Chapter 956: It Is Time to Practice

Insects chirped and birds called, the forest was deep, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the body, broken and reorganized.

"The mother tiger has some stuff."

Liang Qu stepped on the stone steps, and suddenly spoke when he took half a step.

"Has stuff?" The white mist hand threw away the sour berry, the little Mirage Dragon carried Tatta Kai, swung its tail and flew up to chase, "Boss, what stuff?"

Liang Qu continued to pick up the steps: "She finished a sentence, and I owed three human debts."

"Three?" Long Long Eying tilted her head.

"How many do you think?" Liang Qu asked back.

Long Long Eying held up two fingers.

"Which two?"

Long Long Eying held up two fingers.

"First, the White Tiger King pointed out the 'Maha Karma Sea Observation' itself, which is a favor; second, it concerns the Great Master's

If I don't agree, and it spreads, in the eyes of those who suspect it's a case of the left hand fighting the right, it will be even more disgusting. The matter of one hundred taels will have interest out of thin air, rising to one hundred twenty or even one hundred thirty."

Liang Qu grabbed Long Eying's hand, took out the third finger, and gently pinched and turned it.

"Third, the mother tiger deliberately raised the value of the technique in the cave. The technique can only be cultivated by the tiger clan. The Golden-Haired Tiger doesn't need to memorize it at all, yet it is openly engraved in the cave. Those bats and hedgehogs all know it and come and go freely, proving that it doesn't matter if the technique is seen.

She came out to obstruct when I had mostly finished reading. In reality, she wanted me to feel that the technique was leaked, which is more valuable than finding fault in this matter. She came at a deliberate time. Therefore, for this matter of one hundred taels, first change the 'cost' to one hundred twenty. Counting the interest, if someone comes to me for help in the future, I will need to pay back one hundred forty or fifty."

"Correct." Long Long Eying pondered and closed three fingers, "I forgot about this."

The White Tiger kept saying she came because of the cries for help from the spirit monsters all over the mountain, but in her behavior, she was slow and leisurely.

If there were real danger, the grass on the Golden-Haired Tiger's grave should have been fluttering in the wind long ago.

Long Yao and Long Li's eyes were filled with circles.

"Sister Long Eying, is it that complicated?"

"Aren't you two the cleverest Dragon Ladies after Long Eying?" Liang Qu despised, "Nothing more than that. It turns out that in the Dragon People clan, only my wife is qualified?"

Whoosh!

Long Yao and Long Li's cheeks puffed up like frogs.

"Sigh, the world is going downhill." Liang Qu looked up, looking at the sky through the forest, "A Buddhist guardian beast has so many schemes. Vulgar! Vulgar and unbearable! Wife, let's go, continue digging for bamboo shoots, and help me flip through the Sutra Library tonight, so that my left and right ministers can come ashore as soon as possible!"

Not good!

The small Mirage Dragon was worried.

When the fat boy was mixing in the water, there were no people or dragons around, and it was vulgar, barbaric, and flattering. If it cultivates some kind of technique in the future and runs ashore, won't there be no peace in the household forever?

Spring outing, spring outing, it has caused a great disaster!

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling~"

Inside the Mount Weihu Mountain cave, the hedgehog groped in the fruit plate, pricked its back, and filled the consumption. The bats hung upside down and swayed.

With sharp claws, it flipped through books, loudly reading the new chapter of "The Mountain Lord's Biography" from the bookstore at the foot of the mountain. Under the stone seat, the wild boar and the small elephant kicked the ground and charged at each other.

The Golden-Haired Tiger lay on the stone chair, flicking the bell, enjoying itself.

The White Tiger sighed lightly.

"What's wrong, Mom? Why are you sighing for no reason?" The Golden-Haired Tiger sat up straight.

"Nothing, Tiger, you continue playing."

The Golden-Haired Tiger scratched its head, feeling a bit strange, but seeing its mother's weakness, it also felt sad.

As a king, it actually cannot share its mother's worries.

Sigh.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling~"

"By the way, where is my Demon-Subduing Staff?" The Golden-Haired Tiger looked around.

The wild boar and the small elephant stopped colliding and looked at each other.

In the Hanging Temple, Bodhi leaves turned and fell, rippling the lake surface. The Star Ape brandished a large bone club, wind blowing fiercely.

Every movement was like an antelope hanging its horns, indescribably wonderful. Scarface was intoxicated and humbly asked for advice.

"Name? There isn't really a name, just hit it on the fly. If you must take a name, let's call it the Dog-Beating Stick!" The Star Ape handed back the Demon-Subduing Staff.

Good name!

Scarface deeply agreed. It seriously took the Demon-Subduing Staff, imitated the Star Ape's posture, and brandished the large club.

"Wrong, wrong! Left foot position, move right by five millimeters! Use attack as defense!"

One otter, two sides.

Dusk at sunset.

Otter Kai woke up faintly. The room was empty, only the faint pain in the back of its head reminded it of what had happened.

