Meng Po just mentioned it briefly, and the image of an old man suddenly flashed through Russell's mind. If there were people in this world who cared the most about Sun Wukong and were willing to give him the treasures of heaven and earth, there were only a few of them.
Patriarch Bodhi holds the fruit position of heaven and earth in his hands, which is the ticket to Daluo!
"It all depends on your luck. The fruition of heaven and earth is extremely rare and can only be obtained by true disciples. It is extremely difficult to obtain it."
Meng Po's figure slowly dissipated. "How to obtain the heavenly and earthly fruit position depends on your ability. This is also your last chance. Something happened to that little girl. I have to go see her..."
Little girl.
The one he is referring to is naturally the Little King of Hell.
Russell's heart moved. He hadn't seen her for several years since he came out. However, he was not in a hurry. He knew that the trouble the little King of Hell encountered was just a small trouble. Besides, it was only a few years, which was less than a few hours for mortals.
The most important thing is to think about how to obtain a heavenly and earthly fruit position from Bodhi Patriarch.
Russell continued to practice with concentration, but he still allocated a part of his soul to manage the City of the Dead. He personally selected the ghost soldiers, and then summoned his subordinate, General Zhong.
As a divine general appointed by the Heavenly Court, General Zhong was extremely powerful and had protected Russell for a period of time. However, he was surpassed by Russell in less than a few years.
What was once a great thigh has become a worthless thing. This world is truly a strange place.
Russell arranged him in the City of the Dead and helped him manage the entire city. After preparing for a long time and arranging all the affairs, he left with peace of mind.
This time he was much faster than when he came. Although he was blown here by Sun Wukong when he came, when he came back he turned into a Vermilion Bird, spread his wings, and soared into the sky. His flying speed was very fast. A single thought could take him a distance of 100,800 miles. It was much more comfortable than flying in the small world of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Russell was extremely happy when he saw the Flower-Fruit Mountain from afar. He slowly landed on the mountain and immediately found that something seemed wrong.
I saw a man wearing golden armor sitting opposite Sun Wukong, with a dog at his feet, an eye on his forehead, and a three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand. He looked back domineeringly, and his identity was naturally self-evident.
Erlang, the law enforcement god of the Three Realms, appears as the true Lord Yang Jian!
Not only Yang Jian was there, but Nezha was also there. Behind him stood a large group of heavenly soldiers and generals, serving them respectfully.
Seeing Russell flying back, everyone's expressions looked a little strange. The little King of Hell sat at the feet of Sun Wukong, desperately looking at him with his eyes.
Russell's heart skipped a beat.
broken!
Erlang Shen looked at Russell with a hint of a sneer in his eyes, "Sun Wukong! You just said that he is not here with you!"
"You've got the wrong person!"
"Bullshit! I have three eyes!"
Sun Wukong sighed helplessly, "I told you a long time ago that your eyes are not very good. You need to get them treated. Three eyes are not as good as two."
"snort!"
Hearing Sun Wukong's unreasonable demands, Erlang Shen stood up and raised the three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand. The heavenly soldiers behind him stepped forward. Nezha looked apologetic but had no choice but to draw his weapons.
As to whether it is releasing water or releasing it into the sea, it is hard to say.
Erlang Shen took a step forward and looked at Russell with dignity, "I am Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven, and I have been ordered to capture you!"
He raised the long sword in his hand as fast as silver light, but was stopped by a golden light in mid-air. Sun Wukong waved his stick and laughed at the side, "Hehe, Master, after so many years, you still have the same temper. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't scare the children~~"
"This is the Queen Mother's order. You know I'm always soft-hearted and I can't stand her nagging. Come on, monkey, let's have a fight. I've been bored to death lately."
Erlang Shen shook his three-pointed double-edged spear and pulled the Roaring Sky Dog over to him. "Let's make it clear in advance. This Roaring Sky Dog is a part of me, Erlang Shen. It's fine for me to take him with me, but you are not allowed to use the power of Daluo."
“Okay, okay!”
Sun Wukong waved his stick and said, "I'm tired of eating vegetarian food and talking about Buddhism in Huaguo Mountain. Why don't we go to the East China Sea and have some fun!"
"Go, go, go! I'll leave this to you, Third Prince. You must capture this man."
As he said that, Erlang Shen waved his hand again and took away all the heavenly soldiers and generals. His reason was very sufficient. The monkey was a great master and he was afraid he could not defeat him, so he asked the heavenly soldiers and generals to attack together.
Those heavenly soldiers and generals remained silent. If a real fight broke out, even if there were ten times more of them, they would not be beaten with a single stick. So let me ask you, can you act more realistically
Give us a holiday too
Everyone flew to a distant place on auspicious clouds to watch the battle between Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen. It was a thrilling battle between the Golden Immortals, which was an eye-opener for the younger generations like them.
Russell was completely confused. Didn't they agree to come and capture him? He was even planning to take out the Yin Gui Seal and fight to the death.
Why did you leave suddenly
"Little Russell, I heard that you also practiced the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, come on!"
Nezha took out his Fire Spear and looked at Russell with a joking expression, "Let me see how good you are."
You, a Golden Immortal, bully me, a Mysterious Immortal
Russell took out the Ruyi Stick helplessly, comforted the little King of Hell, turned into a red light and disappeared in the sky. Nezha followed closely behind him, and the two figures suddenly arrived in the East China Sea.
On one side is Sun Wukong against Erlang Shen.
The other side is Russell versus Nezha.
"It's time to start! Little guy, I will hold back!"
Nezha raised the flaming spear in his hand high, but seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that he wanted to take the opportunity to beat someone up.
Russell was somewhat helpless. "He is a heavenly soldier, a heavenly general, Erlang Shen, and the Third Prince. What crime have I committed to cause the Heavenly Court to punish me so harshly?"
"It's not a crime, I just want you to be an official in heaven!"
"Ask me to be an official?"
"Fight and talk at the same time!"
Nezha raised his flaming spear, and a cold light suddenly came. The fiery red light scared Russell so much that he concentrated his mind, but he still had no time to react. He was hit on the body, and the strong pain made him grimace.
"Such a cruel move..."
"Hey, I'm the Third Prince. If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to stab you again!"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
Russell had already received the true teachings of Sun Wukong. Facing Nezha who was deliberately suppressing his strength, he felt no fear at all. He swung the Ruyi Stick towards Nezha with a tremendous force.
Nezha raised the flaming sword in his hand and stabbed. The two men turned into two rays of light, one golden and one red, that kept flying across the sky. Ping-pong, the weapons of the two men kept colliding, and in a blink of an eye they had fought for more than ten rounds. It was extremely exciting.
"You won't ask me to go to heaven to be the Horse Keeper, will you?"
"Hehe, it may not be as good as this. Maybe you can go to heaven and be a horse."
"… "
After fighting for dozens of rounds, Nezha flew back and floated in the air, panting, "So powerful, so powerful, I, Nezha the Third Prince, lost!"
Russell: …
Your acting is terrible...
Chapter 580 I am Lord Erlang Xiansheng, and I have been ordered to capture you!