human suffering

Chapter 1230
"Look everyone, Cai Gen was beaten.

Cai Gen asked the bald donkey to clean up, and he couldn't get up from the beating.

Although he is a descendant of Zhu Lao Liu, he is also a descendant of our Zuwu clan.

No matter how we disagree with Zhu Lao Liu, it is also an internal conflict.

In front of our eyes, the descendants of Zhu Lao Liu were bullied.

A little stuck in our face, right?
What do you think about this?
Can you bear this matter? "

With just a few words, the emotions of the tribe were stirred up without any effort at all.

"Be patient, fight hard."

"Yes, I worked hard."

"The sky is turned upside down, and he must be killed today."

"Yes, kill him"

Hearing the clamor of the ancestral souls, Cai Gen's eyes became moist.

This is the feeling of an adult coming forward to help find a place for him.

Although, I am not their descendant, I wish I had such a lovely senior.

What a warm family, Cai Gen felt how happy he was to have a backbone for the first time.

In the past, when I was bullied, no one gave me an identity. I saw that I was about to die, and I came out to renew my life. I didn't feel any temperature, it was more like a cold process.

Hey, ashamed, Cai Gen felt extremely ashamed for deceiving this group of simple ancestral souls.

Just when he wanted to say something righteous because he was moved, Xiaotianmao stopped Cai Gen in time and hummed softly.

"Master, why are you so moved?

For a while if they know you lied, not their offspring.

How warm it is now, how cruel it will be in a while, you have to be mentally prepared. "

Being reminded by Xiaotianmao, Cai Gen broke out in a cold sweat.

That's right, I'm a fake, I'm too involved in the drama, right?

I'm so moved, if you annoy this group of people, why don't you trample yourself into minced meat?

Forget it, let's pretend to be dead, if it can be delayed for a while, it will be a while.

It's best to open your eyes for a while, and the two groups of people will lose or lose, then it will be perfect.

As soon as Cai Gen closed his eyes, he heard Gong Jiumei's voice resounding in the sky.

"If you are tall, I will retreat, and I will never drown out your advantages."

"If you are low, I will rush forward, and will never expose my flaws."

"If you move, I will follow, and I will never leave your loneliness."

"You stay quiet, and I will stay there forever, and I will never disturb your peace."

"If you're hot, I'll be boiling, which will never hinder your enthusiasm."

"If you are cold, I will freeze, and I will never ignore your coldness."

Is this a compliment to water?
The last time Tong Aiguo used a water knife, he seemed to have given similar compliments.

Is this a necessary process?
Cai Gen opened his eyes in surprise, realizing the meaning of the compliment.

An indescribable feeling flowed from Cai Gen's heart.

It seems that these unpretentious words represent some kind of power and some kind of rules.

It tells the essence of water and everything that water has carried for thousands of years.

Jiumei said something, and all the ancestral spirits followed suit, and then both men and women swung their natural water snake waists and performed some kind of dance, which seemed to be imitating various states of water flow.

This should be some kind of sacred ceremony, or preparations before preparing to release some big moves, and the atmosphere in the whole space became dignified.

"Xiaotian, what does this mean? Why does it sound different to me?"

"Master, this is not an ordinary shouting of slogans, this is through spiritual resonance, using hymns to understand the power of water rules.

If you feel different, you may feel the power of rules. "

Oh, after what Xiaotianmao said, Cai Gen remembered.

The last time I fell into the fog at Naihe Bridge, I had a similar feeling. In Naqi's words, this is a technical job.

Technology that utilizes the rules of the universe.

It seems that these ancestral witches have mastered this technique a long time ago, but they are not as flexible as Duming, and need a more sense of ritual.

"Little brat, let us nourish you well, goodness is like water."

Gong Jiumei suddenly burst into foul language, which almost made Cai Gen's jaw drop in shock.

Is this last line the crux of the whole hymn?

It sounds indecent, but is it very relieved?
As Gong Jiumei uttered the last sentence, a drop of water appeared on the forehead of each ancestral soul.

Cai Gen looked a little familiar, a bit like the water droplets that extinguished his own flame armor, but these water droplets did not enclose any dead energy.

After the water droplets appeared, they shot at the Arhat Dharma Xiang beside him like bullets, and there was no room for hiding, and the bullets never missed.

After the water drop hits, it spreads directly on the Arhat's body, like a layer of mercury, completely covering the Arhat's body, and then quickly corrodes the target like sulfuric acid.

In just a few blinks, dozens of arhat images turned into a few water droplets and fell down, as if they had never existed.

Cai Gen was completely dumbfounded.

The hymns are full of good words, why are they used in actual combat, so cruel?
Sulfuric acid is not so corrosive, is it?

Or is it that Arhat Dharma Aspect itself is not high in magic defense?

"Master, don't be surprised, this is not a battle of strength.

Don't underestimate that drop of water, but Ruoshui, who has the power of rules, is much more advanced than the arhat Dharma, so it is completely crushed.

Just like your truckload of hand grenades is no match for an atomic bomb the size of a water glass, it is completely different. "

When the ancestral souls began to sing hymns, the arhat who raised his bowl stopped in his tracks, and looked at the sky with full vigilance.

Is it so difficult?
Death is dead, isn't it good to die honestly?

Is this feeling real or fake?

The power of rules?
Then reality answered all his doubts.

Ruoshui appeared.

The arhats are all finished like paper, and the heart of the arhat is like a knife.

I was blind for nothing with my heart and blood.

Even after paying such a high price, today's matter still cannot be settled, and the arhat raised his bowl and started to make troubles.

Fortunately, after not being troubled for a long time, Na Ruoshui also flew towards the arhat holding the bowl.

I wanted to hold Moon to block it, but I stretched out my hand, but let it go.

If this matter gets out, it will be a bit embarrassing, and it does not match my identity.

However, bringing Mu En, isn't it the critical moment, the one who will stand up to the thunder?
Hey, forget it, let Mu En fight against thunder, and I won't be able to meet my nephew in the future.

The alms-raising Arhat waved the alms bowl in his hand, and caught all the Ruoshui who attacked him.

When the Ruo water entered the bowl, it made a crackling sound like firecrackers, shaking the arhat who was holding the bowl almost out of his hands.

The collision of the power of rules has always been so explosive, and the compatibility is very bad.

Finally, holding the bowl with both hands, he stabilized himself.

Withstood the wave like water, the arhat holding the bowl was in a bad mood.

Throwing himself into the wheel of life, reincarnated into this world, he was cut too hard.

Back then, in the west, when I was in my heyday, this alms bowl could become a small world by itself, and all the rules were up to you.

But now, with my own strength, I can't even fully utilize the function of the bowl, which is really embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)