Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 388 Listen carefully without any form, even gods and ghosts will be shocked!
Near the mouth of Guanjiang River, the river water is surging and the waves are rolling.

Yang Jian was hit by Xiao Chen's punch that contained endless power. He was like a kite with a broken string. He was blasted into the bottom of the river by the huge force and instantly disappeared in the rolling waves. Only circles of spreading ripples were left to prove the thrilling blow just now.

And this time.

Xiao Chen did not stop. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and his gaze fell on the Monkey King. His heart sank.

The condition of the Monkey King at the moment was not optimistic. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and there was a trace of glaring blood at the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely desolate.

It was obvious that the Monkey King had been hit hard by the Divine Axe in the previous fierce battle with Yang Jian.

The power of the axe was enough to split mountains and rivers, causing serious injuries to the Monkey King's internal organs.

He stood there, his body trembling slightly, as if a stronger wind would blow him down.

However, the Monkey King still held on and refused to fall.

"Third brother..."

Xiao Chen's heart tightened. He knew very well that the Monkey King's injuries were not optimistic. If he was not treated in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Xiao Chen did not hesitate at all. He immediately emitted a golden light and rushed to the side of the Monkey King like lightning.

As soon as he arrived beside the Monkey King, Xiao Chen immediately waved his hand and raised a gust of evil wind. The "Wind-Splitting Iron Rod" seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand and fell steadily into his hand.

Xiao Chen turned around and handed the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod to the Monkey King. A hint of concern appeared in his eyes, and he said:

"Third brother, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

The Monkey King took the Wind-Splitting Iron Rod, forced a smile, and shook his head to indicate that it was okay, but his voice was weak and trembling:
"I'm fine, just a little hurt, it's nothing serious."

Xiao Chen knew in his heart that the Monkey King was just holding on.

His trembling figure and pale face showed how serious his injuries were.

However, Guanjiangkou is obviously not the place for the Monkey King to heal his wounds.

This place is full of danger and uncertainty.

Xiao Chen looked around and saw that Guanjiangkou was in chaos at the moment.

The river water was rolling continuously due to the previous fierce battle, and the waves were surging like a raging sea, hitting the shore again and again, making a deafening roar.

Xiao Chen looked into the distance.

The sky is filled with fairy air and rolling clouds.

There was a faint shadow of a celestial being shuttling through the clouds. Apparently, they were attracted by the commotion here and were rushing over to investigate the situation.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry.

He knew that once the gods from heaven arrived, their situation would become more complicated.

The Monkey King's injuries could no longer be delayed. Any delay could worsen his injuries or even endanger his life.

Xiao Chen knew that he had to take the Monkey King away from this dangerous place as soon as possible and find a safe place for him to heal his wounds.

Xiao Chen supported the Monkey King and said:

"Third brother, let's go."

"Let's find a safe place for you to heal first."

"The commotion at Guanjiangkou is too loud. I guess someone from Heaven will come to investigate the situation soon."

"We can't stay here long."

Upon hearing this, the Monkey King felt mixed emotions.

He looked down at the injuries on his body. His clothes were torn and bloodstained. These were the traces of his battle and also the proof of his miserable defeat at this moment.

A feeling of unwillingness and frustration surged in my heart.

He, the Monkey King, was defeated again, and his defeat was so tragic and so embarrassing.

Monkey demons are stubborn and unyielding. They are arrogant and warlike and it is difficult for them to bow their heads.

This seems to be the nature of the monkey demon.

At this moment, a gleam of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat flashed in the Monkey King's eyes.

"Fourth brother, let me try again."

The Monkey King raised his head, looked determined, and spoke.

His voice was hoarse, but full of unquestionable determination.

After saying this, the Monkey King spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly became paler than paper.

That blood was like the essence of his life, bright and hot.

After the spurt, he became extremely weak, as if all his vitality was drained away at this moment, and he became weak and shaky.

Xiao Chen felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the Monkey King's resolute and determined eyes.

He knew that the Monkey King was gambling with his own vitality, trying his best to recover some strength so that he could face Yang Jian again.

