Chapter 938: Getting some fries at the pier

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The nightmare is unbearable to look back on.

Transforming into Gun, ten years of water governance became a bubble, and then he faced the Huai Vortex Water Lord.

Liang Qu opened his eyes, not knowing if it was thanks to the characteristic of constant recovery from the Heavenly Water Morning Dew, his body didn't hurt much.

This time he was not hanging upside down, he was hanging upright. One of his hands was lifted, and he faced two golden suns again.

Clearly the eyes were burning like the sun, but they were as cold as the moon on the fifteenth.

No matter if Wuzhiqi is true or fake.

Burning Lamp is the past, Maitreya is the future, Shakyamuni is the present!

This pain is too fucking real!

"Water Lord! Let's talk! This is all Great Yu's fault! I am innocent!"

Boom!

Back hurts again!

"True Monarch! I am a loyal minister!"

Boom!

"Ape King!"

Boom!

"Ape God!"

Boom!

"Your mother!"

Boom

"Bi Ma Wen!"

Wuzhiqi was stunned, lifted the sleeping Liang Qu, and scratched his chin.

Bi Ma Wen... what kind of thing is this?

Back and forth throwing.

Liang Qu didn't know how many times he woke up. He had nothing to say. Ten years of hard work were destroyed, the double blow of spirit and flesh, not a single bit of strength left.

The world's torture is nothing more than this.

Eighteen Bodhisattvas are not enough, eighteen Arhats are fine...

Wuzhiqi seemed to be tired of throwing, or seemed to have thrown more than a hundred times, in a much better mood, threw Liang Qu on the ground and stopped moving, finding a comfortable position in the gloomy hall to lie down.

"Talk about it, mortal, what did you do after stealing my power?"

On the ground, Liang Qu's bleeding pupils turned, staring at the white ape, his chest expanded, took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolled, like a Tang Sect expert with an arrow in his mouth to spit, finally wrapped all the movements and floated weakly from the broken throat.

"Got some fries at the pier."

"?"

Wuzhiqi's golden eyes burned with fire. It didn't know the meaning, but heard the disrespect!

The hairy arm shook, crossing the distance between each other.

"To establish the heart for heaven and earth, to establish life for the people, to inherit the unique learning of the past saints, to open peace for all generations!"

Liang Qu's ankle was grabbed by the big ape and hung in mid-air. He racked his brains, recalled what he learned ten years ago, and spoke eloquently.

"Stabilize the country and respectfully execute heaven's punishment. Start the great cause, create the emperor's foundation! Ah!"

Boom!

Waking up again.

Golden eyes dropped, Liang Qu licked his teeth, preemptive strike: "Lived in a big house, became a big official, had tens of thousands of people under his command, and married a top-notch beautiful wife!"

Wuzhiqi picked his nostrils, flicked the booger with its golden claw, and sprayed water.

"Trash!"

"Yes, not as awesome as you." Liang Qu said weakly, "You live in the Huai Vortex Water Lord Palace, commanding hundreds of millions of spirit monsters on three mountains and two banks, grabbing the Dragon Girl without paying a bride price, and have three sons. The three sons are indeed powerful, raised to adulthood, top-notch strong laborers.

In the past, there were three Wang brothers in our Yixing Township. There were more than ten mu of fertile land on the back mountain of the township. Every spring planting, they carried iron hoes to the field, and they had to be the first to water. Those who wanted to grab water would definitely have their heads broken..."

His own great achievements were described so pettily, Wuzhiqi wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, there didn't seem to be any difference.

Fighting back and forth, it was just living in a bigger house, and the Dragon Girl sleeping was better looking.

Got some... "fries" at the pier?

"However..."

The golden eyes moved down, seeing Liang Qu change the subject, Wuzhiqi, who stopped talking, was dissatisfied: "However what?"

Liang Qu looked up, spat out broken teeth with blood: "Those three brothers who were like tough meat saw me get rich, wanted to knock on my bamboo pole, and were smashed by me with bricks, smashing their dog teeth! Hahaha... Ha"

The golden eyes kept approaching.

Wuzhiqi almost stuck to his face.

Liang Qu stopped laughing.

All three sons, obvious sarcasm, Wuzhiqi grinned, showing snow teeth: "Kid has guts, like me! No wonder the Ze Tripod chose you."

Liang Qu was about to speak, suddenly, his leg was lifted again, full of astonishment.

"Didn't you say I was like you?"

"Therefore the face is hateful!"

Boom!

Liang Qu's brain really became paste, lying on the ground vomiting blood.

He was completely confused.

What is he doing now?

Just fighting with his mouth?

What is this, Wuzhiqi asking about Zen heart?

The Six Demon Trial is just simple mental and physical torture, comparing who can endure?

The one who can endure the most wins, seizing the Great Sun Tathagata?

Fuck, this matter should be replaced by Old Beef.

Old Beef's tendons, can't bite, can't chew, standing to become a Buddha!

Need to let Otter-Otter-Kai stew a pot and send it to the Hanging Temple, while the pot is still warm, fast horse and whip, must not let it cool on the way.

