The cold wind from heaven blew on Yang Jian.
The robes rustled.
There is nothing wrong with a man's love for a woman, but immortals are different after all. Mortal emotions may cause serious consequences due to some things.
And the power of gods, even if it is just a city god, is thousands of times stronger than that of mortals.
Mortal life is short, and the union of immortals and mortals is okay if you can see it through. If you can't see it through, the consequences will be...
That's why Tian Tiao imposes restrictions.
Immortals and mortals are not allowed to intermarry.
Private union is a serious crime.
Yang Jian understands the principles set by Tian Tiao, and is willing to kill relatives in order to maintain the majesty of Tian Tiao and frighten the immortals.
But the other party is his sister after all, and she is still very uncomfortable emotionally.
Yang Jian walked towards the True Lord Temple alone.
He did not ask the Jade Emperor who it was that reported the Three Holy Mothers and their family.
There is no point in asking. The sister of the judicial master knows the law and breaks the law. This is a point that will be criticized by interested people.
As for who this person is?
There are only three, five, seven or eight people in the various forces in Heaven.
Now that Laojun is here, I think we are inseparable.
Yang Jian's steps were very slow.
One day in heaven and one year on earth.
He moved slowly for a quarter of an hour, and ten days and a half of the human world had passed.
"well……"
Yang Jian sighed.
Who can be ruthless, even if he is a great judge.
By delaying the stay in heaven for a few more hours, my sister's family of three can be reunited for a while longer and enjoy family happiness for a few more days.
Agarwood can also stay with her parents for a few more days.
From then on, there was no chance of getting together again.
This is the only thing Yang Jian can do for his sister and nephew now.
"Erlang Shen!"
A clear voice came from the front.
Yang Jian knew who it was without looking up.
"Fairy."
Yang Jian's voice was calm, and he looked at Chang'e in front of him, who had obviously been waiting for him for a while: "Is something wrong?"
"Yang Jian, do you really want to follow the Jade Emperor's order to suppress your own sister?" Chang'e said in a cold voice, "Or do you have other ideas?"
"Any other ideas?"
Yang Jian frowned slightly: "Fairy, you are overthinking. What the Lord said before is what Yang Jian thinks, and it is also what he will do next. Fairy should understand that Yang Jian is not a deceiver."
"Erlang Shen!"
Chang'e's tone changed slightly: "Suppress the Three Holy Mothers for three hundred years, kill Liu Yanchang and go through hell for ten lives without reincarnation, and let Chenxiang's child lose his parents at such a young age. Can you really bear it?"
Yang Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath without speaking.
Who can be ruthless.
How could Yang Jian bear to do something to his closest relatives?
"The Third Holy Mother and Liu Yanchang truly love each other. Whether they are gods or humans, they all have emotions and desires. What's wrong with this?"
Chang'e looked angry: "Although Liu Yanchang is a mortal, his sincerity towards the Three Holy Mothers can be learned from the sun and the moon. They are your sister and brother-in-law. Do you really imprison and kill two people who love each other so much? Just like Jade in the past. Did the Emperor treat your mother and your family like that?"
Yang Jian raised his eyes and glanced at Chang'e: "But the third sister has violated the laws of heaven after all. As the god of justice in heaven, Yang Jian upholds the majesty of the laws of heaven. Is it possible that he should be merciful just because of his own sister?"
"The laws of heaven are ruthless and unfair. All immortals and mortals have feelings. This is the way of heaven. The laws of heaven are in the name of heaven and go against heaven. Should such evil laws be upheld?" Chang'e said in an excited tone.
"Evil law?"
Yang Jian smiled: "Haha, is ruthlessness a bad law?"
"Tian Tiao is supposed to be affectionate, and it is supposed to benefit the three realms. The Three Holy Mothers have been in Huashan for nearly a thousand years, benefiting the people of this area. Now they are experiencing this just because they married a mortal. Isn't it an evil law?"
Chang'e's voice was sad: "The name of Tianzhi is supposed to be warm, but today's Tianzhi only has cold punishment and endless bloodshed. Should such Tianzhi be maintained? Or should it exist?"
"snort!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly: "Temperature? Love?"
Yang Jian's eyes were fixed on Chang'e: "The decline of heaven for thousands of years is because the law of heaven has become a decoration, and all the gods have begun to talk about human relations. Laojun's old cow and two children, The fairy’s rabbit, the green lion and white elephant of the two Bodhisattvas Manjusri and Samantabhadra in Lingshan Mountain, and his uncle, Tathagata Buddha, are all alive and well just because they are fucking sentient beings. The fairy should really go to the lion at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Go to Tuo Kingdom and see it, go to Feiyun Kingdom and see the hell on earth there!"
Chang'e was speechless for a moment.
Yang Jian sneered: "Return to the warmth, but also be ruthless, because coldness can create rules, and because ruthlessness can maintain order, orderly order is the greatest blessing of heaven's rule to all living beings in the three realms. If you don't rely on heaven's rule, what can you rely on? Rely on the consciousness of mortals, or on seeing How do the immortals and demons feel?"
Chang'e was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Jian: "Fairy, there is no need to say more. As the great god of justice, Yang Jian and his 50,000 brothers are the law enforcers of heaven. Anyone who violates the laws of heaven will be punished according to the law, no matter what kind of law. The reasons are not against the rules of heaven, and no one can comment on them."
After speaking, Yang Jian stopped hesitating and strode towards the True Lord Temple.
"Yang Jian, you don't recognize your relatives!"
Chang'e shouted loudly behind Yang Jian: "You will one day become the slave of Tiantiao!"
"Yang Jian would like to thank the fairy!"
Yang Jian didn't look back and responded coldly.
…
The morning breeze in Huashan Mountain is warm.
Liu Yanchang opened the door of the Notre Dame Palace early.
Get ready to sweep.
Yang Chan and Chen Xiang were still sleeping peacefully in the courtyard where a family of three lived behind the Notre Dame Palace.
For Liu Yanchang, fame and wealth are no longer important in this life, but the happiness of his family is the most important.
Being able to marry a fairy is a blessing that has been cultivated for three generations.
Liu Yanchang was satisfied.
As soon as he opened the door, Liu Yanchang saw someone.
He is about eight feet tall, dressed in black and gold-patterned clothing, with a handsome face and a strong build.
Holding a folding fan, he stood at the door of the Notre Dame Palace like an unsheathed sword.
Liu Yanchang's talents and studies were only above average. He went to Beijing many times to take the exam and failed, but he still developed an ability to read people's faces to some extent.
He looked at this man who was twenty-six and seven years old. He was full of heaven, majestic and majestic, and even had a bit of chill in his body.
Coupled with the makeup, she is definitely rich or noble, even a prince.
Compared with this person, Liu Yanchang was just a scholar, so he felt ashamed of himself.
"Is this gentleman here to worship the Three Holy Mothers?"
Liu Yanchang held a broom and smiled at the visitor.
"Come take a look and do some errands."
The voice of the visitor was calm and somewhat warm: "Who are you?"
"Liu Yanchang, I am temporarily staying at the Notre Dame Palace. I usually do some cleaning here."
Liu Yanchang smiled and said: "It's still early now, and it's not the time to offer incense. If you're not in a hurry, sir, it's a good idea to come in and sit for a while."
"Thank you."
The visitor's eyes were as bright as a torch, as if he wanted to see through Liu Yanchang completely.
The next second, the figure of the visitor changed, and he was already behind Liu Yanchang, stepping into the Notre Dame Palace.
"The child must be two years old."
The visitor whispered softly: "You are so brave..."
