Chapter 15 Temporary workers and ATMs in Journey to the West - Dragon Palace!
"It turns out to be him!"
"It seems that the wildness has not been lost yet!"
Huang Shang looked at this young monk who looked solemn on the surface, but was actually full of pretentiousness, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I told you earlier that I was a monster, but I had to work so hard to act before.
And if you don’t recite poetry when you appear, you will know...
The golden cicada long chanted: "Earth, water, fire and wind transform this body, and the body will destroy the four elements and return to their true state. All the demons and six thieves will disappear, and the future of happiness and suffering will only be the master's."
Well, when I didn't say...
The demons listened and showed their approval.
Before, I was afraid that Buddhist monks would forcibly convert me, but now it seems that I am a monster.
I am in Buddhism, my heart is full of monsters, and I feel panicked if I don’t chant for a day.
After Jin Chanzi introduced herself, she looked at Huang Shang, waiting to announce her home address.
He has never been able to figure out the origin of this young demon king, and now he can finally satisfy his curiosity.
Huang Shang originally wanted to curb this evil trend, but considering that he was still a five-month-old baby, and the opponent had killed the Hundred-Eyed Demon King with five hundred years of Taoism with one move, he took seven steps with his claws on his back.
, Chang chanted: "The dragon lurks in the hidden blue waves, and mixes with the toads. Waiting for it to come up, shaking the mountains and rivers with thunderbolts!"
Fu Hai: "!!!"
Group of demons: "..."
Jin Chanzi: "..."
Don't lie to me, you are not a Jiao at all.
And what are the expressions of those little monsters under your command?
Jin Chanzi was extremely smart. After looking at Fu Hai, he suddenly understood.
Copy poetry?
Is there still such an operation?
Huang Shang ignored Jin Chanzi and asked his younger brothers and sisters to clean up the battlefield before walking into the cave of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.
Just when the powerful Tianlong was bombarding him, he discovered that there was a strong life wave inside, but it was not a complete life wave.
This sounds convoluted, but it actually means that there is part of the body of a certain creature inside.
Thinking of the specialness of Wujueling and the presence of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, Huang Shang felt that his chance might have come.
This treasure is destined to me.
Jin Chanzi smiled at the ground, so scared that she hurriedly moved the bricks, and then followed her into the cave and asked from behind: "You are a goblin, aren't you afraid of the poor monk?"
Huang Shangdao: "I am a good demon."
Jin Chanzi smiled and said, "Just because you don't give up on the little demon and don't burn down the forest and take a detour?"
Huang Shangdao: "I am a baby."
Jin Chanzi shook his head: "It doesn't matter how old the demon clan is, some demons are just born, and they can cause trouble to the world and bring disaster to all living beings!"
Huang Shangdao: "I am a good demon."
Jin Chanzi asked: "How to prove it?"
Huang Shangdao: "I am a baby."
Jin Chanzi: "..."
While taking turns to reread, one demon and one monk came to the depths of the cave. What caught their eyes was a slender black thorn inserted upside down into the mountain wall, and extremely powerful waves spread out.
Huang Shang's eyes narrowed.
Is this the culprit that caused the ban on humans and animals in Wujueling, and only strong monsters can survive?
Jin Chanzi's expression also became solemn. After identifying it for a moment, he made a judgment: "This is a tail thorn of the ancient demon saint Qin Yuan!"
On the hill of Kunlun, there is a bird, which looks like a bee and is as big as a mandarin duck. It is called Qinyuan. Birds and beasts will die, and trees will wither.
Translation: In the Kunlun Mountains, there lives a sacred bird named Qinyuan. It looks like a bee and is as big as a mandarin duck. It stings birds and beasts with its claws, and the birds and beasts die. When it stings trees, the trees wither.
Compared with other famous demon saints in ancient times, Qinyuan's reputation is very small, but looking at the poisonous mist that surrounds Wujue Ridge for thousands of miles now, and just a tail thorn she left behind, you can imagine the demon saint back then.
of majesty.
Strength and weakness are all determined by comparison. In ancient times, the birds, beasts and trees in Kunlun were no better than they are now. They were all powerful and would die if stung by this one. He could be called the overlord of one party.
Huang Shang looked at the tail thorn and his eyes lit up: "If a weapon could be made..."
The previous black iron rod has been eliminated and cannot keep up with the rhythm.
He really needs a weapon that he can handle at this stage.
