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

Chapter 390 Huashan Yang Chan
When the suppressed hatred erupted like a volcano.

Yang Jian was dressed in a black armor and a dark robe. His devil eyes slightly opened, looking at the thirty-three heavens. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand flashed with cold light and was filled with murderous intent, as if it could split open all obstacles in the world and cut off all grudges and hatreds.

At this moment, Erlang Shen has transformed into "Erlang Demon God". Endless hatred and anger are surging in his heart, like a volcanic eruption, about to turn into a torrential rain and sweep across the entire Three Realms.

However, at this critical moment.

An unexpected turn of events quietly occurred.

A soft and mysterious light suddenly burst out from Yang Jian's chest, penetrating his cold armor and warming his heart.

A crescent-shaped jade pendant flew out from his arms. The jade pendant was spinning in the air, emitting a faint light.

This jade pendant was the moon-wheel pendant that Fairy Yunhua made for Yang Jian before she was ruthlessly suppressed under Peach Mountain by the Heavenly Court. She used up the last bit of her divine power and poured in endless maternal love and expectations.

This jade pendant not only carries Fairy Yunhua's endless longing and protection for her son, but also her best wishes for Yang Jian's future.

The moon pendant floated slowly in the air, and its clear light gently enveloped Yang Jian, who was wearing black armor.

It was as if there was an invisible hand gently caressing Yang Jian's heart, which was twisted by hatred, trying to soothe his pain and calm his rage.

This warm power seemed to tell him: no matter how cruel the world is, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, there is always a mother's love, as bright as the moon, which will always illuminate his way home.

In the clear light, a melodious and familiar melody floated in. It was the nursery rhyme that my mother, Fairy Yunhua, had once sung, and every note carried endless tenderness and love:

"The wind guards, the clouds don't cry, the stars light the candles, the child is fast asleep, the mother rocks him, the moon climbs up the window, there is a mountain in the distance, and there is a tree on the mountain..."

"Mother……"

Yang Jian was stunned, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

"Mother……"

His tears welled up in his eyes and finally burst out.

At this moment, Yang Jian burst into tears.

At that moment, all of Yang Jian's outward strength and indifference turned into endless longing and fragility.

At that moment, he seemed to have traveled through the barriers of time and space, and once again saw his mother's kind and warm smile, and felt her endless love and expectations.

The hatred and anger in my heart seemed to be melted by this warm power at this moment.

So many years have passed, Yang Jian has experienced countless ups and downs, and has long since changed from the young and frivolous "Yang Erlang" who used to hold an axe and roam the world.

He has grown into the calm, introverted and powerful "Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun" today.

He knew very well that among the three realms, humans had a short lifespan, while gods had a long lifespan.

The human race is weak, like an ant trying to shake a tree, while the gods are powerful enough to turn the world upside down.

From the moment they are born, humans and gods are destined to be on unequal footing.

This is the law of heaven and earth and cannot be changed.

The country has its own laws, the family has its own rules, and the heaven has its own laws. These rules are the cornerstone of the operation of the Three Realms and maintain the order and balance of the Three Realms.

Without the constraints of these rules, humans and gods would be able to mate at will.

That is actually a disaster for the human race.

After all, how can human power resist the power of God?

Countless mortals will become playthings in the hands of God, losing themselves and completely losing their dignity.

How many tragedies will there be?

Yang Jian is both the "law enforcer" of Heaven, guarding the majesty and justice of Heaven's rules; and the "victim" of Heaven's rules, having personally experienced the pain and separation brought about by Heaven's rules.

He was well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the laws of nature, but he also understood the necessity of them.

……

A storm raged inside Yang Jian's body as the forces of gods and demons intertwined and fought against each other. The two irreconcilable forces collided violently.

"God - Yang Jian" and "Devil - Yang Jian" stood face to face, their voices echoed deep in the soul, and the sound of argument was deafening.

"I kill demons and monsters not for the glory of heaven..."

The divine Yang Jian spoke in a low and firm voice. Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight, penetrating the storm in his body and echoing in his empty heart:

"What I want is not the magnificent and lofty heaven, but the peace of this world."

