Music Sky Bodhisattva made an agreement with the mandrills who worshiped Ruan Letian:
As long as the mandrills can spread this endless sound of pain throughout the Daluotian, and make the entire universe resound with the wailing songs of all living beings, in order to please the eternal Lord of all things, then He will grant the mandrills unimaginable things.
Powerful.
Of course, the painful mandrills agreed to the request of Musical Sky Bodhisattva, and since then they have gained the magical power of Xuanlan to leap into the sky, and can jump from Ruanletian to other places in Daluotian. Not only have they obtained inexhaustible resources for food and clothing, but also for
Da Luo sentient beings have brought countless sufferings.
From then on, the mandrill leaping into the sky became an unspeakable nightmare in the Daluo universe, spreading its wailing songs full of pain and despair everywhere in order to please the Musical God Bodhisattva and the Lord of all things high in the sky.
Among them, the particularly devout mandrill will be blessed by the Music God Bodhisattva, which will turn his yellow hair away and grow white hair, and his body will become an indestructible pagoda.
The ancestors of these mandrills couldn't stand the never-ending wailing songs, so they hid in the resource-rich wilderness to thrive. At the same time, they also abandoned the belief in the Musical God Bodhisattva. The white-haired mandrills spinning in the sky became an ancient legend.
Mao Sheng, Zhang Taibao and the other mandrills didn’t know whether the evil-doer Ma Huagong was a new mandrill who came from Ruan Letian in recent decades, or whether he was an old man who had regained his faith and converted to the Musical God Bodhisattva again.
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After hearing this, Wu Qiudao jumped down from the mandrill clay statue, turned around a few times to digest the news, and then asked: "Then what is the weakness of this white-haired mandrill? The light of my sword splits three thousand threads,
I poked him all over, but I couldn't find a cover."
Seven mandrills, look at me and I look at you. The stories of the white-haired mandrill and the Musical Sky Bodhisattva are all legends left by our ancestors. No one knows the truth or the details. There may be many distortions in the process of spreading.
,how to answer?
Mao Sheng complained and said: "Your Majesty, I really don't know the inside story of this white-haired mandrill, so I asked you to tell me, but I really can't tell you one, two, three, so I'd better hire someone else."
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With a "swish" sound, the flying sword drew a sword light and stabbed it brightly in front of several mandrills. Wu Qiudao smiled and said: "If you can't tell, you can just guess. Today, my seven-star and five-blade sword has seen blood, and I don't want to kill again."
, do you think that’s right?”
The seven mandrills nodded in succession: "Yes, yes, yes! What the Immortal said makes sense!"
So they thought hard, plucked the monkey hair on their heads, and caught lice one after another. They discussed with each other for a long time, and then sent Mao Sheng as the representative: "Shangxian, I waited for the little god to think about it, and finally came up with a solution.
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Wu Qiudao's eyes were blazing: "Oh? Why don't you tell me quickly and listen to it!"
Mao Sheng said: "Actually, this is not bad for the pagoda. Although it is quite difficult to deal with during the fight, since Ma Huagong wants to eat meat and drink wine, and also finds women to play with, then think about it, under this steel body, there must be something inside
It’s also normal!”
Wu Qiudao paced in place and nodded: "Yes, if even the internal organs are as hard as iron stone, how can he eat, excrete, and perform the things of a man and a woman? After all, although he is a monster, it is difficult to break away from the origin of a carbon-based creature.
Mutually!"
Mao Sheng echoed: "Sure enough, the Immortal can be revealed with just one click! The first thing we thought of was that Ma Huagong's perineum might be a weak point. After all, he doesn't just walk around with a pendulum swinging around all day long. He also wants to get bigger and smaller.
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Wu Qiudao waved his hand: "This won't work! Wherever my sword light touches, it covers the whole body. It can't hurt him at the perineum!"
Mao Sheng added: "If that's the case, there are other ways. One is to poison, and the other is to find someone who has mastered the art of transformation, turn him into a small insect, and get into the intestines when he is not paying attention, causing trouble inside.
The earth is shaking!"
Wu Qiudao suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "That's right! Isn't this the trick Sun Wukong relies on to bully Sister Niu?"
Mao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "If the Immortal thinks this is feasible, then that would be great! So why don't you guys just take a step back?"
Wu Qiudao waved his hands and ignored them. He murmured to himself: "Sun Wukong has seventy-two transformations. My transformation technique is not that powerful, and I can't change so small! It seems that I still have to use poison! This
What kind of poison should I use?”
"What poison do you think is better?" Wu Qiudao looked up, "Where are the people?"
There was no other way. After Zhang Taibao, Mao Sheng and other local Mao gods ran away, Wu Qiudao didn't bother to turn into puppets to look for him. He decided to go back and discuss it with a few teammates. After all, one person is short-term and two people are long-term.
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Then a sword light flashed across the sky again, flying towards Pengzhou.
"...So the basic situation is like this. I think it's better to use poison. You have more experience in traveling around the world than me. Can you get some powerful poison?" Wu Qiudao introduced the situation and told the three of them his thoughts.
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The One-Eyed Dragon thought for a while and said: "Most of the drugs with strong poisons have a strong smell. Let's not talk about whether the evil spirit will be poisoned. It is very difficult for him to eat these powerful poisons! In fact, I think it is better to let him drink alcohol.
Bar!"
Feitianhu opened the seal of a jar of wine on the table, and a strong aroma of wine suddenly floated out. He said excitedly: "I have been famous for Shaochun in Jiannan Road for a long time. This is the top grade of strong wine."
, my father spent thirty taels of silver to buy such a jar!"
He scooped up a spoonful of translucent shochu with a bamboo sip, and then lit it with a candle. The shochu in the sip instantly burned. Feitianhu laughed and drank the burning shochu in one gulp.
: "It's spicy enough. If you burn it and drink it, it's called Shaochun!"
Wu Qiudao raised his eyebrows. Did distilled liquor appear so early? But Jiannanchun, Jiannanchun, and Shaochun steamed in Jiannan Road, should indeed be a product of the Tang Dynasty.
He also tasted the taste a little, and found that it was a little turbid and a little lower in alcohol than the white wine of later generations, but compared with the rice wine that people in the Tang Dynasty drink now, it was definitely not in the same weight class.
Don't look at the fact that people in the Tang Dynasty often drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. What they drink is usually fermented glutinous rice wine, which is what we commonly call rice wine. The alcohol content is only about 20 degrees. It tastes a little sweet. Add some pickles and radish to the wine lees and it will be good.
By the way, it can be used as a meal or drink.
Don't look at the fact that people in the Tang Dynasty also gave Lijiu the nickname "Green Ant". The reason is also very simple. The newly brewed rice wine is yellow-green, and the wine foam is as thin as ants, so it is called "Green Ant". This is different from later generations.
Calling beer "horse urine" has the same effect.
Wu Qiudao tasted it for a while and then stopped trying. He hated drinking. Moreover, this jar of Jian Nanchun was their last hope and could not be wasted.
"Very good, that Xie Sui can't drink enough. He got drunk after just a few jars of sweet rice wine! After getting him drunk with this wine, I thrust the flying sword from his mouth to his forehead to see if he was still dead!" Wu Qiudao looked towards him.
Midge, "Little flying insect, can you secretly bring this wine up?"
Zhizhi had been lowering her head and thinking about something. When she heard Wu Qiudao calling her, she suddenly raised her head and said: "Captain, actually we can attack on both sides!"