Jian approvingly.
Huang Long smiled and said, "Oh? Your master is here too. "
Yang Jian was shocked. He looked ahead and saw a few figures standing and waiting in front of the ethereal immortal palace on Kunlun Mountain.
Yuding Zhenren was among them, as well as his Aunt-Master Chijing Jing and the Heavenly Venerate of Dao Hang.
Yang Jian immediately straightened his back. With his master here, why would he be afraid of Manjusri!
"Master." Yang Jian bowed. Yuding Zhenren nodded slightly and used his Dharma powers to pull him to his side.
Although he did not say a word, Yuding Zhenren's deep eyes and slightly cold expression seemed to be saying one word to Yang Jian …
"Don't be afraid."
Seven of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism entered the Jade Void Palace's hall side by side.
Hundreds of disciples had already gathered in the hall. The second and third generations were among them. When they saw the seven Perfected Ones enter at the same time, they immediately stood up and bowed. Many people secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Yang Jian kept bowing to the surrounding Aunt-Masters and Aunt-Masters. The immortals of Chanism also smiled kindly. His peers also returned the greeting to Yang Jian.
There was a white jade statue in the hall of the Jade Void Palace. It was the statue of the Saint and also the incarnation of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning preaching to the disciples.
When they arrived, the seven Perfected Ones bowed to the jade statue. Yang Jian followed suit and shouted, "Greetings, Teacher."
"Greetings, Grandmaster."
"Greetings, Grandmaster."
There were more than ten meditation cushions under the white jade statue. Hiroshige and a withered old man sat there.
There was no need to say much about Hiroshige. He was an elegant scholar and shrewd. He was also the true leader of Chanism. The old man beside Hiroshige really had to show off.
Look at him.
His expression was solemn and he did not care about anything. A green lamp accompanied him.
Daoist Randeng!
He was the Deputy Sect Master of Chanism. He had also betrayed Chanism during the God-Conferment War and gone to the Western Sect to become the Deputy Sect Master. After the Western Sect released him, he became the noble ancient Buddha Randeng.
Previously, Taiyi had also said that Manjusri, Samantabhadra, Ju Liusun, and Ci Hang, the four Golden Immortals, all respected Randeng.
However, the seven people walking in front of Yang Jian were all restrained by his Eldest Senior Brother, Hiroshige. They had already formed two factions in Chanism.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother. Greetings, Deputy Sect Master."
"Greetings, Uncle-Master. Greetings, Deputy Sect Master."
The seven Perfected Ones bowed. Hiroshige stood up and returned the greeting. Randeng, on the other hand, only sat there motionlessly because he was a generation older. He did not even lift his eyelids.
Manjusri and the others also had to stand up. After all, they were below the Saints, and the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning valued them.
"Junior Brothers, you're too polite. Please take a seat."
Hiroshige made an inviting gesture. Chijing Zi, Huang Long, Taiyi, the Great Daoist Master of Numinous Treasure, the Heavenly Lord of Daoism, and the Perfected Lord of Qingxu Dao De took their seats on the empty meditation cushions beside Hiroshige.
Perfected Yu Ding, on the other hand, stood there motionlessly with Yang Jian.
Hiroshige said, "Junior Brother Yuding, why aren't you sitting?"
"Senior Brother, did you gather all the Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers to interrogate my disciple?" Yuding Zhenren's tone was a little cold.
Hiroshige did not mind at all. He smiled and said, "What interrogation? It's just that Junior Brother Manjusri is angry, so he summoned all the Junior Brothers and disciples to ask Yang Jian about Zhao Gongming. Junior Nephew Yang Jian is a disciple of our Chanism. He's talented and has profound mana. He's also deeply loved by our teacher. Who dares to interrogate him? "
Manjusri, who was sitting at the side, snorted coldly and turned his face away. He was rather unhappy.
Yuding Zhenren nodded and did not say anything. He sat beside Perfected Taiyi.
Yang Jian stood there by himself with a smile on his face. He straightened his chest. There was not a hint of nervousness on his body. There was no pressure at all.
After Yuding Zhenren sat down, Manjusri asked Perfected Samantabhadra, who was sitting beside him, slowly, "Junior Nephew Yang Jian, that Zhao Gongming, was it really you who saved him from Senior Brother Manjusri's hands?"
Yang Jian just blinked. Before he could answer, Perfected Taiyi said, "Who else doesn't know about this? Why ask so many times? "
Tsk, the smell of gunpowder was already very strong when they just came up.