One hand, six sticks!

Coming to cheat, coming to sneak attack!

Ega.

The large beaver pushed the door and entered. Otter Kai's confused eyes suddenly firmed up. It threw off the quilt, got out of bed, pulled the large beaver, and rushed out the door, immediately knocking on the side room door.

"Zen staff? What are you making a Zen staff for?"

Lu Gang put down the wooden board and saw Otter Kai smearing on it, re-erecting two large characters.

"Weapon!"

Otter Kai looked at the large beaver. The large beaver dug into the interlayer of its belly and turned out three heavy gold nuggets.

"I'm not familiar with the place, and there's no furnace here."

Lu Gang was in a dilemma.

Besides, why does making a weapon need to be in the style of a Zen staff? Knives, spears, swords, halberds—which one isn't good?

Sutra Library.

Incense curled.

The large monk leaned over the desk, flipping through books, studying seriously.

Liang Qu, who had played for a day and eaten meat at the foot of the mountain, watched for a while and didn't see any outsiders in the Sutra Library.

They were all bald monks with precept scars. Since he had come, and the White Tiger King wouldn't shoot without a target, he thickened his skin and came to the long table in front of the door: "Master, I wish to go to the third floor to take a look, may I?"

The monk guarding the sutras raised his eyebrows, stared at Liang Qu for a long time, and took out a waist token from the drawer.

"The classics on the third floor, you must wash your hands before reading. Do not soil or alter them. Without permission, you may not make private annotations. Unless the Abbot permits, it is strictly forbidden to take the originals out. You may copy parts; there are desks, brushes, and ink in the building. As for the techniques and true arts,

Benefactor Liang just needs to answer the questions correctly."

"Answer questions? What questions?"

"You'll know when you flip through the books."

The monk guarding the sutras didn't say much, and Liang Qu didn't ask much.

At least the process was easier than imagined. As the only "hairy alien" in the Sutra Library, he wore a white jade crown on his head, took the token, and climbed to the third floor on tiptoe.

At the entrance of the third floor, there were monks searching his body and changing his shoes. All his pendants were taken off and put into a drawer and locked.

Compared to the first and second floors, there were far fewer people on the third floor.

There were many bookshelves but few desks. In the ethereal incense, one could sporadically see monks flipping through books.

Since it wasn't dark yet, he should seize the time to find books in the third row.

"'Maha Karma Sea Observation'—"

Reading ten lines at a glance.

"Found it!"

Liang Qu's gaze stopped on the third row, third line. There were eight volumes in total, as thick as a dictionary, each different. There was a beast chapter and a bird chapter. He took out one of the thick books with gold-stamped characters. Up to this point, no one had come to obstruct him, and he thought everything was going smoothly.

As soon as he flipped it open.

An invisible force pulled the book, as if a hand was firmly pinching it.

The eight gold-stamped characters "Maha Karma Sea Observation: Fish Chapter" on the book cover suddenly twisted and turned into three lines of small golden characters.

"When you were a fish, did you ever see your own kind weeping in the net?"

"On the day you become a dragon, are you willing to leave a scale to suppress the river?"

"If you prove the Arhat fruit, should you first save the fisherman who eats you, or the shrimp school you eat?"

"Answer one to read."

"Answer two to copy."

"Answer three to hold a pen and annotate."

"The monk guarding the sutras said you'll know when you flip through the books; so that's what it meant. The true arts have the Grandmaster's will attached, a smart lock, and they are all questions about fish..."

Liang Qu sat cross-legged on the floor, not daring to violently dismantle the book.

He pondered for a long time, sent out his spirit, blended with it, and tried to answer a question.

"Those who weep do so because their karmic obstacles have not been eliminated. Should the disciple help them enter reincarnation early?"

"Do you wish to become a demon?"

The golden characters twisted, a big "error" appeared before his eyes, and he was even scolded.

Forget it.

Change one.

If the east isn't bright, the west is.

"If leaving a scale can prove compassion, are you willing to leave a thousand scales to cast a Buddha pagoda?"

"Utilitarian! Every scale is a greedy water ghost, backlashing the river creatures. Do you wish to become a demon?"

Wrong!

Wrong again!

Damn it.

Liang Qu looked at the last question.

Two choices, there shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Save the fisherman first, because his sins are more serious!"

"The fisherman catches fish to fill his stomach, which is the way of heaven. You demon, you should be skinned and deboned, and the fishermen should share and eat you."

"Then save the shrimp school first, repay the past killing karma, and then discuss other things!"

"Salvation or liquidation?"

"Salvation!"

"Every shrimp saved breaks a fish bone, body and spirit destroyed, one less demon in the world, how happy, how happy."

"Then liquidation!"

"Demon!"

Tried many times.

No response, and a "warning" even popped up in his spirit!

Liang Qu put the book back on the shelf and went straight out of the library.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Master! How do you solve these three questions!"