Chapter 4: The Very Amusing Giant Spirit (Vote for me, collect me)

  Taiyang Palace, the secret chamber for the Crown Prince's closed-door meditation. In a quiet and heavily guarded small building, Zhang Zilong sat quietly with his legs crossed on a futon.

  Although it seemed calm and unremarkable, like an old monk entering meditation, silent and soundless, but in the prince's sea of consciousness, it was turbulent and surging, with countless secrets and mysteries woven together. The golden primordial spirit on the surface of the sea of consciousness sorted out these chaotic and disorderly laws one by one, and continued to comprehend them. Every time a thread of mystery was comprehended, the golden light of the primordial spirit flourished, as if undergoing a silent transformation.

  The other party's cultivation has been going on for twenty years, and it is already close to the initial success of cultivation. Just like Lucifer back then, he can put Fang Cun behind him and increase his physical speed by a hundredfold.

  "Alas... I must speed up, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the Divine Immortal Play, what a lifelong regret!" Yuanshen Jinren let out a heavy sigh and continued his overburdened calculations.

  It seems that the Crown Prince, who has been used to relying on brute force to solve all his cultivation problems for many years, is really not good at this kind of contemplative closed-door cultivation! Hmm, put simply, it's like this: when you don't use something for a long time, your divine spirit gets rusty.

  But Yang Jian, on the other hand, had been traveling through thorns and brambles, and finally entered the territory of Peach Mountain. At this time, he was no longer as spirited and elegant as when he left the Purple Wei Island. His beautiful face was now filled with vicissitudes and fatigue, his armor was damaged in many places, and there were some crimson stains on it, which were either the blood of those goblins or his own.

  As soon as he stepped into Taoshan, he felt much lighter, and in front of him, just a few more steps away, he could split the mountain to rescue his mother!

  A pair of peach blossom eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, and Yang Jia felt that his own masculine aura was becoming even stronger!

  At this time, a thunderous roar came from the horizon: "How dare you, a tiny insect, trespass on the forbidden land of Peach Mountain!" As soon as the words fell, a huge figure crashed to the ground with a loud "Boom!"

  Yang Jian was choked by the dust that had been stirred up, and it wasn't until the smoke and dust had dispersed that a sturdy figure of about ten meters tall stood upright in front of him.

  "Good...good masculine aura..." Cherry lips couldn't help but slightly open, Yang Jiaolong looked at the god general in front of him with a mixture of envy and admiration. That robust physique, which was once his lifelong pursuit, and that one stroke of sexy and enchanting big beard, were even more beautiful objects that existed only in his dreams.

  Unconsciously, Yang Jian walked stiffly to the front of the Great Han, a pair of small white hands constantly pinching his muscles, and his mouth couldn't help but praise.

  Unlike Yang Jian's astonishment, the big Han was depressed and couldn't help but think that this guy was actually a giant spirit general who was ordered to guard the last pass. He had been waiting on Peach Mountain for several months, and when he finally felt a human aura in the immortal path, he found out that the person was actually a little girl! Alas, the not-so-bright brain of the giant spirit general directly took Yang Jian's small commander as a woman, which wasn't a big deal. The problem was that it made the wise and powerful, handsome and extraordinary, very masculine giant spirit general bully a weak woman?

  He shook his head fiercely. He looked down and glanced at the silly little girl who was pinching her own muscles, and the Giant Spirit God decided to still carry out the Heavenly Emperor's command.

  "Hey! You little scoundrel, I'm under the orders of the Emperor of Heaven to stop you from going to Peach Mountain and destroying public property!" The giant spirit looked at "her", still immersed in her own fantasy, with a hint of sparkling saliva at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

  Yang Jian was shocked by the loud voice of Giant Spirit God and instantly woke up from his dazed state.

  "Ugh!" As soon as he woke up, he found himself touching a man all over, and his stomach churned instantly. His stomach, which hadn't eaten for many years, was churning out acid water nonstop. Yang Jie's classmate was squatting on the ground, retching painfully.

  The giant spirit didn't expect that he, who had always been bullied by others, could actually scare his enemy into cowering on the ground with just one roar. For a moment, he felt elated. However, he soon remembered that he had heard that female creatures like this have strange days every month. Hmm, this was something he had learned when he wasn't yet an immortal and followed Old Wang from next door to peek at girls. Although he didn't know if fairy maidens had such troubles, the giant spirit's peach-like brain wouldn't bother with such concerns.

