Chapter 131: Li Jing: I'm already like this, and you're still coming?

Great Sage Equal to Heaven?

Judicial God?

Great Deity of the Three Altars?

Heh...

She was just a tiny Scorpion Spirit; she just wanted to absorb some essence from the Destined One.

As a result, not only did she see the Buddhas of the sky pregnant, but she was also surrounded by three Killing Gods of the Heavenly Court?

No, what exactly did she do in her past life? Destroy the world? Otherwise, how could she experience such a tribulation?

Tang An looked at the Scorpion Spirit's expression of doubting life and cleared her throat.

"You don't have to be so pessimistic."

Scorpion Spirit's internal monologue: "Don't have to be so pessimistic? Could there be anything more pessimistic than this?"

Tang An continued, "You should also know that you saw what you shouldn't have."

"Before, the Buddha ordered to hunt you down; they might have just been going through the motions. But after today, once we leave, you'll see how they treat you."

"Of course, if you are smart enough, you should know that you should listen to my suggestion. After all, with these three here, you should be able to believe that I can get you a proper position in the Heavenly Court."

"I also suggest you consider carefully whether it's worse to offend the Buddhas of the Western Heaven and die first, or to offend them and lose your life first."

The Scorpion Spirit wanted to hesitate, wanted to consider, but anyone with even a tiny bit of brain should know what the clearest choice in front of her was, and what choice was most beneficial to her.

"It's just that if I listen to you, I'm afraid I'll be beheaded by the Buddhas before I even walk ten miles away from you, right?"

"Of course, so not only have I thought of your position, but I've also found you a lightning rod."

"Lightning rod?" The Scorpion Spirit didn't understand what this sentence meant.

Tang An looked at Nezha, and Nezha pointed to the Immortal Binding Rope on his body.

"Do the serious business first, I'll punish you later." Tang An retracted the Immortal Binding Rope.

Nezha sighed helplessly and immediately began to mutter incantations.

Tang An then looked at Yang Jian, "Li Jing will probably be here soon; you go to the Jade Emperor, hang her under Li Jing's name, and ask for a position as a mount."

She thought the Jade Emperor probably wouldn't refuse.

After all, the Jade Emperor had been tricked by Lingshan, almost having his military power hollowed out. If the Jade Emperor didn't have a shred of unhappiness in his heart, Tang An wouldn't believe it no matter what.

Now that there was finally a big spectacle to watch of the Buddha and Lingshan losing face, the Jade Emperor was probably going to get close no matter what; how could he give up such a good opportunity.

Even if Lingshan used this to make trouble, the Scorpion Spirit was also hung under Li Jing's name; if they had the ability, they could kill Li Jing, or let the Jade Emperor himself issue a decree to behead Li Jing.

No matter what, the Jade Emperor would be very willing.

Hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh in admiration again, "Master's methods are truly formidable."

"Always able to think of all kinds of strange ideas, always able to take out some treasures we've never seen before, yet able to win by surprise."

"Clearly it's a hole we poked, yet with a few words you let the Heavenly Court take the blame."

"Moreover, the Jade Emperor is very willing to take this blame."

He truly regretted not knowing Tang An sooner.

If it were back then...

If he had met Tang An back then, met Wukong and Nezha. That day at Taoshan, the ending would surely have been different.

Tang An saw the disappointment in Yang Jian's eyes, and this time, she dared to guarantee to Yang Jian.

"If we finish these Eighty-One Tribulations, I will definitely try my best to help you resurrect your mother."

Yang Jian's eyes brightened slightly; if it were in the past, he definitely wouldn't believe that a mortal could really do something even he couldn't do.

But if that mortal was Tang An, he believed it.

After all, the one who pulled Nezha out of the gloom, and could make one reborn again and again, was Tang An.

The one who could gather troops for Sun Wukong, with a million ghost soldiers in front and the Bull Demon King helping wholeheartedly behind, making him stand full of people behind him, was also Tang An.

The one who could stir up the Western Heaven, make the Buddhas of the sky lose all face, make the Heavenly Court see through the Buddhist conspiracy, make the human Buddhist incense almost cut off, and make Daoism flourish, was still Tang An.

Although there was no lack of their help in this, they were more like arms providing combat power. And Tang An was the backbone sitting in the center.

Just like Tang An said, their team, whether it was the four master and disciples, or Xiaotian Quan and Jiuyue, were the best partners who couldn't be without each other.

Yang Jian might not have dared to truly hope for Yaoji's resurrection before, but now that Tang An had solemnly proposed this matter, a spark of hope ignited in his heart as if a weight had been lifted.

"Yang Jian will definitely not fail the mission; I'll be back soon." Having said that, Yang Jian flew to the Heavenly Court.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Yang Jian left, something in free fall brushed past him.

"Bang!"

When this thing landed in front of Tang An and the others, smashing a deep pit in the ground, and after the dust settled, Tang An finally saw clearly.

"Oh, so it's Li Jing, not a thing."

Li Jing stood up from the pit; it had been a long time since they last met, and he no longer had any of the majestic and imposing appearance of the Li Heavenly King of the past.

At this moment, he still had his armor, but he didn't know if it was because Nezha would go up from time to time and use him as a sandbag to practice his spear. The armor had already been burned pitch-black by the Samadhi True Fire, and there were holes everywhere, very dilapidated.

He wore a golden hoop on his head; although he could maintain his hairstyle, because of Nezha's chanting, the golden hoop had already sunk deep into his skull, causing him to be red-eyed and blue veins to burst out in pain.

Plus, he accidentally fell from the sky and smashed down, causing his blood to surge, his Dharma power to run unsmoothly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Nezha, what exactly do you want?"

Nezha glanced at Li Jing, "What qualifications do you have to talk to this god?"

He used to be a pagoda base, but now he was simply nothing.

Li Jing still wanted to argue a bit, "Do you really not care about the old feelings of the past?"

If he hadn't mentioned the old feelings, it would have been fine; mentioning the old feelings, he simply deserved to be in pain to death.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!!"

Li Jing immediately grabbed the golden hoop on his head, completely losing his backbone, constantly begging for mercy.

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't chant anymore, don't chant anymore."

No one could understand the pain of being strangled by a golden hoop.

No one could experience the mental fear of hanging one's heart all day long, constantly worrying about the next moment being chanted the Tight-Fillet Spell.

And these were all things he had to face every day.

It was truly, life is worse than death, life is worse than death!

Nezha stopped chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell and signaled for Li Jing to look at Tang An. "Whatever she tells you to do, you do."

"Doing it doesn't necessarily mean you can live, but if you are treacherous and slippery, this god will definitely make your life worse than death."

Li Jing looked at Tang An, panting in pain; he knew that Tang An seemed the weakest, but was the most difficult to deal with among the master and disciples, and also the reverse scale that couldn't be touched.

"What do you want this King to do?"

"Hmm?" Nezha frowned, directly stabbing the Fire-Tipped Spear into Li Jing's back, "Say it again."

Nezha seemed to have injured Li Jing very seriously with the Fire-Tipped Spear, but he avoided the vital points in every move, just not letting Li Jing die.

After Li Jing spat out another mouthful of blood from Nezha's beating, his attitude clearly changed.

He bowed and said, "I don't know, Destined One, why did you call me here?" ===== CHAPTER 132 =====