The three-headed snake, protected in the shadow of the golden bowl, kept spitting out snake messages, its eyes full of malice.
It is not an exotic dragon species, and has no blood connection with the local real dragons. Its character does not have the defects of "being angry, being disobedient, and breaking precepts and fighting", but it is naturally close to Buddhism.
It is said that the ancestors of his bloodline once wrapped their bodies around Sakyamuni seven times to the east of the Bodhi tree, leading the Buddha's head to cover him to protect the Buddha.
Later, Sakyamuni became a Buddha. He had immeasurable merits and virtues and joined the eight groups of heavenly dragons.
Most of its descendants are enshrined in temples and help eliminate the troubles of many eminent monks in the temple.
As for the three-headed snake in the east of the eye, even though it is so weak, it still supported the practice of the founder of Luohan Zen Temple, and its status is quite high.
Qiu Ping's words made the three-headed snake extremely angry.
"Donor, this snake is his Buddhist protector. I'm afraid Shinto can't control it." The monk's eyes did not change. He had already attained Arahantship. Not to mention the little loach to the east of his eyes, he would not take it seriously even if it were the entire Changning County.
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"Little Loach, who does my Shinto mean? He will definitely repay this hatred in the coming months!" The three-headed snake raised its remaining head and looked at Qiu Ping.
Is it itself a creature between divinity and animal nature? If it suffers a big loss, its animal nature has suppressed divinity.
"No? Then he will tell me tomorrow what Shinto is."
At this moment, a somewhat deep voice sounded. When he said the last word, the water in the entire cave was surging, and a group of little monsters were piled up at the bottom of the pool like a stack of Arhats. It looked very pitiful.
"boom."
The entire cave was directly blown out by the terrifying force of the liquid, and the sunlight from the outside shined directly in, exposing the darkness here to the outside world.
On the boulder not far away, stood an old man wearing turtle armor and with red beard and hair.
Is it right or not He Bo?
Qiu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. After experiencing the lesson of the fat catfish, he learned the hard way that even if the task was not a sure thing, he should try his best to be steady first.
The time he entered the [Dragon King Club]'s lair, he asked Little Carp to report the news in advance.
If something happens, there will be someone to take care of you.
No, let's use it.
Qiu Ping couldn't stand the old monk who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Wuze Arhat, can you ask for a fight?" He Bo's eyes fell on the phantom of the monk. Qi was surging around his body, and the water in the entire Fu River was surging, as if it was accumulating water.
"This snake once protected him, and Mingyue should solve his problems. This is cause and effect, and he cannot let it go." The monk's tone was still calm.
"That's nonsense. The old man wants to kill an incarnation of an Arhat... tomorrow just for fun." He Bo didn't look at the lazy old man he usually looked like, but he really got into a fight with a very hot temper.
Qiu Ping looked at He Bo with admiration. Even though the old man always used him, what if something really happened?
As He Bo became angry, the raging Fu River water rose up, and the palpitating smell of jellyfish spread throughout Changning County.
Although his status is not as high as that of the City God, his combat prowess is definitely the first.
"Little loach, blow the horn to shake people, we Mingyue and Bald Donkey will fight to the death! He doesn't believe in evil anymore. There are powerful forces in Changning County that we can control! Then we will destroy Luohan Temple!" Hebo said with a black voice.
The horn was thrown to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping rushed over, transformed into a divine form, and caught it.
"Remember, Chui Jiudong, we will risk our lives tomorrow." He Bo rolled up his sleeves, blew his beard and said with a glare.
"Oh, okay." Qiu Ping nodded, immediately puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard.
The horn was extremely heavy. His breath went eastward, and the heavy sound came from it, but it spread throughout Fuhe and even Changning County at a firm and fast speed.
In the Chenghuang Yamen of Changning County, all the civil and military officials, including the Chenghuang, raised their heads and looked in the direction of the horn.
Is that a war trumpet? It will only be blown when a powerful enemy is encountered.
"All the gods, Yin soldiers, shrimp soldiers and crabs will quickly gather and go to Huangzhong Mountain." The city god placed the Chinese book on the east leg, and when the horn sounded, it entered the wartime state.
"Woooooooo." The horn sounded one after another, five times in the blink of an eye.
Hearing so many noises, the City God's expression also changed.
Because the degree of crisis is calculated based on the amount of noise, the more noise, the higher the degree of crisis.
If it really reaches the ninth ring, the sound will go straight into the ears of the Dragon King. In the end, even the King of Mingling and the Dragon King will ask for help.
"Wuze Arhat is so lucky that we can use the entire Shinto power of Changning County to surround and kill him. This is the first time in hundreds of years." Hebo listened to the sound of the trumpet in his ears, as if he heard something touching.
music.
"Little loach, please tell me, have we really had a lot of dealings with Buddhism recently? I don't know if our King Ming Ling discovered a lot of Buddhist treasures in the hell when he was refining Abi Hell, and I don't know if any eminent monks
Dade stayed in the east." He turned around again and said to the little loach who was playing the horn hard.
The face of the illusory monk had already changed a bit, but after hearing He Bo's words, his expression became even stiffer.
The incident in Abi Hell itself was not a Buddhist plan, and it killed countless gods in the human world. But in the end, it turned out to be a twist of events, and King Mingling took advantage of it and took away the entire hell.
If the relationship between Shinto and Buddhism is very tense, the seventh-grade Hebo is not a lunatic, and he would not intensify the matter to this point.
If you blow the horn nine times in a row, will you really be praying for death?
He had already begun to think about quitting, not because he was afraid of the gods in Changning County, but because he was worried that he would become the trigger for a complete conflagration between the two forces, in which case the consequences would be too great for him.
I'm afraid it's possible that even the realm may need to be reversed, or even forced to be reincarnated.
"Amitabha." Numerous thoughts and calculations flashed through Uze Arhat's mind. He sighed deeply before dissipating into golden light that filled the sky.
"Ugh..." Qiu Ping held back his cheeks and asked for the eighth blow.
He Bo slapped him on the head, snatched the horn away, and wiped the saliva on his face.
"Okay, okay, blow to the east again, Long Jun will really hear it." Hebo put away the horn, Mingyue thought he was risking his life, and Bu Nao finally scared the monk away.
"He Bo is mighty!"
Qiu Ping smiled coyly and flattered him.
"Okay, go back and take good care of that snake. Damn it, the war trumpet will be used tomorrow. He will have to write a document to explain the reason." He Bo looked unhappy. He was a big boss, and in the end
If you are bothered, just write those documents.
"Okay." Qiu Ping turned his head, with a small black face in the shadows, looking at the three-headed snake with a sinister smile.
The three-headed snake's heart went cold. That monk was too unreliable. After all, he had protected you from wind and rain before, so why should I just run away?