"Bodhisattva, the ghost soldiers of the Netherworld are becoming more and more powerful. Ever since they obtained the help of that group of ghosts, we have been retreating … We can't continue like this."
"Especially when there's a great mystical ability expert among those fellows. Every time we want to attack, that great mystical ability expert will reveal a little of his aura, forcing us to retreat."
"Bodhisattva, should we go to the spiritual mountain to ask for some help …"
At the top of a mountain in the Netherworld, a few strange-looking bald figures stood at the side.
The divine beast, Truth Listener, lay lazily on the grass not far away. Its huge claws swayed from time to time, chasing away a few butterflies with pale wings.
The young monk, who was looking into the distance, seemed to be in a daze. He did not answer immediately despite his subordinates talking behind him.
"Bodhisattva? Bodhisattva? "
"Is Bodhisattva asleep?"
"Ah, I'm here," Ksitigarbha replied casually and shook his head slowly. "Just fight according to the current pace. If we lose, we retreat. If we win, we defend. You don't have to attack. Just arrange the troops."
"But Bodhisattva," a boorish man could not help but shout, "We fought back bit by bit in such a huge Netherworld. Are we going to let it go just like that?"
Ksitigarbha chuckled. "If we don't let it go, can you win? You can go and ask the Harken about the background of those monsters you're talking about. They are the Chaos Spirits. They are living beings who struggled to survive in the Chaos Sea. There are hundreds of millions of such an army. How can you win? "
The subordinates sucked in a breath of cold air at the same time and looked at each other.
"Bodhisattva, are you deliberately scaring us …"
"The entire Chaos Spirit race is a soldier. How can I scare you?" Ksitigarbha pursed his lips. "Even if there are thousands of Buddhist kingdoms producing Buddhist soldiers, we will be the unlucky ones in the end if we really fight them. The Buddhist soldiers are mortals' souls that are augmented with incense offerings. If we can't win, we can't win. "
One of them said, "Then Bodhisattva … Why don't we just retreat to the west?"
"It's easy to come, but it's not easy to leave." Ksitigarbha looked down at the dark red soil in front of him and drew a cross on the soil.
Ksitigarbha muttered, "Do you know who these Chaos Spirits listen to?"
"Could it be that Yang Jian? I heard that he cultivated in the Chaos Sea for a long time. Could it be that he went to recruit these Chaos Spirits? "
"Recruit?" Ksitigarbha laughed. "Forget it. Just treat it as a recruitment. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary things. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Then, Bodhisattva, you haven't told me why I can't just go back."
"Didn't I say that?" Ksitigarbha asked indifferently.
The arhat who asked the question shrunk his neck. "You … did?"
"You didn't say?" Ksitigarbha chuckled. "Go figure it out yourself. Let's do as I said. If we lose, we retreat. If we win, we defend. When we return to the Western World, I will go and plead with the Perfected Lord of Purity and Magic. "
"Plead for leniency? What are you pleading for? "
"Fuhu, don't ask anymore. Bodhisattva's teachings are for you to comprehend more things on your own! Hurry up and comprehend! "
"Fine, pretend I didn't ask."
Ksitigarbha chuckled and waved his hand. The strange-looking fellows beside him bowed and took their leave. They turned into streams of light and disappeared in several directions.
After they left, Truth Listener slowly walked over and lay on the ground. Its protruding eyes stared at the cross-shaped Buddha seals around Ksitigarbha.
Vaguely, the Buddha seal seemed to be spinning gently. Rays of light illuminated Ksitigarbha's handsome face.
"Where did Yang Jian go during this period of time?" Ksitigarbha asked.
"He returned to Plum Mountain."
"That's right." The corners of Ksitigarbha's mouth twitched slightly. It was hard to tell if his smile was a sneer or a smile. "A person like him who values friendship naturally has to return to Plum Mountain to take a look. Tsk, the Pure Origin Miraculous Dao, the Universal Dharma, the Four Directions Prison, the Great Dao is nowhere to be found … Yang Jian, are you really the person to break the situation? "
"Bodhisattva, it's easy to say too much."