"If that's the case," Manjusri looked at Yang Jian, "are you going to admit to the crime of apostasy?"
"Apostasy?" Yang Jian hurriedly said. He did not want Uncle-Master Taiyi to say anything. Otherwise, they would really fight later.
Yang Jian looked puzzled, "Uncle-Master Manjusri said that I apostasy. How did I apostasy? This crime is too great. I really don't dare to listen to Uncle-Master's order and agree recklessly. My life is a small matter. The reputation of my Chanism is a big matter. I was protected by my sect and learned all my skills. I welcomed my mother back in the Celestial Court. How can I be disloyal to Grandmaster, to Master, and to Chanism? "
Manjusri cursed, "You make it sound beautiful. In the void just now, I severely injured Zhao Gongming of Jie School. Just as I was about to send him to the God roll, why did you suddenly appear to stop me and save him!?!"
"Uncle-Master Manjusri, this is really a misunderstanding!" Yang Jian cried out in grievance. "I was originally wandering around idly. I suddenly felt that there was a battle between mighty figures. I wanted to observe, so I went to the outer space."
Yang Jian did not mention the bell or the Sword Light.
He only said,
"However, just as I arrived in the outer space and watched the battle from thousands of kilometers away, I saw a Daoist covered in blood rushing over from the horizon. Grandmaster, Uncle-Masters, I cultivate my body. Everyone knows that. The power of my essence soul is not strong at all. I did not have time to react … "
"When this person shouted, 'Disciple-Nephew, save me', I did not recognize him. I thought he was a member of our Chanism sect. I saw the Daoist who was chasing him. He had a wretched appearance, a hunchback, and a limp. Uncle-Master Taiyi has often taught me that one's appearance reflects one's heart. I felt that this fellow did not look like a good person, so I immediately saved the person who called me Disciple-Nephew. "
"I never thought that just as I caught this person, Uncle-Master Manjusri would suddenly appear and stab me with his sword. That Daoist also attacked at the same time and cooperated with Uncle-Master … They are very tacit."
Yang Jian shook his head and sighed. "If I didn't resist, I would have died there. I could only resist the attacks of Uncle-Master and the evil demons. I never expected that the two fairies of Jie School would have arrived just as I blocked them … "
Although many people knew about that, when they heard Yang Jian say it, they felt that Yang Jian had not done anything wrong.
What was rare was that Yang Jian immediately saved him just because he said, "Disciple-Nephew, save me". That was really not easy.
Chi Jingzi said, "I think that Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian did a reasonable thing. There's no need to pursue the matter."
"How can we not pursue the matter?" Manjusri said coldly, "Yang Jian, did you really not see me at that time?"
"I really didn't see you, Uncle-Master. I really only saw you standing in the distance when I caught Zhao Gongming, who was covered in blood." Yang Jian frowned and cupped his hands at Manjusri. He persuaded, "Uncle-Master, listen to me. That crippled Daoist looks like he's not a decent Daoist. Uncle-Master, you should be careful when making friends."
"You!" Manjusri cursed. "How shallow! That's the elusive Daoist Lord Lu Ya! How is he not a decent Daoist? "
"Lu Ya?" Yang Jian exclaimed softly, "It's actually him. He's really not a decent Daoist … Uncle-Master Manjusri, don't you know his background?"
Manjusri said, "Who knows his background in the Primordial World? This mighty figure has obtained the Dao from the ancient times. His abilities are unpredictable. He's really an otherworldly expert! "
"Not necessarily, not necessarily." Yang Jian shook his head and clicked his tongue in wonder. "If he's really an expert, why can't he kill me, a disciple of the third generation of Chanism, when he attacked together with Uncle-Master?"
"Pfft!" The Huanglong Daoist could not help but chuckle.
Yang Jian seemed to be saying that Daoist Lu Ya could not do it, but he was actually mocking Manjusri for not being proficient in Dao techniques.
However, the results of the battle were there. Manjusri could not refute it. If he said that he had only attacked in a hurry and did not use his full strength, he would be mocked for being so serious with a junior.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing that Manjusri was speechless, Perfected Taiyi clapped and laughed. Hiroshige also chuckled.
The immortals below also smiled. They were impressed by Yang Jian's mouth.
How could Yang Jian let go of the trap that he had dug for Manjusri?
He would settle the old and new grudges today!
Yang Jian cupped his hands and sighed with a regretful expression. "Uncle-Master Manjusri, I know Daoist Lu Ya's background very well. Uncle-Master, do you know the Golden Crow Race? "
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