"It's hungry..."
Xia Zhichan stared at the slightly turbulent river, he sighed and continued:
"You just saw how huge it is, which means that it needs to eat a lot of food every day."
"The fish and shrimps in the river are simply not enough for it to fill its teeth, so it targets... the people gathered on the shore or on the river."
Jiang Qin frowned. She didn't like Xia Zhichan's current statement. It seemed that there was no difference between people and fish and shrimps in the river.
"And cannibalism is a demon's instinct. It practices cultivation by devouring human flesh and blood. It will quickly increase its cultivation level and become out of control."
Many demons have fallen like this. After they discovered that they can increase their cultivation by eating people, who would concentrate on practicing and just go to the roadside and eat a few people?
Therefore, they are often hunted to death by the righteous way, or die under the thunder of transcending tribulations.
"Fortunately, this catfish spirit has just opened its intelligence not long ago. It only eats people to fill its stomach. Once it becomes as smart and cunning as humans..."
Xia Zhichan scratched his head. He knew that once what he said happened, the consequences would not be something those cultivators in Jiangcheng could bear.
"But the formation can't catch it."
Jiang Qin saw the various formations Xia Zhichan had carefully laid out before, but even the formations prepared in advance could only restrain the catfish spirit for a short time. It was almost impossible to control it in the long term.
Even if it has just opened its spiritual intelligence, it still does not have the demonic energy that can do evil in its body, but after all, it has a body with a tyrannical peak cultivation level, which means that ordinary magic and Taoism will not work on it at all.
Find ways to lure it out again, and then find ways to control and get rid of it.
"Get rid of it...how?"
The only thing Xia Zhichan could think of was the cinnabar yellow talisman that she could no longer use. That talisman was really powerful, but once it was used, it would injure the enemy a thousand times and cause eight hundred losses to oneself.
And with his current true energy condition, he couldn't use the cinnabar yellow talisman at all.
How to do it?
"Go and talk to Zen Master Fu Kong, maybe he will have a solution."
Jiang Qin looked at the frowning man and could only express his thoughts. At least a few people would get together to discuss it, which should be more or less useful.
…
"You bald donkey! Come and continue to recite Buddhist scriptures for me. Once you get the money, you have to do something, otherwise I will find someone to demolish your ruined temple..."
Nan Er jumped to his feet and cursed. The more he looked at the kind-faced and smiling monk in front of him, the angrier he became.
But no matter how much he scolded him, Zen Master Fukong would not fight back, and even clasped his hands together and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures.
The young novice monk at the door turned his head to the side angrily because he didn't want to see the man in black who was scolding his master.
"Amitabha……"
Zen Master Fukong seemed to have something in his heart. He was thinking about the Buddhist scriptures, but suddenly stopped. He didn't care about Nan Er who was angry at the side, but turned his eyes to the door.
"Grandmaster."
Xia Zhichan appeared with Jiang Qin and saluted at the door.
"You two must have come from the river. It seems that we have some clues about the big fish that killed the people."
Zen Master Fukong motioned for the two of them to sit down and talk, and then personally reached out to pick up the teapot and poured tea for them. The young novice at the door shook his head. He had never seen his master pour tea for others.
"Hey, where's my tea? I spent money riding a horse and I can't even get a cup of tea..."
Nan Er stared at the great monk Fu Kong angrily. As the saying goes, judging a person's wealth is like killing his parents. This is probably how he hated Zen Master Fu Kong.
"Okay, shut up now."
Xia Zhichan stopped Nan Er's next words with a drink, then handed over the teacup in her hand, blocked Nan Er's mouth and said:
"Master is your savior, please pay attention to the attitude of your words."
"Shit! The savior also has to collect money. Then if I encounter bandits who robbed me on the road, they will let me go after taking the money. Do I still need to thank the bandits for not killing me..."
In the final analysis, Nan Er just cares about money, which is all gold! It's pure gold. How can ordinary people have so much money? Nan Er's savings from traveling all over the country over the years don't exceed two ingots of silver, and he has never seen gold.
Although Xia Zhichan paid for the money, Nan Er of course placed the blame on himself. That's five gold ingots. When can I earn the money and return it to Xia Zhichan?
"I can tell you..."
Xia Zhichan knew that Nan Er was actually messing around now, so he suddenly thought of a good idea:
"Zen Master Fu Kong is the most cultivated among us. Don't mess with him easily."
"So what if you mess with him?"
Nan Er was thinking about how he could get some more money back from the old monk's hands, so he always deliberately looked for trouble. However, the old monk's self-restraint skills were really good. Effect.
"Before entering Samana, the master traveled through the world and was respectfully called the 'Smiling King Kong' by the people in the world because he once eradicated a bandit village of hundreds of people in one night."