"Do I need you to remind me?"
The wind blew past the mountain mist. Apart from Truth Listener, no one heard the young monk's words.
With a flash of Buddhist light, the man and beast on the mountain disappeared.
…
The war in the Netherworld had been going on for more than two hundred years. From the beginning, the Buddhist soldiers pressed forward step by step, constantly nibbling away at the territory of the Netherworld. Although the process was long, there were not many fierce battles.
The Netherworld was afraid of the power of the Buddhists, so they basically left after touching them, mainly to preserve their own strength.
Otherwise, the ghost soldiers would not have the strength to resist the endless Buddhist soldiers in the battle of Fengdu City that day.
Ghost cultivation was extremely difficult to begin with, and there were even fewer ghost cultivators in the Netherworld who wanted to be ghost soldiers. The Netherworld's military strength was already in danger. In fact, the total number of ghost servants who traveled between the Yin and Yang Realms to escort souls was not much less than the total number of ghost soldiers in the Netherworld.
It was also because of this awkward situation that the Netherworld gradually fell into the hands of the Buddhists. There were only a few serious wars.
But now, the king of the Black Spirit Kingdom, Chu Qi, had directly brought a million Spirit Race troops. Although the number of the Spirit Race troops was only a fraction of the Buddhist soldiers, how could the Buddhist soldiers compare to the Spirit Race troops that were similar to the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals?
Moreover, Chu Qi had brought a portion of the elites stationed in the Black Spirit Kingdom. They were personally led by Cha He and could be said to be invincible in the Netherworld.
In just a hundred days after Yang Jian killed more than a hundred Buddhist experts and forced Zhun Ti to fall, the army defeated the Buddhist soldiers and recaptured more than half of the Netherworld's territory.
However, at that moment, Chu Qi ordered the army to rest and did not continue advancing.
The Netherworld naturally did not dare to ask for too much. He was already extremely grateful for the results of the battle. The Buddhist soldiers, who were already prepared to continue fighting and retreat, were also confused.
Then, the million Spirit Race troops began to set up camp. A large number of experts left, including the general Cha He. They left the Primordial World and returned to the Chaos Sea.
This series of actions really left people scratching their heads in confusion.
Chu Qi, the culprit, temporarily abandoned the army. She changed into a more delicate ghost mask and left the Netherworld. She went to the Plum Mountain to report the results of the battle to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian, who had been focused on teaching his disciples for two months in the Plum Mountain, really did not care about the outside world. He only wanted to teach female disciples. Although Fairy Zi Xia's cultivation realm did not increase much, her ability to fight had improved by leaps and bounds.
Chu Qi entered the Plum Mountain and arrived at a pavilion at the back of the mountain under the guidance of the two fairies.
Zi Xia was dancing with her sword on the cloud. Yang Jian sat at the top of the pavilion and drank tea comfortably.
"Hmph! I'm fighting for my life in the Netherworld, but you're moldy and rusty here. "
"You're back? Sit. "Yang Jian pointed to the side and grabbed a rocking chair out of thin air.
Behind the mask, Chu Qi frowned slightly. It was only then that Yang Jian noticed that she was wearing a feather robe. If she half lay down, it would be inevitable that her skin would be exposed.
Without waiting for Second Master to do anything, Chu Qi was already sitting on the rocking chair. Her long legs were slightly crossed as she leaned against the back of the chair and looked at the fairy who was dancing with her sword on the cloud.
She asked, "Why don't you let me continue attacking? Don't you hate these bald donkeys the most? "
"Even if you temporarily chase them away, the Netherworld doesn't have enough troops to control the entire Netherworld." Yang Jian shook his head. "It's enough now. We should leave some pressure on the Netherworld."
Chu Qi nodded lightly. "Should the Spirit Clan army retreat?"
"Stop there." Yang Jian looked beyond the clouds. "If no forces outside the Three Realms intervene, the world will be completely out of balance."
"If you don't want to bear the infamy, I'll help you kill that Jade Emperor."
"What's the use of killing him?" Yang Jian sighed softly. "The Dao hearts of the cultivators in the world are already out of balance."