"Third brother, why are you doing this?"

Xiao Chen hurriedly stepped forward to support the Monkey King, and at the same time used the "Baolian Lantern" to help him heal his wounds.

Xiao Chen's eyes were full of concern and worry, and he advised:
"Let's go first. Once you've recovered from your injury, it won't be too late to fight Yang Jian later."

The Monkey King shook his head, his eyes flashing with a complex light that showed both unwillingness and determination.

"Fourth brother, this Yang Jian has become my 'inner demon'."

The Monkey King spoke slowly. Although his voice was weak, every word seemed to carry a heavy burden:

"If I run away now, I'm afraid I'll never be able to face him again in the future."

"This shadow will always remain in my heart and I will never be able to let it go."

At this point, the Monkey King's tone revealed a hint of bitterness:
“Before, I was always on the run.”

"But this time, I don't want to run away again."

"I want to try again."

The words of the Monkey King were full of determination and firmness.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen remained silent for a moment and did not speak again to stop him.

We are all "adult monsters" with our own thoughts and choices, and we are not "children".

The Monkey King is not his puppet, and he is not controlled or manipulated by him.

This is the Monkey King’s own business and his own choice.

Although they are brothers, he cannot make decisions for the Monkey King.

Since the Monkey King has thought carefully and made his choice, as a brother, the only thing he can do is to support him.

Therefore, Xiao Chen did not open his mouth to stop him. He just stood aside, holding the Lingyun Purple Gold Halberd tightly, to defend the Monkey King.

at the same time.

Xiao Chen's eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, with his alertness at the highest level.

Xiao Chen knew that the turmoil in Guanjiangkou had attracted the high attention of the Heavenly Court, and that immortals from the Heavenly Court might come to investigate at any time.

The Monkey King is now burning his blood and energy, and is willing to sacrifice his own vitality to restore his strength. He is determined to have a final battle with Yang Jian.

His face was pale, but his eyes were unusually firm.

At this moment.

The Monkey King's unique "ventilation ears" have already appeared.

The auricle of the "ventilation ear" stretched out, emitting a faint green fluorescence and trembling slightly, as if resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.

This pair of "ventilating ears" is the symbol of his status as the "Great Sage of Ventilation". He is good at listening to all sounds in the world, able to observe all principles in the world, and know things before and after. Everything is as clear as a mirror in his mind.

Hence, there is a saying in “The Tang Monk’s Journey to the West in Poetry” that “the four-eared macaque listens to the three realms.”

The Monkey King had extensive knowledge of the laws of the three realms, whether it was the profound Taoism or the mysterious Buddhism, and was well-informed and knowledgeable.

It can be said that both Buddhism and Taoism are practiced.

At this moment, an unprecedented determination and belief surged in the Monkey King's heart.

The Monkey King knew that in the underworld, there was a divine beast under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and that beast was called "Diti".

Listen carefully, and you will naturally become good at "listening to all the sounds in the world."

If you lie down on the ground with "Diligent Listening", in an instant, you will be able to observe the good and evil, and discern the wise and the foolish, among the mountains and rivers of the four continents, the caves and paradises, the insects, the scaly insects, the caterpillars, the feathered insects, the celestial beings, the earthly beings, the gods, the human beings, the ghosts.

And in the "Ten Wheels Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva", there is a saying "Listen carefully and see the eight sufferings".

Listening carefully can reveal the demons in people's hearts and question their good and evil, wisdom and foolishness.

The Monkey King, as the "Four-eared Macaque", is also good at "listening to all sounds in the world", and his innate supernatural powers are similar to those of Di Ting.

He knew very well that what the Di Ting divine beast could do, he, the Four-eared Macaque, could do as well.

Therefore, the Monkey King, relying on his extraordinary wisdom and profound cultivation, took the "opening ear" as a guide, and skillfully integrated the "Buddhist view of cause and effect", the profound and mysterious philosophical thought, with the "natural principle of Taoism" and the rhythm of heaven and earth, creating a strange innate magical power.

