"Namo Amitabha… "
As soon as Wu Tiancai flew to the middle of the passage, the sound of chanting began to echo in his ears. As he got closer to the Buddha Hall, the sound became louder and louder.
Moreover, it carries with it a supreme magical power that seems to be able to purify people's body and mind, eliminate all desires, calm the hostility and murderous intent deep in people's hearts, and allow people to reach a state of no desires and no demands.
"Although the people of Gutuo Temple are somewhat sanctimonious, to be honest, they are really scary." said the Insect King.
"You are not a human at all, just a poor little bug, what are you afraid of?" The little guy seized the opportunity and started to attack fiercely.
"You are the same, and you still have the nerve to talk about me." The Insect King rolled his eyes.
"Is Frog the same as you? You think too much, little bug. Frog has the blood of the Sky-Swallowing Beast flowing in his body, and a little bug like you who doesn't have noble bloodline is not even happy to be carrying Frog's shoes!"
"The key is whether you can wear shoes. If you can, I really don't mind picking them up for you."
"Enough! If you keep making noise, you will be sent to the Star Realm!" Wutan's face was dark and his veins were bulging. He really couldn't understand what was going on in the minds of these two little guys. It was already this late and they were still in the mood to bicker.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the end of the passage, but when they saw the so-called exit in front of them, even Wutan, who was a steady and mature person, couldn't help but have the urge to curse.
Because right next to the exit, there is a huge manure pit!
That’s right, it was a cesspool. The pungent stench made Wutan dizzy and his stomach felt like it was churning. Finally, with a sound of vomiting, he could not bear it any longer. He lay in the air and vomited frantically.
Fortunately, the cesspool was next to them, not above their heads, otherwise the fate of the three people would have been quite "tragic"!
"Crack..."
The little fellow plugged his nostrils with one of his paws and clenched the other paw tightly. His mouth full of steel teeth were trembling and making crackling sounds. His face twitched constantly and his narrow eyes were red as if flames were burning. It was obvious that he was on the verge of anger.
"It stinks! I can't stand it anymore!" The Insect King held it in for a long time, and finally roared to the sky. His aura burst out, and a palace above was blown open with a bang, revealing the sunny sky.
Whoosh!!!
At this time, Wutan didn't care about so many things. He, the little guy and the Insect King, turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky. Then, regardless of the group of stunned monks below, he stood high in the sky, gasping for breath madly, greedily breathing in the fresh air.
When the Insect King roared earlier, the monks in the Buddha Hall had already sensed an invasion, and they all woke up from their meditation immediately. When they opened their eyes, they found that the Jinhua Hall had exploded with a loud bang, and three beams of light shot out from it.
On the spot, the group of so-called "six empty" young monks were all stunned, because they all knew that there was a huge manure pool deep underground in the Jinhua Palace, but at this moment, someone actually rushed out from below, which meant... didn't it mean...
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but shudder, and then they dared not think about it anymore.
Of course, at their level, there is no need to excrete anything, but don’t forget that Gutuo Temple is a holy place in the eyes of mortals, and a large number of people come to worship every day.
Mortals are not like cultivators. Eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping are essential daily necessities. Therefore, since the founding of the Gutuo Temple, some toilets and dining halls have been built.
The sewage from these places gathered deep under the Buddha Temple, and over time, it formed a huge cesspool.
"Hey! So familiar! The face of that man in white, I seem to have seen it somewhere." A little monk came back to his senses first, glanced at Wutan, and said in surprise, with a thoughtful look in his pupils.
Suddenly, the little monk seemed to remember something, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "It's him, those who go against the will of heaven will have no heaven!"
"Wutian!"
Wu Tian's name was like a curse. When they heard the little monk's exclamation, the group of monks around him were struck by lightning. Their bodies trembled violently, and they came to their senses suddenly. They looked up and stared. Sure enough, the figure with white hair and white clothes was the public enemy of the five continents, Wu Tian, the one who went against the will of heaven!
An elderly monk stood up and rushed out of a large hall called the Great Hall of the Buddha, and shouted, "Wutian, what are you and your two spirit pets doing in my Gutuo Temple?"
"It almost cost Mr. Frog his life!"
The little fellow patted his belly hard, looking frightened, but he was muttering, "Those bastards of the Ghost Sect must have deliberately placed the exit next to the manure pit so that when Frog came in, he would be suffocated by the stench. How dare they plot against Frog? If I don't get this out of my mouth, Frog is not a Heaven-Swallowing Beast."
Afterwards, the little guy looked down with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He was full of anger and had no place to vent it. Now there was a little bald donkey yelling at him from below. Wasn't this obviously asking for trouble
"call!"
Just when the little guy was about to take action, Wutan grabbed it and then let out a long breath. Only then did his churning stomach calm down. He glanced at the manure pool that was buried by the broken walls, and there was still some lingering fear in his eyes.
