"Hiss."
The three-headed snake, protected in the shadow of the golden bowl, kept spitting out snake messages, its eyes full of resentment.
It is originally an exotic dragon species and has no blood connection with the local true dragons. Its character even has the defect of being "very angry, misbehaving, and breaking precepts and fighting", but it is naturally close to Buddhism.
It is said that his ancestors once wrapped their bodies around Sakyamuni seven times under the Bodhi tree, and led their heads to cover the Buddha's head to protect the Buddha.
Then Sakyamuni became a Buddha. He had immeasurable merits and virtues and entered the eight groups of heavenly dragons.
Most of its descendants are enshrined in temples and help eliminate the troubles of many eminent monks in the temple.
As for the current three-headed snake, despite its incompetence, it had protected the practice of the founder of Luohan Zen Monastery, and its status was quite high.
Qiu Ping's words made the three-headed snake extremely angry.
"Donor, this snake is my Buddhist protector. I'm afraid Shinto can't control it." The monk's eyes did not change. He had already achieved Arahantship. Not to mention the little loach in front of him, even the entire Changning County would not take it seriously.
"Little Loach, who does your Shinto mean? I will definitely repay you for this hatred in the future!" The three-headed snake raised its remaining head and looked at Qiu Ping.
It itself is a creature between divinity and animality. Now it has suffered a big loss, and its animality has suppressed divinity.
"Really? Then I will tell you today what Shinto is."
At this moment, a somewhat deep voice sounded. When he said the last word, the water in the entire cave surged up, and a group of little monsters were stacked at the bottom of the pool like a stack of Arhats. They looked so pitiful.
"boom."
The top of the entire cave was directly blown away by a terrifying force, and the sunlight from the outside shined directly in, exposing the darkness here to the outside world at a glance.
On a boulder not far away, stood an old man wearing turtle armor and with white beard and hair.
It was He Bo.
Qiu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. After experiencing the lesson of Fat Catfish last time, he learned a painful lesson and try to be as steady as possible even if it is a sure-fire mission.
This time when he entered the [Dragon King Club's] lair, he asked Little Carp to report the news in advance.
If something happens, there will be someone to take care of you.
No, it’s used.
Qiu Ping himself really couldn't handle the old monk who suddenly appeared now.
"Wuze Arhat, are you going to fight?" He Bo's eyes fell on the phantom of the monk. Qi was surging around his body, and the water in the entire Fu River was surging, as if it was accumulating water.
"This snake once protected me, and today I am responsible for solving my problems. This is cause and effect, and I cannot let it go." The monk's tone remained calm.
"That's nonsense. The old man is going to kill an incarnation of an Arhat... for fun today." He Bo didn't look at his usual lazy old man appearance. He really got into a fight and had a very hot temper.
Qiu Ping looked at He Bo with admiration. Even though the old man always used him, this was really true!
As He Bo became angry, the raging Fu River water rose, and there was a palpitating smell throughout Changning County.
Although his status is not as high as that of the City God, his combat power is definitely number one.
"Little loach, blow the horn to shake people, let's fight with the bald donkey today! I don't believe in evil anymore, there are forces in Changning County that are not under our control! We will destroy Luohan Temple later!" He Bo said to a black man. The horn was thrown to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping quickly transformed into a divine form and caught it.
"Remember, blow nine times and we will fight hard today." He Bo rolled up his sleeves, blew his beard and said with eyes wide open.
"Oh, okay." Qiu Ping nodded, immediately puffed up his cheeks, and started blowing hard.
This horn was extremely heavy. When he took a breath, the heavy sound came out of it, but it spread throughout Fuhe and even Changning County at a firm and fast speed.
In the Chenghuang Yamen of Changning County, all the civil and military officials, including the Chenghuang, raised their heads and looked in the direction of the horn.
This is a war call. It will only sound when encountering a powerful enemy.
"All the gods, yin soldiers, shrimp soldiers and crabs will quickly gather and go to Huangzhong Mountain." The city god put down the documents in his hands, and when the horn sounded, he entered the wartime state.
"Woooooooo." The horn sounded one after another, five times in the blink of an eye.
After hearing so many noises, Cheng Huang's expression also changed.
Because the degree of crisis is calculated according to the amount of noise, the more noise, the higher the degree of crisis.
If it really reaches the ninth ring, the sound will go straight into the ears of the Dragon Lord, and in the end even the King of Mingling and the Dragon King will have to intervene.
"Wuze Arhat is such a blessing. We can use the entire Shinto power of Changning County to surround and kill us. This is the first time in the past few hundred years." He Bo listened to the sound of the trumpet in his ears, as if he heard something touching. music.
"Little Loach, let's talk about it, we have really had a lot of dealings with Buddhism recently. You may not know that when our Mingling King was refining Abi Hell, we found many Buddhist treasures in the hell, and we don't know which eminent monk it is. It was left by the great virtue." He turned around again and spoke to the little loach who was playing the horn hard.
The face of the illusory monk had already changed a bit, but after hearing He Bo's words, his expression became even stiffer.
The incident in Abi Hell itself was a Buddhist plan, trapping and killing countless gods in the human world. But in the end, things took a turn for the worse, and King Ming Ling took advantage of him and took away the entire hell.
Nowadays, the relationship between Shinto and Buddhism is very tense. This seventh-grade Hebo is also a madman and insists on intensifying the matter to this point.
He even blew the horn nine times in a row, which meant he was really determined to fight to the death.
He had already begun to think about quitting, not because he was afraid of the gods in Changning County, but because he was worried that he would become the trigger for a complete conflagration between the two forces. In that case, the consequences would be too great for him.
I am afraid that my realm will also be reversed, and it is even possible that I will be forced to reincarnate.
"Amitabha." Countless thoughts and calculations flashed through Uze Arhat's mind, and finally he sighed and dissipated into golden light that filled the sky.
"Ugh..." Qiu Ping held back his cheeks and was about to blow out the eighth blow.
Hebo slapped him on the head, snatched the horn away, and wiped the saliva on it.
"Okay, okay, if you keep blowing it, Long Jun will really hear it." He Bo put away the horn. He was brave enough today, but at least he scared the monk away.
"He Bo is mighty!"
Qiu Ping smiled coyly and flattered him.
"Okay, go back and deal with this snake properly. Damn it, the war horn was used today. I have to write a document explaining the reason to the superiors when I go back." He Bo looked unhappy. He was a big boss and the most annoying thing. Just write these documents.
"Okay." Qiu Ping turned his head, with a small black face in the shadows, looking at the three-headed snake with a sinister smile.
The three-headed snake's heart froze. This monk is too unreliable. After all, he had protected you from wind and rain before, but you just ran away?
Take one with me too!
