Black Myth: Plundering Entries, Starting with Erlang Shen

There was a smile on his face as well.

……

In Huangfengling.

The sound of a sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) drifted through the vast yellow sands.

Interspersed with this was the sound of bamboo clappers being struck.

And in that faraway place.

There was also a wealthy man dressed in a yellow robe drinking.

He picked at his ear in annoyance and shouted angrily, "You brainless idiot, stop singing! It's so noisy all day long!"

The sounds from afar abruptly ceased.

"I've heard that destiny has arrived..."

A headless, emaciated body emerged from the yellow sand.

Chapter Twenty-Six: An Old Acquaintance in the Floating Pagoda Realm, a Man of Destiny? Breaking Fate [Please Collect and Give Flowers]

Within the realm of the Buddha.

It seems as if snowflakes are falling all day long on Meishan Mountain.

Erlang Shen has already returned in his incarnation.

He sat on the bluestone, his gaze fixed on the distant area.

All three eyes were filled with confusion.

It seems that's why.

His third eye appeared dark.

His complexion was somewhat frightening, lacking his former charisma.

He looked into the distance.

The Four Heavenly Kings also reside in that region.

They have always been on good terms with Sun Wukong.

I was involved in it back then, so I came here with Erlang Shen.

"I have a question in my mind!"

Yang Erlang looked towards the entrance again and said slowly, "I wonder when you will arrive, and who will come?"

Just at this time.

Suddenly, someone entered through the distant mountain gate.

A scholar dressed in white came from afar.

When Yang Erlang saw it was him, his eyes lit up with joy.

"Big brother!"

The scholar in white then bowed to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "We're all brothers, so there's no need to be so polite. You should be at Black Wind Mountain. Why have you returned? Could it be that the true chosen one has already arrived?"

He said this.

He then thought of the disciple he had taken in.

Although it was just the birth of a mortal.

But in him.

Yet there are things that even they themselves cannot understand.

"Well, we're here!"

The scholar in white then stood up.

Yang Jian pointed to the stone next to him, indicating that he should sit down.

He casually shook hands.

However, he also had a wine gourd in his hand.

He tossed it to the scholar in white and asked, "How is it?"

"This time, the chosen one is a person."

The scholar in white seemed to become excited when he mentioned the chosen one: "He has a powerful aura, as if he has the talent of my elder brother back then, and he also seems to be the former Second Brother Sun. His comprehension and character are unparalleled in the world. He has now defeated the bear in Black Wind Mountain, and should have already obtained the root of Second Brother Sun."

Hear the news.

Yang Jian had already guessed that it was his disciple.

A look of delight appeared in his eyes.

We let him go back then.

He sensed that the other party should be able to do it.

After all, there aren't many things that he can't understand.

Tell me about it.

Yang Jian also wanted to know what had happened over there.

Even though he was the student he had taught.

But what happened next?

That all depends on individual talent and ability.

The scholar in white then sat down and began to recount his discoveries.

He said that Liu Changkong's power was so great that he seemed to be a true lord.

Then they talked about what happened next.

Speaking of Liu Changkong sweeping away Black Wind Mountain with his own strength.

May the vengeful spirits return to their rightful place.

This even forced the Black Wind King to grovel and submit.

Yang Jian was immediately overjoyed.

He immediately stood up and looked at the endless floating clouds.

The floating clouds in the sky seemed to be washed away.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Such demeanor is what made him so impressive during the havoc in Heaven. Perhaps he will come this time. If that's the case..."

His fists clenched unconsciously.

His eyes were filled with intense joy.

He is here.

Five hundred years have passed.

Those doubts in one's heart also need to be explained by someone.

"I never imagined he possessed such power!"

Yang Jian's mood improved considerably, and he said with a smile, "He was able to pass through Black Wind Mountain so quickly, it seems that Yellow Wind Ridge won't be a problem for him either. He'll probably have to wait for this kid to come back, and then we'll see how it goes!"

The scholar in white nodded slowly.

However, he still had many doubts in his heart.

"But Huangfeng Ridge is not easy."

The scholar in white frowned, realizing the situation: "The eight-hundred-mile-long Yellow Wind Ridge is now covered in sand and dust. That yellow-haired weasel cultivates with the potential of a Great Sage, possesses the Samadhi Divine Wind, and commands an endless army of demons. I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Jian simply shook his head and said, "Although that yellow-haired weasel is powerful, its Dao heart has been broken, and it is stupid and unaware of its own situation. It has already fallen into someone else's chessboard. No matter how powerful it is, it will eventually be unable to escape its fate!"

His voice was firm and resolute.

The three-pointed, double-edged divine spear between the houses in the distance trembled.

It seemed to sense Yang Jian's state of mind.

Outside the pagoda.

The chubby little monk in blue robes walked past.

He gently patted his belly.

Then he slowly walked down, looking towards the distance.

"It's fate, it's fate, just obey God's command."

The little monk gently shook his head and said with a smile, "But you are the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Victorious Fighter. I think even if you really follow this path, it won't be as they wish."