bodhisattva is busy

The Heaven Realm is very quiet all the year round, and it’s rare for it to be lively once, so all the immortals happily ran to watch the scene of the stone-making monkey in the furnace. No one paid attention to Luo Fan and Yang Jian, so the two planned to take the opportunity to sneak down to the realm. .

As soon as he left the main hall, the figure in front of him flickered, and he saw Nezha dragging Huang Tianhua on a hot wheel and stopping in front of the two of them, smiling so happily that he couldn't see his teeth, "Where do you want to go, little uncle and senior brother? You might as well bring us along, this heaven is too boring, my Hot Wheels are almost growing hairy."

Luo Fan glanced at the Hot Wheels, which was burning with orange flames and making the sound of phoenix crowing, and he was silent.

The relationship between these two people and Nezha Huang Tianhua was not very good at first, but since the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the people they knew either died or used the excuse of Xunxian Wenwen to travel around the mountains and rivers, and the people in the heaven Most of them were extremely unfamiliar, because of this, on the contrary, when they saw Nezha and Huang Tianhua, they felt a little more familiar and cordial.

So 1 minute later, two golden light bulbs suddenly appeared in the sweet couple.

What's even more tragic is that these two light bulbs are not conscious of being light bulbs at all. They keep asking Luo Fan about the customs of the West, and they are very happy.

For immortals, the distance between heaven and earth is just a blink of an eye. After the lower realm, since only Yang Jian among the four owns a real estate in the world, the group of people lived in Erlang Zhenjun Hall without hesitation.

Erlang Zhenjun Hall is located on the edge of Guanshui. From a distance, it is just a small temple. It is extremely ordinary. Along the way, the four of them can still see people going to the temple to burn incense and worship.

When he reached the gate of the temple, Yang Jian stood still and changed the spell with his hands. In an instant, the simple and even crude temple and the hustle and bustle of people around him disappeared instantly, replaced by a simple and solemn temple with a plaque at the entrance There are several large characters "True Monarch Temple" written on it.

Different from other palaces, there is no boy guarding the gate here. The empty space looks a bit cold and lonely. The whole temple is like its master, exuding a cold and rigorous atmosphere.

With a wave of Yang Jian's sleeve, the closed door suddenly opened, revealing the dark and cold hall. Several people followed him through the empty hall and around the corridor, and a few peach trees burst into view, and the wanton blooming pink flowers finally came This cold and silent temple added a bit of warmth.

Yang Jian is keen on cultivation, and he likes tranquility very much. Lonely and quiet has always been his favorite tone, and this only warmth is obviously from Luo Fan's handwriting.

Although Erlang Zhenjun Hall is big, it only lives in Yang Jian and his wife, a pet Xiaotian dog, two little apprentices, golden hair boys, and a few children who serve him. It seems very deserted on weekdays, but now Nezha Huang Tianhua and his wife With the enemy like this, Luo Fan can completely imagine the lively scene of flying dogs and dogs in the future.

After leading the two little ones who came here for the first time to visit the entire temple, and were about to take them to the guest room to rest, the golden-haired boy rushed in, first saluted respectfully, and then presented a letter. After seeing it, he didn't speak for a long time, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Luo Fan asked, but his whole body was leaning on Yang Jian, and he moved his head towards Yang Jian without any scruples. He read the letter with a sweep of his eyes, looked back at Yang Jian, his eyes were obscure, and his words were unclear. Said: "Mr. Qiantang's message? I remember that he committed a crime hundreds of years ago. It is said that he was locked up and imprisoned by his brother. He still has time to invite you to have a small gathering?"

There was an inexplicable sour taste in the unhappy tone.

Yang Jian glanced at the golden-haired boy, and the two little apprentices looked at each other, and respecting the master's order, he fooled Nezha and Huang Tianhua away with a wink.

Seeing the few light bulbs receding in an instant, Luo Fan raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, looked at Yang Jian and said, "I can't see that your two little apprentices are quite interesting." As he spoke, he grabbed Yang Jian's hand Raised the letter casually, curled his lips and said slowly: "Just in time, we can take this opportunity to discuss how this 'Brother Jian' in the letter is so amazing and beautiful that he actually provoked the dignified Qiantang. Jun... huh... lovesickness is a disaster, and I can't forget it even after being locked up."

Yang Jian stared at the sky speechlessly, stared straight at Luo Fan indifferently, his tone was flat, his eyes contained grievances, and he sighed: "Uncle Master doesn't want to believe me."

Luo Fan hasn't seen this poor little look for a long time, even though he knew it was just pretending, he was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he snorted coldly and said, "Then why did he call you 'Brother Jian' How dare you say that there is nothing tricky about being so intimate? Quickly recruit!"

It was a pretentious question, but at the end Luo Fan couldn't help laughing, "Brother Jian" or something, this name is too embarrassing, and he and Yang Jian looked at each other affectionately in his mind. In this scene, one person called "Jian" affectionately, and the other whispered "Fan" in a low voice, holding hands and looking at each other, full of affection...

In an instant, the thunder rolled down from the sky, splitting him to pieces.

Brain supplementation is really not a good habit, Luo Fan patted his cheek to pull himself out of the horrifying scene, resolutely gave up the little interest of flirting with jealousy, and finally became serious, "Tell me, what's going on ?”

Luo Fan's heart was filled with sympathy, Nima labor and management had never been so intimate before!

Yang Jian spread his hands innocently: "I only met Mr. Qiantang once."

