Seeing that Xuanzang was about to be suppressed by the Dharma and that his soul would be searched, Sun Wukong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rushed into the Buddhist light and wanted to kill Xuanzang with his staff.
It looked like he was trying to kill Xuanzang!
If only the experts of the Buddhist sects were present, Sun Wukong might have succeeded. Unfortunately, there were not only experts of the Buddhist sects here, but there was also Immortal Erlang.
"How dare you!"
With a roar, Yang Jian's figure flashed and appeared twenty feet in front of Xuanzang.
Under the Buddhist light, he didn't move, like a drizzle.
Sun Wukong raised his staff and smashed it, but Yang Jian still didn't move and let the staff hit his shoulder.
With a loud bang, Sun Wukong flew backward, but Yang Jian just shook his body …
The moment the staff fell, Yang Jian saw the black flames in Sun Wukong's eyes, and the anger in his heart was ignited.
The monkey he had protected for so long was also attacked by a supreme master?!
"Damn it!"
It was rare for Yang Jian to be angry, but at this time, Yang Jian's curses were full of anger.
Yang Jian charged forward at an extremely fast speed. Before Sun Wukong could fly more than a thousand feet, Yang Jian's figure appeared in front of Sun Wukong again. This time, he punched Sun Wukong's chest with his left fist, causing the monkey to spit out a mouthful of blood and crash into the ground.
With Yang Jian's angry attack, Sun Wukong couldn't even escape, let alone fight back.
Sun Wukong crashed into the ground, and Yang Jian rushed down like a shadow. A rumbling sound came from the depths of the ground.
The Buddhist masters looked at each other. Sun Wukong had tried to kill Xuanzang with the Buddhist light, but he was slightly injured by the Buddhist light, which affected his charge.
However, Yang Jian completely ignored the divine powers of the Buddhist masters, which affected his Dao heart.
After suppressing Xuan Ke and dispelling the devil Qi from Xuan Zang's body, Yang Jian rushed out of the ground with Xuanqi and threw the badly wounded monkey to Xuan Zang's side with a gloomy face.
At this time, the golden hoop on the monkey's head had already been removed by Yang Jian, and there were traces of black gas wrapped around the golden hoop …
Clang!
The golden circlet was thrown to the ground by Yang Jian, making a crisp sound.
"You better give me a reasonable explanation."
The experts of the Buddhist sects felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they kept quiet out of fear.
Ci Hang walked forward and took the Golden Circlet into his hand to examine it carefully. Then, his expression changed and he said, "Could it be that Xuanzang planted the demonic root in the spiritual monkey through this instrument?"
"Hmph!" Yang Jian's expression was cold. "If I'm not mistaken, this golden circlet was bestowed upon Xuanzang by Fellow Daoist."
"This …" Ci Hang examined it carefully, then replied in a low voice, "It is indeed the one that I refined. However, I did not set up such a trick on it. I only used it to imprison the spirit monkey's Primordial Spirit."
"What are you Buddhists doing?"
Yang Jian's voice became calmer, but the surrounding Buddhist experts, Zixia, and Tian Peng, could clearly feel the burning anger in Yang Jian's heart.
The three-pointed, double-edged spear was unsheathed. Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a threatening divine light. The group of experts did not dare to look at him.
"If the Buddhists don't give me an explanation tonight, don't blame me for not showing mercy!"
"Amitabha. Perfected Lord, please calm down. Why don't you search Xuanzang's soul first?" The two old monks in charge stood up. Although they could not withstand Yang Jian's aura, they managed to ease the tense atmosphere.
Yang Jian snorted coldly and watched coldly from the side.
The two old monks did not hesitate and immediately captured Xuanzang's soul.
Ironically, Xuanzang's soul was protected by a layer of Buddhist light. The remnant of Golden Cicada's Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged on the Buddhist light.
The Buddhists had a good idea. After Xuanzang arrived at Spirited Mountain and obtained the sutra, he could immediately restore Golden Cicada's cultivation and memories and become another expert of the Buddhists.
Unfortunately, although the remnant of Golden Cicada's Primordial Spirit was still there, the soul protected by the Buddhist light was already as dark as an evil spirit.
Looking at Xuanzang's soul, Yang Jian vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere before …
Yes, in his previous dream, he saw many evil spirits similar to this in the Nether Stream.
This further proved that the mastermind behind this was a supreme expert.
The problem was how much of the Buddhists had been infiltrated and how many evil spirits were lurking in the Buddhist light.
"Amitabha." An old monk could not bear to see this. The Buddhist light condensed into a thin golden needle and slowly pierced into Xuanzang's soul.
The wails of the ferocious ghosts were endless. The Queen of the Country of Women could not stand the cries and fainted from fright.
Luckily, Canopy Canopy was quick enough to catch the King. Otherwise, if this delicate body fell, it was possible that she would have died.
The screams continued for a while. As the old monk waved his sleeve, light and shadows appeared above Xuanzang's soul. Xuanzang's half life was revealed in front of the Buddhas.
These scenes were Xuanzang's memories. They were naturally from Xuanzang's perspective, as well as his thoughts and enlightenment …
The first few memories were a little blurry, but he could confirm that there was nothing unusual.
Jianglu 'er, Xuanzang …
Before the calamity of the Journey to the West officially began, which was also before the incident with Dragon King Jing River, Xuanzang's memories were interrupted.