  "Huh? Little girl, are you here to cause trouble?" The gigantic body of over ten meters tall seemed somewhat at a loss, and the very majestic face even had a hint of shyness.

  Yang Jian was still lamenting his own strange behavior, but when he heard the gentle and soft inquiry from the big blockhead in front of him, he suddenly became confused. Was this guy here to hinder his rescue of his mother or help his friend?

  "Uh, it's a bit of trouble..." Yang Jiaolong this kid... from childhood to adulthood has been following that old bachelor Yu Dingdao, and doesn't know anything about women. He thought the giant spirit was asking if he had trouble saving his mother, but thinking about it, it seems like there have been troubles all along the way, and it won't be peaceful ahead either. So he honestly told the giant spirit that he's come to cause trouble.

  Jù Líng Shén's already slightly flushed face suddenly turned scorching hot, emitting steam.

  "Ah... Ah... Trouble? That thing, my mother told me, can't take advantage of someone's misfortune... So, I'll leave first, and come find you again after your trouble is over..." The giant spirit was at a loss, waving the peach blossom battle-axe around, and finally managed to squeeze out these words.

  However, when this remark reached Yang Jian's ears, it made him feel a deep sense of respect: "Hero, although I don't know your mother, she is indeed a great person. You, the hero, have also been influenced by her, thank you very much! If fate permits, Yang Jian will pay his respects to you in the future. May I ask what is your surname and name, and where do you reside?"

  "My surname is Ju, my name is Ling Shen... I live in the South Heavenly Gate. My mother, hmm, she's probably at Meng Po's place now?" Ju Ling Shen calculated honestly and nodded, no mistake, this was his mother's 260th reincarnation. Because she gave birth to a divine son, she was very blessed, and every reincarnation was a wealthy and noble family.

  Yang Jian spoke of his mother, and couldn't help but think of his poor mother who was buried under Peach Mountain. For a moment, his eyes reddened: "So be it, Brother Ju, we'll meet again next time!" After saying this, he picked up the axe to open the mountain and quickly rushed towards the forbidden land of Peach Mountain.

  The giant spirit behind him stared blankly at the departing figure, his brain overloaded with thoughts, and unexpectedly found that he had a different feeling for the person he had just met. He scratched his hair: "What's wrong with me?"

  Huang Tian, who was watching the live broadcast in Ling Xiao Hall, almost had his chin drop off when he heard Jiu Ling Shen muttering to himself. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and say, "You're going to die!" Who did Huang Tian Yu Emperor hate the most? The Western Church. What did he hate most about the Western Church? Homosexuality. So, Jiu Ling Shen actually had ulterior motives towards his nephew, how could Huang Tian Yu Emperor just sit back and do nothing?

  Your Highness and all the immortals never thought that Jù Líng Shén, who is usually quite honest, would have such a special hobby. What's wrong with this era?

  No one could have imagined that the giant spirit wasn't just a pervert, but his brain was actually as small as a peach pit and he couldn't even think of Yang Jian being a man! This is probably the most tragic thing in this world...

  No matter what, Yang Jian has already passed the test of Haotian Yudi, now it depends on whether he has the strength to break the seal that Haotian has been holding for a long time.

  For a moment, the eyes of many in the three realms fell on Peach Mountain, and even the two from the Western Regions were no exception.

  Among the many Western disciples, two people are particularly eye-catching. These two people have only been in the faith for a few decades, yet they are now listed alongside the great masters of the early days, such as Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru, with an exceptionally dazzling Buddha aura.

  It was Yang Jun and his son Yang Jiao.

  "Father, is that Second Brother?" Yang Jiao's face was expressionless as he stared at the figure hurrying up Peach Mountain with an axe, then turned to look at his own father.

  Yang Jun seemed to have lost his memory, his eyes dull and lifeless: "That's Yang Jia." After a moment's thought, he added: "The sinner who obstructed the great plan of Buddhism."

  Yang Jiao nodded slightly, his narrow eyes narrowing: "What the Supreme said that day was to kill this person? Hehe, in my opinion, it's too easy."

  Yang Jian splits the mountain to rescue his mother, but the giant spirit unknowingly falls into sentimental thoughts. In the Western Land of Buddhism, there are many causes and effects, yet it is precisely among close relatives that bitter strife occurs.