Chapter 135: Li Jing: Died miserably! Too miserably!

Human world, on the journey to the west.

Tang An held another Demon-Reflecting Mirror in her hand, checking the situation of the Demon-Reflecting Mirror on Li Jing's side in sync.

It was equivalent to being able to watch Li Jing's live broadcast for fun on the journey to seek scriptures, how happy.

"Hahahaha~"

Tang An suddenly let out a burst of laughter; it wasn't that her laughter point was low, it was really that Li Jing was too miserable.

Rather than saying he was riding the Scorpion Spirit, it was better to say he had become the Scorpion Spirit's punching bag.

The Scorpion Spirit saw Li Jing as miserable as her, and was bullied by Tang An and the others to this extent, so she had no awe for him at all in her heart.

So whenever the Scorpion Spirit was unhappy, she thought of sneaking an attack on Li Jing, stinging him until he had a big bump on his butt and head.

The two of them tossed and turned all the way, but whenever they heard any wind or grass moving, they couldn't care about fighting and tossing, and were so scared they fled for their lives together.

"If it weren't for the monster that dared to sting the Buddha, Li Jing would have no presence in front of her at all."

If it weren't for the Scorpion Spirit remembering Tang An's words, keeping Li Jing as that lightning rod, or being able to save her life, who knew how she would have stung Li Jing.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded, scaring Tang An so much she almost dropped the Demon-Reflecting Mirror in her hand.

"The good show is coming, the good show is coming, the Buddha is about to strike." Tang An handed the Demon-Reflecting Mirror to Nezha, telling him to channel Dharma power and project it into the air for everyone to watch together.

It would be a pity to miss this excitement.

At Li Jing and the Scorpion Spirit's place.

The two had just stopped to rest when they suddenly sensed thunder rolling in the sky, and it was golden thunder.

Whether it was Li Jing or the Scorpion Spirit, they had dealt with Lingshan. So they were extremely clear that that golden thunder was probably from the Buddha's hand.

"Can't! Can't hit!"

Li Jing was poisoned by the scorpion; those in the sky couldn't hear what he was mumbling.

And Li Jing had heard Tang An say what the consequences would be after this Demon-Reflecting Mirror was broken. So, no matter what, he couldn't let the Buddha break the Demon-Reflecting Mirror.

It wasn't that he was loyal, but that he and the Scorpion Spirit had been swaying all the way, and hadn't gone too far, and hadn't spread the scene to several places between heaven and earth.

But once the Demon-Reflecting Mirror broke, it would really be known to the Three Realms!

At that time, no matter what, the Buddha would never spare his life.

"Ugh! %&#..."

Li Jing's mouth couldn't speak clearly, and he could only wave his hands, signaling that the golden thunder couldn't break the Demon-Reflecting Mirror.

But the Buddha didn't know; in the eyes of the Buddha and the Buddhas, Li Jing's actions were no different from provocation.

"Crackle!"

Another golden thunderbolt headed straight for Li Jing's head.

Li Jing's eyeballs were about to pop out, but he had to bite the bullet and protect the Demon-Reflecting Mirror.

He knew that this was a moment of life and death. If he was injured, he could still live. But if the Demon-Reflecting Mirror broke, he would definitely die.

The Scorpion Spirit hid to the side, only then knowing what Tang An meant by a lightning rod.

Those golden thunders only hit Li Jing alone, and no one noticed her existence at all.

"Pfft~"

Li Jing spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his body uncontrollably falling forward, taking the opportunity to press the Demon-Reflecting Mirror under his body.

He kept spitting blood and couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head, signaling that the Buddha couldn't break the Demon-Reflecting Mirror.

But his behavior in the eyes of the Buddhas of the sky and the Buddha was more like resisting to the death to protect that Demon-Reflecting Mirror.

"Amituofo." In the Great Heroic Treasure Hall, the Buddha closed his eyes.

At the same time, a golden thunderbolt as thick as a vat mouth struck Li Jing straight down with lightning speed.

This time, even if Li Jing wanted to hide, there was nowhere to hide, and it was too late to hide.

"Pfft!"

Li Jing's body lay on the ground twitching, most of his body was scorched by the golden thunder, only his feet and the head above his shoulders were still preserved.

