Chapter 11 Riding a shark monster against the current of red water
The Chishui River is majestic and winds for tens of thousands of miles. It originates from the ocean branch of the Great Smoky Mountains, flows through Qingmu Mountain, Wangyou Valley, Liren Pavilion, Shizi Xushou Mountain and other fairyland blessed places, and finally flows into the Dongting Hunan Vein. If you take a bird's-eye view from the air, the shape of Chishui River is curled up like a green snake, and the river water is as rich and red as blood.
The rapids on the river are rolling like a herd of wild horses, sweeping across the gorge in a majestic manner.
On both sides of the river, groups of sapphire butterflies gather, gently flapping their wings. This strange beast is born near the water. It will place its young in the strong wind to nurture them. It can escape thousands of miles in an instant.
At this time, in the turbulent river, a small boat was sailing upstream, sailing steadily in the wind and waves.
It was stormy outside, but the boat was full of leisure.
There is a man in a plain robe, sitting on a boat making tea.
He has an ordinary appearance, a slender figure, clear eyes, and white fingers. He concentrates on grinding the willow leaves and placing them in the gurgling pot.
There is a blue jade vase next to the man, with a willow branch with a little green stuck on it. It blooms with precious light and blocks the wind and waves.
The charcoal fire crackled and crackled, and as the pot lid was lifted, the aroma of tea overflowed.
Manjusri slowly sipped the willow tea, narrowing his eyes slightly. The hot temperature, accompanied by bitterness, spread down his throat to his abdomen, and his limbs suddenly stretched.
After putting down the teacup, he immersed his mind into the small world, and what came to his face was the feeling of spring.
Green grass and delicate wild flowers.
In the sky, the pearl of dawn turns into the sun's rays, spreading the rich radiance of hope all over the grassland.
The basalt beast as big as a millstone lies in the corner and sleeps soundly. The Tao Yun of Nirvana turns into a swimming fish, slowly flowing along its heavy body.
In the south, there is a slightly raised hill, and on top of it sits a young novice with his eyes closed and reciting scriptures.
The young novice monk has red lips and white teeth, and has a childish appearance. He looks at least one-twelfth of a dozen. He is naked, hands clasped together, and a graceful incense burner burning quietly in front of him.
"The incense burns from the stove, the Dharma Realm is smoked, and all the Buddhas gather in the distance to hear it. Auspicious clouds form everywhere, sincerity spreads, and all Buddhas appear all over the body..."
The young novice monk was transformed into the Vajra Prajna Sutra, and what he was reciting was the incense-burning chapter!
The sound of chanting scriptures sounded on the grassland, making Manjusri feel physically and mentally comfortable like the spring breeze blowing on his face.
There are 236 Buddhist texts in the Burning Incense Chapter, each word of which contains the truth. The little novice’s eyes are pious and his face is solemn. Every time he recites the Burning Incense Chapter, the flowers and plants on the grassland become more lush, and the spiritual power in Manjushri’s body also increases.
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Manjusri left the heavens with satisfaction. After returning to the boat, he looked at the rushing river with great pride in his heart.
He stretched out his hand out of the boat and felt the touch of the river water passing by his fingertips, and couldn't help but grin.
"The Mingzhi Pearl is so terrifying, and the spell can be completely mastered without studying. I just need to plan carefully, and there will be endless possibilities in the future!"
Wow, wow.
At this moment, the river surface near the boat suddenly rolled up into huge waves, and a huge body of several hundred meters suddenly passed by below.
A ferocious shark leaped out of the river, its majestic demonic aura burst out like a volcano, and after swishing its thick tail twice in the air, it transformed into a middle-aged man and landed on the boat.
The man's temples are white, his eyebrows are thick and neat, and there is a hideous scar on his face that is as hideous as a centipede.
"I'm An Shi, the steward of the Chishui River. I don't know what you call me?"
"Mount Wutai Manjusri came here to pay homage to the Jiao King of the Chishui River." Manjusri put down the teacup, stood up and bowed to Anshi.
"It turns out that I am a disciple of a saint. I am disrespectful and disrespectful." After hearing this, Anshi quickly bowed and saluted, and as he waved his sleeves, the river immediately became calm.
