Buddhist disciples of the prehistoric

Chapter 113 Little Fish

Nuwa looked at Kunpeng coldly, if it wasn't for Kunpeng being the Lord of the Northern Darkness, with the blessing of luck on his body, it would be difficult to kill him, Nuwa would have killed Kunpeng long ago.

However, although Kunpeng could not be killed, he could use this opportunity to teach Kunpeng a lesson.

Nuwa sacrificed the red hydrangea ball and threw it lightly at Kunpeng. It seemed harmless, but in Kunpeng's eyes, it was as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, and infinite power was pressing towards him.

"Baby girl! How dare you bully me like this!" Kunpeng cursed in his heart, roared in his mouth, and immediately transformed into a huge Kunyu, then sacrificed Hetu Luoshu, and finally even sent his companion Lingbao Ice Nest Sacrificial out.

"Crack clap-"

Following the fall of the red hydrangea, the sound of spiritual light collapsing rang in Kunpeng's ears.

And these voices also made Kunpeng's eyes red, and the madness in his eyes soared, and he actually stirred up the surrounding monsters, trying to use them to offset the power of the red hydrangea.

Kunpeng's move made Nuwa even more angry, she injected mana from the air, and saw that the aura of the red hydrangea soared, and a sage's will that could not be rejected was suppressed and kept crushing towards Kunpeng.

"boom--"

The Kunyu, which covered the sky and the sun, fell from mid-air, flattening everything on the ground, and forcibly smashed out a huge hole.

"If there is a next time, it will be more than that." Nu Wa's voice was like the eternal black ice, and there was no trace of murderous intent concealed in her words.

After Nuwa withdrew her divine sense, Kunpeng flew out from the ground, looked at Bai Ze and the others with a sad look, and turned back to Beiminghai.

But Mo Ke, who practiced in Mount Sumeru, came out of the cave after feeling that his cultivation was difficult to improve.

Seeing a small cave opened up next to his cave, Ah Shui was comprehending the Western Dao, so he didn't call him, and went straight to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

"Disciple Mo Ke has met the teacher, Master Uncle!" Mo Ke put his hands together and said in worship.

Amitabha Buddha opened his eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of causes and effects in his eyes, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"No matter how difficult it is for a disciple to go further, it is useless to retreat and practice, so I want to go down the mountain to experience it." Mo Ke said his purpose.

Zhunti frowned when he heard the words, and wanted to tell Mo Ke something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Mo Ke was a little puzzled, now that the lich calamity has just passed thousands of years, the sky and the earth are clear, and there is no calamity rising, why does the uncle react like this?

It's just that Zhunti didn't want to talk about it, and Mo Ke couldn't ask directly, so he could only quietly wait for the teacher Amitabha to speak.

"Go, just be careful in everything." Not surprisingly, Amitabha agreed to let Mo Ke go down the mountain to practice.

Mo Ke nodded seriously, and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered that he had just accepted a disciple not long ago.

"Teacher, uncle, I'm afraid Ah Shui will trouble you to teach me." Mo Ke said with some embarrassment, obviously he was his disciple, but he wanted to push it to his elders for teaching.

Zhunti smiled and said, "Ah Shui is the first disciple of the second generation of Buddhism, and my brother and I will pay more attention."

"Thank you uncle!" Mo Ke was overjoyed.

In this way, even if Ah Shui's qualifications are mediocre, his future achievements may not be that low.

"Let's go."

After Mo Ke saluted again, he turned and left.

"The prehistoric land is not stable again!" Zhunti sighed softly, looking at Mo Ke's back.

"Although this catastrophe is a small catastrophe, it is also promoted by the way of heaven to reduce the burden on the flood."

Amitabha Buddha sighed, and said with compassion and intolerance: "It's a pity, how many souls will be sacrificed in this catastrophe."

"But this catastrophe is not necessarily a bad thing for our Buddhism." Zhunti said meaningfully: "The eight tribes planned by my Buddhism can take advantage of this catastrophe."

"good!"

Talk about two watches.

But he said that after Mo Ke left Mount Sumeru, he went back to Mount Kurong first to see Aoki and Hugan, and relieved their doubts about cultivation by the way.

"master!"

As soon as Mo Ke stepped into Kurong Mountain, he was discovered by Hu Gan, only to hear Hu Gan shout in great surprise: "You are finally back!"

"Let's go to the lotus pond first." Mo Ke stepped out, and instantly appeared beside the lotus pond where several spiritual lotuses grew.

These spirit lotuses are not Moke's accompanying spirit lotus, but the lotus seeds produced by the dry spirit lotus, which can be regarded as a good lotus seed.

And in the center of the lotus pond, the flower blooming twelve grades, half withered and half prosperous, the spirit lotus with life and death flowing all over its body, is Mo Ke's companion spirit treasure.

In order to make life and death Kurong Taoist, cover the Kurong Mountain faster, and after Mo Ke breaks through Daluo, he can directly turn the Kurong Mountain into a dojo. Under normal circumstances, Mo Ke will not take the Kurong Linglian away.

But now, Mo Ke is going to go down the mountain to practice, and he doesn't know how long it will take and what dangers he will encounter, so he wants to take the Kurong Linglian away to prevent accidents.

"what?"

When Aoki and Hu Gan arrived, there was a Dao boy with a round head and a delicate face beside him.

But Mo Ke soon understood that this Dao Tong was the spiritual fish infected with Ku Rong's Taoism.

After he established Kurong Mountain, he brought this spirit fish over from Mount Sumeru, but he didn't expect that this spirit fish would take form when he left.

"Do you have a name?" Mo Ke asked.

Dao Tong shook his head and looked at Mo Ke with some fear. Although he was infected by Taoism and lost his mind at the beginning, he still had memories. He remembered that Mo Ke locked him in one place for a long time.

"Then you will be called Xiao Yu'er from now on."

Seeing that Dao Tong was afraid of him, Mo Ke knew it in his heart, and he was not in a hurry to get close to him now, and left a better impression first.

"Xiao Yu'er?" Dao Tong repeated in a low voice, and said in a childlike voice: "Xiao Yu'er likes this name very much."

A gleam flashed in Mo Ke's eyes, is Xiao Yu'er's mind damaged?How could you be so childish?
But Xiao Yu'er is still not close to him, this kind of thing can't be investigated now, it can only wait for the future.

After thinking about it, Mo Ke pointed to the best growing lotus in the lotus pond, and said: "When this lotus grows, I will give it to you."

As he said that, Mo Ke engraved the skills created by himself, which could only be cultivated to the Golden Fairyland, together with Buddhist teachings, into a jade slip and gave it to Xiao Yu'er.

"There are exercises in this jade slip, take it and take a good look at it. You have to work hard to practice."

This exercise was created by Mo Ke, and it is more suitable for the cultivation of souls who understand the way of Kurong.

Xiao Yu'er's eyes were full of surprises, turned into a real body, jumped into the lotus pond, stared at the jade slip, and sank to the bottom of the water.

"You don't have to envy this little boy." Mo Ke looked at the envious eyes of Aoki and the two, shook his head and laughed, and said: "After the Linglian matures, you can pick it yourself."

Aoki and Hugan were overjoyed, especially Hugan's big face, he grinned very silly, and quickly thanked: "Thank you, master!"

"Okay, what's the problem with your cultivation?" Mo Ke asked seriously.

(End of this chapter)