"God——Yang Jian" continued:

"What I am guarding is not the cold and merciless heavenly law that binds the gods, but every ordinary yet precious life of all living beings."

"Although the laws of heaven are strict, they are difficult to protect the human world!"

"Although the power of God is great, it should be for the common people!"

After saying this, the tip of the three-pointed, double-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand suddenly lit up with endless starlight. Each ray of starlight was a mark left by the living beings he once protected, shining with a warm and firm light.

"What I want to protect is to prevent all living beings from being trampled by gods, demons, monsters and Buddhas, and to protect the small space they depend on for survival!"

Yang Jian's gaze was like a torch, firm and deep.

He knew very well that in these three realms, mortals were like ants, and could be trampled on by demons, gods, and even Buddhas...

The life and death of these mortals are often regarded as insignificant and no one cares.

But Yang Jian cares.

He is God, but also man!
He was originally the son of a mortal.

He was born and raised in the mortal world, and he knows well the sufferings and helplessness of mortals.

He had traveled around the world and witnessed too many joys and sorrows, too many separations of life and death.

He did not choose to live in the high heaven and enjoy endless wealth and glory, but resolutely lived in the human world and lived and worked with mortals.

The battle of Flower-Fruit Mountain in the original plot was so brutal that it was like a raging fire, unstoppable, earth-shaking, and disturbing the peace of the three realms.

In that battle, gods and demons intertwined, and the magical power was overwhelming, as if the whole world was going to be dragged into it.

however.

When Sun Wukong rode his somersault cloud, crossed the flames of war, and arrived at the Erlangshen Temple at Guanjiangkou, what he saw was still the same:

"The three animals Li Hu offered in return, Zhang Long's promise of blessing, Zhao Jia's petition for a son, Qian Bing's good wishes when reporting illness..."

Inside Erlang Shen's temple, the air is filled with curling incense, but it is not the panic prayers caused by the war, but the most simple wishes of mortals in their daily lives.

The three animals Li Hu offered were to thank the gods for protecting his home; the blessing Zhang Long promised was to pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year; Zhao Jia's petition for a child was full of longing for new life; Qian Bing's good wishes were to hope for good health and freedom from pain...

These mortals' prayers were simple and sincere, forming a sharp contrast with the war outside.

The dignified God of War in Heaven, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian, has a sage body and boundless magic power and universal supernatural powers.

He is not a "god of incense and worship" who needs to rely on incense and worship to survive.

Why does he need to rely on these few incense sticks to increase his strength?
But he still cared about the well-being of the people under his rule, and often personally helped them solve their problems.

In this chaotic world where monsters run rampant and gods and Buddhas wantonly trample on the human world, mortals are as insignificant as ants and the human world is as miserable as purgatory.

Gods and Buddhas are high above us and often ignore the life and death of mortals.

No one cares about the life and death of mortals, but Yang Jian does!

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword is used to slay demons and monsters. What he is protecting is not the dignity and glory of heaven, but the small space where all living beings are kept from being trampled upon by gods, demons and monsters.

He put aside personal hatred, upheld great love, and used the power of God to protect people's peace.

In his heart, God's power is not used to demonstrate majesty and glory, but to protect those unarmed and innocent mortals.

If evil spirits harm the world, he will kill them. If gods or Buddhas harm the world, he will also kill them!

"Jie, Jie, Jie..."

However, at this moment, a cold laugh was heard.

The "devil - Yang Jian" in black armor and a dark robe slowly walked out of the shadows. His face was exactly the same as Yang Jian, but his eyes were full of mockery and devilishness.

Upon hearing this, "Demon - Yang Jian" laughed and said:

"Hypocritical Yang Jian, you keep talking about great love, but you can't even protect your own little family, and you still want to protect this vast world?"

The voice was full of ridicule and disdain, like a pair of invisible claws, tearing at Yang Jian's inner peace, trying to expose his deep-seated weakness and helplessness.

