The first battle of Jingtan Temple ended with Yang Jian's withdrawal of troops and boycott.

After 800 years, Sun Wukong fought Erlang God again, which can be described as earth-shattering and in full swing, and the two sides fought hundreds of rounds, and Sun Wukong was defeated.

King Kong's incorruptible body was injured by Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife, and he almost died in Huangquan.

Zhu Bajie was seriously injured, Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea, Agarwood and others, almost died in the chaos, in order to save his granddaughter, the old fox spirit died in the hands of the fifth and sixth children of Meishan.

The entire Jingtan Temple was razed to the ground, and at the critical moment, if it were not for Guanyin Bodhisattva to come forward and protect everyone in the name of Buddhism, he promised Yang Jian that from now on, Buddhism would not bless such people who violated the rules of heaven.

That Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and others are going to die in the hands of Yang Jian.

This battle also surprised the immortals and demons of the Three Realms, who have always regarded Sun Wukong and Yang Jian as masters of the same level.

Unconsciously, this judicial god Zhaohui Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun has surpassed his old enemy and become an even more powerful master!

Yang Jian leveled the Jingtan Temple, taught the Buddhism a hard lesson, was satisfied, and got the assurance from the Buddhism, and took advantage of the situation to withdraw the troops.

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Mount Emei, Holy Buddha Cave.

"Oops." Zhu Bajie was lying on the stone bed in the cave, screaming repeatedly, and his body was blue and purple.

Sun Wukong leaned against the stone wall, sat on the side, heard Zhu Bajie keep shouting, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "Idiot, enough." ”

"You've been calling for a long time!"

"Brother Monkey, I'm so seriously injured, can I not scream?" Zhu Bajie sat up with Ao Chun's support and looked at Sun Wukong, "Besides, Brother Monkey, your injury is not much lighter than mine!" ”

As he spoke, Zhu Bajie glanced at Sun Wukong with a pair of triangular eyes, Sun Wukong, who was dressed in gold in the past, now has most of the monkey hair on his body and his breath is weak.

"It's just my grandson's carelessness." The sore spot was lifted, Sun Wukong's monkey blushed almost like his monkey buttocks, and retorted angrily, "When my old grandson recovers from his injury, I must let Yang Jian know how powerful my old grandson is!" ”

"Ahem, ahem!" Before he could finish speaking, a rapid cough sounded.

"Great Sage, are you alright?" Seeing this, the agarwood on the side hurriedly put a hand on Sun Wukong's back to help him smooth his breath.

"It's fine." Sun Wukong pushed the agarwood away and forced the airway.

"Brother Monkey, Guanyin Bodhisattva said it." Zhu Bajie looked at the agarwood and said with some concern, "From now on, my Buddhism will not be able to bless the agarwood." ”

"With our current injury, if Yang Jian comes to the door again, I'm afraid he will have to be turned into a roast pig and a monkey brain!"

"You!" Sun Wu was in a hurry, a furry finger pointed at Zhu Bajie, but he couldn't say anything.

Sun Monkey is proud and arrogant, but he is by no means a fool who does not know the height of the sky.

"Don't worry." Sun Wukong took a deep breath and gathered the aura of heaven and earth to regulate his injuries, "Guanyin Bodhisattva did say so, but this time is counted from the time when we are injured. ”

"Otherwise, why do you think Yang Jian withdrew his troops so simply, instead of arresting them with agarwood!"

"No matter what you say, the face of the Buddha is still wanted, and Yang Jian doesn't dare to give no face at all."

At that time, taking away agarwood and them was not to perform their duties, but to slap the face of Buddhism in public; Yang Jian injured them in the name of obstructing official business, and the Buddhism Gate was just not good-looking, but if he did it too much, it would only provoke a conflict between the Buddhism Gate and the Heavenly Court.

Therefore, before they healed, Agarwood and the others were still safe.

Sun Wukong knows this truth, and Yang Jian also knows it.

Otherwise, how could they go back to Mount Emei to heal so easily, Yang Jian didn't come to the door again to make trouble.

But the safety period is only the time to recuperate, once they wait until their injuries are healed, and then maintain Agarwood and others, it is self-defeating.

"I see." Ao Chun understood.

"Nezha, why are you here?"

"Who is this fairy, so beautiful!"

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Outside the cave, Lilac's frizzy voice woke up Agarwood and the others.

Creak!

The closed door of the cave opened, and several figures walked into Sun Wukong's cave on Mount Emei.

The third prince of Nezha, who is short in stature and holds a fire-tipped spear, and a water-green long skirt, an elf-quirky lilac, and finally, a woman in a palace dress wearing a blue and white robe, captivating the country and the city, with a sacred and cold aura all over her body, and a snow-white rabbit in her arms.

"Fairy Chang'e?"

"Why is the fairy here?"

"Aunt Chang'e!"

Agarwood, Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong, and Ao Chun recognized the woman's identity at a glance and shouted happily.

Zhu Bajie, who was taught a lesson by the Meishan brothers, had a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Chang'e with a pair of colored eyes.

"Great Sage, brother." Chang'e saw that Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong looked weak, and in the depths of her eyes as bright as water, she showed a trace of regret and called.

A plain hand that couldn't even find the slightest flaw was placed on Agarwood's shoulder, and comforted: "Agarwood, are you okay?" ”

"Aunt Chang'e, I'm fine." Agarwood looked at each other with admiration and replied.

"Great Sage, Pure Altar Messenger." Nezha took a few steps forward and explained to Sun Wukong and the others, "The fairy and I heard that you were injured by Yang Jian, so we came to visit you. ”

"I can't imagine that Yang Jian is so ruthless, and even the Buddha Gate dares to be presumptuous!" In the end, a trace of hatred appeared on Nezha's face.

The three-hundred-year-old god of justice completely cut off the love between Nezha and his best brother and senior brother in the past.

At this moment, in his heart, Yang Jian is no longer the senior brother who had the grace to save his life at the beginning, nor is he the Erlang God who has a high heart and does not recognize the Heavenly Family, but a ruthless and ruthless Judicial God.

Zhu Bajie exclaimed angrily: "What else does he dare not do, the judicial gods above the tens of thousands of people under the two of them, except for the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, who else can he put in his eyes?" ”

Chang'e's expression changed, she was silent for a long time, and Fang said: "It's not that we don't have anything to do with Yang Jian. ”

"I have a handle on Yang Jian in my hand, once it is revealed, I may be able to make the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother pardon Agarwood and the Three Holy Mother, and I can suppress Yang Jian's arrogance even more!"

At this point, after Chang'e witnessed Yang Jian kill the four princesses, capture the Hundred Flowers Fairy, chase and kill Agarwood, and seriously injure Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong, Chang'e has no worries and is determined to expose Yang Jian's most unsightly privacy!

"Aunt Chang'e, what is it?" Agarwood approached Chang'e and asked excitedly.

"Fairy, what the hell is the handle, so deadly?" Nezha is also curious.

Sun Wukong Zhu Bajie was made into this appearance by Yang Jian, and he hated it so much that he was itching at the root of his teeth, and he was even more excited when he heard that he finally had a chance to retaliate.

Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea, had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and asked tentatively: "Fairy, is it the Pangu eyelashes that Fairy Hundred Flowers and my sister have mentioned many times?" ”

"Hmm." Chang'e lowered her head and stroked the jade rabbit in her arms, "That's it, this is the hidden pain in Yang Jian's heart!" ”

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