The next day, the sky was bright and clear.
Turtle Mountain is peaceful and serene.
Little Fatty didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky. He opened his big, sleepy eyes and looked at his older sister, who was still fast asleep beside him. He chuckled, "Hehehe, sister's even lazier than me today! She slept until the sun was high in the sky and still wasn't up."
"Squeak—Little Fatty, wake up!"
Just then, Black Rabbit came running over with his slightly protruding belly. He lay down by the spirit pool and tried to stick his head into the water. Because his belly was so big, no matter how much his two short legs thrashed about, he couldn't reach the ground.
In his haste, he almost tumbled back into the pool.
"Little Fatty, if you don't get up and grab some food, we won't have lunch!"
Glug glug. o○
"I'm here, I'm here."
Little Fatty slowly surfaced, transformed into a human form, then ran into an orange house, carrying a big black pot on his back, pulling out a spiked club, and, along with Black Rabbit, yelled "Ya ya!" as they rushed down the mountain.
"Amitabha Buddha~"
By the Spirit Pool, under the old mulberry tree, the Holy Buddha looked at the exquisitely carved carp doll and couldn't help but recall the scene from last night, so he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Both are koi, but this koi has a stronger dragon bloodline and is also favored by the heavens. Why is it so difficult for it to open its wisdom aperture?
"Monk, instead of cultivating, what have you been doing sitting here these past few days?"
Qin Shou, carrying a basket of washed grapes, sat leisurely by the spirit pool, took off his shoes and socks, and comfortably soaked his feet.
I still remember that during the initial period when I soaked my feet, the two little koi in the pond would always look down on me.
In reality, someone with Qin Shou's cultivation level and physique wouldn't have a trace of stench on their body; it was just that Little Fatty was initially disgusted.
But this dislike didn't last long; a few bunches of grapes were enough to win him over.
So much so that later on, whenever the Qin beast came to soak its feet in the spirit pool, if it brought grapes, it meant its master was a good person; if it didn't bring grapes, it meant its master was a bad person.
“Amitabha Buddha, this lotus flower in your home has been particularly beautiful these past few days.”
The Holy Buddha clasped his hands together and said a sentence.
"You like it?" Qin Shou's gaze fell on the monk's bald head.
“I’m very happy.” The monk nodded.
"Then take a look more."
Qin Shou tossed a grape up, let out a cry, caught it with his mouth, and bit into it, causing the juice to splatter everywhere. A few drops, by sheer coincidence, landed on the monk's bald head.
The Holy Buddha was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, looking at Qin Shou with devout eyes, and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk believes that this lotus flower has an affinity with Buddha. I wonder if I could discuss this with you, benefactor..."
"???........."
Qin Shou's eyebrows twitched, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the monk beside him again. For some reason, the monk's words reminded him of another saying, "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, you have a connection with the West..."
"Look at my mouth."
Qin Shou pointed to his lips.
The Holy Buddha looked over.
Qin Shou stuffed a few grapes into his mouth and gently bit them with his teeth.
"Sizzle~"
Large amounts of sweet juice sprayed out, splashing onto the monk's eyebrows and eyes.
"???"
The monk was stunned.
Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, Qin Shou stuffed several more grapes into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging and he couldn't hold any more, then he started playing around with them, making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds.
It has a rhythmic quality and can be controlled in large or small quantities at will.
“........”
At this moment, the Holy Buddha was confused.
"Pah! Are all Western bald monks this shameless? They all like to get something for nothing. Fate? Ha! Fate my ass! I'm more destined to be with your mother than you are."
Qin Shou muttered to himself, while also wondering whether he should smash this bald head to study whether the structure inside this Western bald monk's head was any different from that of normal humans.
At this moment, the Holy Buddha looked at Qin Beast, who was speechless and whose eyes were almost rolling into cross-eyed expressions. A hint of grievance suddenly appeared on his calm and composed face.
"Benefactor, if you won't give it, then don't give it. Why are you cursing this humble monk like that?"
"This humble monk truly believes that this lotus flower has a connection with Buddha, and moreover, this humble monk has no mother."
Hearing the words of the Holy Buddha, Qin Shou's brows furrowed in surprise, and he said with a chilling gaze, "Monk, can you hear what I'm thinking? Could this be the Buddhist art of telepathy?"
“Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk possesses a naturally compassionate heart and has mastered the thirty-six supernatural powers of Buddhism. To occasionally glimpse another's thoughts is nothing unusual. I acted unintentionally just now; however, your heart was stirred, and while others might not perceive it, to this monk it was like a thunderclap. I couldn't help but peek unintentionally. I hope you will forgive me.”
The holy Buddha said a word devoutly.
Qin Shou curled his lip, "Well said, I can't help but peek." In his opinion, the first lesson to learn before entering Buddhism should not be Buddhist rules and regulations, but rather the cultivation of a thick skin.
"Monk, guess what I'm thinking right now?"
Qin Shou narrowed his eyes and looked at the monk in front of him with a smile.
"Amitabha Buddha~, are you guessing that my skull is so smooth, it must feel quite substantial to tap?"
Smack! Smack!
Qin Shou clapped and laughed.
"Guess correctly, and you'll receive a prize!"
Snap!
A large palm print appeared out of thin air, and the monk rolled several meters away.
"Amitabha Buddha, the Golden Body of Prajna, manifest!"
The holy Buddha was surrounded by a dazzling Buddhist light, shining to its fullest extent.
