dark battle

Chapter 36

"

"That's my fault? Who are you? Why do you ask me to wait for you early in the morning? You don't take it seriously at all. As long as you take it seriously, you can get up at midnight! Forget it, I won't follow you Playing, I still have a lot of business to do!"

The autumn colors are just right, the flowing water is gurgling, the sound of the monkeys playing on Mount Emei mixed with the sound of the wind and the sparse bamboo is floating in the air.Sitting by the stream alone, Chen Xiang took out a silver talisman from his bosom, with a tiger's head and a leopard tail, tied with a red string, some of the lines inside had been blackened due to age, it was given to him by Lilac.

... This is an amulet given to me by my mother. I asked an eminent monk to consecrate it. My mother said that carrying it can keep my life safe.You know, to me, your peace is more important than mine...

Xiao Yulai suddenly came to mind, at the age of 16 in midsummer, in Qianhu Cave, vines were winding and trickling, she took him home wet and changed into dry clothes.

...I saw you wearing my father's clothes and holding my mother's sword, as if I saw them with my own eyes...

It was the short sword that helped him pass the snowbird level set by Yang Jian.Later, he gave Ding Xiang the dagger that Xiaoyu gave him.

Because he hates Xiaoyu.

Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.You should have something to say, there are thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who is only shadowed.

Hate because of love.

He got up suddenly and rushed back to the Holy Buddha Cave.

"Nagging, I'm here to admit your mistake. I'm a snooze sleeper. I didn't get up until five o'clock. It was my fault. I didn't admit it. I found reasons for myself. Nagging, I won't do it again next time." This is it, if you do this again, you will never see me, okay?"

But there was no more sound from the Holy Buddha Cave.

Chen Xiang lowered her head helplessly, the pit left by kneeling here is still there.As if someone touched the heartstrings, clouds and flowers flowed, and bits and pieces of the past emerged.He bent down in a daze, and gently scraped off the fallen leaves and floating soil on the pit, as if dusting away the dust of the years for an ancestral treasure box.

Since then, Chen Xiang has been practicing daily, rehearsing the moves learned from the nagging over and over again.Although Nagging has not appeared for a long time, Mumbling has been guarding the cliff stone where they practiced together, becoming more and more assiduous.During the day, he imitated the nagging body moves, and at night he read in a cave full of volumes, such as somersaulting clouds, 72 transformations... all learned here by himself, and his progress was rapid.

Outside the Jingtan Temple, in front of the Buddhist script wall, Ao Chun has also practiced under Zhu Bajie's door for three years, and this year he is twenty-two.

Suddenly hearing a loud noise that shook the mountains and the ground, the dozing Zhu Bajie suddenly woke up, turned his head and saw that it was the sound wave that his apprentice Ao Chun knocked on the ground with a rake.

"Apprentice, you are merciful, what more do you want in this temple of Master!"

Blast into the sky

Ao Chun is no longer the unrestrained and cheerful young man of a rich family. He is wearing a moon white base coat with dark blue dragon pattern tunic, which brings out the calmness and determination under the wheat complexion. Colored hair—covering half of his left eye, as if hiding a past that he couldn't bear to look back on.

"Apprentice, are you still blaming him? Forget it, after all, he used to be a good brother..." Zhu Bajie moved closer to Ao Chun, who was already half a head taller than him.

"I don't have a brother like that."

"Actually, he already knew he was wrong, and he found out all the mistakes in the past, and changed everything in one go, didn't he?"

"He changed it, and my sister can't come back!"

Speaking of the deceased Ao Hong, Zhu Bajie suddenly remembered a strange event in the East China Sea, "By the way, why did your sister lose her body? Everyone is dead, so why would anyone want a body?"

Ao Chun couldn't answer this question either. Losing her best sister was already painful, but she couldn't even hold on to her physical body.

He walked slowly in the familiar corridor of the Jingtan Temple alone, dressed plainly, half Buddha, half sister.For Yu Aochun, every time he passed by this open-air corridor was a torture.The happy memories of the four people setting traps in Jingtan Temple to tease Xiaotiangou and defeating Erlang God were all incinerated into ashes by the impermanence of fate, and only bitter embers flashed repeatedly in their minds.There is also that beautiful and strong girl, pretending to be a ghost, eccentric, every time he thinks of her, he feels that his heart is filled with a fragrant fragrance, but when he thinks of her again, his eyes are filled with agarwood, and that fragrance turns into a heartburning poison , devouring every inch of lovesickness.

After all, good dreams are fragile, and joy is hard to come by.

……

The sound of clothes breaking through the sky accompanied by the singing of birds in the stream, rising with the sun and setting with the night, the familiar figure finally reappeared.Chen Xiang hurriedly reaped the merits, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Nagging, you are so cruel, you don't show up for a month!"

Naggingly gave Chen Xiang a look, "I'm cruel? Okay, I'm leaving!"

Chen Xiang quickly pulled him back, and repeatedly admitted his mistake, "Ai ai ai, I was wrong, I was wrong! Your lord does not remember the mistakes of villains, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly!"

Nagging and humming: "It is Zhu Bajie's belly that can pull the boat!"