After all, it's not Wukong. It's the Dinghai Shen Zhen Iron once you get started. The baby feels miserable and can only update it by himself.
Jin Chanzi was speechless: "The poor monk still wants it. Even though it is gentle now, if it really wants to show its power, it will be a hundred miles away and all spirits will be blocked!"
Yes, in Jin Chanzi's view, this black thorn is already considered mild, and the changes in Wujueling are just an unconscious spread.
This is also in line with the temperament of Qinyuan Demon Saint. If other creatures do not offend her, she will not offend other creatures.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon King did not dare to come into direct contact, but just stayed by the side, allowing his demon body to be contaminated by the aura spreading from it, so as to improve his Taoism.
This is the same as the earth swallowing fragrant flowers and precious candles. They both hope to improve their innate nature through external objects and break the original limits.
Jin Chanzi could easily kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, but he was very cautious about this tail thorn. He clasped his hands together, and his body surface was filled with golden light. A layer of glazed golden light spread from his feet, preparing to lay down a Buddhist formation.
However, at this moment, Huang Shang stepped forward and pressed his claws ten feet away in front of the tail spine.
"Don't be impulsive!"
Jin Chanzi's expression changed, and then turned into surprise.
Because the tail thorn trembled slightly, but no poison erupted.
Jin Chanzi exclaimed: "I believe you are a good demon."
Qin was not a poisonous demon originally, her thorn was used for body protection. Now that this thorn has landed here, there is a gentle aura inside, which has been containing it.
What Huang Shang did was to bring out the gentle breath inside it to help control the wild nature and control the toxicity.
The root of it is not some earth-shattering technique, but the ability to control wild nature.
Being able to control the wild nature in this way, he had never done anything wrong with Baolin Temple Qiu before. The image of an optimistic, cheerful, positive, and low-educated young monster clan quickly formed in his heart. Jin Chanzi said sincerely: "I am a compassionate Buddha, and a poor monk is here."
Let me teach you how to compose poetry, and don’t copy it again..."
What a simple request!
But Huang Shang's attention at this time was completely focused on Qin Yuan's tail spine.
In this big world, opportunities are everywhere, and there are not a few people who get the opportunity to become famous, demons, Buddhas, or immortals.
But those are all survivor bias, and there are only so many people who were killed by chance.
Therefore, when faced with the legacy of this demon saint, one cannot be careless at all.
Huang Shang estimated that the days before he turned one year old would be spent here trying to conquer this tail thorn.
During this period, Jin Chanzi must have also left.
Compared with the rigid monk, this second disciple of the Tathagata was quite deviant.
Pretty cool.
The more this happens, the less I know what thoughts he will have next.
Huang Shang didn't want to waste his good life by getting involved with a middle-class monk.
If you stay in a cave and refine a good magic weapon, wouldn't it smell good?
It was indeed very fragrant, because the next moment, the tail thorn that was deeply embedded in the mountain wall suddenly buzzed and vibrated with an abnormal amplitude, and then flew out and fell into Huang Shang's hands.
Huang Shang was startled and felt a sense of intimacy between himself and this tail thorn.
That is not only the control of one's wild nature, but also a kind of harmony of Qi and Qi.
Does this mean you recognize your master?
Immediately afterwards, the message from the tail thorn made him understand the reason why this demon saint relic recognized its owner.
The ancient great demon Qinyuan has fallen, and the gentle breath remaining in the tail spine is just his last spiritual thought, hoping to pass it on to a promising descendant of the demon clan.
For inheritance, current conduct and strength are not important, the most important thing is potential and future.
There is no doubt that Huang Shang's abilities in all aspects perfectly meet the conditions for recognition.
So the Hundred-Eyed Demon King has been guarding here for hundreds of years without paying any attention to it. Now he just came here and became its master.
Maybe, this is a demon~
Huang Shang couldn't see his specific Qi, but he was sure that with the acquisition of this demon saint relic, his Qi would definitely increase greatly, and he could logically enter a period of rapid development.
But first we have to get rid of this monk.
He put away his tail spurs and said to Jin Chanzi: "Thank you, Master!"
Jin Chanzi smiled and said: "Donor, you are too polite. Since this treasure is intended for you to be the master of, the Hundred-Eyed Centipede can only be arrogant for a while, and will eventually be defeated by you!"
Huang Shang suddenly realized: "That's it. Goodbye, Master!"