When Xia Zhichan said this, she paused and deliberately looked at Zen Master Kanfu Kong's expression, but he was smiling exactly as usual, without anything unusual.
"There were five hundred bandits in one cottage, all of them died overnight..."
Nan Er blinked. He couldn't believe that the great monk in front of him was a ruthless person who could kill five hundred bandits in one night.
He had heard of the Laughing King Kong in the world, but legend has it that this man had disappeared a long time ago. Some said he had gone into hiding, while others said he was hunted to death by his enemies, but he did not expect that he actually became a monk.
"impossible……"
"Master, is everything I said true?"
Xia Zhichan specifically asked Zen Master Bukong. The latter narrowed his eyes and shook his head gently.
Um? It's impossible for me to remember it wrong. Before becoming a monk, Zen Master Fu Kong was the famous Laughing King Kong in the world, a ruthless character who once killed five hundred bandits in one night.
"No..."
Zen Master Fukong smiled and shook his head. Before he finished speaking, he saw Nan Er, who had a stiff face, let out a sigh of relief, and the latter said with a smile:
"I said it's impossible. How could the Smiling King Kong really become a monk..."
But Zen Master Fu Kong's next words suddenly made his heart, which had just been relaxed, tighten up again. This relaxation and tightening almost broke the string in his heart.
"Actually, it's just...three hundred people."
After Zen Master Fu Kong finished speaking, it was as simple as correcting a grammatical error in Xia Zhichan's mouth.
That's three hundred lives, three hundred vicious bandits. In Zen Master Fu Kong's mouth, it seems like a number that doesn't need to be remembered.
One person versus ten thousand people can only appear in illusory myths and legends. One person is against a thousand people, which has also been heard in folklore. And one person kills a hundred people... there is a living example in front of us.
Nan Er swallowed reluctantly. After he entered Sima's house with the reverse pattern knife, he killed no more than a hundred people in total. Although most of them were killers raised by the Sima family, and almost all of them were in the same house. He was defeated by Nan Er in a one-on-one situation. Later, because of the evil spirit left by the peach blossoms in his body, he was able to achieve the ability to kill several people instantly.
When Zen Master Fu Kong was young, what kind of martial arts did he rely on to actually dare to go deep into a bandit den of hundreds of people alone, and kill all the bandits inside?
"Well……"
Xia Zhichan patted the stupid Nan Er on the shoulder, and told the latter to go home quickly if nothing happened.
Nan Er could only walk out stupidly. When he was about to go out, he turned back and glanced at the kind-hearted monk Fu Kong.
"Amitabha."
The great monk was not at all vicious as the rumors said. Even though Nan Er had been scolding him for a long time, he was not angry.
"Master, I set up a simple formation by the river..."
Xia Zhichan told Zen Master Fu Kong in detail what she had done and the situations she had encountered before.
"Oh I got it……"
Zen Master Fukong shook his head. After all, he was a person with the highest level of cultivation and rich experience. He quickly gave up Xia Zhichan's idea of fishing:
"Unless it is the mountain-protecting formation of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, it is impossible to completely restrain the body of a great demon in the Half-step Heaven Realm..."
"Is it the level of the mountain protection formation..."
Xia Zhichan naturally does not have that ability, and it is impossible to arrange a formation at the same level as the Mountain Protection Formation of Wanfo Mountain. After all, he is not specialized in formations. And in fact, he doesn't know how to form huge and complicated formations like the Mountain Guard Formation.
There is no mountain protection formation on Kuelong Mountain. There is only one old man and four stupid apprentices on the mountain, so there is no need for any mountain-protecting formation.
"But Xia Lingguan said that the catfish has no intelligence and only relies on instinct to eat people... Then it's better to set up a psychedelic array and trap it in it so that it can't get out."
After all, Zen Master Fu Kong was a monk in the Dengtang realm, and he quickly came up with a currently feasible method.
"Illusion array..."
Xia Zhichan thought for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
"Yeah, we don't need to restrain it. We just need to trap it in a fixed place and can't get out. At least for the time being, the current trouble can be solved."
"What do you mean? One moment you say you don't need to restrain it, and the next moment you say you need to trap it..."
It can be said that Jiang Qin did not understand the battle method at all. She did not understand the content of Xia Zhichan's discussion with Zen Master Fu Kong.
"Let's use an analogy..."
The previous binding circle was like a hemp rope binding a catfish. A particularly strong rope was needed to tie the catfish tightly, but Xia Zhichan and the others did not have such a rope.
So he changed a method and deceived the catfish, which had great strength but extremely low IQ, from the river where it could swim freely into a fish tank carefully built by Xia Zhichan.
A fish tank where the fish cannot get out no matter how hard they swim.
The silly catfish thought it was still in the river, so it could only keep swimming in search of food, and then circle around in the fish tank.
"A 'fish tank' made of illusion..."