Behind the mask, Chu Qi frowned slightly. She did not like such a profound way of speaking. If she wanted to be direct, she would just beat around the bush. It would only make people more worried.
Yang Jian asked, "Are you going back?"
"I'll listen to your arrangements. There's nothing much there."
"I'll go back to the Netherworld again." Yang Jian lowered his head obediently and took a sip of the immortal tea that his mother had personally picked and roasted. "Bring 1,800 Shamans to clear the Blood Sea Asura for me. If there are any promising Asuras who are willing to surrender sincerely, they can be included in the Spirit Clan army and stationed in the Netherworld."
Chu Qi nodded gently. "Although the Asura Clan has lost Patriarch Nether River, there are still many experts among them. I'm afraid your 1,800 precious Battle Shamans will be damaged."
"If they don't bite some hard bones, I'm afraid they will also become weak." Yang Jian sighed and said, "After knowing that Daoist Tian Yan has become a Saint, I also understood some principles. If you have to be ruthless, you have to be ruthless."
"Is your injury serious?"
"I'm fine." Yang Jian spread his hands and revealed his chest that was no longer injured. He smiled and said, "It's just that I've had some enlightenment recently. I won't attack if I can. I'll have to trouble you more."
The corners of Chu Qi's mouth twitched slightly. She did not say anything and sat quietly at the side for a while. Then, she stood up and left Mount Mei.
After she left, Yang Jian lay on the chair and looked at the calm sky. He heaved a sigh of relief.
With his eyes closed, Yang Jian seemed to be asleep. However, if someone could get within 100 feet of him, they would be able to sense an invisible and somewhat blurry Dao rune slowly circulating around him.
According to tradition, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art would improve after every battle.
Zi Xia, who was practicing her sword, did not notice Chu Qi's arrival. After she finished practicing a set of sword moves, she turned around and was about to look for her master when she saw that her master was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed again. She immediately stopped in her tracks.
Over the past few days, Zi Xia had seen Yang Jian sitting or standing to "sleep" from time to time. She was already used to it.
"Everyone says that it's very tiring for Master to fight everywhere. That's indeed the case."
She sighed softly. There was a hint of gentleness in her eyes. She slowly flew to her master's side and sat cross-legged to meditate.
"Zi Xia, have you thought about finding a Dao companion in the future? If you want to find a Dao companion, what kind of Dao companion do you want to find? Let me give you some advice first. '
Zi Xia's face turned red when she thought about how her master had discussed that question with her seriously.
What kind of Dao companion did she want to find?
In fact, with her master in front of her, how could she tolerate an ordinary man?
"If I want to find a Dao companion in the future, he must be a great hero like Master. He must be indomitable and respected by people. He must be able to turn the tide in a desperate situation. However, he must be indifferent to fame and fortune and not covet any power."
Zi Xia murmured softly. Her face became redder and redder. She simply sat there and watched her master in a daze, not cultivating anymore.
There was a slight disturbance at the foot of Mount Mei. There was a slight ripple in the Grand Array of Mount Mei, causing the array to reveal itself one after another.
Zi Xia found that the disturbance was not far from here. Worried that someone would disturb her master's rest, she stood up with the spirit sword in her hand and flew to the foot of the mountain on a cloud.
In the distance, she saw a figure wrapped in a cloak confronting hundreds of Immortal Soldiers of Mount Mei who had formed an array. There were a few cracks in the Grand Array of Mount Mei, which seemed to have been caused by a palm strike. There was still a faint palm print that had not faded.
"Who dares to cause trouble in Mount Mei!"
With a shout, Zi Xia was about to land outside the array. However, just as she was about to move forward, a thin figure appeared in front of her.
"Senior Bai Ze, even you are alarmed."
"Little girl, don't go. I can't see through this person's cultivation."
Bai Ze instructed her. He released his aura and pressed it toward the person who was confronting the Immortal Soldiers of Mount Mei.
The person raised his head slowly, revealing an old face. There were still traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. Looking closely, there were dozens of wounds all over his body. His robe had long been tattered.
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