Jin Chanzi: "..."
I'm being polite, but do you still take it seriously?
However, people in Buddhism are still easy to talk to as long as they don't throw them into the river and soak them for three days and three nights. Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and began to settle old scores: "The donor has learned the Prajna Heart Sutra and the Eight Parts of the Heart Sutra."
"Dragon Sutra" and "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra"?"
Huang Shangdao: "I don't know if I have learned it. It seems that I have, but it seems that I haven't."
Jin Chanzi wondered: "What's the point of this?"
Huang Shang didn't answer, he opened his big innocent eyes and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Jin Chanzi realized it.
This guy is uneducated and probably doesn’t even know what he’s practicing!
"Is the spell so strange?"
Jin Chanzi thought he understood. It turned out that he had made it up blindly.
If it were other Buddhist disciples, they would definitely no longer care about it. Why should they care about this nonsense?
But Jin Chanzi's brain circuit is different: "I don't know but I know, I know but I don't know, an innocent heart and compassion are quite rare!"
"Thanks for the compliment!"
Huang Shang accepted the compliment calmly, and the Fairy Saint Tail thorn in his hand faintly transformed into a stick, still vibrating, and the amplitude became more serious.
Jin Chanzi finished laying the groundwork and saw in Tuqiongdagger: "However, what the donor practiced is not the correct method, so the mantra will inevitably be wrong. Recite it completely for the poor monk to listen carefully!"
"Are these two disciples interested in the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Curse?"
Only then did Huang Shang understand what this guy wanted.
He originally recited those haphazardly pieced together mantras just to show that he had very little knowledge of the secrets of Buddhism and practiced them indiscriminately to avoid being forced to return to the West by saying that you are destined to be a Buddha. Unexpectedly, there are really weird monks who feel that such mantras
prestige.
This is not possible. If the reincarnation comes in early and encounters the golden cicada, then you will see a monk who is as powerful as a heavenly dragon. You will think that you have traveled around the world!
So, Huang Shangwei pretended to be stupid: "Master, I recited it casually, it's different every time."
Jin Chanzi smiled and said: "No problem, just tell the poor monk the version of 'The Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha'!"
Huang Shangdao: "That's what the master heard. I haven't thought about the others yet..."
Jin Chanzi never abandons or gives up: "It doesn't matter, the poor monk can help the donor think about it!"
"This monk is really stubborn..."
Huang Shang had no choice but to ask, "Did Master fall in love with the little demon's spell?"
The contrast between the two antonyms, one big and one small, vividly shows the speaker's injustice and helplessness towards reality, as well as the suppressed emotions that he wants to cry out but cannot really express.
Jin Chanzi immediately put his palms together and said, "My Buddha is compassionate!"
Just when Huang Shang thought that the matter was over and walked out of the cave, this guy followed him again: "What is behind Prajna Bamacuo? Can you still remember it? Do you want me to remind you?"
Huang Shang: "..."
"Brother!"
On the other side, seeing him and Jin Chanzi walking out of the cave, and the demons from Jiuwei Mountain surrounding them, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no way, this monk is too powerful, he can blow up the Hundred-Eyed Demon King with one punch. If the eldest brother has some shortcomings, he and his seven siblings can only lift the coffin...
As for the captured Wujueling demons, they were naturally extremely disappointed.
They wished that the demon king who had been killed inexplicably was taken away by the monks to avenge their Hundred-Eyed King.
But the next moment, the gazes of all the commanders suddenly froze.
Because of the Qinyuan tail thorn that Huang Shang holds in his hand.
Hooray!
The commanders were so frightened that they backed away.
They had seen it before and knew that this thing was the culprit of Wujue Mountain's poisonous mist. They also knew that this thing was the forbidden object of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King. They also knew that the Hundred-Eyed Demon King couldn't even get close to it, and could only lie down on the edge.
As for their leaders who have practiced Taoism for five hundred years, they can only take a look from a distance. They can really be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with.
And now, this supreme treasure is held obediently in the hands of the new king.
After being frightened, all the commanders bowed down in unison, with extremely enthusiastic tone: "Greetings to the new king! Greetings to the new king!"
The strong is king!
Huang Shang calmly waved his hand and incorporated these into his own ranks to strengthen his team.
Not only in this valley, because they adopted a surprise attack strategy to attack Huanglong, half of the little monsters in Wujue Ridge still did not participate in the battle.