The next time his memories appeared, it was already the beginning of the Journey to the West. Xuanzang had paid his respects to the King of Tang. From then on, apart from his normal thoughts and the Buddhist Dharma, there was an additional voice in Xuanzang's mind …
It was also in that short period of time that something had happened, causing Xuanzang to be implanted with a demonic root.
However, his memories had long been erased, and the culprit did not reveal any trace.
In the later memories, it clearly showed how Xuanzang's demonic root was deeply planted step by step, and how he used the Band-tightening Spell to use an unknown evil technique to influence Sun Wukong's mind step by step.
Sun Wukong was not guarded against a mortal, and even had some respect for Xuanzang from the bottom of his heart. This monkey was clear about gratitude and grudges, and he thanked Xuanzang for helping him escape.
Every time the Band-tightening Spell was used, Sun Wukong's primordial spirit was gradually invaded by the demonic energy.
It was because of the convenience of the golden hoop that Sun Wukong could not resist at all. When he realized that something was wrong, he was already controlled by Xuanzang.
After searching his soul, the old monk sighed and put Xuanzang's primordial spirit back into Xuanzang's body.
However, from then on, even if Xuanzang did not die, he would be half a cripple. His primordial spirit had already lost its spirituality, and there was an 80% chance that he would go crazy.
Yang Jian shook the divine spear in his hand and scolded, "What a good thing you Buddhists have done!"
The Buddhas could only lower their heads and accept the scolding, but they could not refute it.
Xuanzang was schemed against by an external demon under their noses, and the Buddhists were at least guilty of negligence.
Yang Jian was angry because Xuanzang had planted a demonic root in Sun Wukong, and his spirituality had been tainted. In the future, even if the shackles of heaven and earth were completely broken, it would be difficult for him to reach perfection, and he might be trapped in the Sage-to-be Realm for the rest of his life.
Yang Jian's previous efforts, and even spent more than 50 years in the mountain to personally teach the monkey in order to cultivate it …
All of his efforts were for naught.
Yang Jian really wanted to kill all the experts of the Buddhists here, but he was not blinded by anger.
However, he wasn't blinded by his rage, and he naturally knew that the culprit today was the Heretic Devil Clan.
"Useless!"
Yang Jian scolded angrily. He opened his hand and pulled Sun Wukong over, carried him casually, and flew towards the sky on a cloud with Zi Xia.
The Buddhas in the sky did not dare to make a sound, and could only watch as Yang Jian left silently. Many people even wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads and heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Amitabha, bring Xuanzang back to Spirited Mountain, and await the Revered One's judgment. Detain the person who guarded Xuanzang in the past, and let the Buddhists reflect on themselves and search for themselves. If you find any traces of an external demon, you must capture him alive for interrogation. If you can't do it, you can kill him on the spot. "
The Buddhas chanted in unison, and rays of golden light wrapped around Xuanzang, shooting towards Spirited Mountain.
The small courtyard suddenly became empty, leaving only a pile of rubble, and it was somewhat messy.
"Second, second brother?"
Sha Wujing swallowed his saliva, and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"
"Disband, pack up, and leave. What else can we do?"
Tian Peng flicked his sleeves, and just when he was about to carry Her Majesty into the house to rest, a fierce-looking female army surrounded them.
Tian Peng could only smile awkwardly, and explained that he wanted to protect His Majesty, and returned the monarch of Womanland.
There was some commotion on the street, and many commoners were kneeling everywhere. The mortals naturally did not know what exactly happened, and only knew that there would be Buddhas and Bodhisattvas coming to the posthouse tonight, and it might be related to that Tang high monk.
After the female army escorted the monarch of Womanland away in a hurry, Tian Peng and Sha Wujing sat on the steps in front of the door, and were a little dazed.
Sha Wujing murmured, "If the Journey to the West doesn't succeed, how can I cultivate to attain enlightenment? I can't be a demon for the rest of my life … "
"What's wrong with being a demon?" Tian Peng chuckled, "Look at the celestials and Buddhas in the sky, what's the difference between them and demons? It's better for us to each be a king of the mountain. "
"Second brother, what's your plan for the future?"
"Go back to Gaolao Village, and find my Cuilan, it's pretty good."
"Sigh, I can only go back to Sha River to continue waiting."
"Wait for what? In a few years, it will be the Great Trial of Heaven and Earth, and small shrimps like us will be worse than pigs and dogs. "Tian Peng patted Sha Wujing's shoulder," Listen to me, find a place with good Fengshui, and be a king of the mountain for a few years. Then, when the Trial comes, bury yourself on the spot. "
"Second brother!"
"Hahahaha! It's just a joke, go in and sleep. You and I will wait for a few days to see how things go. There will probably be other people who will come and interrogate us. "
Sha Wujing sighed and could only follow Tian Peng back into the house.
As soon as Tian Peng lay down, he started snoring, and in the snoring, there were his sleep-talking words.
"Junior Brother Sha, you won't be like Master, right?"
Monk Sha was startled, and hurriedly said, "You can't say that, second brother, you should know me."
"That's right, I guess the demon outside the human world will look down on the two of us, so we won't be in trouble."
Tian Peng yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep. Sha Wujing sat by the kang and was stunned for a while, and sighed after a long time.
"This is fate."
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