si-mexico Chapter 185 To Save or Not to Save? If Not, I'll Go!
Chapter 185 To Save or Not to Save? If Not, I'll Go!
Western religion.
A deathly silence...
The more than two hundred disciples stared in disbelief as the little girl suddenly appeared, lying on the ground without any decorum, her head held high as she shouted in surprise.
Against the Three Realms?
Who would dare!
Throughout their entire Western Religion, there isn't a single person who dares to defy the Three Realms!
After Yang Jiao finished shouting, she felt that the surrounding atmosphere was no longer fishy, and upon closer inspection, she could also detect the scent of sandalwood.
She suddenly had a bad feeling.
I opened my eyes halfway...
I only saw the general outline...
Then he closed his eyes tightly!
"It's an illusion, it must be an illusion."
What did I do to myself?!
Yang Jiao opened her eyes again in disbelief.
Inside the spacious hall, people dressed in Taoist robes sat cross-legged all around, their eyes fixed on him.
The expressions on their faces were quite fascinating.
Above that, Yang Jiao stiffly raised her head and finally confirmed where she was.
The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at the very top, who was just giving a sermon while holding a book, is now frozen in place, his eyes glazed over.
Ksitigarbha...
This hall is exactly the same as the one I saw in Ksitigarbha's memory!
This is Western religion!
Having clarified my own position.
Yang Jiao then frantically flipped the button in her palm, banging her palm against the ground repeatedly.
My inner voice screams wildly:
"Take me away quickly, take me away quickly! I'd rather it be the Styx Ancestor standing before me!"
His palms were already red, and the magic button that had been buried underground had long since been shattered into dust upon impact, leaving a deep crater in the ground from the force of the blow.
But she still couldn't leave...
Yang Jiao cried.
Next time, could you Western religions make magical artifacts that aren't disposable?
Yang Jiao wished the pit on the ground were bigger so she could crawl into it!
Her mad behavior completely awakened the stunned Western Christians, and a murmur of whispers immediately arose among them.
They discussed the matter in groups of two or three, bowing their heads in obedience.
With every word he spoke, his gaze was fixed on Yang Jiao.
Finally, the person closest to Yang Jiao slowly leaned closer, looked at her, and asked:
"Who is Wutian?"
The first question was asked.
Numerous problems followed.
"Who is rebelling against the Three Realms?"
When did this happen?
"If I call you in, you'll rebel too?"
Yang Jiao collapsed to the ground, burying her face in her hands.
Please, please keep all noises away from you!
Just as she was about to burst into tears, someone finally noticed something was wrong.
He asked in confusion:
"Huh? How did she suddenly appear in my sect?"
The disciples of the Western religion were peacefully attending their morning lessons, their hearts yearning for the Way, when suddenly a little girl appeared out of nowhere—it was truly strange.
As soon as the question was raised, everyone else looked at Yang Jiao.
guessing:
"Could it be... that it has a connection with my Western religion?"
Their Western religion was already weak and isolated, and now suddenly another one has appeared. Isn't this a disciple sent by God?
It's fate that brought us together!
Therefore, no one asked who Wutian was or why he rebelled against the Three Realms.
They surged forward, surrounding Yang Jiao, and shouted in unison:
"Young friend, you have a connection with my Western religion!"
"It is truly fate that a fellow Daoist has descended to the West!"
"Such a fortunate connection! Go and become their disciple. You will be able to contribute to the future development of the Western Religion."
They are so cruel.
More than two hundred people surrounded Yang Jiao completely.
She was in a sorry state, trying to hide.
Even if you cover your ears, the sounds will still seep through your fingers.
Even more surprisingly, Yang Jiao spotted a familiar figure among those surrounding her own people!
The chubby, bald-headed Maitreya!
With his slicked-back hair shining, he mingled among the crowd, saying repeatedly:
"Young friend, come quickly to my Western religion!"
His face was beaming with a bright smile.
Yang Jiao desperately shielded her young self from the crowd and finally reached Maitreya's side, whispering a plea for help:
"Stop shouting! Take me away now!"
Maitreya stepped back, bowed gently, and said:
"I don't know this destined person, how can I take you away?"
He took another step back, making his position clear and giving up more space for his disciples to come forward.
Then, Maitreya's soft, ethereal voice reached Yang Jiao's ears.
"I'm sorry, Yang Jiao, but I am the vice leader and must stand with my disciples."
This is called winning the hearts of disciples and gaining the Western religion.
His bright future is still beckoning to him; there's no way he wouldn't be with his disciples.
Yang Jiao knew.
This chubby boy chose the future and abandoned himself.
Then he could only look to Ksitigarbha for help.
With hands clasped together, he silently said:
"Help me, Ksitigarbha!"
however……
What Yang Jiao was left with was Dizang's twitching lips and the slow movement of him putting his hand behind his back.
Even Ksitigarbha was dumbfounded!
I was leading the morning lesson today, reading aloud quite well, when suddenly! Someone came out.
Upon closer inspection, he realized, "Good heavens, it's someone I know!"
Isn't this... awkward?
Don't even think about admitting that you know this person who shouted in the hall that he wanted to join the anti-Three Realms team!
Yang Jiao watched helplessly as she was abandoned one after another, her heart filled with despair.
Moreover, among these two hundred disciples, there were not only beginners, but also dozens of Celestial Immortals... and several Golden Immortals...
"Save me, save me."
"Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, save me."
Her outstretched hands were swallowed up by the crowd.
The words, like a demonic voice, "Young friend, you are destined to be with my Western religion," echoed in Yang Jiao's mind.
She was tormented by the thought.
it is good!
You're not going to save me, are you?
We might as well die together!
Immediately, she pulled out the Thousand Machine Staff and swept it across the crowd. The group of Western Sect disciples surrounding her quickly scattered. Although no one was injured, these people were not happy to have been treated so politely and then insulted.
The initial enthusiasm was replaced by surprise, followed by disdain in their eyes, as if they were overestimating themselves.
Just when everyone thought this suddenly appearing little girl was going to fight against more than two hundred Westerners all by herself, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.
Suddenly, a cold, sharp blade emerged from the top of the long staff she was wielding with such power.
It pressed against his neck with lightning speed.
Then, when Yang Jiao looked at the crowd, her gaze held even greater disdain than when they had looked at her. She smiled wryly.
"Whoever comes up here, I'll die right here!"
These are the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Blades of the True Man Du'e. Are you afraid that they won't be able to kill a celestial being?
The other disciples of the Western Sect burst into laughter.
The entire hall was filled with mockery.
"Haha, who can suicide threaten?"
"How much are you worth using your own life to blackmail others?"
"Who cares whether she lives or dies?"
however.
Yang Jiao's action successfully changed the expressions of the other two people!
The gentle smile of Maitreya Buddha froze on his face.
The usually silent Ksitigarbha was no longer calm and composed.
The two exchanged a glance in mid-air as they rushed toward Yang Jiao.
They exchanged glances.
Confirming the look in their eyes,
They were even more anxious than the twelve-petaled black lotus that escaped back then!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva urgently stretched out his hand and shouted:
"It's not necessary!"
"Spare your life, my young friend!"
Maitreya, with a wry smile, rushed in, pushed aside the disciples, and comforted them:
"Don't you think about yourself? You should think about your family. Don't you think about them? You should think about me..."