He straightened up and said to Manjusri: "King Jiao has been obsessed with poetry and books recently and doesn't care about worldly affairs. He wants to travel around the world but has the responsibility of guarding Chishui. It just so happens that the senior is here and can chat with him about the customs and customs of the world. Why don't you let me take you there?"
How about taking you to Chishui Cave?"
Manjusri nodded, put away the cold wave bottle, and said, "This will trouble Butler Anshi."
"It doesn't matter, it's my blessing to be able to ride for my senior." After saying that, Anshi jumped out of the boat, rolled in the river, and immediately turned into a fierce white shark that was a hundred meters long.
"The Chishui River has nine turns and eighteen turns, and there are undercurrents surging in its depths. It would be better for you, senior, to ride on me."
"Good."
Manjusri did not show any pretense, and strode forward to ride on Anshi, who swung his giant tail slightly, rolled up the waves, and submerged himself into the water.
Blue fish scales appeared out of thin air and stuck to the corner of Manjusri's left sleeve, forming a thin bubble to block the river water.
"Just now, I saw that senior didn't use Shuishui Jue or take out any magic weapon. I think I have never been in rivers and lakes. I was afraid that you would be choked by the river water, so I took out this silver-locked fish scale on my own initiative. It's not...
Deliberately showing off my skills."
Anshi doesn't swim very fast, but always ensures that Manjusri sits steadily. Every time he accelerates around a turn, he will give a gentle reminder in advance, which is considerate.
He is right. Due to the topography of the Chishui River, the river flows here and there in circles, forming many whirlpools and undercurrents and other natural traps. Even the stone installation must be careful, and it will take some effort to rely on Manjusri himself. p>
The fish scales on the sleeves shimmer with silver and have a faint smell of water, but there is no fishy smell at all. They are at least a hundred years old.
The Chishui River is rich in resources, and there are dragons in charge, so the creatures in it are naturally fat and strong.
Manjusri looked around and saw a gray vortex slowly flowing in the distance, with explosive thunder bursting out from within.
This is a school of gray fish in the mud channel, which has always thrived in groups.
The gray thunder fish has an eyeless giant mouth and plum blossom-shaped scales. It is five feet and six inches long when it is born. Its whole body is covered with gray sticky matter. It must constantly use thunder to clean up the dirt in order to activate the demonic power in its blood. p>
When they gather into a whirlpool, they cooperate with each other to gather weak demonic power to attract thunder.
When the gray sludge on the body is tempered by thunder, the gray thunder fish's body will stare into a foot or two inches, its scales will turn bright purple, and it will transform into a thunder creature, and its realm will also be upgraded to a spirit monster.
The beeping conch sound sounded, and several exquisite pink conches attracted Manjusri's attention.
The conch is like a house, standing erect in the water, with an elegant and graceful dancer sitting on it.
They call the tide and are creatures of love.
The sound of the horn that evokes the tide will make your heart surge with excitement, and it can induce the original desire of the soul.
This kind of monster is extremely rare, and it is naturally not good at killing it, so the race can only be scattered in the river to survive.
However, the Dingguang Huanxi Buddha in his previous life loved this thing the most. He once spent all his resources to build two golden immortals to call the tide. When the trumpet sounded, there was no way anyone below the golden immortal realm could resist. He won overwhelming victories in many battles.
He has accumulated a great reputation.
With these two beasts, Dingguang Huanxi Buddha became an upstart in the West, and his status in Buddhism increased rapidly. Even Cihang, who was at the height of his power, was severely suppressed.
It was supposed to be a great future with unlimited scenery, but the two Tide Callers committed suicide. They sneaked out of Lingshan without anything to do, and entered the dreamland of the Pure Altar Messenger to run wild. After being discovered by the other party, they immediately peeled and cramped, and took half a catty of Zhixincao together.
Stewed.
The killing weapon fell, and the master also suffered.
Dingguang Huanxi Buddha only lasted for a few years before he was knocked down from the mortal world. Unwilling to do so, he cultivated many summoners, but never broke through to the Golden Immortal realm. Knowing that he had no chance to turn around, Cihang took the opportunity to unite with everyone.
The Bodhisattva forced him to leave Lingshan and live in seclusion, and spent his whole life never getting back to the top.
Just when Manjusri was thinking about the past, Anshi finally stopped, and the old man's flattering voice sounded.
"Oh my god, I feel blessed when I wake up in the morning. It turns out that a noble person has come, please come in quickly."