Chapter 162: The Anger of the Chechi Kingdom Citizens

Looking at the backs of the crowd, Yang Jian didn't understand why they would be like this. Weren't those monks also human? They were suffering now, why couldn't anyone see it?

"Without your help, could I not save the Chechi Kingdom?" Yang Jian snorted coldly and turned to leave.

After Yang Jian left, Dapeng sighed. This Yang Jian had been too miserable when he was young, and fortunately, he was helped by the Ren Sect. So since he became a disciple of the Ren Sect, he had placed the status of the Ren Sect and the human race a bit high in his heart, which led to him being unable to see even a trace of human suffering. That was why he had his first disagreement with everyone on this matter in the Chechi Kingdom.

"After he suffers a setback, he will naturally know what is going on." Xuanzang looked at Dapeng and said.

"Let him be. Let's just rest here for these two days." Sun Wukong also sighed.

On the side of the Women's Kingdom, Pan Huang also shook his head. He knew Yang Jian was well-intentioned, and he also saw that the Chechi Kingdom had problems, but he didn't manage it, because this time Laozi was very smart. He didn't coerce, didn't bewitch, and didn't deceive. This time there was only sincerity. Just as Dapeng said, the human race had its own way of operating. Excessive intervention in the operation of the human race would instead be bad.

Even Changxi, this silly one, saw this, but Yang Jian didn't see it. Perhaps he saw it, but he just didn't want to admit it.

After leaving Xuanzang and the others, Yang Jian came to the Taiqing Temple. This was the place he had found. This was where the National Preceptors of the Chechi Kingdom were, and everything in the Chechi Kingdom was their masterpiece.

After Yang Jian arrived here, he didn't immediately go to find trouble with them, but walked into this Taiqing Temple. He wanted to see what kind of goods these three National Preceptors were.

After entering the Taiqing Temple, Yang Jian found that the incense here was very prosperous, and every person who came here had a happy and satisfied smile on their face, which made Yang Jian's brow frown.

This seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined. In Yang Jian's imagination, this place should be very cold and cheerless. After all, the fate of those monks outside was there, but the facts were exactly the opposite.

After Yang Jian entered the Taiqing Temple, he began to observe the people inside. He wanted to find a trace of disharmony, but after looking inside and out, he didn't find any unreasonable places, which made him somewhat unwilling.

Until the sun went down, Yang Jian didn't find any abnormalities in this Taiqing Temple.

The next day.

The unwilling Yang Jian came directly to the Royal Palace and found the King.

"I don't know why the Elder is looking for this King?" The King of the Chechi Kingdom looked at Yang Jian and asked.

"Do you know that your Chechi Kingdom is about to be finished?" Yang Jian looked at the King before him and said coldly.

"What does the Elder mean by this? If you can't say something reasonable, even if you are an Immortal, this King will not let you go." The King of the Chechi Kingdom heard Yang Jian's words and looked at him coldly.

"I ask you, are those monks in the city human?" Yang Jian asked.

"Yes, but so what?" The King looked at Yang Jian, and a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I ask you again, are those monks your subjects?" Yang Jian asked again.

"What exactly do you want to say?" The King was somewhat impatient.

"Since they are human, and they are your subjects, why do you treat them like this?" Yang Jian finally said the last sentence.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" The King looked at Yang Jian and asked.

"I am a disciple of the Ren Sect, the Judicial Heavenly God of the Holy Court, and have the right to ask about this matter." Yang Jian immediately revealed his identity.

"So what? What do you want to say? Let this King release those monks? Or return the temple to them?"

"So what if you are a disciple of the Ren Sect? So what if you are the Judicial Heavenly God of the Holy Court? This is the human world. The human world has its own laws. You have come all the way from the Great Tang, haven't you seen slaves? Haven't you seen humans killing each other?" The King just finished saying this, and seeing Yang Jian wanting to say something, he asked again.

Upon hearing the King's words, Yang Jian didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Therefore, this King's Chechi Kingdom is what it is, you have no right to ask." Seeing Yang Jian unable to speak, the King snorted coldly.

"The National Preceptor in your country is a demon, do you know? You are so biased, this Chechi Kingdom will sooner or later be destroyed in your hands." Yang Jian saw that this King simply couldn't listen to his words, so he had to say some relatively heavy remarks.

"Presumptuous!" The next second, the King roared, and the Fortune Golden Dragon appeared directly on his body, and a pressure appeared on Yang Jian's body.

With his current strength, he simply didn't fear this pressure, but he still lowered his head slightly.

