Chapter 290 A Traitor Everywhere
"Yang Jian, Nezha, Li Jing, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Nine Luminaries, the Twelve Earthly Branches, the Five Directions Protectors, the Four Duty Officers, the Twenty-Four Thunder Gods, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars, the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends..."
"Hahaha... My Heavenly Court is now teeming with talent! From now on, I, the Empress, and the Three Realms will all be relying on you!"
After the investiture of the gods, the Jade Emperor looked at the hall full of divine officials and was overjoyed.
Completely oblivious to the suspicious glances of the people below.
I have a question: As someone who's a double agent in the workplace, I suddenly sense that most of my colleagues are also double agents. What should I do?
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The more guilty they feel, the louder they speak. In short, as long as they are righteous and confident, what does it matter to the Jade Emperor? Can the Jade Emperor see that they are in Cao Cao's camp but their hearts are with Han?
Does he dare to speak out? Isn't he afraid they'll rise up in rebellion the next second and change the world?
So, it's true that they rely on them, but it all depends on the mood of the person in charge.
In the West, after the Investiture of the Gods, the Western religion, which had gained much, was officially renamed Buddhism.
The Guide, with thousands of auspicious rays emanating from his body, and his inner radiance subdued, had transformed into Amitabha Buddha of Buddhism, sitting serenely on a lotus throne in the Western Paradise, becoming the leader of a religion.
Its compassionate gaze overlooks all living beings, and with boundless compassionate vows, it guides those with affinity to be reborn in that pure and immaculate land, leading all beings to the bright path of liberation from the sea of suffering.
The Daoist Zhunti also transformed into the Bodhisattva Zhunti, with a graceful figure, a compassionate face, and holding seven precious jade artifacts, radiating a soft and sacred light. The Bodhisattva Zhunti gently parted her lips, and her melodious voice resounded throughout the void: "Now that Buddhism is newly established, all kinds of virtuous and capable people are needed to help make this a great undertaking."
"Master Duobao, you possess profound wisdom and extraordinary understanding. Therefore, we hereby bestow upon you the title of Shakyamuni Buddha, to propagate the Dharma in this Saha world and guide all sentient beings."
"Randeng Daoren, you possessed great virtue in the past when you were a disciple of Chan Sect. Today, I hereby confer upon you the title of Ancient Buddha Randeng, the Buddha of the past in Buddhism, to guide all Buddhas on their path."
"Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, skillfully uses wisdom and is filled with compassion. He was conferred the title of Manjushri Bodhisattva, who uses the light of wisdom to dispel the ignorance and afflictions of sentient beings."
"The True Man Samantabhadra possesses both virtue and ability, and his vows are immense. He is bestowed the title of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, who guides all beings to practice the Buddhist path with his great virtue and great deeds."
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After the investiture ceremony was completed, the glory of Buddhism shone even brighter.
At this moment, Bodhisattva Cundi turned her gaze to Yang Jiao in the crowd and smiled, saying, "Yang Jiao, you made outstanding contributions when Buddhism was founded, attracting many talented people to our sect and making Buddhism's prosperity a prospect. Today, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Medicine Buddha, to govern the Eastern Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli, to use the supreme Dharma to remove the suffering of all beings and protect the peace and well-being of the world."
Yang Jiao stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and looked extremely humble: "Thank you, Bodhisattva."
Those around him who had just attained Buddhahood found it hard to control their emotions, lowering their heads to hide their twitching lips. You're thanking him? He'd be lucky if he didn't thank you for rebelling.
Why call it Buddhism? Let's just call it Yang Jiao's teaching. Was he recruited by Buddhism? This is such a clever way of using someone else to do their bidding. These traitors should feel sorry for the two saints for a second.
Tsk, this is boring. Yang Jiao amassed all the wealth, leaving these traitors with no use for it! Let's go out and explore. The Three Realms are vast; surely there's a place untouched by these traitors... right?
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Something's not right.
Yang Jian carefully examined Nezha.
Nezha touched his face uncertainly: "What's wrong? Have I gotten more handsome?"
Yang Jian rolled his eyes at him: "You've gotten even more shameless! Tell me, when did you become so familiar with the Twenty-Eight Constellations and the Nine Luminaries?"
"Is...is it true?" Nezha's guilty eyes darted around.
Yang Jian squinted and scrutinized him carefully: "I saw you talking to them. I have a feeling you're hiding a lot from me..."
"Haha... just chatting..." Nezha laughed it off.
"That doesn't look like a casual chat."
"Oh dear... this..." Nezha stamped his foot and couldn't help but glare at Yang Jian. "It's all your fault for not being quick-witted. Think about it yourself!"
After saying that, Nezha quickly left, pulling Yang Chan, who had just left the Heavenly Court, and flew towards the Yang family.
"Am I not good at understanding?"
Yang Jian laughed in exasperation, watching Nezha's retreating figure, and chased after him: "Nezha, explain yourself clearly, how am I not good at understanding? Also, let go of Third Sister!"
The three of them rushed to the Yang residence, only to be stopped in the courtyard by a child wielding a stick as soon as they landed.
A chubby, fair-skinned little boy, holding a stick longer than himself, stood in front of them, his large, watery eyes filled with wariness.
With a childlike voice, she asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Yang Jian and Yang Chan were both surprised upon hearing this, and involuntarily exchanged a glance. Before they could speak, Nezha couldn't contain himself any longer and jumped out like a small fireball, asking unhappily, "And who are you?"
The child ignored Nezha's questioning, pouted, and stubbornly said, "I asked first!"
Yang Jian frowned as he looked at the mischievous child in front of him and said, "This is my Yang family mansion. Where did you come from, kid?"
After hearing Yang Jian's words, the child tilted his head and looked the three of them up and down, his eyes filled with doubt and contemplation.
After a moment, he looked at Yang Jian hesitantly and asked tentatively, "Are you Yang Jian's second uncle?"
Then he turned his gaze to Yang Chan and said, "Are you Aunt Yang Chan?"
Finally, his gaze fell on Nezha, a sly smile playing on his lips, and he said, "You're that simple-minded Nezha?"
"What? Who's out of their mind?" Nezha instantly flew into a rage, like a firecracker that had been lit, his face turning red with anger, wishing he could rush forward and argue with him.
Yang Jian quickly reached out to stop Nezha, fearing he might do something rash in the heat of the moment. Suppressing his surprise, he asked again, "Who exactly are you?"
Just then, footsteps came from inside the house, and Yang Tianyou came out, calling out, "Wukong, where have you been again? I haven't read today's book yet... Erlang, Sanniang!"
Upon seeing the three of them, Yang Tianyou was taken aback, then his eyes lit up with immense joy. Before he could get closer, the child rushed over like a cannonball, hugged his leg, and called out in a clear voice, "Grandpa!"
"grandfather?"
Yang Jian, Yang Chan, and Nezha were all shocked, their eyes wide open.
When Yang Tianyou approached again with the child, Yang Chan couldn't wait to ask, "Father, what is this...?"
Yang Jian then asked, "Could this be... my elder brother's child?"
Before Yang Tianyou could answer, the child proudly puffed out his chest and loudly declared, "That's right, I am my dad's good son, Wukong!"
Yang Tianyou couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, but didn't expose him: "Don't stand here, let's go inside and talk."
With that, he turned and walked into the house. Yang Jian and the others, who were shocked, followed him in instinctively, as if they had been bewitched.
He had only taken a couple of steps when Nezha suddenly seemed to remember something, abruptly stopped, and couldn't help but ask loudly, "Wait, you still haven't told me who said I'm stupid..."
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