Chapter 57

057 Every time he walked for a while, the golden light on Zen Master Liaokong's body would become a few inches weaker.

Following closely behind his master, Xiang Jiannan was almost overwhelmed by their speed. Even if he tried his best, he could still barely keep up. If he went any further, he would probably fall behind.

There is no problem with physical strength, but I always feel that I can't keep up. Others take one step while he takes two steps. No matter how hard I try, I will be left behind in the next second. I can see everything clearly with my own eyes.

"The water flows converge ahead."

After leading the group for about half an hour, Xiang Jiannan heard Zen Master Lekong say in front of him that they had not encountered any obstacles along the way and the road ahead was flat. No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like the terrain of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's strange, so unobstructed! Seeing that everything around him had become unfamiliar, Xiang Jiannan stopped with a puzzled look on his face, unable to explain his current location. It felt like he had arrived in another strange land, where seven or eight tributaries converged and merged into one, and then flowed to the east.

This was a very ordinary scene, but it became weird because of the existence of the water monster.

Driven by the golden light, they seemed to have no way out. Countless water monsters showed their heads in the water, crowded together, screaming but refusing to move eastward, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of them, blocking all their actions.

"The water monster refuses to move eastward, what do you think, fellow Taoist?"

Standing on the shore, hearing the sound of flowing water, Xiang Jiannan saw that his master looked uncertain. He held the whisk and thought for a long time before saying to Master Kong and other monks, "This is God's will. In my opinion, let it go. If the water monster does evil in the future, I will deal with it myself."

"Absolutely not!"

"Don't talk nonsense, fellow Taoist."

Everyone looked surprised by this sentence. Xiang Jiannan felt that the monks should have cursed in their hearts by now, but they were relying on the excellent qualities of Buddhists to have the final communication with their master.

Forget it? This is so easy to say. We wasted so much time to drive the water monsters here, and now we want to let them go with just one sentence? Is the master tired and confused? He keeps talking nonsense.

"Since you insist on doing this, I, the old Taoist, have nothing to say. Disciple, let's go."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave. Gao Yuan turned his back to everyone and said again:

"God is merciful. Such means are not in line with the Buddhist way. Monk, your face is more important!"

What does it mean? Seeing that Master Lekong and the others looked at him unkindly after his master finished speaking, Xiang Jiannan hurriedly distanced himself from them. This meant that he was going to quarrel with them. The master's words just now seemed to have touched their sore spot. The monk Nengren had a fierce look in his eyes. At this moment, he didn't look like a monk at all.

Buddhist compassion, this kind of look should never be shown on them.

"You are too kind, my friend."

He raised his hand and suddenly pointed to the water surface. A golden light shone from Master Liaokong's finger. The golden light shot into the water monsters, and for a moment, the eastward current was reversed. Only huge waves were seen sweeping up a large number of water monsters. When the waves returned to normal, they had been carried far away. No matter how the water monsters screamed, they could not escape from the water current that was carrying them.

"If they refuse to go east, just send them on their way."

It was like a gap had opened. After seeing their companions being forced to move eastward, the other water monsters followed closely behind and filed in. Soon, they all escaped under Xiang Jiannan's gaze.

This monk is a cruel man and talks a lot.

Not understanding what the master and Master Lekong were arguing about, after the water monster continued to move eastward, Xiang Jiannan saw the master turn around again, staring straight into the distance, and was concerned about Master Lekong's rash move.

"Monk, you've got into big trouble."

As they were speaking, the only sound they could hear was the waves coming from afar. The water monsters that had just moved eastward were once again sent back to the confluence of the tributaries. A group of Yakshas holding steel forks appeared menacingly on the water.

"Monk, you did a great job."

"How dare you, water monster, speak so arrogantly!"

Monk Nengren had already been angry because of Gao Yu'an's previous words. When the Yakshas came to demand an explanation, Monk Nengren could not help but say that expelling water monsters was what they, as practitioners, should do, and it was not the Yakshas' right to meddle in other people's business.

Demons and humans have always been in opposition.

"Water monster? Who are you talking about, monk?"

After looking at each other, several Yakshas became angry immediately. It was outrageous that the fat monk dared to lump them together with those dirty things. They were water creatures and their status was obviously more noble than that of monsters.

"You are the demon, a fat, greasy pig demon!"

"How dare you, the beast, insult me!"

Furious at what the Yakshas said, Monk Nengren immediately took action. He flew straight into the water, and his feet were instantly lifted into the air just as they were about to touch the water. His monk robes puffed up on his arms, and then a series of golden lights shot towards the Yakshas.

The attacks continued without end, and all the water monsters that were hit suffered as well.

Instant! Gatling monk?

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Seeing Monk Nengren hanging in the air and firing at the water surface, Xiang Jiannan, who was standing by, was really impressed. Monks from big temples are different. Their attack methods are many times more advanced than those from Baofo Temple. After this operation, the Yakshas were completely defeated and had no power to fight back. At this moment, even their shadows could not be seen.

"How dare a mere water monster act so arrogantly in front of me?"

Like a walking killing tool, after all the Yakshas disappeared into the water, Monk Nengren returned to the shore with a look of disdain in his eyes. At the same time, he spoke to Master Kong, signaling him to continue driving the water monsters to the east.

"Master Liaokong, there is no need to delay any longer."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gao Yuan with a provocative look, but before he could retract his smug expression, his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Amitabha, you are finally here."

Having no mercy for Master Neng Ren who was lying in front of him, Zen Master Liaokong put his palms together, and liquid continued to flow out of his turbid eyeball. After a few breaths, it turned completely white.

"Someone let you go not long ago. I, the monk, will take you back today."

"Just you?"

Several waves rose up to the sky, and after all the water monsters were overturned on the shore, Xiang Jiannan saw a shadow, slowly coming. After passing through the water column, his appearance was blurred, and he stood in the air, his tone was full of contempt: "Where did you get the news, monk, are you worthy?"

"You will know after you try it. Fellow Daoist, can you lend me a helping hand?"

I don't know why Master Liaokong always likes to call me master. After he opened his mouth, Xiang Jiannan saw that his master was staring at the shadow in the sky for a long time without saying anything. When he lowered his head, his lips moved, but before he opened his mouth, the shadow in the sky recognized him first:

"It's you again, old Taoist priest!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I still have my apprentice."

As if afraid that the phantom didn't see it, Gao Yuan pointed at Xiang Jiannan while speaking. When the latter looked at him with a puzzled expression and then turned to the air, a familiar voice instantly woke him up.

What a familiar tone, a word "roll", full of artistic conception, with an irresistible momentum in its plainness!

It’s the pale-faced scholar who was fishing in the stinky ditch before!

(End of this chapter)