However, Yang Jian did not waver. He stared firmly at the demon shadow in front of him.

"Demon - Yang Jian" sneered and continued:

"Haven't you heard that a pinch of rice can bring gratitude, while a peck of rice can bring hatred?"

"The more favors you bestow upon mortals, the higher their expectations of you will be. Once you fail to meet their expectations, hatred will follow."

"At that time, your so-called great love will only become a burden to you, causing you to fall into endless pain and struggle."

"Respect the fate of others and let go of the desire to help others!"

"Why are you so obsessed with this illusory love?"

"Let's kill for ourselves!"

"Mortals are nothing but ants. Is their world really that important to you?" "These ants should have the fate of ants. Why bother to interfere? Why bother to change it?"

……

The divine thoughts and the evil thoughts fought for a long time in Yang Jian's heart, like two irreconcilable forces, tearing and colliding with each other.

The divine light flickered like the dawn, illuminating the kindness and perseverance deep in Yang Jian's heart.

The evil energy was surging like a dark night, devouring the peace and rationality in his heart.

The wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, with thunder roaring and lightning flashing.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, the figure of "the devil - Yang Jian" and the "divine consciousness" of Yang Jian's original body appeared and disappeared. Every confrontation was earth-shaking, as if to overturn the world and make it tremble.

The gods and demons fought for a long time, and the battle gradually became fierce.

The evil spirit in Yang Jian, which was caused by his inner demon, began to fade away gradually during the fierce battle.

The demon eye on Yang Jian's forehead, which was as black as ink and exuded a heart-pounding aura, slowly closed in the endless battle and struggle, and turned into a heavenly eye that sparkled with divine light and revealed wisdom.

However, hatred is not so easy to dissipate.

It is like a suppressed volcano. Although it looks calm on the surface, the magma inside is surging, longing to erupt one day and burn everything to ashes.

The evil has arisen and it is difficult to calm down.

I can suppress it once, but what should I do next time?

The inner demons are like weeds, growing again in the spring breeze.

"call……"

Yang Jian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

Afterwards, Yang Jian opened his eyes, his gaze was firm and deep, and he looked around, finally stopping on Nezha, who was lying in the ruins and seriously injured.

Yang Jian leaped forward, and in a flash of golden light he was already beside Nezha.

At this time, Nezha looked pale, with his eyes closed, and had fallen into a coma.

Although Nezha's "Lotus Incarnation" is powerful, it is still inferior to Yang Jian's "Sanctification of the Flesh".

How could they withstand such a fierce attack from Xiao Chen?

"Brother Nezha..."

Yang Jian's face darkened and he carried Nezha on his back and went to Mount Hua.

after all.

In the Three Realms, if we talk about healing ability, if his third sister Yang Chan's "Baolian Lantern" is second, no one dares to say it is first.

……

On the top of Mount Huashan, on the Lotus Peak.

The night is as dark as ink, and the stars twinkle in the night sky.

In the back hall of the Three Holy Mothers Palace, the candlelight flickered, emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the entire Three Holy Mothers Palace.

Under candlelight.

Yang Chan was wearing a turquoise long skirt, the hem of which swayed gently, like a green lotus gently blown by the mountain breeze, carrying a hint of freshness and transcendence that was untainted by dust.

Her face was absolutely beautiful, like a fairy walking out of an ancient scroll, her eyebrows were like distant mountains covered with smoke, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, revealing endless tenderness.

Her nose is straight and her lips are as red as cherries, so alluring that you can taste their sweetness with just a sip.

She did not wear too many jewelries, she simply tied her hair up in a bun and inserted a simple jade hairpin. However, her natural temperament and beauty made people unable to look away, she was so beautiful that it was beyond words.

Yang Chan's figure has become even more plump and fuller, with more exquisite curves.

It adds a touch of maturity.

The charm that radiates from the inside out makes people fall for it.

At this moment, Yang Chan was sitting at the desk, holding a pen and paper in his hands, meticulously checking the incense and people's prayers under his jurisdiction.

