At the top of the nine-layer sky, the Temple of Justice stands majestically, shining brightly.
Yang Jian, this majestic god, is sitting on the throne of the temple at this moment, his eyes are lightly closed, as if he is resting his mind, but also seems to be meditating.
With his extraordinary and saintly cultivation state, he should be above the trivial matters of the world. However, even he has to face the heavy official duties of the three realms, which come from the gods of mountains and rivers.
These official duties were as trivial and complicated as trivial matters in the mortal world, yet they were solemnly presented to him, the god of justice, by the gods.
For example, a small mountain god in the southwest of the human world excitedly reported that the lychees in his territory were particularly sweet this year and that a rare spiritual fruit tree had matured. He asked Yang Jian if he would be interested in tasting it.
In response to this, Yang Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly. Is such a small thing worth using his magic power to memorialize? He gently waved his sleeves and left two words on the memorial: "No need!"
Immediately, his eyes fell on the next memorial.
This memorial was written by the water god of the Pihe River. It contains tens of thousands of words, but it only tells one insignificant thing - the weather is sunny today, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful.
After Yang Jian read it, he couldn't help but frown slightly. This time, without any hesitation, he directly replied with one word: "Get out!"
Immediately afterwards, another memorial came into view. The writing style of this memorial was quite smooth, but the content made people laugh or cry - the writer actually spent hundreds of thousands of words just to flatter Yang Jian.
, praised his wisdom and prowess, and finally asked him with concern whether he was in good health.
"It's really the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
Yang Jian secretly thought to himself that he even had some doubts. If he continued to deal with these trivial matters so painstakingly, sooner or later he would be tortured by these seemingly insignificant but actually extremely complicated official duties, and he would be exhausted mentally and physically, and even lose his mind.
In this nine-level temple of justice, Yang Jian's majesty and wisdom should have been like the sun shining in the three realms. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but be troubled by these trivial things, and he felt helpless and tired in his heart.
Yang Jian lightly rubbed the frown between his eyebrows and turned his eyes in the direction of Tianlao involuntarily. After some weighing, he secretly decided that rather than bothering to temper Agarwood, he might release Manager Chen from prison first and let him regain his strength.
It is wiser to work for yourself.
After all, it takes time for a nephew to grow up, but if you are unhappy, that is the real sadness.
"Master, Master!" The roaring dog waggled its tail happily, jumped in from the door, and then lay down obediently under the table, its eyes shining with anticipation.
Yang Jian casually threw the memorial aside, having already made a calculation in his mind.
He decided to go to Tianlao immediately, get rid of Chen Fei's mortal body, let him return to life, and continue to shoulder the important task of reviewing these long memorials.
At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to set rules in the future. The number of words in each memorial should not exceed 300, and any memorial that was not related to personal merit or the overall situation of heaven and earth should not be rashly submitted.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" After dealing with the trivial matters on his mind, Yang Jian suddenly felt relaxed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, as Le Ye said, once you choose to lie down, the whole world seems to become relaxed and happy.
Seeing this, Roaring Sky Dog quickly reported: "Master, although Sun Wukong has not officially accepted a disciple, Chenxiang unexpectedly discovered a cave containing the secret book of Sun Wukong's magical powers under the guidance of an Orion.
These days, he has been practicing hard in Mount Emei, and I quietly visited him. If that kid practices hard for another few decades, I am afraid he will be able to compete with me."
When Yang Jian heard this, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: A monkey will be a monkey after all, and it can't be idle.
As for the so-called hunter, he is just one of many vests. This kind of thing is not uncommon among the gods in the heaven. He and Le Ye, among others, are happy to leave some "footprints" in the mortal world.
For example, Taishang Laojun once transformed into Li Er and wrote a "Tao Te Ching" in his spare time. Driven by mysterious power, it has been passed down through the ages.
However, most of these mortal heroes died young to avoid being noticed by heaven and captured and imprisoned, losing face.
Of course, there are also a few "dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water". They will face confinement eventually, so they might as well enjoy themselves in the mortal world.
After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian ordered: "Go and inform the brothers patrolling in Heaven that the Queen Mother is about to hold a peach event again. By then, we will need to patrol around the clock to ensure security during the event.