It was still a very unpleasant meeting. Mr. Qiantang has a bad temper. When chasing and killing a monster, he failed to control his murderous aura for a while, causing a flood and implicating many mortals. When the Emperor of Heaven knew it, he was very angry and sent Yang Jian to catch him. The interrogation in the sky was the first and only time the two met. Who knew that Mr. Qiantang would remember him for life, and even if he remembered him, he would use this method to sow discord, which shows how vicious this guy is. !

Luo Fan was very unbalanced in his heart, deeply felt that he should look up to the familiar Lord Qiantang, and silently decided to evolve the title "Nephew Yang Jian" into "Nephew Jian".

Yang Jian is very used to his uncle's divergent thinking, and now he doesn't know where he is thinking, and he doesn't bother, he just wants to tear up the letter after taking Luo Fan's hand, who cares what Lord Qiantang is up to.

Seeing this, Luo Fan hurriedly shouted: "Don't tear it up!"

Yang Jian stopped, "Uncle Master wants to go?"

"Go, why don't you go? I want to see what kind of tricks he plays!" Luo Fan said unhappily. According to his thinking, he must be clean and merciless when dealing with rivals in love, so he decisively decided to meet this The newly appointed "rival in love".

Yang Jian smiled lightly, expressing that he had no objection.

The two arrived at Dongting Lake as promised, Yang Jian and Luo Fan were very calm about the fact that Lord Qiantang actually lived in Dongting Lake: that person should still be in the prison of his brother Lord Dongting, so it is quite normal to make an appointment at Dongting Lake up.

A fish monster in the lake saw the two people coming in clouds, and knew that they were distinguished guests invited by the Qiantang River. It hurriedly saluted and said hello, and then took the lead into the water and led them to the bottom of the lake.

With the cultivation bases of Luo Fan and Yang Jian, it is not difficult to hold their breath. Naturally, the mere lake water cannot be their obstacle. Even underwater, they can move freely. They followed the fish monster all the way down to the bottom of the lake, passing through the large coral reefs that are heavily hidden , a building and an underwater palace loomed.

The fish monster only led them to this point and then retreated. Then a maid slowly walked out of the palace, bowed to the two of them, and led them to continue walking in, until they came to an empty house. There is no bed in the room, only a huge white jade pillar tree in the center, with several chains of different thicknesses attached to the pillar, exuding a faint purple light, which makes people dare not touch it easily.

"You two came from afar, thank you very much, please sit down."

The two looked at the sound, and there was a young man in a purple robe tied to the end of the chain. He had a good face and a smile, and he didn't look like he was being imprisoned and tortured at all.

The corner of Luo Fan's mouth twitched: Sure enough, the Emperor of Heaven could think of such a thing as handing over the prisoner to his own brother to take care of him.

Apart from the pillar, the room is densely packed with chains, and there is not even a bench. I really don't know how thick-skinned Qian Tang Jun is who can say "please sit down" without changing his face, he is comparable to the gate of Yuxu Palace!

Luo Fan quietly rolled his eyes, pulled Yang Jian to find a seat near the door and sat on the floor. Mr. Qiantang didn't care, and looked straight at Yang Jian, with a hint of excitement, joy, and anxiety in his eyes. In short, it was very complicated. One can feel that there must be an extremely tear-jerking dog-blood story between these two people at a glance.

"Brother Jian, do you still...remember me?"

Fuck, what's the matter with this tone of hesitation and faint expectation? !

"Huh!" Luo Fan was angry, and snorted coldly, and finally held back his anger and decided to wait and see what happened.

Although there was only one word, it was enough for Yang Jian to understand how upset his uncle was, so he glanced at Lord Qian Tang indifferently, and lied calmly, "I don't remember."

Mr. Qian Tang lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, I knew...you won't remember me..."

Flipping the table, what kind of trouble is this little appearance of being abandoned from beginning to end and looking at oneself in pity? !

Labor and management couldn't take it anymore, Luo Fan slapped the ground and stood up, "You're talking human!"

Mr. Qian Tang probably didn't expect Luo Fan to react so strongly, he was taken aback, "Uh..."

Luo Fan stepped in front of Mr. Qiantang, slapped the letter on the ground with a vicious look, and went straight to the point with one sentence: "Say, why did you call him?" Brother Jian's!"

I still remember that in the world, it seems very impolite to call an unfamiliar person by their name. Mr. Qian Tang felt that he finally understood why the other party was angry, so the anger aroused by Luo Fan's rude behavior disappeared instantly, and turned into Embarrassed, he looked at Luo Fan's angry appearance, and explained with a dry smile: "This... I didn't mean it, I met him at Nantianmen before, and I heard someone call his name." He glanced at Luo Fan quickly. Yang Jian glanced at him, feeling even more embarrassed, "Ahem...the wind was so windy at that time that I didn't hear it clearly, so I just remembered the word Jian. It seems inappropriate to call it directly, so..."

So it became "Brother Jian"?

Let me go, can you be more funny? !

Luo Fan suddenly looked like a balloon that had been punctured. He was deflated for a moment, and returned to Yang Jian with his head drooping and sat down obediently. Looking directly at the tip of his nose, he remained silent, extremely honest, without the slightest arrogance that he had when he forced Qiantang Jun to question him.

Yang Jian rubbed his uncle's head reassuringly, changed the subject decisively, looked towards the direction where the chains were most dense and asked, "I don't know why Lord Qiantang invited me here?"