He materialized the fluctuations of his soul into a red lotus of karmic fire, each petal of which carried thousands of years of memory and cause and effect. Using the "ventilation ear" as a guide, he developed this magical power of questioning the soul - "Listen carefully to the formless, and all gods and ghosts will be shocked!"

"Listen carefully, there is no form, and all gods and ghosts are frightened!" This magical power can be said to have no lethality, but it is also extremely lethal.

It does not directly cause physical or magical damage to the enemy, but it can see into the enemy's inner world, question his soul, and shock and torment him deep in his heart.

Yang Jian, the god of war who is famous in the Three Realms and has achieved saintly physical body, does he really have no weaknesses?

"Perhaps, Yang Jian's weakness lies in himself?"

"Perhaps, Yang Jian's weakness is not in his appearance, but in his heart?"

The Monkey King kept thinking.

He knew very well that Yang Jian's defense was unparalleled and indestructible, his broken limbs could regenerate, his soul was immortal, and his body was immortal, making it almost impossible to break through from the outside.

What about breaking through from the inside?
Is Yang Jian really a ruthless person?

Although Yang Jian is powerful, he is also a human being. He has emotions, obsessions, a past that he cannot let go of, and pain that he cannot let go of.

then.

The Monkey King decided to start from Yang Jian's heart and use his magical power of "Listen carefully without form, all gods and ghosts are frightened!" to see through Yang Jian's inner world and find his soft spots and weaknesses.

At this moment.

With a "splash", the sound of breaking waves was heard.

Yang Jian, dressed in a silver robe and silver armor, broke out from the bottom of the river, emitting golden light, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, and headed straight towards the Monkey King and Xiao Chen.

His aura was like a rainbow, and the sword was flashing, as if he was going to chop everything down with his sword. His power was unstoppable.

"Yang Jian……"

Seeing this, Xiao Chen frowned slightly and was about to step forward to fight.

But the Monkey King suddenly behaved strangely.

The Monkey King suddenly dropped the "Wind-Splitting Iron Rod" in his hand. That was his usual weapon, but he threw it away at this moment.

At this moment.

The Monkey King made seals with his hands, closed his eyes, and had a tense expression, as if he was fighting a fierce battle with some power deep in his heart.

His heart's blood was burning, his whole body's magic power was pushed to the extreme, and his whole body exuded a tragic and resolute aura.

At this moment, the Monkey King's fangs were exposed.

The unique pair of "ventilation ears" suddenly oozed blood, bright red and glaring, as if the pair of ears were under great pain and pressure.

Behind him, the shadow of the "Four-Eared Macaque" appeared, majestic and mysterious, exuding an ancient and powerful power.

The nine-orifice wind spirit rushed out from the "ventilation ear" and filled the surrounding space with an indescribable power.

This power seems to be able to penetrate all obstacles and reach deep into the human soul.

"Listen carefully to the formless form, and all gods and ghosts will be terrified!"

The Monkey King chanted softly, and his voice contained endless spiritual power.

As his voice fell, the unique pair of "ventilation ears" trembled constantly, and the seals of his hands were completed at this moment.

In an instant, eighty-four thousand transparent "ear holes" appeared all over the Monkey King's body.

These "ear orifices" seemed to be connected to some kind of power between heaven and earth. They vibrated at the same time, emitting strange waves that penetrated the soul directly.

This is the "sound of the three realms" that the Monkey King has eavesdropped on for countless years.

He actually turned all these sounds into "means of attack"!
Use sound to penetrate the soul and question the demons in people's hearts!

The Monkey King concentrated all his life's wisdom, cultivation and supernatural powers into this moment!
This battle will be the most heroic one in the Monkey King’s life.

He resolutely burned his life and put everything aside just to challenge the seemingly invincible Yang Jian.

This spiritual power is invisible and intangible, but extremely powerful, as if it can penetrate Yang Jian's indestructible body and strike directly into his heart.

An extremely gorgeous illusion of "Karma Fire Red Lotus" suddenly bloomed in front of Yang Jian. It was like a wonder in a dream, both beautiful and terrifying.

In the blazing red lotus of karma, each petal seems to contain thousands of years of memory and cause and effect, flashing a light that is both weird and charming.