"This humble monk has just entered the mortal realm and has not yet encountered the most outstanding talents in the world. I wonder what level of cultivation you possess, benefactor. Would you be willing to exchange blows with me at the same level?"
"Good! Good! Good! I'm in the mood for it today too."
Qin Beast removed his disguise, revealing his cultivation level as the ninth level of the Void Realm.
Upon seeing this, the Holy Buddha's son's eyes lit up, "Excellent, excellent!"
Boom!
The Holy Buddha gently raised one palm and pressed it forward.
The sun revolves in the palm of his hand, and a majestic phantom of an ancient Buddha stands tall, radiating boundless pressure.
"Domain, open!"
Qin Shou slightly parted his lips and activated the Five Elements Domain, instantly bringing the two into a small world.
Three seconds later, accompanied by a cry of "Holy crap!", Saint Buddha fell out of the domain.
The bald monk, looking completely bewildered, touched his bald head and asked blankly, "Is this how you fight? Why are you carrying a weapon?!"
So wronged...(??v?v??) ...
The saintly Buddha pursed his lips.
This person immediately separated into six "true selves," each wielding a spiritual treasure, and unleashed a barrage of top-tier spells. What left him speechless was that this person was only at the ninth level of the Void Realm, yet he had mastered countless laws. In just that instant, he had witnessed no fewer than dozens of Great Dao Laws burst forth.
"Amitabha Buddha, excellent, excellent!"
Qin Shou imitated the monk by putting his palms together and sincerely apologized, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect the Buddhist disciples to be so fragile. I thought the golden bodies of Buddhists were indestructible."
Sigh, it's all my fault in the end.
Qin Shou sighed.
"..." The Holy Buddha was speechless.
[Detection indicates that the Holy Buddha's favorability towards you has decreased; the current favorability level is 59.]
"Hmm? It's actually dropped a point from yesterday!"
Qin Shou was furious. What was wrong with this guy? Did he not know how to accept defeat?
Snap!
So, right then and there, he slapped her hard across the face again.
"??????"
The holy disciple was bewildered. "Amitabha, why did you hit me again, benefactor?"
Qin Shou glanced at him. "Aren't you supposed to be able to read people's minds? Why don't you just look for yourself?"
"...Amitabha Buddha, with your level of understanding, you can only glimpse a fraction of it when this humble monk is completely unguarded. Now that you are deliberately concealing it, it is impossible to discern anything."
[Detection indicates that the Holy Buddha's favorability towards you has decreased; current favorability is 58.]
"Amitabha Buddha, what are you doing with that rope, benefactor?"
"Hmm? Why have you bound this humble monk, benefactor?"
"Huh! What kind of rope is this? It can't be broken!"
"Oh dear, don't do this! Why are you hanging this humble monk from a tree...? Don't pull down my pants! This is improper for a monk! It's so improper!"
"Phew~, thank you for your understanding... Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with that whip again, sir? What's the point of soaking it in chili oil?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha is merciful~, this is but a small trick, aww~~, wait a minute, in my Western Buddhist kingdom there is a female Bodhisattva, this humble monk can introduce you to her........."
Qin Shou was quite good at judging people. After observing him for the past few days, Qin Shou could tell at a glance that this monk was no ordinary monk. He was definitely not an ordinary monk.
He would disregard the so-called rules and regulations of Buddhism whenever possible, so Qin Shou simply treated it as a bit of fun.
"Sigh, although Yi Cheng used to be noisy, at least it could help pass the time. Now I'm so bored I have to play with monks. The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be..."
"Oh~, shouldn't that be what this humble monk should be saying..."
......
"La la la, we caught two more big white geese today!"
This time, Little Fatty played for a while and didn't run back until noon. He was carrying two big white geese in his hands, and Black Rabbit was carrying a Green Spirit Pig on its back.
Qin Shou had seen it; almost half of the pigs that Yi Cheng raised had been eaten by them.
Qin Shou had kindly reminded Little Fatty to eat less, otherwise Yi Cheng would come after her when she woke up. Little Fatty confidently replied, "Don't worry, Master, Yi Cheng is like me, she can't even count how many pigs she has."
"Hey! Black Rabbit, come quick! Master has hung this monk from the tree!"
"Hehehe, it must be this monk who angered the master."
Little Fatty clutched his tummy, bent over, and laughed heartily under the tree.
"Squeak squeak—knock on the bald head, knock on the bald head!"
"Little Fatty, Black Rabbit, use this to knock; this will make a loud noise."
Qin Shou thoughtfully handed over two wooden ladles.
Song Ningsheng's figure appeared, sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower, one hand resting on his knee and his chin propped up, waiting to watch the show with a bored expression.
"Master, didn't you say we can't just hit people?"
The chubby boy tilted his head up and asked earnestly.
“He tried to steal my lotus flowers, so he’s a bad monk today,” Qin Shou replied.
"What about tomorrow?" Little Fatty continued to ask.
"We'll know tomorrow...we'll only know tomorrow."
"Alright, Black Rabbit, you go first."
"Squeak, you go first."
"Alright, watch out for my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the King of Koi..."
Boom!
The sky trembled.
Just as the chubby boy was about to jump, he was startled and jumped into the pool crying. He transformed into a fish and quickly swam behind Da Mei, peeking out his head to weakly observe the scene on the water's surface.
Qin Shou squinted and looked towards the sky.
Tribulation lightning?
The back mountain!
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