Finally, he gently knocked on the top of the fish soul's head, and the dragon king fish soul obediently disappeared under the river water.
Not long after, it stopped raining in the Longmen area for more than a month.
In the distance, the flow of the Yi River into the Dijiang River gradually weakened.
The old monk Wuya looked at the dark clouds in the sky that were gradually becoming thinner, and the passengers on both sides of Longmen who were putting away their raincoats and umbrellas. He sighed with emotion: "The rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, it's time to put away the umbrellas..." .”
Of course Master Wuya was not simply lamenting that the rain in Longmen had stopped.
The rain has stopped and there is no need for an umbrella.
His umbrella, which has been in charge of Longmen for many years, must come to an end.
Yang Ning was also a little emotional: "Master Wuya, so many years have passed by. This Longmen is also a place where spiritual energy accumulates. Thanks to you being in charge, otherwise there would be countless evil ghosts and resentful spirits flowing out of the Central Plains."
Wu Ya smiled and said, "It's just a matter of duty."
"In the future, there will be the Dragon King who has your breath, and there will be the spirit baby that you threw into the Yi River. Unless you die, no evil ghost will ever appear in this Dragon Gate."
There was a brief silence between the two.
Yang Ning suddenly said: "Do you want the temple on the shore to hold a farewell ceremony for you?"
Wu Ya waved his hand and said, "No need. I have been dead for ten years. What kind of ceremony should I do? I will just step on this reed and go eastward along the Dijiang River to see the sea and then die."
After saying that, he looked at Yang Ning and asked, "Is it okay?"
Yang Ning was stunned for a moment, "Of course."
Bang!
The sound of the dragging iron chain came from the feet of old monk Wuya. A thick iron chain that originally penetrated his foot bone fell off on its own and was thrown into the depths of the Yi River.
Instantly, the scarlet light in old monk Wuya's eyes began to flicker.
Yang Ning raised his hand, and the Buddhist master actually bowed his head slightly in front of Yang Ning like a junior.
However, Yang Ning felt that it was a bit inappropriate to stroke the Buddhist master's head, so he just patted the old monk Wuya on the shoulder.
Suddenly, the red light in the old monk's eyes dissipated.
"Seven days. After seven days, the resentment and hostility in your heart will be completely revived. At that time, the ghost nature will completely devour the human nature, and you will become a peerless evil ghost. So you have to kill yourself within seven days. These seven days are enough for you to go from here to Is it the sea?"
The old monk nodded and said: "Of course it's enough, but what if..."
Yang Ning: "If anything, have you seen the dragon's head?"
"I guarantee the incision on your neck will be flatter and smoother than that."
"After all, he is an old friend who I killed once, so there is no pressure to kill him again."
Old monk: "..."
"Just, can't you show some mercy?"
Yang Ning glanced at him and said, "I could kill you when you were a good person, but now that you have turned into a devil, can I show mercy to you?"
Old monk: "..."
As if he was heartbroken by Yang Ning's cold words, the old monk waved to him and said, "Little guy, I'm leaving then. You, be careful."
Yang Ning nodded, the old monk stepped on the reeds under his feet, and floated along the Yi River towards the Di River ahead.
The dark clouds parted and the sun appeared.
As the back of the old monk Wuya gradually faded away, the sound of reciting sutras suddenly sounded from the temples in the mountains on both sides of Longmen.
The sun shines on the river, and Master Wuya crossing the river with a reed gradually merges with the light and shadow of the Dijiang River.
He did not wait until he went to the sea to commit suicide.
He directly melted his soul into the river.
Looking at this scene, Yang Ning said to herself: "So, this is what you meant when you said going east to the sea..."
Wow!
The golden-scaled fish soul that had just been named Dragon King by Yang Ning jumped out of the water and easily jumped over the golden dragon gate in the sky.
After sitting quietly on the river for a while, Yang Ning waved his hand to remove a piece of dragon scale between the eyes of the dragon's head. Yang Ning said to the water ghost holding a long pole behind him: "Let's go back."
The bamboo raft turned around and headed in the direction it came from.
On both sides of Longmen, tourists are going crazy, and so are the people from the Special Administration Bureau.
Regardless of whether they believe in gods or Buddhas, at this moment, tourists on both sides of Longmen have all turned into Yang Ning's most loyal fans.
When the figure in white clothes returned from the river in front, the older pilgrims on both sides of the river who had burned incense and worshiped Buddha in various temples in Longmen didn't remember any Buddha or Bodhisattva at all. They only saw this one just now. The fairy boy who chopped off the dragon with a wave of his hand in front of them!
Younger tourists took photos of Yang Ning with their mobile phones, screaming and cheering endlessly.
Looking at the enthusiastic crowd at the case, Yang Ning doubted herself: "Am I becoming an Internet celebrity?"
On the side, a few kiddos were talking nonstop: "Chengcheng should have become an Internet celebrity long ago!"
"As expected of Chengcheng, he is loved by so many people wherever he goes!"
"Essentially, these people's love for Orange is actually their yearning and worship for the mysterious and unknown."
"..."
On the shore, Li Bai sat slumped in the temporary command tent set up by the Special Administration Bureau, holding a walkie-talkie and saying: "Everyone?"
"You all know what happened, right? How did this happen?"
Chao Gexue's voice soon came from the intercom: "What's round? No need to round."
"How many tourists are there at Longmen? After the relevant video spreads, just find a few accounts and say it's special effects."
"It's such a big deal, there won't be any waves in a few days."
"By the way, he probably doesn't like the dragon's corpse. Remember to take that thing back to the station."
Li Bai wanted to say something else, but suddenly, there was a buzzing sound from his walkie-talkie, and the signal was cut off.
There is often only one reason why this happens.
Li Bai's whole body tensed up almost as a reflex.
Sure enough, the next second Yang Ning's voice came from the intercom: "Great poet, come here and help move some things."
Avoiding the crowd on the shore, Yang Ning landed in a hidden place.
When Li Bai led the people there, they saw that Yang Ning was already surrounded by piles of retro books.
Li Bai knew this thing, it was a fate book.
As early as when he first came into contact with Yang Ning, the number of people in this thing was still calculated by "one".
As a result, now it’s all based on “this”.
No, to be precise, it should be calculated by "car" now.
Li Bai remembered clearly that Yang Ning had already saved two cars' fate records in the Special Administration Bureau.
Looking at Li Bai and his entourage, Yang Ning kept taking out the fate books full of little colorful people from his white cloth bag, and said: "What are you doing standing there? Move it."
Li Bai nodded hurriedly: "Move, move!"
Yang Ning also ordered: "By the way, please bring my earthly master back from the Dijiang River."
Li Bai: "Okay."
In front of Yang Ning, this great poet was as well-behaved as a child.
There is a Dragon King in the Yi River, and the water potential of the entire Dijiang River has been controlled. From now on, there will be no floods in the Dijiang River for at least thirty years.
Therefore, there is no need for the Earth God to stay by the riverside.
After loading all the Yuanzhu, it was enough to load three off-road vehicles.
Seemingly, there were only three carts of retro books. Yang Ning said with a pleased look on his face: "Am I now considered to be a rich scholar?"
He was very happy, but Li Bai next to him was staring at the Yuanzhu filled with three cars, and his whole body was cold.
God is so knowledgeable and rich!
The next second, Li Bai thought of a very scary question.
When Yang Ning went to Luke to save herself, she opened a humanitarian channel and saved tens of thousands of people.
It’s just a lot of good luck.
As a result, Luke's entire country was destroyed.
And this time, five cars, five cars...
Li Bai raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He was shocked to find that he was already covered in cold sweat.
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