Of course, this is the red lotus of karma transformed by the Monkey King. It is not real and cannot compare to the extraordinary means of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but it is enough to shock people.

"Yang Jian, do you still remember your father, your mother, and your eldest brother?"

The Monkey King's voice was cold and deep, like a ghost from the Netherworld, penetrating the petals of the Karma Fire Red Lotus, transcending the constraints of time and space, and piercing deep into Yang Jian's soul.

The Monkey King had insight into the information of the three realms and had heard a lot about the "Yang Family Massacre at Guanjiangkou" that year.

now.

This "Breaking the Dao and Questioning the Heart Sound" contains the Monkey King's precise test of the most vulnerable part of Yang Jian's heart.

The sound carried endless sorrow and contained a desolate mood, like an invisible sharp blade that pierced through the golden light that protected Yang Jian's body created by the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

The golden light was originally indestructible, but at this moment it froze for a moment.

at the same time.

The "ventilating ears" of the Monkey King shine with a glass-like luster, as if they have turned into a vortex of time, retracing all the "sounds of the three realms" and awakening the past events that have been buried deep in the years.

Forget the past.

Those past events came flooding back like a tide, awakening the long-forgotten fragments of memory in Yang Jian's heart one by one.

The "Red Lotus of Karma Fire" slowly rotates under the influence of the Monkey King's magical power. Each petal seems to be a gate of memory, blooming with fragments of the past one after another.

Those memory fragments flashed before Yang Jian's eyes like slides, clear and cruel.

Those fragments of memory were so familiar and yet so painful to Yang Jian.

They were like sharp swords, piercing mercilessly into his heart and revealing the scars he was most reluctant to touch.

At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to be pulled back to that night full of blood and despair. He saw his family members fall and heard their wailing.

The tragic incident of the Yang family being wiped out.

It was like a series of tragic pictures slowly unfolding before Yang Jian's eyes.

"Ji Lang, go!"

"Do not look back!"

Father Yang Tianyou's voice echoed in my ears, carrying with it endless determination and reluctance.

Yang Jian seemed to see his father's resolute face, and saw the moment when he was beheaded by the heavenly soldiers while protecting him, and the scene of blood splattering on the spot...

"Ji Lang, it hurts!"

Then the shouts of brother Yang Jiao were heard.

Yang Jian heard the crisp sound of his brother Yang Jiao's throat being cut by the guillotine on the Demon Slaying Platform. The painful and unwilling cry entangled his mind like a nightmare, making him unable to forget...

"Ji Lang, I'm tired..."

These weak and helpless words seemed to have crossed the shackles of time and space and struck the depths of Yang Jian's soul.

Yang Jian felt the coldness and cruelty of the Nine Nether Soul Calming Curse that suppressed Fairy Yunhua under Peach Mountain. The curse was like a series of shackles that bound Fairy Yunhua tightly and made her struggle in endless pain...

The night was as dark as ink and the wind was howling.

Yang Jian's eyes passed through the interweaving of illusion and reality, and he also saw the miserable scene of Fairy Yunhua being hung in the air by chains. The blood oozing from her wrists was like cold tears, condensing into icicles. The sadness and helplessness made him feel like a knife was cutting his heart...

"Kill the entire Yang family, leaving no one alive!"

The Yang family ancestral tablets that he had carved with his own hands were now all soaked in a pool of blood...

All of this was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting Yang Jian's already scarred heart.

The demon's methods are so cruel and ruthless.

"Father, mother, elder brother..."

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank.

A tear of blood suddenly flowed from his third eye.

That drop of blood and tear was like the endless pain and sorrow in his heart, carrying his heavy past, slowly sliding down and dripping onto the ground beneath his feet.

It seemed as if the earth was also mourning for what Yang Jian had experienced.

The wound in Yang Jian's heart that would never heal was once again bloodily opened.

It is:

“There are 80,000 words in the world, but only the word love hurts the most.”

"There are three thousand diseases in life and age, but only lovesickness cannot be cured."

Is Yang Jian really a cold-blooded and heartless god?

(End of this chapter)