Chapter 485: Uncle Doesn't Care, Grandmother Doesn't Love

The five celestial palaces, the faces of the Five Emperors were all quite grim.

Not to mention the Qing Emperor being first blasted apart by Tang Luo's palm strike, later the Four Emperors joined forces with the divine soldiers and generals, unexpectedly still no match for the opponent.

The Four Emperors even couldn't determine whether Tang Xuanzang had exerted his full effort.

This demon monk, clearly should have been injured by now.

"Looks like we have no choice……" the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors made up their minds.

Two failures do not mean they have completely lost, they still have their trump cards.

The five splendid celestial palaces, the sky formed by the power of incense began to slowly dissipate.

On the other side, Tang Luo asked a question.

Before Jin Dasheng could say anything.

The ground beneath everyone's feet suddenly trembled, shaking violently.

Tang Luo and the others simultaneously looked toward a direction, where originally there was a plain, now the earth kept rising, bulging upward.

Shortly after, an incomparably towering mountain appeared there.

This mountain was entirely black, looking like a single piece, with no vegetation on it, let alone animals, not even any soil visible.

Only extremely hard rocks and jagged strange stones.

Obviously, this was not the work of nature's supernatural craftsmanship—at least certainly altered by human hands later.

"Mount Hua?"

Zhu Bajie spoke up.

The Mount Hua he referred to was naturally not the real Mount Hua, but symbolic, the mountain that imprisoned the Holy Mother of the Three Skies.

This mountain that suddenly appeared is very likely that very mountain imprisoning the Holy Mother of the Three Skies.

But why did it suddenly appear?

Could it be that the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, those fellows from Mei Mountain, wanted to use the Holy Mother of the Three Skies as a hostage?

Where is Yang Jian now?

Jin Dasheng saw Tang Luo and the others all looking at him, couldn't help but retreat a step.

"Do you recognize this mountain?" Tang Luo said.

"This is the secluded dwelling of the Third Princess……" Jin Dasheng said.

"Secluded, not imprisoned?" Ao Yulie wondered.

According to the current situation, he suspects the Seven Monsters of Mei Mountain betrayed Yang Jian and Yang Chan, locking up the Holy Mother of the Three Skies.

As for Yang Jian, he should have retreated after serious injury, or encountered some other mishap.

Leading to the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors holding the Holy Mother of the Three Skies as a trump card, a rare commodity, letting Yang Jian be in a dilemma.

Of course, this is merely Ao Yulie's immature suspicion and speculation.

There are many other doubts and contradictions, such as the Seven Monsters of Mei Mountain only six appeared, where is the other one, did he die?

Furthermore, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors and the Yang family have completely fallen out, why are Yang Jian's portraits still hanging in those temples?

Forcing Yang Jian onto the divine path is obviously not a reason.

The power of incense, as long as one does not deliberately accept it, will not affect oneself.

Moreover, if Yang Jian truly walked the divine path, given current folk sayings, the position of the Holy Sage True Lord is still above the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors.

With proper management, one can also regain the position.

Even if for various reasons, Yang Jian was indeed overthrown by his household guards and placed at a disadvantage.

Tang Luo and the others appearing, causing a commotion, Yang Jian should come out to meet them, being proud does not mean being foolish.

In such a perilous situation, having reinforcements appear while hiding, that would be called foolish.

As the monkey's summoned reinforcements, Yang Jian also appeared during the Journey to the West.

Everyone helping each other is natural, not something shameful.

Some explanations seem reasonable at first glance, but upon closer examination, many places don't make sense.

I don't know if Jin Dasheng can give a reasonable answer.

"Imprisoned? If speaking of imprisonment, it can actually be said this way." Jin Dasheng said.

"Speak clearly, what are you selling?" Zhu Bajie urged, the people of Mei Mountain, what's wrong with them, liking to speak half-sentences.

"It's the True Lord who imprisoned the Third Princess." Jin Dasheng said, "This kind of thing is not good to say to outsiders."

"Yang Chan already has a child, we knew this long ago, what's the use of your concealment?" Zhu Bajie said.

Jin Dasheng's face changed slightly: "You knew?"

Before Zhu Bajie could answer.

Suddenly, a blade of light piercing heaven and earth appeared abruptly, instantly falling upon the black mountain.

The mountain trembled, a crack appeared, large amounts of black debris fell.

"Here." Zhu Bajie took out a jade slip, "Given by my grandnephew, he became an old schemer, always following us behind, secretly observing."

"……" Jin Dasheng obviously also knew Liu Shenxiang, remained silent.

"Zhu Bajie, stop him." Tang Luo suddenly said.

He recalled an embarrassing matter, whether completing the mission or failing it, they estimated they would leave this mission world.

Whether the request to stay behind will be fulfilled is an unknown.

Although through sacrificing the golden hoop, the next mission can return to this mission world, but that would undoubtedly be wasteful.

Being able to settle everything at once and then return is the best.

Therefore, we cannot let Liu Shenxiang successfully split the mountain, as for stopping him like this, will it directly complete the mission and make us leave.

Tang Luo believes the divine demon game will not so easily let them complete the mission.

This is also the fourteenth mission.

Over there, Zhu Bajie flew over to block Liu Chenxiang, and another cold gleam appeared, but this time the target of the attack was not that black mountain, but Zhu Bajie himself.

"Great nephew, you're ruthless!" Zhu Bajie let out a strange cry, dodged the cold gleam, and appeared in front of Liu Chenxiang.

Liu Chenxiang's beard, hair, and robes moved without wind, his face slightly fierce, his state looking somewhat strange: "Don't come over, I can't control this axe very well."

In his hand, he held an axe, a small firewood axe, besides the "Extinguish Gods" characters on the axe blade, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.

