I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 105 Speaking of Fighting, I'm Not Sleepy

This monk is very powerful, and the cassock he transported must have been worn by an eminent monk all year round.

Under the influence of Buddha's power, it has become an impressive treasure.

The golden-red smoke cloud transformed from the cassock exudes majestic power, which is bound to suppress all enemies.

In midair, more and more small locusts were ground into powder.

And the big locust gradually resisted the difficulties and fell into a disadvantage.

"This bald donkey, if I were in Wubao, I would have beaten him into a pile of shit by now!" The big locust became more and more aggrieved as he beat him. Since he came to Changning County, his back has not been straightened.

First he was beaten by a loach, and now he is beaten by a monk.

"Pay me!"

The monk stood aside, suddenly shouted loudly, the big locust was shaken suddenly, its body trembled, and its mind went blank.

The smoke cloud in the sky rolled up like a big net, wrapping the big locust in it.

The monk stretched out his hand to take it, and there was a bulging cassock in his hand. The big locust faltered and shouted inside, but couldn't say a word.

This cassock forbids everything, and the big locust is not only unable to speak at this moment, but even its divine power is sealed.

"It's a pity that my mother-in-law's golden bowl was snatched by that loach, otherwise it would be so troublesome to catch an eighth-rank god! I will ask the city god to exchange the golden bowl for this locust... But, why haven't I heard of locusts conferring gods before?" ah."

The great monk carried the cassock behind his back like a burden, thinking to himself.

In fact, he already knew that the chayote was stolen by the shrew and the little loach, but the two ran fast, and it was difficult for him to question the crime without any evidence.

Fortunately, the harvest was good today, and a god who stole food was caught.

It's a pity that the little loach was not drawn out by that operation.

The monk threw the cassock onto one of the grain trucks, and then continued to hide in the dark.

Maybe someone will come to rescue this big locust soon, and if he can catch another god, he can ask the city god to exchange for more things.

It's a pity that the food delivery team went all the way to the foot of Huangzhong Mountain, but no other gods came, which disappointed the monk.

……

"Big brother, hurry up... hurry up and watch the excitement!"

A small shrew "plopped" into the well water, banging the door of Qiu Ping's temple, and he could be heard yelling from under the water.

"It's so early in the morning, what are you shouting for!" Qiu Ping was sleeping soundly in his spiritual mine, and his dream was cut short by this voice.

If the little mouse didn't give a reasonable explanation today, he might not be able to resist beating his colleagues.

"Let me tell you, I laughed so hard. The bearded monk of the Arhat Temple didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he caught a locust god from outside and came back. Now the old man of the locust god is here to ask for someone!" The shrew's mouth crackled for a long time.

To sum it up in one sentence: Let's fight!Arhat Temple is fighting!

Qiu Ping hadn't woken up yet, but when he heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it will be too late!" The little shrew pouted his butt and wagged his little tail.

Qiu Ping hesitated for a moment, and then he grabbed it, and the shrew jumped forward.

The surrounding scenery was blurred, and the space changed. After jumping a few times, the Arhat Temple was already in sight.

Different from the peace in the past, today's Arhat Temple is looking at the dark cloud in the sky vigilantly as if facing a big enemy.

Behind the cloud is a middle-aged man wearing a blue official uniform, but with extremely thin cheeks.

Looking a little sick.

Qiu Ping looked at the other party's clothes, the shape was slightly different from that of the Changning County gods, the robes were wider and the patterns on them were simpler.

It seems that this person is the god of the lineage of [Fengchan Mountain].

Their origins are even older, and their actions are more extreme. Under the suppression of King Ming Ling, most of them only live in the Wubao of the major families, and rarely participate in the political affairs of the counties and cities.

"It's too much! The locusts plundered the food in my Arhat Temple. It's not a matter of course for me to arrest him? You plague god, not only doesn't know how to restrain your subordinates, but also hits the door. Could it be that you think nothing of the divine way?" Big bearded The monk became angry and shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man in the sky was silent for a while, and then licked his ears with his fingers.

"What does it matter to me that he eats your food? What I'm asking is why did you arrest my son?" The middle-aged man's voice seemed weak, but the words he said could kill people.

The great monk's face turned red, and the other monks in the temple also glared at the middle-aged man.

This is purely unreasonable.

"Let him go, and if you give me another compensation, this matter will be over. I won't ask you for more, um, just the food that my son hasn't finished eating, and that cassock will do." The young man continued to speak.

"impossible!"

The great monk slapped the stone pier next to him hard, these gods were simply deceiving people too much.

"call."

The middle-aged man flapped his robe sleeves, and the dark clouds in the sky swooped down, covering the entire Arhat Temple in an instant.

Miasma and pestilence are rampant, extremely vicious.

In the meantime, everyone feels that their bodies are abnormally clammy, and the pervasive evil energy penetrates into your body through your mouth, nose, and pores.

Many low-strength monks only felt dizzy, tinnitus, stuffy nose, and abdominal pain like drums, as if they were infected with various diseases in an instant.

The most frightening thing is that this force is tightly entangled with the physical body, and it is designed to harm people's energy.

Even if he is cured, his vitality will be greatly injured.

The great monk stretched out his hand and pressed it, and countless golden Sanskrit characters rose in the void.The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the brilliant and domineering breath isolates a large amount of malaria.

But at this time, a lot of evil spirits had already entered the monk's body.

These Buddhist teachings clashed with it, not only failed to dispel the miasma, but caused the monks to develop a high fever and their illness became more serious.

"Hey, my disease is divided into heat, heat, dampness, and dryness. If you don't know how to cure it, but only know how to use brute force to get rid of it, it will only make the disease worse. You should put more effort on it. Seeing that these little monks are dead enough Not fast enough!"

The middle-aged man in midair smiled calmly, but everyone including Qiu Ping felt a chill.

The ability of this plague god is too terrifying. In comparison, the plague of locusts does not seem to be that serious.

"It's so arrogant and majestic!"

Qiu Ping looked at the God of Plague in the sky who suppressed the entire Arhat Temple with his own power, and was a little shocked in his heart.

But is there really no one who can control them?
The Shinto king's law can't be controlled by the aristocratic family?

As everyone knows, according to the king's law, the Xie family should not exist.

But with such a big power in Qingzhou, the imperial court has not been able to solve it, which in itself can explain the problem.

If King Mingling hadn't suppressed the aristocratic gods of [Fengchan Mountain] with his own strength, this world would definitely not be what it is now.

(End of this chapter)