Therefore, let them arrange their own rotations in the past few days to ensure that they are full of energy, and their salaries will be paid as usual.
In addition, Taishang Laojun in the thirty-third heaven is re-refining elixirs for the Pantao Society, so the patrolling heavenly soldiers need to be extra careful and try to avoid the place where Laojun is refining elixirs, so as not to disturb his alchemy!"
"Yes!" Although Roaring Sky Dog had some doubts in his heart, he still agreed without hesitation.
As a loyal dog, he knows his duty - to be loyal to his master, obey his master's orders unconditionally, and never question it.
It's not like that cat in the house who doesn't know where the world is. He is arrogant all day long and can't tell who is the real owner of the house!
snort!
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Emei Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, quiet and solemn.
Orion Nagya sat aside leisurely, looking gently at Chen Xiang who was practicing magical powers on the big rock. Every move of Chen Xiang revealed a talent and perseverance that was beyond ordinary people, which made him feel sincerely satisfied.
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This little guy was born with extraordinary talents, one of a kind. Although he was tainted with the laziness common among young people at first, after a warning from himself, he quickly changed his ways and showed extraordinary determination.
As for martial arts moves, Chen Xiang did not practice them completely according to the standards, and always felt that "almost" was enough.
However, Nao Nao doesn't care too much about this. After all, everyone's height, body shape, and hobbies are different. If you want to fully utilize the power of martial arts, you must make personalized adjustments.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "As long as he finds a few opponents of the same level in the future, has a few good fights, and then reviews and optimizes, his martial arts will definitely reach a higher level."
Nagging thought to himself.
Of course, he knew well that he could not rush for success and directly challenge a stronger opponent, otherwise Chenxiang's Taoist heart might be damaged and he would be unable to recover.
Currently, the only thing Agarwood needs is the accumulation of mana.
However, this is a long-term and arduous task, and most people can only rely on the passage of time to slowly accumulate.
Although Chen Xiang has outstanding talent, and one day's cultivation results are equivalent to others' hundred days, but if he wants to fight Yang Jian, he may still need to practice hard for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Although he has never fought against Yang Jian so far, judging from Yang Jian's reputation as the God of War in the Three Realms, his magical powers must not be inferior to his own.
And among the immortals who can stand at the top of the Three Realms, which one was not a peerless genius?
Thinking of this, Nagging couldn't help but touch his chin, looked up at the sky, and whispered in his heart: "I don't know how the old man, Laojun, is doing lately? I hope he is well."
Nag Nao felt depressed when he thought about the journey to the West.
The old man's level of enthusiasm was simply staggering and outrageous.
Everyone in Laojun's Mansion, whether it was the two young Taoist boys or the honest old cow, were all involved in this huge scripture-seeking operation. Even the various treasures collected in Laojun's Mansion, and even the old man
The trouser belts you carry with you seem to be pulled by an invisible force and brought to the mortal world.
When he went to heaven angrily and wanted to complain to the Jade Emperor, the old man pretended to be innocent. He held up the loose waistband of his trousers with one hand and wavered with the other. He plausibly said he didn't know anything.
Extremely outrageous!
If you think about it carefully, the old man made things difficult for his four masters and disciples. To a certain extent, it seemed that he owed us a favor invisibly.
With this in mind, why not take this opportunity to go to Laojun's Mansion and ask for some precious elixirs from him to replenish the disciple's body, which can also be regarded as a kind of comfort for their hard journey.
Hey, this is a great idea!
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In the ninth heaven, the majestic figure of Nantianmen stands above the clouds, exuding a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
"Nagging, why did you bring me here? Where exactly is this place?" Chenxiang followed closely behind his cheap master, Nagging, easily getting rid of the siege of the heavenly soldiers led by Roaring Sky Dog, and asked with curiosity on his face.
The seventy-two transformations of Tiangang's magical power are indeed extraordinary. As long as they are not too deliberate when used, even ordinary gods will have difficulty distinguishing the authenticity from the fake.
Hearing this, Nagging chuckled, with a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes: "This is Heaven. I have a few old friends here. I'll bring you here to visit and have some late night snacks."
When Chen Xiang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.
Come to your uncle's house to "make trouble"? This is so exciting and fun!
After a while, Nagging led Agarwood to a remote place.
