I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 363 Fishing for Dragons (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

Jiang Zhou hesitated a little.

It was a big trouble for him to think of this mad beggar monk before, and he has not changed his opinion now.

But no matter what, it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, this crazy beggar monk has the virtue of teaching him the Dharma.

And when Wu Jun was robbed, if he hadn't appeared, Wu Jun might not have had the opportunity to wait for him to return under the giant bone hand.

It's fine if you don't see it, but since you met him, he can't deliberately avoid it.

then walked over.

Squeezing into the crowd, one can see that the epileptic monk is still looking so scruffy that one can avoid it, lying half-lying on the edge of the stone embankment without any image.

Opposite him is an old man dressed as a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat.

Also sitting on the stone embankment by the lake.

There is a fish basket beside it, which has already filled a lot of fish.

The old man held a fishing rod in his hand, and it fell into the water. With a light flick, a fish was caught and fell into the fishing basket accurately.

With another flick, the hook fell into the lake again.

Just in this moment, he has already caught several fish one after another.

The fish basket was clearly full, but the old man kept catching fish and stuffing it into it, but it still didn't overflow.

Every time, the onlookers on the dike exclaimed.

Beside the fish basket, a barefoot man dressed like a fisherman.

Looking at the fish basket full of fish, his face was full of excitement.

But the epileptic monk was lying on the ground, with one foot resting on his knees and one hand supporting his head, while the other hand slipped a long reed that he tore from nowhere, and dropped into the water.

There was no movement for a long time.

There was always a look of disdain on his face.

When Jiang Zhou squeezed into the crowd, he glanced sideways and ignored him.

Jiang Zhou looked puzzled, and couldn't help asking a melon eater next to him, "What are you doing?"

The melon-eaters frowned and looked at him, as if they were displeased at being interrupted to watch the excitement, and seeing his extraordinary demeanor, their expressions turned pale.

"You're fishing, don't you understand?"

"The old fisherman was fishing well here, but for some reason, the beggar saw him and mocked him for not being able to fish."

"The two started arguing and said they wanted to compete."

"But this beggar is obviously looking for trouble, isn't he? This old fisherman has caught so many fish, and he didn't catch a single one."

"Trying to catch fish with a single reed stalk? What joke!"

Jiang Zhou couldn't help being speechless when he heard the words.

Tangtang Yipin is the most holy, so boring?
But the old man was obviously not an ordinary person.

He wasn't fishing at all, those fish were lining up to bite his hooks.

Everyone pointed their tongues at the old man who kept catching fish in amazement.

The old man ignored it.

Everyone counted the fish he caught one by one, and they all counted more than two hundred.

The old man suddenly stopped and turned to look at the mad beggar monk.

He smiled slightly: "Old beggar, I have caught more than a hundred fish, but you haven't caught one, and you still don't admit defeat, you have to make a rule, is it possible that you and I will fish here for the rest of our lives? "

"What's the point of catching fish?"

The Epilepsy Monk half sat up, stretched out a little finger, and stuck it into his nostril.

While stirring, he sneered and said, "If I want to, I can blow up all the fish in Dongting Lake in one breath."

The audience was in an uproar.

But he laughed at the epileptic monk.

Said he was exaggerating.

Do you really want to use this nonsense to blow out fish?
The old man chuckled.

But he didn't know whether he was laughing at the epileptic beggar monk, or had something else to say.

"Then how are you doing?"

The epileptic monk rubbed his nostrils and said with a sneer: "It's not a skill to catch these rotten fish and shrimps. If you have the skills, just catch a real dragon."

"Whoever catches the real dragon will be considered a winner."

"Wow!"

Everyone laughed even more.

Fishing for dragons?

Even if the gods come down to earth, they don't have this ability, right?

Besides, this Dongting Lake, how dare to say such crazy words.

Are you not afraid that Grandpa Dragon King will blame you if he hears it?