But just now those two strikes came from this axe, showing it is not ordinary.

Zhu Bajie narrowed his eyes, looking at the axe and said: "This also counts as an axe formed by 'incense wish power,' with your cultivation, not walking the divine path indeed makes it difficult to control."

The axe is not purely a magical treasure in the simple sense.

This axe is formed by gathering the thoughts of a group of people (estimated to be the Counter-Deity Society and others opposing immortals), coalescing into form.

Liu Chenxiang, with his thick brows and big eyes, on one hand opposes immortals, on the other hand uses the 'divine path' to condense weapons.

Of course, it's not saying his behavior is betrayal or anything like that.

After all, the weapon of criticism is not as solid as criticism with weapons, learning from the barbarians to control the barbarians, right?

Without some strength, relying solely on thought to oppose immortals is just talking nonsense.

"Put it away for now, come over with your pig uncle." Zhu Bajie said.

"Okay." Liu Chenxiang first glanced at that black mountain, noticed the crack he had just split open had actually already healed, then nodded and agreed.

He put away the axe, and the two returned to Tang Luo's side.

Liu Chenxiang looked at Jin Dasheng, his brows furrowed: "You..." He felt the person before him was very familiar.

Not from appearance, but more a feeling.

"I am the demon king." Jin Dasheng revealed a fierce smile, demonic aura surging to the heavens, killing intent pressing in.

Liu Chenxiang's face immediately sank; he had no fondness for immortals, nor did he have much fondness for that group of troublesome demons.

Immortals want to fight, demons also want to fight.

But Liu Chenxiang also didn't say any trash talk to express dissatisfaction; his slightly sunk face immediately recovered, and instead he slightly bowed and said: "Paying respects to the demon king."

Primary and secondary contradictions certainly need to be distinguished.

Now this demon king is on our side, so he is a comrade.

I, Liu Chenxiang, am a pragmatist.

"Heh." Jin Dasheng laughed once, also not knowing what it meant.

"Holy monk, this mountain probably imprisons my mother; wanting to see my mother and the Manifest Sage True Lord, I estimate we must open this mountain." Liu Chenxiang said to Tang Luo.

"Great nephew, why are you so pragmatic?" Zhu Bajie patted Liu Chenxiang's shoulder and said.

Just now seeing my attack was useless, without a word I came over, striking exactly at this idea.

"Don't rush." Tang Luo said, the matter of opening the mountain can be delayed a bit.

"Yang Jian is imprisoned with Yang Chan here, then where is Yang Jian himself?" Tang Luo looked at Jin Dasheng and asked, "The Five Direction Heavenly Emperors say you betrayed Yang Jian, established yourself as king?"

"Nonsense!"

Jin Dasheng's nostrils flared, he spat out two "white arrows," "Clearly they are the traitors! If the Holy Monk had wandered the mortal world, he would know, how many common people only know the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, yet don't know the Manifest Sage True Lord, the Manifest Sage True Lord is above the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, merely a symbolic status."

The implication is that the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors have emptied Yang Jian of substance.

"Then where is Yang Jian?" Tang Luo asked.

Whether it's emptied or not, who is the traitor, what matters is, where is Yang Jian?

Jin Dasheng pointed at the black mountain.

"Is Yang Jian also inside?" Zhu Bajie said.

Jin Dasheng nodded.

"You didn't say Yang Jian imprisoned Yang Chan?"

"Yeah, but the True Lord also similarly sealed himself here." Jin Dasheng said.

"Indeed a siscon." Ao Yulie muttered under his breath, his sister suddenly went out, then got pregnant by a wild man, even gave birth to a child.

Yang Jian was very angry, put his sister under house arrest, yet couldn't bear it, so simply stayed to accompany his sister.

Tsk tsk...

Wrong, saying it this way, how did the plot suddenly become absurd?

Is this not imprisonment play?

Not likely, given Yang Jian's character, it should just be imprisonment, no play.

"The family head suffers shame and hardship, as a family retainer yet acts mightily and prosperously, does nothing at all, even wants to occupy the magpie's nest, they are the traitors!" Jin Dasheng's anger rose, pointing directly at the conduct and ambition of the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors.

"Heh." Zhu Bajie laughed once, "This old ox of yours seems not much better either?"

Others become heavenly emperors, you become demon king, how much difference is there really?

"Well..." Jin Dasheng, provoked by Zhu Bajie, seemed to want to say something, then stopped.

"Well what?" Zhu Bajie asked, "Say it out, since you can recall my master, then you might as well recall more of 'the story he and some demons couldn't avoid telling'."

The threatening intent overflowed in words.

"So it's you." Liu Chenxiang suddenly said, "'Master'."

The last two characters carried no respect, rather an inexplicable flavor.

Jin Dasheng's movement paused for a moment, then he looked at Liu Chenxiang and said: "You figured it out?"

Concealment is useless, because the demon monk nearby wants to know the answer; if I don't speak, I'll only be flayed and skinned, dying very ugly.

"No, it's you telling me now." Liu Chenxiang let out a cold laugh.

"..." Jin Dasheng's nostrils again spat out two white arrows, fully showing his displeasure.

Liu Chenxiang directly turned his head away, not even glancing at Jin Dasheng.

"Hey, looks like you're not doing such a great job as a master." Zhu Bajie teased, "No wonder you're hiding it."

Liu Xiangxiang's path of cultivation was the one this Jin Dasheng led her into.

"I just couldn't judge the True Lord's attitude." Jin Dasheng said.

Zhu Bajie looked sympathetically at Liu Xiangxiang, white-haired, a great-nephew over three hundred years old.

Truly, the uncle doesn't dote, the grandmother doesn't love.