Not long after, a sound of dragon roar suddenly came from the sky behind, and then a figure also appeared.
Hearing the sound, all the masters and disciples turned their heads to look.
The person who came had the body of a dragon, a refined temperament, and extraordinary might. He was none other than the Dragon King of Jinghe River.
The Dragon King of Jinghe lowered his head and was overjoyed when he saw Lin Xian. He immediately stepped forward, knelt down on one knee and kowtowed to Lin Xian.
"Disciple pays homage to Master."
"No courtesy." Lin Xian said with a slight smile.
The Dragon King of Jinghe stood up and looked at Lin Xian with a smile, "Master, long time no see."
Lin Xian contacted him before, and he came here.
If Lin Xian doesn't contact him, he doesn't know when he will see his master again.
The people around Sun Wukong, Jin Chanzi and others were stunned.
"Master, who is he?"
"When did Master collect a white jade dragon?"
Everyone was confused for a while.
Lin Xian rarely mentioned the Jinghe Dragon King, and basically no one had ever seen him.
But just when Lin Xian was about to introduce it to everyone, Ao Lie squeezed out from the crowd. He glanced at the Dragon King of Jinghe blankly and asked in disbelief: "Are you... uncle?"
"Uncle?"
Everyone turned to look at Ao Lie.
Although the Dragon Clan now lives all over the world, the dragon nature is inherently lustful, and the Dragon Clan's power is even greater than imagined.
So it's nothing new for Ao Lie to have an uncle.
However, Ao Lie's uncle was still Lin Xian's apprentice, which aroused everyone's strong interest.
"Ao Lie, I didn't expect you to also..."
Jinghe Dragon King also just saw Ao Lie, and his eyes showed surprise.
"I was also a victim of the tribulation. Uncle, you know that, so I later became a disciple of Marshal Tianpeng." Ao Lie said.
The Dragon King of Jinghe suddenly realized.
Then he looked at the people around him and introduced himself with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, I am the Dragon King of Jinghe River. Before the Chang'an Water and Land Dharma Assembly, I worshiped Marshal Tianpeng as my teacher."
"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be the Dragon King of Jinghe. From now on, you can call me Senior Brother Sun, and you can call them Junior Brother and Junior Sister."
Sun Wukong jumped out and laughed.
Everyone was also in an uproar. They didn't expect it to be the Dragon King of Jinghe River. The Dragon King of Jinghe River also had a great background for them.
"Senior brother, I am a black bear spirit, just call me Black Wind."
"Senior brother, I am the Yellow Wind Monster, just call me Huang Feng."
"Junior brother Jin Chanzi, pay homage to senior brother."
"Junior sister Xiaogu, pay your respects to senior brother."
…
So everyone held their hands and introduced each other very familiarly.
"You are the Jinghe Dragon King, and I am your master's wife. My name is Xiao Zi." Zi Yi suddenly said.
Hearing this untimely voice, everyone cast disdainful glances.
After getting along in the early stage, they also realized that Ziyi and their master Lin Xian had not yet even exchanged their horoscopes.
It’s too narcissistic to call herself master’s wife now.
"Greetings to Master." Jinghe Dragon King was suddenly startled and quickly bowed down.
Ziyi changed her appearance, and even the Jinghe Dragon King couldn't tell that she was Ziyi, the youngest of the seven fairies.
"That's not right. Ao Lie is your nephew, and you are our senior fellow apprentices. This..."
Suddenly someone became surprised and suspicious.
Outside the crowd, Lin Xian couldn't help but cover his eyes.
After all, the seniority was still confused.
"It's okay, uncle. From now on, you call me junior brother, and I call you uncle. Let's talk about our own affairs."
Ao Lie shouted.
"That's a good idea."
Everyone nodded, feeling that what Ao Lie said made sense.
The Jinghe Dragon King blinked a few times and then nodded slowly.
At the moment, everyone is cooking in a big pot to receive the wind and wash away the dust for the Dragon King of Jinghe River.
This celebration lasted three days and three nights.
They could reach the Heishui River on the same day, but in the end they had to wait until the ninth day.
Above the clouds above our heads, the general situation was such that they couldn't help but fall asleep before Lin Xian and the others could wait. Even the little dragon in the Blackwater River felt like the flowers were about to wither.
Early morning on the ninth day.
Everyone is on their way.
The Jinghe Dragon King also knew about Lin Xian's plan.
His youngest son was in the Blackwater River not far away. The next step to subdue the little dragon would depend on his methods.
The Blackwater River is very wide and has fast currents.
And the river water has a strange ink color.
Of course, this was the fault of the little dragon. The surrounding fishermen kept fishing for his aquarium, and he had fewer and fewer men at his disposal. In the end, he had no choice but to turn the river water into black.
When they saw Lin Xian and others arriving, a group of little demons immediately went to report the news.
In order to test whether his son could recognize him, the Dragon King of Jinghe changed his appearance.
So close.
The little dragon swam to the shore, chanted the magic formula, and transformed into a raft. He also became a boatman, and rowed to the crowd.
When he saw the crowd, the little dragon was also surprised and suspicious.
Today’s Buddhist scripture-seeking teams are a mixed bag, with people from all walks of life.
Especially when he saw the Jinghe Dragon King, even though he could not recognize the Jinghe Dragon King's appearance, the little dragon still felt a palpitation in his heart when he felt this familiar aura.
But soon, the little dragon regained its consciousness.
He would rather think that he was hallucinating than believe that the Dragon King of Jinghe could be Marshal Tianpeng's apprentice.
Immediately, he smiled and said to everyone: "Elders, do you want to cross this black water river?"
Jin Chanzi stepped forward and said, "That's right."
The little dragon felt happy and immediately pointed to the raft at his feet, "Just right, old farmer, I can give you a ride."
The little dragon has already made plans, as long as everyone gets on the raft.
When the raft reached the middle of the river, he cast a spell to make everyone fall into the water, and then took the opportunity to attack Jin Chanzi.
However, the next actions of the group of people immediately confused the little dragon.
I saw Jin Chanzi saying with disdain: "No need, we are all immortals, we can just fly over, there is no need to use your raft."
"Immortal... Immortal?" Little Dragon was confused.
As he said that, Lin Xian and his masters and disciples immediately had clouds appearing under their feet.
The crowd flew into the sky above the Blackwater River on clouds.
At the same time, high in the sky above, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva just woke up from his sleep.
He looked down at the Blackwater River and saw this scene.
A group of people crossed the river on clouds, and the scene was so spectacular.
For a time, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva was also confused.
"Quick, little dragon, attack the golden cicada." Seeing this situation, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva immediately sent a message from the void to the little dragon.
The little dragon looked ugly.
The learner didn't play his cards according to the routine, which disrupted his plan.
Even if he heard the urging of the general situation, he didn't know what to do.
But soon, just as everyone was about to fly to the other side of the river, the little dragon suddenly became wise and immediately recited a magic formula.
The mana surged, and the little dragon waved his hand.
boom!
Three water columns the size of millstones immediately rose from the surface of the Blackwater River.
These three water pillars were like three giant dragons, and they all wound towards Jin Chanzi.
At the same time, the little dragon also regained its true appearance.
"Nie Zi, do you dare?"
The moment the little dragon regained his true appearance, the Dragon King of Jinghe also recovered his true appearance.
He pointed at the little falcon, showing an expression of hatred for steel.