"I'd better be honest in the future, otherwise if I suffer a 'big loss', it would not be worth it." Wutan muttered. He decided that no matter where he went in the future, he must go through the main door and never take this crooked way again. In fact, this is not a shortcut at all, it is just asking for trouble.
Immediately, Wutan turned his gaze and glanced at the group of young monks who were looking at him coldly, and a hint of doubt suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Aren't they said that there are ninety-nine Vajra Arhats guarding the Buddha Hall? There was such a big commotion, but why didn't I see them? Did I go to the wrong place? Or is the Ghost Sect's leader lying to me again?" Wutan frowned, full of confusion.
Because below, Wu Tian saw only a group of young monks and no other monks.
The youngest of this group of young monks is seven or eight years old, and the oldest is only twenty years old. Even the monk who spoke before is only around thirty years old. As for their cultivation, the highest is only at the Hundred Dynasty Stage. It is obvious that they are not the so-called Vajra Arhats.
With a face full of doubts, his spiritual sense extended to cover the entire hall. Suddenly, he discovered a familiar breath in a hall below. As his expression changed, he finally confirmed that this breath was from Luo Qiang!
"Luo Qiang is here, which proves that this is indeed the Buddha Temple, but why can't I sense the breath of a great monk?" Wutan frowned deeply. His divine sense could cover an area of ten thousand miles, but in this area of ten thousand miles, he didn't find any breath that was more than a hundred dynasties long.
"Something's weird!" The little fellow glanced around and realized that something was wrong. He spoke with some uneasiness: "Why do I have a vague feeling that something big will happen in Gutuo Temple in the near future?"
"It's not a premonition. Based on my many years of experience in fighting, this is definitely a sign of a coming storm!" The Insect King's pupils contracted and his tone was a little solemn.
"Everything here is weird, so you two better not act rashly." Wutan glanced at the little guy and the Insect King and warned them. Then, without paying any attention to the group of little monks below, his figure flashed and he came to a magnificent hall.
"Old bald donkey, stop wasting your time. I haven't had enough of the carefree life in the world, so I will never become a monk."
As soon as he appeared, a lazy voice sounded in the hall. Wutan looked in the direction of the voice and couldn't help laughing.
In front of the hall, there was a huge Buddha statue, shining with golden light and extremely dazzling. In front of the Buddha statue, there was a meter-long table. This was originally an altar for offerings and incense burners, but at this moment, a figure was lying on it carelessly.
If this person is not Luo Qiang, then who could it be
The incense burner as big as a washbasin rolled to the ground, and the ashes were scattered all over the floor. However, the offerings such as spiritual fruits that were originally prepared for the Buddha statue were held in Luo Qiang's arms and eaten with relish.
"It seems that you are living a very comfortable life here." Wutan shook his head.
"That's right. As long as you don't let me go, I will not let go of these spiritual essences and let your old Buddha starve... Hey! This is... This is the voice of Master!"
Luo Qiang suddenly sat up, turned his head and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. He then grabbed a spiritual fruit, jumped off the altar, took two steps at a time, and quickly ran to Wutan, with a sad face, and began to complain.
"Master, why did you come just now? You don't even know how I have been living here these days. I have been tortured and abused by that old bald donkey every day. The level of misery is simply horrible!"
"Really? I think it's you who is torturing them!" Wutan glanced sideways.
"Boy, I didn't realize you were so promising. You even dared to snatch the spiritual essence they gave to the Buddha. You are worthy of being taught by Grandpa Frog. Not bad, not bad. You must continue to carry forward this fearless spirit in the future, okay?" The little guy taught seriously.
"Yes, I will definitely do it." Luo Qiang nodded very seriously.
Watching the two of them singing in unison, Wutan and Chongwang were extremely speechless, and at the same time they sighed, this is what a teacher should be like. With such an elder, how could one possibly teach a good and kind child!
Looking around, he found that there was still no one around. Wu Tian grabbed the little guy and glared at it fiercely. Then he looked at Luo Qiang and asked in confusion: "Where are the one-armed master and the ninety-nine Vajra Arhats?"
Luo Qiang took a bite of the spiritual fruit and said nonchalantly, "It seems he went to protect some Master Ran Deng."
"What?"
Hearing this, Wutan, the little guy, and the Insect King exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with shock and doubt.
"Why are you so surprised?" Luo Qiang looked at them suspiciously.
"What did you say just now? Which master are they going to protect?" The little guy asked again uncertainly.
"Master Ran Deng, what's wrong?" Luo Qiang became more and more confused. Even his usually calm master and the lawless little master were so surprised. Could it be that this Master Ran Deng was very famous
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian and the other two looked at each other, and an intense shock and horror appeared in their eyes at the same time!
(End of this chapter)