After absorbing all these defeated generals, the number of little demons under his command would be close to one hundred thousand.
Although this number does not mean anything, any powerful demon king with thousands of years of Taoism might be able to swallow all 100,000 little demons with one open mouth, but occupying one side is almost enough.
Once the tail thorns are withdrawn, the poisonous fog will soon dissipate. The Wujue Ridge, Jiuwei Mountain, Shijing Mountain, and Wuyu Mountain are connected together, forming a territory with a radius of thousands of miles. Looking at the area alone, it is comparable to the jurisdiction of the Wuji Kingdom.
The scope can be said to be beginning to take shape.
Not bad! Not bad!
It's a pity that the purple gold furnace of Baolin Temple cannot be borrowed, and we still have to find a way to get a good alchemy furnace.
Once he has an alchemy furnace and can produce the elixir materials on his own, his power will immediately undergo earth-shaking changes and can expand tenfold in the shortest time.
While thinking about the next development plan, Huang Shang had a conversation with Jin Chanzi.
This monk is too stubborn. If he wants a spell, just make it up anyway.
As a result, Jin Chanzi began to recite the incantation: "??Destroy the Eight Desolations with the Palm??The Mysterious Vault of Heaven's Will??The Six Paths of the Universe??The Return of Ten Thousand Paths??The Great Sun Xuantian Curse!"
Is it majestic enough? Is it domineering enough?
Jin Chanzi read with enthusiasm, but felt that it was not appropriate. Was this too arrogant?
No matter, if Buddhist disciples are present, the poor monk will recite in his heart;
There were no Buddhist disciples present, so the poor monk shouted loudly!
What a clever little guy!
Huang Shang saw how enthusiastic he was practicing, so he happened to ask about the alchemy furnace.
This is the second disciple of Tathagata Buddha. He has a great background. A pill furnace should be fine, right?
Unexpectedly, Jin Chanzi frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, and then secretly revealed that the alchemy furnace was a strategic material and was organized.
Huang Shang said it was very dry.
In fact, for a world where alchemy cultivation is the main focus, this is a very normal thing.
Without controlling the method of alchemy, various forces would have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain in this place where natural treasures are everywhere.
Death by drought and death by waterlogging are a common problem in every world, and polarization is perfectly normal.
There are a lot of alchemy furnaces in Buddhism and Taoism in this world, even in places like Baolin Temple. But apart from these two sects, those idle clouds, wild cranes, fairies and ghosts, even if they have the heart to make alchemy, they can often only guard a broken furnace.
, or maybe you encounter the opportunity to inherit the magic weapon of your predecessors...
As a result, they had no choice but to rely on the two religions and had no independent power.
Fortunately, Jin Chanzi thought of something next and smiled: "Donor, you can go to the Sihai Dragon Palace!"
Huang Shang's eyes also lit up: "Four Seas Dragon Palace!"
From the perspective of the Monster Clan, I hate the Sihai Dragon Clan.
Because these guys were the first demon clan to surrender to the Heavenly Court and accepted the invitation. As a result, the Heavenly Court was afraid of the Dragon Clan’s strength and divided them all over the world.
The penalty is three cups and a dragon is killed.
As a result, the Sihai Dragon Clan discovered that after taking refuge, they did not get the power they expected. Instead, they were separated from other demon clans and faced hostility. They were a bit inhuman inside and out.
I don't know if the Sihai Dragon Clan regrets it in their heart. What I do know is that since then, these "noble" dragon Clan have been living in a state of intoxication. Apart from collecting treasures, they no longer do anything to strive for self-improvement.
Only when subjects learn to defile themselves can they survive, and the Emperor of Heaven is relieved.
As a result, over time, the state of Sihai Dragon Palace became: there is zero sense of presence on weekdays. Once it needs to take the blame and lack of treasure, hey, it's them.
It integrates temporary workers and ATM.
There is no one like this.
Of course, the so-called cash machine refers to a big guy with a background and strength who can take whatever you want.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, let alone a group of dragons?
Just because the current Huang Shang dares to go to the Dragon Palace to look for treasures, the Dragon King of the Four Seas will let him know what it means to be a temporary worker and how many teeth he has.
So at this moment, Huang Shang looked at Jin Chanzi.
"Master, let's go to the Dragon Palace together?"
"It's not convenient for a poor monk."
"The mighty heavenly dragon spell, with several dragons tattooed on the body, is particularly majestic..."