Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 438 Treasure Hunting at the Bottom of the River (Update)
There are two principles in Buddhism. When you want to save someone, you should say: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

When you don't want to save someone, you have to say: "The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not good, and the poor monk should not interfere."

Chu Junhui followed the first principle at this moment and pulled the greedy guest up from the river, throwing him to the shore and letting Gongshu Cai watch it.

He himself turned back and plunged to the bottom of the river.

"Let me see what treasures there are at the bottom of the river..."

After struggling for a long time, Chu Junhui could no longer remember how many times he had carried the torrent under the river. Finally, he saw a large amount of sediment accumulated at the bottom of the river.

"It should be here. Is there anything valuable?"

Chu Junhui used the Jucha Sword Intent to wrap around his eyes, and combined with the "Fusheng Eye" to start his long journey of treasure hunting at the bottom of the river.

"Wow! Such a big and domineering fish bone!"

"So many turquoise stones!"

"Damn it, there are really stone beasts at the bottom of the river!"

They are all weird-looking but seemingly useless things.

Until... Chu Junhui saw such a treasure.

A khaki stick!

Question: "What memory does a Blue Star person evoke when seeing a stick at the bottom of a river?"

Answer: "The stick is made of nine-turn iron, forged in the furnace by the old man himself. King Yu asked for the sacred treasure, and the four seas and eight rivers were the test. The stars are darkly laid out in the middle, and the two ends are covered with gold pieces. The patterns are densely covered with ghosts and gods, and the top Create dragon patterns and phoenix seals."

"Isn't it the Dinghai Shenzhen?" With such expectation, Chu Jun walked back to the stick.

If you look closely, you will see that there are no stars or dragon and phoenix seals on it. It is just an ordinary khaki stick.

The end of the stick was stuck in the sand. Chu Junhui now doubted whether this thing was a stick... Could it be that someone threw down the hoe?

"You'll know when you pull it out."

Using "Ruling on Flat Ground" to spread out a flat surface under his feet, Chu Junhui stood on the flat surface and had a basis for exerting force. He held the stick in his right hand and pulled it out with all his strength.

Pull it out... pull it out... can't you pull it out?

"What's the matter?"

This thing can't really be the Dinghai Shenzhen, weighing 13,500 kilograms, right?
The second time, Chu Junhui used his hands.

"what--"

I tried my best to make my voice sound, and even took a sip of river water, but the result did not change at all, and the stick could not move.

Chu Junhui didn't believe this evil, so he mobilized all the martial arts and divine will that could enhance his strength, and then used his Dharmakaya to shrink the heads of the nine machine dragons and let them bite the stick and use force together.

This time, the stick swung a little and extended an inch.

"There's a show!"

Chu Junhui was overjoyed when he saw this, and used the "Trio" to get four more arms to hold on to the stick and use all their strength.

The Wushuang Furnace crazily transformed the internal energy into blood in his body, and the blood even floated on the surface of his body, dyeing the river water around him red.

"what--"

"Gulu gulu..."

After a moment of effort, he opened his mouth again and took a sip of water from the Lu River. Chu Jun turned back and fell back.

In his hand he held a six-foot-long khaki stick.

Good news, what a stick.

The bad news was that the stick was very heavy and carried him down.

Chu Junhui's body was quickly submerged in the sand, and he fell into a dangerous situation that the more he struggled, the deeper he fell. The Lu River really seems to have no bottom. Even when it reaches the place where the layer of sediment accumulates, it can still sink.

The nine machine dragons were pressed by the sand in different directions, making it difficult for Chu Junhui to exert force in one place. In desperation, he could only release the Dharma Body first.

But after the Dharmakaya was released, he could no longer hold the stick and sank faster.

I don't know how many meters away from the river it is anymore. The deeper and deeper darkness and the faster and faster flowing sediment will make people unconsciously panic and irritated.

If he gave up the stick in his hand, it would not be difficult for Chu Jun to escape, but he didn't want to make this choice.

He tried to put the stick into the Qiankun bag, but failed; he tried to make it smaller by changing its size, but failed.

Ventriloquismally telling it "you're just a plastic stick", and then using "literally" to make it become the weight of a real plastic stick...still failed.

It took half a stick of incense to sink before Chu Jun returned and learned a characteristic of this stick with his critical sword intent.

——It is like a stubborn stone that cannot be changed by the outside world.

What you are born with will always be what you are.

Now Chu Junhui is even more reluctant to throw away the stick... What a weapon. If this characteristic is really strong enough, does that mean that even if the Confucian sage takes action, he cannot defeat this stick?
No matter what, we have to transport it ashore!

Chu Junhui's side emitted faint blue flames.

The flame was small at first, but it burned water, burned sand, and ignited everything around it.

The flames wrapped around Chu Jun, but he was not bound by the sand. He used his Dharma Body again, and finally managed to balance the gravity of the stick with his strength, and stopped falling down.

Relying on the fire, he rose inch by inch.

……

"Mr. Gongsun, do you really not need to worry about this man? He seems to have no breath." Gongsucai looked at the man lying on the ground and was hesitating whether to send him internal energy.

This man hadn't moved since he was thrown ashore by the mage. If Gongsun Yang hadn't said he was alive and well, Gongshu would have thought he was dead.

"Humph... ignore him." Gongsun Yang suddenly arched his nose, "Eh? Why do I seem to smell the smell of grilled fish?"

"I smelled it too." Gongshu sniffed carefully. It wasn't just grilled fish, but also grilled turtles.

The two looked at each other and all looked towards Luhe.

I saw that in the Lu River at this time, a large amount of misty white air was evaporating and rising from the river surface to the sky. It was this misty white air that was mixed with the aroma of grilled fish.

"Hahaha! There are really fish in the Deer River!"

Gongsun Yang confidently swung the hook and accurately pierced a grilled fish that was floating upward.

You don’t even have bait, you just have to fish, it’s really a huge profit!

Gongsun Yang took a bite and handed it to Gongsucai, "It tastes good. Do you want to try it?"

Gongshu shook his head and looked towards Luhe worriedly, "Will there be any problems with Master Zhiwu?"

"Don't worry, Luhe is not someone's ancestral temple, and we can't bury someone like him."

As soon as Gongsun Yang finished speaking, a stick rushed out of the river, stirring up thousands of waves, followed closely by a huge flaming lotus.

There was a man standing on the lotus. After the man got out of the water, he took the stick and threw it to the shore. The stick was thrust straight into a place not far behind Gongsucai.

Chu Jun went back to dry the water on his body, put away the fire and went ashore.

"This is this?" Gongshucai tapped the khaki stick behind him curiously.

Chu Jun looked back at Gongsun Yang and asked, "What do you think, sir?"

Gongsun Yang took a sip of Coke and touched his beard, "I feel... like a meteorite from the sky, hiss... no! It's not an ordinary meteorite."

"This must be something from Yinghuo Star,"

(End of this chapter)