Seeing that Nagging was willing to talk to him, Chen Xiang knew that his anger had subsided, and boldly put his elbow on his shoulder, "Nagging, anyway, you have already punished me, I will definitely not make mistakes again!" said Then, he took a few sips from the water bottle handed over by Nagging, only to feel that the clouds in the mountains were lovely, "However, my mana is still not enough..."

"Spells and martial arts can be learned quickly, but mana cannot be cultivated in ten or eight years."

"Then...is there any other way?"

"The method..." Nagging looked up at the layer of clouds and murmured to himself, "I haven't seen Taishang Laojun for a long time, and I don't know how his body is..."

……

There was a violent earthquake, and even the pure gold dragon carvings of the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother in the Lingxiao Palace trembled. Except for the Monkey King who made a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace 800 years ago, the entire Heavenly Realm had not been seen for tens of thousands of years. Such a strange thing.

"What's going on?" The Jade Emperor supported the crumbling desk with one hand, and supported the crooked Zhuliu crown on his head with the other, no longer trying to hide his astonishment.

All the immortals also followed the trembling of the terrazzo plate under their feet, looking at each other in dismay. Yang Jian took two steps to look outside the hall door, and said in a clear voice through the uproar: "The top of the Lingxiao Hall leads directly to the 33rd heaven, the Supreme Lord. Tushita Palace."

"Go and see!"

"Observe the order." Yang Jian turned around and cupped his hands, and hurried to Lihentian.

From a distance, billowing red smoke could be seen coming from the Tushita Palace, it seemed that the Bagua Furnace was overturned by someone again.

800 years ago, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, made a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace. After his death, he was sent to the Eight Diagrams Furnace for incineration. However, he was a natural born stone monkey and was not afraid of fire. After destroying the Eight Diagrams Furnace, he fled back to the lower world.The gossip furnace fire fell into the mortal world, forming an everlasting active volcano, named Huoyanshan. It was very hot and dry within a thousand miles away from the mountain, not a blade of grass grew, and the people were devastated.For more than 500 years, Xuanzang, a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, traveled westward with his disciples and passed through this mountain. His great disciple Sun Wukong used the plantain fan of the Iron Fan Princess of Cuiyun Mountain to extinguish the flames and save one side.

The Taishang Laojun has always been a tidy and clean old man. He keeps all kinds of elixir in different categories. Only he and his personal servant can distinguish the complicated storage rules. Outsiders can only marvel at the exquisite gourds that line the entire wall. portion.

Yang Jian had already smelled the burning charcoal before entering the Tushita Palace. He saw that the hall was in a mess, and the gold and copper gossip furnace was tilted to the ground, and one corner was cut off. The disaster of 800 years ago.The walls where the elixirs were originally neatly stored were empty, exquisite treasure gourds of various colors were scattered on the ground, and countless elixirs rolled scattered in every corner with a delicate luster.From precious and rare materials to the essence of the fire, how much hard work and time have been sacrificed, just watching it coldly makes people feel distressed.

Among the many palaces, today's Tushita Palace looks desolate and old.The old Taoist sat slumped on the ground, supported by two weeping little servant boys, unable to moan.The fairy wind blew the silver beard hanging on the chest of the Taishang Laojun, making the wrinkles on his face full of heartache and sorrow.

Yang Jian had expected it a long time ago, but when he really had a panoramic view of all the desolation, there was still a flash of struggle in his eyes.

Taishang Laojun raised his eyes slowly, and when he saw that it was Yang Jian, he struggled to stand up, grabbed Yang Jian's collar with trembling hands, "You...you are a thief!"

"Laojun, let go, let go." Yang Jian held Taishang Laojun's wrist, but he didn't dare to use force, and was dragged staggeringly by the delirious Taishang Laojun.

"You stole my elixir...you stole my elixir..." Taishang Laojun repeated, clutching Yang Jian's collar tightly, his skinny wrists could not tremble.

"Ancestor Dao, this is Zhenjun Erlang!" The two little servants tried their best to stop him, but they couldn't stop him.

Taishang Laojun was not so confused that he didn't even recognize anyone, so he naturally knew that it was Erlang Zhenjun——Yang Jian.

……

The towering ancient trees, the long roads and barren vines, the bamboo forests in Mount Emei are gently blown by the breeze, and it is peaceful.Nagging put his palms on Chen Xiang's vest, which was sitting cross-legged, to help him sort out the powerful qi that was scurrying around in his body.

"Are you feeling better?" The nagging was rare and serious.

Chen Xiang caressed his chest, the sweat on his forehead was still there, thinking of the pain that just erupted from his body, it was no different from the time when Yang Jian let him experience the feeling of "breaking his body to pieces" by the river outside Liu's village, and he still had lingering fears in his heart. "I just felt like I was going to explode."

"Fortunately, you have been kneeling for a year and accumulated a lot of mana, otherwise you would have exploded! The elixir is so powerful that you can't digest it all at once. Slowly adjust your breath to melt the elixir into your flesh and blood and become you It may take a year and a half for my own mana."

The pain is the pain, Chen Xiang's emotions are mostly immersed in the excitement of breaking into the Nantianmen and stealing the elixir, and he didn't notice Nagging's extraordinarily calm and serious expression.