He looked at the sky, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but could no longer speak, and could no longer spit blood.

Until his eyes were quickly dyed with a touch of gray, the once majestic Li Heavenly King finally ate the evil fruit and died at the hands of the Buddha.

As for what he was thinking before he died, and what words he wanted to say, no one knew.

Seeing this, Tang An looked at Nezha, whose eyes were slightly complex.

It wasn't sadness, but a complex emotion of sighing at the world.

After all, for so many years, his fate had always been tied to Li Jing. Now, this last trace of connection could finally be considered completely ended.

"People are dead, only then are the past clouds and smoke really scattered." Tang An said this to Nezha.

"The cause and effect between you and him is completely ended; do you have any regrets in your heart?"

Nezha lowered his eyes and sneered, "I only regret coming too late today."

"Clang~"

A crisp sound rang out, and the Demon-Reflecting Mirror on Tang An's side lost the scene on the other side.

"Oh ho, it's really broken now."

"The Demon-Reflecting Mirror is broken, Li Jing is also broken, the Buddhas of the sky, I'm afraid they are also going to be broken."

Sure enough, the moment the Demon-Reflecting Mirror broke, the fragments of the Demon-Reflecting Mirror projected those scenes to every corner of the Three Realms.

Like the last flash of the Epiphyllum, it also let the beings of the Three Realms see what kind of faces the Buddhas of the Western Heaven had.

This was the result Tang An truly wanted!

"Look, they are really going to be broken," Tang An pointed to the scene in the air, and they saw it too.

And seeing this, the Buddhas of Lingshan had their sky collapse again and again.

Each one was petrified on the spot, broken into slag.

So Li Jing protecting the Demon-Reflecting Mirror just now was to prevent this from happening?

And they... they were egging on the Buddha to execute Li Jing.

This was truly like retribution, lifting a rock only to drop it on their own feet, and even smashing their bones into pieces!

Ah!!!!!

It's over, everything is over.

At the Heavenly Court.

The Jade Emperor was watching Chang'e dance when he suddenly noticed those scenes.

Comparing them at this moment, where was Chang'e's dance as good-looking as the excitement of Lingshan.

"Li Jing is dead? Killed by the Buddha?"

"Good, good, good, killed well, own people killed own people, truly wonderful, wonderful."

The Jade Emperor was in high spirits, lying leisurely on the soft couch, "Continue the music, continue the dance."

Everywhere in the human world.

All the monks who followed Buddhism doubted life, doubted the world, and doubted themselves.

And the human people treated this as after-dinner tea, mostly cursing the Buddha of the Western Heaven for being hypocritical, not doing human things, and daring to assassinate the Heavenly King of the Heavenly Court.

The speed at which the rumors spread, and the various conspiracy theories about Lingshan, could be described as extremely wonderful.

Everywhere in the Underworld.

The little ghosts were scared to death, fearing that if they took a look at what they shouldn't, they would immediately fly away.

Even the Ten Yama Kings covered their eyes, not daring to look, but wanting to look.

Didn't want to laugh, but this excitement was really too big! Each one was holding it in very hard.

"Amituofo."

The Buddhist sound in the Underworld, except for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, there was no one else.

"The Journey to the West Calamity has gone wrong."

However, he had long vowed that he would not become a Buddha until Hell was empty. Regarding this matter, he was truly powerless.

Western Heaven, Great Thunder Sound Temple.

The Buddha had already invited the Buddhas away; currently, only the Buddha and the Three Great Bodhisattvas remained. Wenshu, Puxian, Guanyin.

"The Journey to the West Calamity should not be like this."

"Now the variables are too big; only by correcting the chaos can we continue to promote the Journey to the West Calamity and develop in a direction favorable to the prosperity of my Buddhism."

"What do you think?"

The three Bodhisattvas lowered their heads and bowed, "I ask the Buddha to point out the maze."

The Buddha raised his hand and waved, and behind the three Bodhisattvas, four people appeared.

They were Tang An, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha.

Whether it was their demeanor or appearance, they were exactly the same as the four master and disciples in the human world.

"This is..." Guanyin was terrified in her heart; was she really guessed through?! ===== CHAPTER 136 =====