People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 158: Convert Yang Jian, Python Swallows Buddha

Drain the estuary.

The Temple of the God of Plague was in a mess.

Lu Yue frowned slightly and searched for Yang Jian's trace. There was a trace of divine thought left by Lu Yue on his body, which could be triggered when he was in danger.

Can.
He did not sense Yang Jian's breath.

Haotian looked at Lu Yue's expression, frowned slightly and asked: "But there was an accident?"

"Yang Jian disappeared."

Lu Yue gave a bitter smile. The only people in the world who could block his detection might be those few saints. The first person he thought of was Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yang Jian is his substitute for Jade Ding Zhenren to ward off disaster. On the one hand, it can save Haotian's face, and on the other hand, it can make him cautious, after all, Haotian is Yang Jian's uncle.

It is not to deliberately target the disciples of the Chan sect.

But he miscalculated.

Haotian swept the vast land with the Haotian Mirror in his hand, and found Yang Jian's trace at the foot of the Western Lingshan Mountain. He frowned and said, "Yang Jian is in the Western Lingshan Mountain."

"What's their connection?"

Or maybe the two Western Saints saw that Yang Jian was a genius, or his life experience was involved in many causes and effects, and they wanted to force Haotian to bow his head. In any case, the Western Saints were in trouble.

Have to prevent!

"It looks like we have to go west."

Haotian pondered for a moment and made up his mind.

Lu Yue nodded.

Lingshan.

Eight Treasures Merit Pond.

A golden lotus in the hand of the Bodhisattva Cundi bloomed quietly. Under the halo of infinite Buddha light, Yang Jian's face became a little distorted and peaceful, and his jet-black hair fell off quietly.

It's like shaving one's head.

"Lü Yue pays homage to the Saint of Reception and Saint of Zhunti."

"Haotian pays homage to the Saint of Reception and Saint of Zhunti."

The two men sat on the clouds, looking at the Zhunti Saint who was shaving Yang Jian's head. It must be said that Zhunti Saint did everything he could to deal with a junior for the prosperity of the West.

Still doing our best.

Fortunately, Lu Yue's divine thought fell on Yang Jian, blocking most of Zhunti's golden light of salvation for him. Otherwise, he would have really become one of the many Buddhas in Lingshan.

Zhunti, Jie Yin nodded slightly: "What wind blew Lü Yue and Haotian to my west?"

Lu Yue chuckled.

"Does the Saint Zhunti's conversion of my disciple seem like bullying?"

"he?"

The Saint Zhunti nodded slightly and explained, "Fellow Daoist Lü Yue has misunderstood. Yang Jian admires the mysterious methods of the Western Religion and took the initiative to become a monk. I am just following the trend and cannot bear to see him suffer in the mortal world.

Only then did I take action with great reluctance."

Zhunti was not embarrassed and was not panicked. He was a very shameless person. Today, he plotted against Lu Yue, probably to force him to submit.

"Disciple Yang Jian pays homage to Master and to Lord Haotian," Yang Jian looked a little struggling, apparently fighting against the golden light of Zhunti's salvation, and bowed to Lu Yue and Haotian one by one.

On the cloud bed, a ray of immortal light in Lu Yue's hand fell on Yang Jian, shielding him from the intrusion of the golden light of Zhunti's salvation.

Lu Yue frowned slightly. Although he had reached the middle stage of Quasi-Saint cultivation and his ego corpse had also made some progress, he was still no match for the Zhunti Saint after all. He sighed.

“Saint Zhunti, although I, Lü Yue, am only a cultivator in the middle stage of Quasi-Saint, I am not a nobody that you can manipulate. Aren’t you afraid that I will destroy all the gods and Buddhas in this sacred mountain and turn their bones into ashes, making it impossible for them to reincarnate.”

"you dare?"

The expression of the Bodhisattva Cundi was warm and angry, and the image of a furious Vajra appeared behind him.

