This monk is very powerful, and the cassock he transports must also be worn by a certain eminent monk all year round.
Under the influence of Buddha's power, it has become a good treasure.
The golden and red smoke clouds transformed by the cassocks exuded huge masculine power and were bound to suppress all enemies.
In mid-air, more and more small locusts were crushed into powder.
The big locusts gradually withstood the difficulties and fell into a disadvantage.
"This bald donkey, if I had been in Wubao, I would have beaten him into a piece of shit by now!" The big locust became more and more aggrieved. Since he came to Changning County, his back has not been straightened.
First he was beaten by a loach, and now he was beaten by a monk.
"Collect it from me!"
The monk stood aside and suddenly shouted loudly. The big locust was suddenly shaken, his body trembled, and his mind went blank.
The smoke clouds in the sky rolled up like a big net, wrapping the big locusts in it.
The monk reached out to take it, and there was a bulging cassock in his hand. The big locust was hesitating and shouting inside, but could not say a word.
This cassock prohibited everything. Not only was the big locust unable to speak at this moment, but even its divine power was sealed.
"It's a pity that my whirling golden bowl was snatched away by the loach, otherwise it would be so troublesome to catch an eighth-grade god! I'll ask the City God to exchange the golden bowl for this locust... But why haven't I heard of a locust becoming a god before? ah."
The great monk carried his cassock behind him like a burden and thought to himself.
In fact, he had known for a long time that the shrew and the little loach had stolen the chayote, but the two of them ran fast, and he had no evidence and it was difficult to accuse them.
Fortunately, we had a good harvest today, and we caught a god stealing food.
It's a pity that the little loach was not lured out by that operation.
The monk threw his cassock onto one of the grain carts and continued to hide in the darkness.
Maybe someone will come to save this big locust soon, and he can catch another god and exchange it with the City God for more things.
Unfortunately, the team transporting food reached the foot of Huangzhong Mountain, but no other gods arrived, which made the monk a little disappointed.
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"Brother, hurry... hurry and watch the fun!"
A little shrew jumped into the well water with a "plop" and smashed Qiuping's temple door with a loud bang. He could be heard shouting all over the water.
"What are you shouting for so early in the morning!" Qiu Ping was sleeping soundly on his spiritual mine, but this voice interrupted his sweet dream.
If the little mouse doesn't give a reasonable explanation today, he may not be able to help but beat his colleagues.
"I'm telling you, it made me laugh to death. The bearded monk from the Arhat Temple didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he caught a locust god from outside and came back. Now the father of the locust god is here to ask for someone!" The shrew's mouth crackled for a long time.
To sum it up in one sentence: The fight is on! There's a fight at Luohan Chanyuan!
Qiu Ping was still awake, but when he heard this, he immediately stopped feeling sleepy.
"Hurry, hurry, it's too late!" The little shrew pushed its butt and wagged its tail.
Qiu Ping hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it, and the shrew pounced forward.
The surrounding scenery was blurred and the space changed. After several jumps, Luohan Zen Temple was already in front of us.
Different from the peace of the past, today's Luohan Temple looks like it is facing a formidable enemy, watching the dark clouds in the sky with vigilance.
Behind the clouds, there is a middle-aged man wearing a blue-green official uniform, but with unusually thin cheeks.
He looked a little sickly.
Qiu Ping looked at the other party's clothes. The shape was slightly different from the Changning County gods' clothes. The clothes were wider and the patterns on them were simpler.
It seems that this person is a god from the [Fengchan Mountain] lineage.
Their origins are older and their actions are more extreme. Under the suppression of King Minngling, most of them only live in the Wubao of major families and rarely participate in the political affairs of various counties and cities.
"That's too much! That locust robbed the food of my Luohan Temple. Isn't it just right for me to arrest him? You, the god of plague, not only don't know how to restrain your subordinates, but also come to the door. Could it be that you regard the laws of Shinto as nothing?" Bearded Hu Da The monk became angry and shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man in the sky was silent for a while, and then he picked his ears with his fingers.
"What does it have to do with me if he eats your food? What I'm asking is why do you want to arrest my son?" The middle-aged man's voice seemed weak, but what he said could make people angry to death.
The great monk's face turned red, and the other monks in the temple also glared at the middle-aged man.
This is purely unreasonable.
"Let him go, and if you give me another compensation, the matter will be over. I won't ask for more from you. Well, just the food my son didn't eat and the cassock will be fine." The young man continued to speak.
"impossible!"
The great monk slapped the stone pier beside him heavily. These gods were simply too deceptive.
"call."
The middle-aged man opened his robe sleeves, and the dark clouds from the sky flew down, instantly covering the entire Luohan Temple.
The miasma is rampant and extremely vicious.
During this time, everyone felt extremely clammy and cold, and the all-pervasive evil spirit penetrated into your body along your mouth, nose, and pores.
Many monks with low strength only felt dizzy, tinnitus, nasal congestion, and abdominal pain. They seemed to be infected with various diseases in an instant.
The most terrifying thing is that this power is tightly entangled with the physical body, specifically damaging people's essence, Qi, and Taoism.
Even if it is cured, the vitality will be severely damaged.
The great monk stretched out his hand and pressed it, and countless golden Sanskrit words rose up in the void. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the brilliant and domineering aura isolates a large amount of miasma.
But at this time, a large amount of evil energy had entered the monk's body.
These Buddhist teachings clashed with each other and not only failed to dispel the miasma, but instead caused the monks to develop high fevers and their condition became more serious.
"Hey, my disease is divided into heat, heat, dampness, and dryness. If you don't know how to solve it and only know how to use brute force to get rid of it, it will only make the condition worse. You should work harder. See how these little monks are dying. Not fast enough!”
The middle-aged people in the air smiled calmly, but everyone including Qiu Ping felt a deep chill.
The ability of this plague god is so terrifying. In comparison, the locust plague doesn't seem that serious.
"So arrogant and majestic!"
Qiu Ping felt a little shocked when he looked at the God of Plague in the sky who suppressed the entire Luohan Temple by himself.
But is there really no one who can control them?
The Shinto king's laws can't control the family?
As everyone knows, if the king's law is followed, the Xie family should not exist.
But for such a big power in Qingzhou, the court has not been able to solve it, which in itself explains the problem.
If King Mingling had not single-handedly suppressed the gods of the families in [Fengchan Mountain], this world would never be what it is now.
(End of chapter)
