Chapter 105 I'm Not Sleepy When It Comes to Fighting
Chapter 105 Speaking of fighting, he is not sleepy anymore
That monk was very powerful, and the cassock he wore must not have been worn by an eminent monk all year round.
Infused with Buddha's power, it has become a valuable treasure.
The golden and red smoke clouds transformed by the cassock exuded huge masculine power, seeking to suppress all enemies.
In mid-air, more and more small locusts were crushed into powder.
The giant locusts also gradually withstood the difficulties and fell into the east wind.
"That bald donkey, if he hadn't been outside Wubao, he would have been beaten into a piece of shit by now!" The big locust became more and more aggrieved. Since the attack came to Changning County, his back has not been straightened.
First he was beaten by a loach, and now he was beaten by a monk.
"Collect it from him!"
The monk stood aside and suddenly shouted loudly. The big locust was suddenly shaken, his body trembled, and his mind was empty and red.
The smoke clouds in the sky rolled up like a big net, wrapping the big locusts in it.
The monk stretched out his leg to catch it, and there was a bulging cassock in his leg. The big locust was hesitating and shouting outside, but could not say a word.
That cassock prohibited everything. Not only was the big locust unable to shut up at this moment, but its divine power was also sealed.
"Just shout, his whirling golden bowl was snatched away by the loach, otherwise it would be so troublesome to catch an eighth-grade god! Let the city god bring the golden bowl in exchange for locusts... Bu Nao, why haven't you heard of locusts before?
Become a god."
The great monk carried his cassock behind him like a baggage and thought to himself.
In fact, he had known for a long time that the shrew and the little loach had stolen the Buddha's legs. Since the two of them ran fast, he had no evidence and it was difficult to accuse him.
Fortunately, the harvest will be good tomorrow, and a god who stole food was caught.
Just complain that the little loach was not lured out by that operation.
The monk threw his cassock into one of the grain carts and continued to hide in the darkness.
Maybe someone will show up soon, and he can catch another god, and he can exchange more things with the city god.
The monk was a bit disappointed as the food transport team reached the east of Huangzhong Mountain, but no other gods came.
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"Brother, hurry up... hurry up and watch the excitement!"
As soon as the little shrew "plopped" into the well water, it smashed Qiuping's temple door with a bang, and the whole underwater heard him yelling.
"It's so early in the morning, why should I shout!" Qiu Ping was sleeping soundly in his spiritual mine, but the sound of his voice interrupted his sweet dream.
If the little mouse doesn't give a reasonable explanation tomorrow, he might not be able to help but beat his colleagues.
"He told me that he laughed to death. The bearded monk from the Luohan Temple didn't know which tendon was wrong. He caught him from outside and the locust god came back. Now the locust god's father has come to ask for help!"
The shrew's mouth crackled for a long time.
To sum it up in one sentence: The fight is about to start! The fight is about to start at Luohan Chanyuan!
Qiu Ping was very sleepy at first, but when he heard that, he immediately stopped feeling sleepy.
"Hurry, hurry, it's too late!" The little shrew pushed its butt and wagged its tail.
Qiu Ping hesitated for a moment before grabbing it, and the shrew pounced forward.
The surrounding scenery was blurry and the space changed. After several jumps, Luohan Temple was already in front of us.
Different from the peace of the past months, tomorrow's Luohan Temple looks like it is facing a formidable enemy, watching the sky with vigilance at the clouds.
Behind the dark clouds, there is a middle-aged man wearing a blue-green official uniform, but with unusually thin cheeks.
He looked a little sickly.
Qiu Ping looked at the clothes on the wrong side. The shape was slightly different from those of the gods in Changning County. The robes were wider and the patterns on the front were simpler.
It seems that this person is not a god of the [Fengchan Mountain] lineage.
Their origins are older and their actions are more extreme. Under the suppression of King Minngling, most of them live outside the Wubao of major families and rarely participate in the political affairs of various counties and cities.
"That's too much! The locusts plundered the food of his Luohan Temple. Isn't it just right for him to arrest him? Not only does my god of plague not know how to restrain your subordinates, but he also attacks them at the door. Could it be that we regard the laws of Shinto as nothing?"
The bearded monk became angry and shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then he picked his ears with his fingers.
"What does it have to do with him eating our food? Why are we asking for his son's arrest if he asks?" The middle-aged man's voice seemed weak, but what he said was infuriating.
The great monk's face was turning red, and other monks outside the temple also glared at the middle-aged man.
That's simply unreasonable.
"Let him go. We'll give him another compensation and the matter will be over. He won't ask for more from us. Well, just the food his son didn't eat and the cassock will be enough."
The young man continued to speak.
"No!"
The great monk slapped the stone pier beside him heavily. Those gods were simply too deceptive.
"call."
The middle-aged man opened his robe sleeves, and the dark clouds flew eastward, instantly covering the entire Luohan Temple.
The miasma is rampant and extremely vicious.
During this time, everyone felt extremely wet and cold, and the all-pervasive evil spirit penetrated into my body along the nose and mouth, and through the pores.
Many monks with low power felt dizzy, had ringing in the ears, stuffy nose, and abdominal pain. They seemed to be infected with various diseases in an instant.
The most terrifying thing is that that power is tightly entangled with the physical body, specifically damaging people's essence, Qi, and Taoism.
Even if he is cured, his vitality will be severely damaged.
The great monk stretched out his leg and pressed it, and countless golden Sanskrit words rose up in the sky. The Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the brilliant and domineering aura blocked out a large amount of miasma.
But at this time, a large amount of evil energy had entered the monk's body.
Those Buddhist teachings clashed with them and not only failed to dispel the miasma, but instead gave the monks a high fever and their condition became more serious.
"Hey, his disease is divided into summer, heat, dampness, and dryness. If I don't know how to solve it, I know how to use brute force to get rid of it, then it will make the condition worse. Can I put more effort in, and watch those little monks die?
It has to be fast enough!"
The middle-aged people in the air smiled calmly, but everyone, including Qiu Ping, felt the coldness of the liquid.
The power of the plague god is so terrifying. In comparison, the locust plague doesn't seem that serious.
"It's so arrogant and majestic!"
Qiu Ping was a little shocked when he saw the God of Plague suppressing the entire Luohan Temple by himself.
Is there really no one to buy and restrain them?
The Shinto king's laws can't control the head of the family?
As everyone knows, if the king's law is followed, the Xie family should not exist.
But with such a big power in Qingzhou, the imperial court was unable to solve it, which in itself explains the problem.
If King Mingling had not single-handedly suppressed the gods of the aristocratic families in [Fengchan Mountain], the world would never be what it is now.