"Lü Yue has been alone all his life, so why shouldn't he be afraid? The one who came here is just a good corpse, so why shouldn't he be afraid? Moreover, I have the support of Master Tongtian behind me. If Saint Zhunti kills me here, wouldn't I be afraid of the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying in Master Tongtian's hands?" Lu Yue had a calm expression.

Looking at the Saint Cundi.

What's more, he holds an important position in the Heavenly Court. If he is killed, Zhunti will also have to bear countless karma. He is originally a Huabei Saint, and with the help of the merits of Heaven, he was able to barely rank among the supreme saints.

Although there is a golden statue of 10 feet tall, it has not been polished to perfection.

Among all the saints, he is still at the bottom.

"Junior brother, let's just forget it." The Guide Saint slowly woke up. The biggest difference between Lu Yue and them was that he had no burden. They became saints through the merits of the Heavenly Dao.

Kill the snake but don't kill it.

Lu Yue will keep pestering them, and the rise of the West is nonsense. They can't just do nothing and keep watching Lu Yue.

Lu Yue smiled but did not answer. Now, he might not be able to deal a fatal blow to the two saints, but it was more than enough to capture all the Bodhisattvas and Arhats on Lingshan Mountain.

Wait until he breaks through Hunyuan.

The sacred mountain in the west was in a state of collapse. With just a single sword strike, the mountain could be destroyed.

of course.

This is also related to the despicable means used by the two. The prehistoric world is so vast that if they carefully searched for disciples, they would not be unable to find disciples as outstanding as the Twelve Golden Immortals, but they just kept thinking about other people's disciples.

This is somewhat unreasonable.

Lu Yue glanced at Haotian. From beginning to end, he had never said a word to this person. This person was a little unusual. After all, he was the Emperor of Heaven. It seemed unreasonable that he was easily controlled by them.

"Saint Zhunti, if you think about it carefully, Yang Jian is the son of my sister Yao Ji, and has a close relationship with me. You two took advantage of me and forcibly brought my nephew to the West."

"What's the intention?"

"Haotian, please calm down. My junior brother has been blinded by greed and has indulged in infatuation. I hope you will forgive me."

Haotian is the supreme being of heaven. If they deliberately target Lingshan, their desire to revitalize the West will be nothing short of a pipe dream, and they will be trapped under the way of heaven forever.

There is no progress in cultivation.

Who makes them the Huabei saints?

Then he waved his hand and took away the golden light of salvation from Yang Jian. At this moment, at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, at the 800-li Lion Camel Ridge, a riot suddenly broke out, and a giant python appeared with its bloody mouth wide open.

Crashing towards Lingshan.

From the bottom up.

Three thousand Galaans, three thousand Arhats, and three thousand Bodhisattvas along the way were swallowed into his stomach in an instant. Before he could react, he saw the giant python spit out a bloody storm.

Smash the lush and leafy sacred mountain into pieces.

split into two.

Lu Yue squinted his eyes and watched the farce in front of him. He suddenly remembered the scene where Zhunti recaptured the peacock. He came out from the back and was named the Great Ming King Bodhisattva, but Kong Xuan was obviously a man.

It has the same effect as this moment.

There is a tradition in the Western Lingshan that if I don’t go to hell, who will?

Swallowed by a giant python.

Then it breaks out of the belly, which is actually a kind of spiritual practice.

Like Tathagata and Wu Tian, ​​they also had the same experience.

Gaga~
Then they saw the giant python coiled around the sacred mountain, with a huge snake eye looking down at the few people.

Jie Yin's face darkened and he looked at the giant python in the void.

"You evil creature, why don't you release this disciple of mine?"

The giant python was seen shaking its head, and it was quite intelligent. A dragon horn had grown on its head, which meant it was cultivating with the help of the nine thousand western fruit positions.

Isn't this a parasitic relationship?

(End of this chapter)