Journey to the West: Hou Tu's First Disciple! Monkey starts making trouble in the underworld

杨戬冷笑两声，只觉得眼前之人，也并无多少能耐，况且他一心救母，听闻对方如此说道，更是怒气横生。

但碍于对方乃是出自西方圣人座下，才不好发火。

当即就要甩袖而去，梅山六圣紧随其后，一个个怒目圆睁，紧紧盯着那青衣书生。

The few people watching were confused, not knowing how many people were. Wudang's Virgin's eyes were flowing. Seeing the scene under the sharp turn, he couldn't help but glance at the Emperor Fengdu beside him and asked with his eyes.

“真君且慢。”

“信与不信，全看缘法。”

“术字乾坤，并不能真的能够做到十全十美，未卜先知，但至少能够窥得一二真谛。”

“尚有圣人大能都不得窥视天机，况且我等小道。”

酆都却是直接开口说道。

二郎神离去的身影微微一顿，似是被他这一番话说动，随后转头，一双威严双目死死盯着酆都大帝。

“本君不知术字真解，但倒也明白了一点。”

“至少知道，道友的实力，还需磨炼。”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed drastically. The four kings on the side couldn't help but look to the side. Erlang Shen was so blunt, and he was obviously really angry.

Even the Virgin Wudang was secretly sweating in his heart at this moment.

But the scholar in green shook his head slightly and said with a hearty smile: "I'm not saying it, whether you believe it or not depends on the fate."

"But you and I have a fate today, but it's true."

说着，青衣书生在众人疑惑的注视下，手中多了一道赤黄铜牌，上面神光璀璨，道韵流传，显然不是凡品。

“真君且看未来天意，若是小道卦象为真，真君便可用这神牌联络与我。”

“虽然小道实力低微，但或许也能够为真君助一些绵薄之力。”

青衣书生说完，手中的赤黄铜牌已经飞到了二郎神的面前。

Looking at the divine card with dazzling divine light in front of him, Erlang Shen looked tangled and thought secretly in his heart.

"This person is really weird."

"If he is said to have a low magic, he can calculate the old story of my deity and know my secrets, but if he is in a vain, he may not have any great powers."

"However, if I turn against you today or show him a look, it would be hard to explain when I get to the West's Two Saints."

"Besides, if he says this now, isn't it really a big deal? It's just that it's hard to say it clearly?"

"Forget it, just give him some face."

Thinking of this, Erlang Shen no longer hesitated and took over the red brass plaque in front of him.

“既然道友都如此说了，本君不接岂不是折煞了道友颜面。”

"But..."

Erlang Shen had evil eyes in his eyes, as if he was warning, and said coldly: "If I really need fellow Taoists to come forward to help in the future, I hope fellow Taoists will never refuse!"

"Of course not. As long as the True Lord speaks, Xiaodao will do his best."

Seeing that the other party agreed so happily, Erlang Shen's expression calmed down, and then he led the six saints of Meishan to leave without saying a word.

Several people traveled between the clouds and mist, preparing to return to Erlang Zhenjun's palace and the Temple of Justice.

On the way, Yuan Hong, one of the six saints of Meishan, suddenly spoke: "That path is obviously a sarcastic word. Judging from his appearance, it is obvious that even the three flowers on the top cannot be condensed. With this method, he dares to It's extremely stupid to show off your skills in front of us."

"Brother is right. What a bullshit disciple of the saint? At best, it is just the outer precepts of Leiyin Temple. He even looks like a master. Do you really think we don't know anything?"

"I want to tell you that these Western monks are all arrogant and have little ability, but they have a very strong temper. They are all pretentious. They are very pretentious. If they really want them to do things, it will be difficult."

"What kind of people in the West teach? Everyone knows the truth. Will these people be kind to help us? It would be good if they don't take any harm. They are very compassionate."

“…”

Seeing Erlang Shen’s expression was not good, the Six Saints of Meishan knew that they must have been angry with the other party, and immediately began to mock him.

Although Heavenly Court and Western Buddhism seem to be coupled, they are all clear in private, and the forces between the two are already a competitive relationship.

What's more, the West often relies on the support of the two great masters. Even when facing the gods in the heavenly court, they still look noble and arrogant. Even when they come to the heavenly court, they still despise everyone.

For example, the great Bodhisattva of the wonderful Dharma Guanyin is still holding an air even in front of Haotian and the Queen Mother.

This made the gods in the heavenly court dislike Westerners from the bottom of their hearts.

"Shut up!"

"How can you fools, how can you talk about Western fellow Taoists!"

“Not bigDisrespectful! ”

Suddenly, the silent Erlang Shen shouted suddenly and cursed at the Six Saints of Meishan behind him.

At this moment, he was already moved by the words of the Emperor of Fengdu just now and had some concerns.

Besides, the other party was really weird. Even though he firmly believed that the other party's magic might not be true, a bump in his heart finally broke out.

His secret is involved in Shanda. The matter of saving his mother is now in front of him. There is only the last thing left of merit and fortune, but he has been worried and restless.

Today, it is even more difficult to suppress the depression in my heart by being disturbed by the Emperor of Fengdu.

Although he held the Six Saints of Meishan accountable, Yang Jian was not really angry, but his own emotions fluctuated.

"Ah, when things are coming, I will do my best."

"If Haotian really regrets..."

"Then!"

...

South Gate of Heaven.

"Why is this?"

Erlang Shen and others left, and the Virgin Mary Wudang immediately asked the Emperor Fengdu beside her. The two suddenly leaned together, and the indifferent fragrance of Taoist Nun Qingchen came to her nose. The fragrance of virgin lingers on the tip of the Emperor Fengdu's nose, which made him feel faint. move.

The two looked at each other.

The Virgin Wudang didn't understand why the Emperor of Fengdu treated Erlang Zhenjun like this. Even if the other party had some potential, with his current realm, it was obviously not worth fearing.

In my mind, the voice of the Emperor of Fengdu resounded.

"It's just a law of fate, this person is not bad, he is a character."

Fengdu did not explain his plan. In fact, the reason why he did this was because of the other party's identity and status. After all, Erlang Zhenjun is the only judicial god in the heavenly court. If he could operate it in the future, there would be great potential.

The Virgin Mary's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw that the other party said it without intention, but she didn't care.

The two of them did not hesitate much. Under the guidance of the four heavenly kings, they immediately rushed to the Doumu Palace where the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is located.

...

Doumu Palace.

Two figures slowly entered outside the palace gate hall.

The palace has a strong Taoist rhyme and abundant spiritual energy. More than a dozen figures are among them. Looking around, they are all immortal gods in the heavenly court.

Among them are the gods of the Tiansi of the Lei tribe led by Wen Zhong, and several gods of the Plague tribe led by Lu Yue, who were all disciples of the Jie Sect back then.

Among them, the Wu wealth god Zhao Gongming and the Jinling Holy Mother were the leaders, and they were in front.

Looking around, nearly half of the disciples of Jie Sect are all listed here.

The Emperor of Fengdu did not expect that there would be so many people today.

The Virgin Wudang, who was standing beside him, smiled and after stepping into the palace, he nodded slightly to the former brothers and brothers.

Everyone's eyes gathered and fell on the scholar in blue.

"I'm Zhao Gongming."

"The Golden Spirit Holy Mother."

"Take the disciples of the Jie Sect..."

"Meet the Emperor of Fengdu!!!"