"Leave now, this King will pretend you didn't say what you just said, otherwise this King will ask for Saint judgment." The King stared at Yang Jian, his language extremely cold.

Yang Jian sighed. Just as he was preparing to leave, the three National Preceptors came together, because they perceived the movement of the Chechi Kingdom's fortune, so they headed straight for the Royal Palace.

"So it was you who bewitched my human race King?" Seeing these three people, endless anger immediately erupted in Yang Jian's eyes.

Goat-Power Great Immortal looked at Yang Jian's angry appearance, and was somewhat puzzled for a moment: "Bewitched? When did we bewitch the Great King?"

"If it weren't for you, could my human race citizens be wandering the streets? Today I will get rid of you for the citizens of this Chechi Kingdom." Yang Jian said, taking out his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.

"Hahahaha, since you say so, then come." Tiger-Power Great Immortal suddenly laughed loudly.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's attack landed on them. But at this instant, a golden light suddenly appeared on the bodies of these three National Preceptors, blocking most of Yang Jian's attack. The three of them were still knocked flying by Yang Jian, and after landing, they spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the aura on their bodies withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Boom—

After the three National Preceptors landed, the Chechi Kingdom's Fortune Golden Dragon directly slammed into Yang Jian, knocking Yang Jian flying backward. However, this didn't cause any substantial damage to Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian's expression was unusually ugly, because he was actually attacked by the human race's fortune. As a disciple of the Ren Sect and the Judicial Heavenly God of the human race's Holy Court, he was actually attacked by the human race's Fortune Golden Dragon, which made him very uncomfortable.

Before Yang Jian could say anything, a black-red thread suddenly appeared in the void and wrapped directly around Yang Jian's body. Seeing this black-red thread, Yang Jian's expression changed drastically.

"Karma! How could there be karma?" He couldn't understand. Suddenly, Yang Jian looked at Tiger-Power Great Immortal and the other two.

At this time, the three of them were barely standing straight with the King's support.

"Do you know what the Chechi Kingdom was like before?" Tiger-Power Great Immortal looked at the karma on Yang Jian's body and said with a smile.

"You should still be wondering why karma would appear on your body, right?" Goat-Power Great Immortal also spoke at this time.

Deer-Power Great Immortal didn't speak, because he had been coughing. Clearly, his injury was somewhat heavier than the other two.

After Goat-Power Great Immortal finished speaking, he took the lead in releasing the merit golden light in his body, followed by Tiger-Power Great Immortal and Deer-Power Great Immortal. Although this merit golden light was very faint, it was still enough to handle Yang Jian.

"Since you are so protective of those bald donkeys, let us show you what the Chechi Kingdom was like before, and let you see if those bald donkeys are worth your protection." Seeing Yang Jian's gloomy expression, Tiger-Power Great Immortal said with a smile.

After speaking, Tiger-Power Great Immortal placed his right index and middle fingers on the King's brow, and then a memory was extracted.

"Extracting our memories, I'm afraid you will think we are faking it, but the Great King's memory cannot be faked. After all, the Fortune Golden Dragon does not allow us to harm the Great King. Look at it carefully, this is the human race you want to protect." Tiger-Power Great Immortal said with a smile, his face full of mocking smiles.

After speaking, the three of them sat cross-legged and began to heal their injuries. Just as they were healing, the King even released the Fortune Golden Dragon to help them heal, which made Yang Jian's heart waver, but the next second he was attracted by the scene in the memory.

As the memory screen progressed, Yang Jian's expression became more and more gloomy, and the clenched fist showed his inner restlessness.

In the King's memory screen, the actions of those monks Yang Jian wanted to protect in the Chechi Kingdom over these years were displayed.

They used the banner of Spirit Mountain to cheat and swindle in the Chechi Kingdom. They didn't engage in production, yet they had thousands of acres of fertile land. They didn't raise children themselves, but forced others to become monks. They talked about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha, but behind their backs, they picked up the butcher's knife themselves, and even swung the butcher's knife at the citizens, and even the succession of the Chechi Kingdom's throne had the shadows of those monks.

"Do you know now? Should those bald donkeys have such treatment? Should they?" The King saw that Yang Jian's expression was somewhat bad and asked sharply.

Yang Jian lowered his head and didn't speak. He didn't know what to say now. The weak he wanted to protect, he didn't expect they were once the existence that bullied the weak, and the strong he criticized were actually the weak of the past.