Chen Xiang was surprised in his heart. With his magical eyes, he saw that the heaven was tightly wrapped by a huge formation, with portals only in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
However, a huge gap appeared in front of me, as if it was torn apart by some incomparably powerful force.
According to common sense, the immortal formation has the ability to repair itself, but this gap seems to be blocked by some kind of force. The golden light and silver light at the edge are intertwined and competing, and it can never be healed.
Heavenly Court was obviously aware of this, so it deployed a dense dragnet behind the gap to completely block it.
Although this kind of protection is not as tight and powerful as the heavenly formation, it is not easy to destroy. Once there is any movement, other god generals will come quickly.
"Nagging, what's going on with this gap? Who can have such magical power to tear such a big hole in the heavenly formation and make it irreparable?" Chen Xiang couldn't help but asked curiously.
After hearing this, Nagging's expression became a little complicated. He sighed with emotion, shook his head, then turned around and walked slowly towards the direction of Nantianmen.
This place was once part of his youth!
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In front of the Nantian Gate, Nagging hid in the dark and quietly observed for a moment. He couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart, and whispered to himself: "Why are there only two heavenly soldiers guarding today? Where are the demon mirror and the four heavenly kings?"
He frowned and thought for a moment, feeling that today's situation was quite abnormal. But then he thought about it, he was just here to borrow some items, and even if he was discovered, it wouldn't be a big deal given his status as the Victorious Buddha.
After making up his mind, he swayed and instantly transformed into Yang Jian, shining with silver armor and extremely handsome. He was about to reach out to scratch his chin, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly calmed down his expression, becoming serious and indifferent, and strode like lightning.
Walk towards Nantianmen.
Seeing this, the guard greeted him enthusiastically: "The real king is back?"
Yang Jian ignored him and walked straight into the Tianmen. The guards didn't take it seriously. After all, the God of Justice has always been so aloof and cool. Otherwise, how could he be called the "God of Justice"?
However, just as Yang Jian was about to leave, a deafening shout suddenly came from behind: "Hey! Yang Jian, please leave, I will give you a stick!"
Immediately afterwards, I saw "Yang Jian"'s legs weakened, and he knelt down directly on the ground, crying: "Ah, Grandpa Sun, have mercy on me, Grandpa Sun, have mercy on me! Yang Jian never dares to step into Mount Emei again!"
Sun Wukong picked up "Yang Jian" by his ears and said angrily: "Come, follow me to see your uncle. I want to ask for an explanation from him!" With that, he dragged him towards the Lingxiao Palace.
"Ouch, ouch~ Grandpa Sun, please be gentle, be gentle!" "Yang Jian" was being carried in the air while screaming and begging for mercy.
Looking at the two great gods leaving, the two guards behind them looked at each other and almost laughed out loud. They quickly covered their mouths and turned around, pretending not to see anything.
But their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Justice God, that’s it?
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Half a day ago, in the Judiciary Temple, Yang Jian had just finished handling the complicated official duties. With a flick of his finger, the image of agarwood appeared in the void.
Looking at Chen Xiang's increasingly sophisticated spells and magical powers, he nodded with satisfaction, his eyes shining with joy.
Immediately afterwards, the scene changed, and Sun Wukong brought his nephew Chenxiang to the heaven, preparing to borrow the golden elixir from Laojun. Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's smile became even wider, and the corner of his mouth curled up, as if he had everything under control.
"This is what it feels like to be a chess player. I am high up, overlooking all living beings in the three realms. Whether they are immortals, gods, Buddhas or mysterious beings, they are all under my plan and control." Yang Jian sighed secretly in his heart, enjoying the achievement of strategizing.
feel.
However, as time passed, when his eyes fell on the image of Yang Jian in front of Nantian Gate, who was in a state of embarrassment and being bullied by Sun Wukong, the smile on his face gradually solidified.
Good guy!
This monkey is so bold!
At this moment, a little yellow cat jumped out of the corner, tilted its head, and raised a playful smile on the corner of its mouth.
"Meow~" the little yellow cat meowed softly.
[I rushed to the scene immediately to laugh!]
This is the law of conservation of smiles: smiles will not disappear out of thin air, they will only move from one person's face to another!