Someone really changed his face and scolded the mad beggar monk angrily: "You crazy beggar! How dare you talk nonsense and blaspheme Grandpa Dragon King?"

"If you provoke the Dragon King's wrath, and implicate us and the people of Jiangdu, you will die without redemption!"

"hey-hey!"

The insane beggar sneered again and again, turning a blind eye to each scolder.

He said to the old man, "Old man, do you compare?"

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the eyes of the old fisherman, and he laughed and said, "I'm tired of fishing all day long, I'd rather catch a real dragon today."

As he spoke, he raised the hook.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the crowd.

"Little brother, I am old and old. With the power of a real dragon, I want to catch a real dragon. I am afraid that my old body is not strong enough. Can you fish for me?"

The crowd roared.

The old man really agreed?

All eyes turned to the person the old man was looking at.

It was Jiang Zhou standing in front of the crowd.

Jiang Zhou was even more taken aback.

I don't understand why the old man suddenly came to him, a melon eater.

"laugh!"

Just when Jiang Zhou was about to speak, a sneer came, but it was the epileptic monk who was sneering: "It's just fishing for a small dragon, and you still have to be so troublesome?"

"If you don't have the skills, then get out of the way, and let's see what I can do!"

"Boy, you also stand aside for me, don't get in the way here!"

Jiang Zhou saw the mad beggar monk glaring at him several times with disgust.

Look at the old man's earnest eyes again.

Smiling, he showed a somewhat apologetic expression towards the old man, and retreated into the crowd.

The old man's face froze slightly, then he showed a bit of disappointment and shook his head.

"Ha ha!"

Before he could say a few words, he heard the Epilepsy Monk laugh out loud.

People by the Dongting Lake suddenly discovered that the vast expanse of blue waves suddenly turned into huge waves.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the boundless lake.

On the stone embankment, the mad beggar monk danced wildly with disheveled and dirty hair, holding a reed stalk and laughing wildly.

The onlookers looked at the reed stalk in his hand in amazement.

The reed stalks, which were only a few feet long, became extremely long without knowing when.

It was tightly stretched in his hands, extending to the lake hundreds of feet away.

As soon as the bottom of the lake came up, there seemed to be a huge fish biting it, pulling the tight reed stalks, struggling back and forth in circles.

There was a huge wave on the lake for a while.

"hey-hey!"

"You still want to run? Let me out!"

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a shocking column of water exploded from the lake.

"hold head high--!"

Then he heard a dragon chant that shook the sky.

The entire city of Jiangdu was alarmed.

"dragon!"

"True Dragon!"

Everyone saw that the epileptic monk suddenly pulled the reed stalk in his hand, and a huge monster was pulled out of the lake by him.

Dancing wildly in the air.

Antlers, ears, snake neck, mirage abdomen.

The four claws soar into the clouds, the long beard dances, and the blue scales reflect the sun.

Isn't it the dragon?
However, the legendary Grandfather of the Dragon King, who was able to spread the clouds and rain, was entangled by a small reed stalk at this time.

A pair of giant wheel-like eyes glowed crimson.

The hundreds of feet long dragon body struggled and danced wildly in the air, but it was still unable to break free.

The wind is raging and the waves are raging.

In the boundless Dongting Lake, there was a strong wind and a shower of rain.

Many people were naturally dumbfounded seeing this spectacle.

Some people's hearts have already been set off by turbulent waves.

This is Dongting Dragon King!

Who is so bold... No, who has such means! ?
"Ha ha!"

In the violent wind and rain, the mad beggar monk laughed wildly.

"Old man, admit defeat or not!"

"Ugh……"

But the old fisherman didn't even look at the mad beggar monk or the dragon.

Instead, he looked towards Jiang Zhou, with a look of regret in his eyes.

Immediately he picked up the fish basket, carried it behind his back, turned around and left.

Strange to say, he didn't walk fast either.

But after a few steps, Jiang Zhou disappeared. He didn't even know where he was going or how he disappeared.

(End of this chapter)