The memory screen was not long, but it covered nearly half of the King's life. Since he was sensible, these monks had been acting recklessly in this Chechi Kingdom, until the arrival of the three National Preceptors.

"Speak? Why don't you speak now?" Seeing Yang Jian not speaking, the King stepped forward and questioned.

"When we were suffering, your so-called Ren Sect, your so-called Holy Court didn't come. Now that we have started to enjoy happiness, you have come. But the first thing you did when you came was to want to rescue the people who once persecuted us. Hahahaha! You say, is this funny or not?" By the end, the King actually laughed directly.

Yang Jian really couldn't face the four people before him. He bowed to the King and the three Tiger-Power Great Immortals, and then disappeared from the spot.

"This matter will not end like this." Looking at the place where Yang Jian left, the King said coldly.

That afternoon, the Taiqing Temple announced its closure. Just when the citizens didn't know what was going on, a notice was posted in the Royal Palace. The notice pointed out that it was because of the Ren Sect disciple, and the King of the Chechi Kingdom even specifically bolded the words "Ren Sect disciple" and "Human Race Holy Court."

After reading the notice, the anger of the Chechi Kingdom's citizens was instantly ignited. This Ren Sect disciple actually wanted to rescue the people who once persecuted them. Rescue these people who once persecuted them to do what? Continue to persecute us?

This news soon spread, and by the next day, it had spread to the towns around the capital. All the Chechi Kingdom citizens who heard this news were angry. Was this the Ren Sect they worshipped? Was this the Holy Court they worshipped?

Thinking of this, the Chechi Kingdom citizens threw away the Pan Huang statues and Di Xin statues in their homes one after another, and replaced them with the Taiqing Saint's statues.

Tang Valley.

Upon sensing the surge in the power of faith, Taishang Laojun was stunned at first, but when he realized the cause, a smile appeared on his face: "Hahaha, Yang Jian, oh Yang Jian, I must thank you. Once I have successfully schemed to obtain the fortune of the Chechi Kingdom, I will certainly write you a thank-you letter."

In the Kingdom of Women, Pan Huang saw this scene in the Chechi Kingdom and merely sighed slightly; he did not intervene in any way.

"Husband, are you not going to do anything about it?" Changxi looked at the scene before them and asked.

"The human race has its own way of operating; this is their own choice." Pan Huang shook his head.

"But those three little demons are clearly the handiwork of the Saint of Great Purity!" Xihe also hurriedly said.

"But it cannot be denied that they also saved the entire Chechi Kingdom, did they not? And in the process, they were truly helping the common people of the Chechi Kingdom," Pan Huang said, looking at the two sisters, Xihe and Changxi.

How could he not know that this was Laozi's conspiracy? But what could he do? If the Ren Sect or the Saint Court were to intervene now, it would only be counterproductive.

"Let it be. We kept too tight a watch on the human race before. They have their own thoughts and their own ways of operating; let us not interfere," Pan Huang said, shaking his head.

After saying this, he sent messages to the Saint Court and his disciples, telling them not to concern themselves with the affairs of the Chechi Kingdom anymore.

After sending the messages, he sent another to the ancestral land of the human race, telling them to withdraw the ancestral temple from the Chechi Kingdom, as it no longer held any significance there. Finally, Pan Huang communicated with the Kongtong Seal and severed the link to the fortune of the Chechi Kingdom.

This was unavoidable. If the situation were allowed to continue, Taishang Laojun would certainly use the Chechi Kingdom to slowly erode the human race. Therefore, to prevent the majority of the human race from falling under the control of Taishang Laojun, Pan Huang had no choice but to sever the connection with the Chechi Kingdom.

Fortunately, this severing of the connection was not instantaneous. It was a process that would take about thirty to fifty years for the Chechi Kingdom to be completely disconnected from the human race.

It was three days later when Yang Jian learned of this matter.

"What?" Yang Jian looked at Dapeng, his face full of surprise and panic.

"It is just as you heard. The ancestral temple in the Chechi Kingdom has been removed. I asked my eldest brother, and he said it was the Master's intention," Dapeng said, looking at Yang Jian.

"After the ancestral temple is removed, what will happen to the people of the Chechi Kingdom?" Yang Jian asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. That is not for us to worry about," Dapeng shook his head.

Hearing Dapeng say this, Yang Jian staggered back two steps. He did not know what he should say or what he should do. He was afraid that he would make the wrong move again, and in the end, he could only sit helplessly on the ground.

"I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. I really just wanted to help the human race here. I really..." By the end, Yang Jian could no longer speak; after all, the deed was done.

(End of chapter)