He opened his swollen eyes: "Are you my Heart Ape?"

"I am your father."

"Am I Chang Chi Pi, Ci Huan Hu, or San Ben Yun?"

"You don't still think you are in the Six Demon Trial, do you?" Wuzhiqi suddenly asked.

"Isn't it?" Liang Qu was grabbed by the hair by the hairy hand, his eyes rolled up, staring at the ceiling, his heart beating faster due to lack of blood.

"This is the Ze Tripod."

"Oh!"

Liang Qu responded, trying hard to turn his fragile cervical spine, turning a circle like a sunny doll, looking at the black hall, full of chains, not like Guishan, like the Cave of Silk Web, "What about the River Lord? Black Emperor? Yinglong? Only you in the tripod?

Other gods, come out and save me, I am a good person! Being pointed at by Wuzhiqi with a gun! Yu King, Yu Emperor, Ancestor! Give some strength to the seal! "Not eaten? So small?"

Wuzhiqi sneered ruthlessly

"Why do you think only I am the Ze Spirit attached to you, and the others are all favors?"

"Because the six demons are the portrayal of the heart, what I know you also know, what I can do you can also do, Water Lord naturally wants to edit however he wants, self-consistent logic is too easy, I read a lot of novels, you can't lie to me."

Boom!

Liang Qu choked out a piece of broken lung, weakly said: "Like the stones in the pit!"

Wuzhiqi scolded, leaning on the dragon wall.

Liang Qu got a moment of respite again, reached into his chest, stirred with two fingers, trying hard to straighten his bones, not letting them grow crooked and stab into his internal organs.

Back then, Senior Brother Hu let him go to Changchun Medical Hall to learn medicine, today it really came in handy.

Profitable.

Black algae floated.

"Water Lord, what is the Ze Tripod?"

"Don't you not believe it?"

"Bored, just ask casually."

"Ze Tripod is Ze Tripod."

"Was it cast by Great Yu?"

"Yes."

"Is it one of the Nine Tripods?"

"No, Ze Tripod is Ze Tripod." Wuzhiqi repeated.

"Does the River Lord really exist?"

"Exists and doesn't exist."

Liang Qu thought, raised his head: "Yinglong, Black Emperor, Tian Wu? These three?"

"Exists."

"In the Ze Tripod?"

"Only me in the Ze Tripod, it is Guishan."

Liang Qu turned his brain

Liang Qu turned the idea over in his mind.

"That's a pretty good fabrication."

"What is a 'Bi Ma Wen'?" Wuzhiqi asked.

"A very powerful divine office. Without him, it would be inconvenient for all the gods in the world to travel."

Boom!

"A low-ranking official, just a stinking horse-keeper, a fabrication from a novel." Liang Qu confessed leniently, briefly recounting the deeds of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, focusing on the chapter about causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace. "'Treading flat the rugged paths to become a great road, fighting through hardships and setting off again.' It is something the people love to hear and see; it is the embodiment of the masses' fighting spirit in the face of injustice."

Wuzhiqi was silent.

"What connection do I have with him?"

"No connection at all."

"..."

The white-furred fist tightened.

"You are the prototype."

"What was Sun Wukong titled?"

"Victorious Fighting Buddha."

Silence.

The iron chains hung down, the ring holes covered in black algae, winding like hair.

Like Liang Qu, Wuzhiqi lay spread-eagled, his burly limbs tightly bound by grey-green iron chains.

Looking down from the dragon-patterned ceiling, one big and one small, one red and one white, they lay half-folded opposite each other.

"Tell it again."

"Tell what?"

"The havoc in the Heavenly Palace."

"It is said that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven from the Fruit Mountain, having left the Bodhi Patriarch... The Buddha said, as long as you can jump out of these Five Finger Mountains... The Great Sage took a somersault of one hundred and eight thousand li and saw five pillars at the edge of the sky, supporting a wisp of green Qi. He thought he had reached the end of the sky. Worried that the old Tathagata wouldn't believe him, he took a leak, leaving a bit of his scent."

"Hahaha."

The laughter shook the sky.

The black algae clinging to the walls and winding around the iron chains snapped and broke, floating in the water, muddying a large area.

Blood flowed from Liang Qu's ears, but he remained unmoved, his words not stopping.

"The Great Sage discovered that it wasn't the end of the sky at all; it was clearly still in the palm of the Tathagata. The Tathagata flipped his hand and pounced..."

"You said, Sun Wukong, what was he titled?"

"Victorious Fighting Buddha. There is indeed such a Buddha in the Buddhist tradition; he is one of the thirty-five Buddhas of all worlds in the ten directions. It means to overcome troubles and realize the truth. However, in orthodox Buddhism, it is not Sun Wukong. His body is blue, and he holds armor in his hands against his chest..."

"Who says it isn't?"

Liang Qu was stunned.

He sneered.

"That's right, who says there isn't?"

Hanging Temple.

Master Di Xian suddenly stopped twisting his prayer beads.

(End of chapter)