"I know Qinglong is Qinglong and Suzaku is Phoenix, but what about White Tiger and Xuanwu?"
"Madam, have you forgotten, what does Qilin do?"
"The beast... So the white tiger is from the Qilin tribe? What about the Xuanwu?"
"Dragon nature is inherently obscene..."
"Oh~ So, of the four phenomena in the human world, dragons are the only two?"
"That's right, so the Dragon Clan is also the existence that takes away the most luck from human beings. Even though the number of Dragon Clan is too endangered now, compared with the Phoenix Clan and Qilin Clan, they are still very lucky to be in the Immortal Class and control a body of water.
That’s it.”
"I see!"
Princess Iron Fan knows all the causes and consequences of this incident.
Then he seemed to think of something and said, "Seeing that my husband is in such a difficult situation, could it be that Qinglong and you have had some interactions before?"
The Bull Demon King smiled bitterly and said: "Madam, do you remember that before the Sanqing Saints left the scene, two of them either had strict requirements for accepting disciples, or they hardly accepted any disciples. Only my master, who is known as the Ten Thousand Demons Come to Court, has
Teach without distinction.”
"Qinglong is your fellow sect?!"
"In the past, if the dragon clan wanted to rise, it naturally needed a strong backer. Although they are not the master's direct disciples, they have some intersections. It is not wrong to say that they are the same sect."
"Since we are from the same sect, and we are here again, my husband can help me, why not help me?"
"well."
The Bull Demon King revealed the reason for his dilemma: "But now I don't know how much of Qinglong's memory is left. Even the bloodline of the ancient dragon clan has been mostly washed away, and he is still being watched by immortals and Buddhas at all times. I don't know why he came here to marry his husband."
...What kind of identity should I use to meet him? Alas!"
Princess Iron Fan smiled and said: "Husband, don't worry, since Qinglong has been brainwashed twice by Buddhism, it is still unknown how much of the past events he can remember. Moreover, in some respects, we are both under the command of Buddhism. How about you take out the demon?"
With the magnanimity of the great sage of the clan, wait patiently for him to tell the reason why he came, and adapt accordingly. If it is a normal reminiscing and communication, we will help if we can. If it touches some taboos...
Husband, I know that you are very loyal, but we are now in a difficult position to protect ourselves. My son is also a hostage in Buddhism. You know what to do."
The Bull Demon King held his wife's bare hand and said, "Don't worry, madam, as a husband, you know what to do."
After that, he waved his robe, stood up, looked out the door, and said, "Then let me go and meet this old friend."
Side hall.
Long Zhenjun had nothing to do. He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, but in fact, in his heart, one person and one dragon began to communicate.
Wangcai: "Beef eats it, but King Ox is more delicious, for sure (￣_,￣)."
Mrs. Ye: "Then have you heard about dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the underground? I heard that dragon meat is the most delicious among the demon clan! After people become spirits, they no longer eat meat or vegetables. Later he will want to
If the food wants to eat you, remember to run fast."
Prosperous wealth: "Σ(°△°|||) Eating a dragon is poisonous!"
Mrs. Ye: "The corrosive nature of your dragon blood is poisonous to ordinary creatures, but it might be a great tonic for the Bull Demon King!"
Wangcai: "Bad, bad people, scary dragons..."
Mrs. Ye: "Who scares you? Haven't you heard about the reputation of the Golden-winged Dapeng in Dapan Mountain? I heard that in ancient times, people would eat three thousand dragons in one meal! The Great Sage of the Monster Race, said
Maybe this will be the best."
Wangcai: "Let's, Liuliu..."
Mrs. Ye: "It's already here. There's no reason to give up halfway. I won't talk about it for now. It seems to be here."
Long Zhenjun opened his eyes.
There were solid footsteps outside the door. I guess it was the Bull Demon King, deliberately reminding Long Zhenjun that he was coming.
A big man wearing a black robe, with a leopard head and eyes, a broad face and square lips, looked at Mr. Long directly, sat down and said, "What do you want from me?"
Because it was unclear how many memories Qinglong still had and why he came here, the Bull Demon King did not show any signs of reminiscing about the past and had to wait for True Lord Long to speak first.
When Long Zhenjun saw the Bull Demon King Da Ma Jin Dao sitting down, he stood up with some respect, clasped his fists and said: "Great Sage Pingtian, I am the Dragon Subduing Arhat and sit down to accompany the dragon. In this life, I call myself Long Zhenjun.
."
The Bull Demon King looked at Long Zhenjun, who had a slightly youthful and respectful face in surprise, and thought to himself, it seems that he has really forgotten too many things. It is the so-called "transformation" in Buddhism. No wonder he has been attracted by so many monsters.
The family hates it. If you lose your memory and original wildness, can you still be your original self?
However, he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to receive the gift from his old friend, so he said in a low voice: "Why are you being so formal? Sit down and talk!"
Long Zhenjun was not shy, he clasped his fists again, then sat down and said: "I came to meet the Great Sage Pingtian this time because something unexpected happened. I came to the door without notice. Please forgive me."
The Bull Demon King waved his hand impatiently. It seemed that he was impatient with Long Zhenjun's visit, but in fact he felt sad for the situation of his old friend.
He said: "Aren't you so angry that you even dared to steal Buddha's scriptures? Why are you so observant at this moment?"
Long Zhenjun was stunned and vaguely guessed the Bull Demon King. He probably knew his identity in his previous life, but he couldn't ask more questions here, so he smiled helplessly:
"Things in the past are all in the past. The identity of the little demon at the moment is just the demon king on a hilltop in Xiniu Hezhou, Dongyan Mountains."
"Oh? Are you a demon? Does Jianglong know? Does Buddha know?"
"Maybe...you know. The little demon just relied on his deep intuition and felt that he should do this and do something outside the Buddhist world."
Not all of them lost consciousness...
The Bull Demon King murmured in his heart, but his face was unmoved, and said: "Let me guess, since you have become a monster in Xiniu Hezhou, and you come to your door rashly, have you encountered some problem? You need Lao Niu
Where's the help?"
Long Zhenjun answered truthfully: "That's true. The little demon called himself Long Zhenjun in the remote area of Hezhou, Xiniu, in the mountains of Dongyan. He controlled the demon clan six thousand miles south, but he inadvertently offended the nine-headed demon.
Saint, he killed a demon general under his command, and then..."
"It goes without saying."
The Niu Demon King waved his hand and interrupted: "I probably know the situation, but you just want me to help you get through this difficulty. It's a small matter. Although I, Old Niu, have stopped going out casually these years, I still have some reputation in Xiniu Hezhou.
but……
Why should I help you?
In other words, Mr. Long Zhenjun, in what capacity did you come to me?"
His gaze was scorching, as if he wanted to see through Mr. Long from the inside out.
Long Zhenjun also frowned at this moment.
He had already revealed his identity earlier. He was the dragon companion of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat. He just wanted to get into the lap of the Bull Demon King, the nominal guardian beast of the Lingshan Mountain.
Xiniu Hezhou is cheaper.
However, the slightly sneer in the Bull Demon King's gaze made Long Zhenjun's heart skip a beat.
He suddenly realized that the Bull Demon King, although the child was used as a hostage, was in the hands of the Buddha.
But with the life experiences of this great sage of the monster clan, and his actual profound background, would he really help the Buddhist disciples because of his identity as the so-called sacred beast that protects the mountain in Lingshan?
I’m afraid the people who hate the most in this person’s heart are Buddhists!
If he could not directly threaten Red Boy's life and drive him like Guanyin and Buddha, I am afraid that the great sage Pingtian would have long wanted to kill all the bald donkeys!