Yang Chan's eyes were focused and serious, as if every wish was a heavy trust in her heart, and every prayer carried her responsibility.

There is a gleam of wisdom and kindness on Yang Chan's face. Every time she reviews a vision, it is like she is having a silent conversation with the hearts of the people.

Lin Zhi, the temple keeper and maid, was standing respectfully beside Yang Chan and serving her. Her eyes involuntarily fell on Yang Chan's beautiful face and gentle temperament, and her heart was filled with admiration.

More than a hundred years ago, the sudden disaster seems still vivid in our minds.

A group of monsters besieged the Temple of the Three Holy Mothers, and Lin Zhi was unfortunately trapped among them. She was torn to pieces by the monsters. She thought that her soul would be shattered and she would never be able to survive.

However, she was originally a mountain Ganoderma lucidum that had cultivated into a spirit with tenacious vitality. In addition, the Third Holy Mother Goddess Yang Chan spared no effort in spending a lot of her magical power and precious time, and used the precious treasure "Baolian Lantern" to use her supreme divine power to help her rebuild her body bit by bit and repair her broken soul.

Thanks to Yang Chan's careful treatment, she miraculously came back to life and was reborn.

now.

Lin Zhi pointed to a record on the paper and reported to Yang Chan softly:

"Venerable Mother, this evil young man Wen pays tribute every year and burns incense every year. What he prays for is that you will bless him to have a son."

After that, Lin Zhi asked tentatively:

"This person is sincere. How about we fulfill his wish this time?"

After all, incense is indeed of great help to the cultivation of the Three Holy Mothers.

A large amount of incense will naturally bring many benefits.

However, Yang Chan shook her head, opened her red lips slightly, and spoke in a firm and clear voice:
"This person has evil intentions and bullies the villagers in Huashan Town, acting tyrannically."

"I don't want his incense."

"I will not fulfill his wish."

There was unquestionable determination in her tone.

Then, Yang Chan continued:
"Tell the Goddess of Childbirth that if this man has a son, give him a maid."

"I hope he can mend his ways, do good deeds, and stop causing trouble to the countryside."

Lin Zhi felt helpless when she heard this, but she also understood that her decisions were all for the welfare of the people.

Lin Zhi had no choice but to respond:

"Yes, Mother Mary, I will do as you command."

……

"Third sister."

Suddenly, a slightly anxious voice broke the silence in the Three Holy Mothers Hall.

Yang Jian and Nezha descended from the sky and landed steadily in the back hall of the Three Holy Mothers Palace.

Seeing Yang Jian, Yang Chan's eyes showed some surprise, and she said:

"Second brother, aren't you in solitary confinement in Guanjiangkou?"

"Why did you come to see me?"

Yang Jian was about to speak.

Yang Chan had already noticed the injured Nezha. Her heart tightened and she quickly took out the Precious Lotus Lantern. The gentle and healing power was instantly released, like warm sunshine, enveloping Nezha.

The Precious Lotus Lantern can only be controlled by the "power of kindness".

The more merciful the Lord of the Precious Lotus Lantern is, the stronger the power of the Precious Lotus Lantern will be.

Therefore, in Yang Chan's hands, the Precious Lotus Lantern seemed to have life, shining with light and full of infinite power.

Under the light of the Precious Lotus Lantern, Nezha's face gradually became rosy and his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why is Brother Nezha injured like this?"

Seeing that Nezha's injuries were gradually getting better, Yang Chan felt a little relieved and asked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart sank when he heard this. He thought of the monster whose identity he did not know but whose strength was extraordinary. He said:

"It's a long story..."

……

at the same time.

In another world in Southern Continent.

The Monkey King was seriously injured, the flame of life was flickering, and he urgently needed medical treatment.

Xiao Chen looked solemn, he knew that the Monkey King's injury could not be delayed, so he took the Monkey King and fled far away, and used the "Ancestral Dragon Pearl" to conceal the Monkey King's breath.

Subsequently.

Xiao Chen planned to find a place to stay and use the "Baolian Lantern" to heal the Monkey King.

(End of this chapter)