The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 153: Fish and Dragon Listening to Sanskrit ([-])

Mo Rang thought she would tell some great secrets, but she was just a rebellious girl who didn't want to cultivate? !

It's so bad it needs to be taken seriously.

Mo Rang's eyes already had a look of disapproval, his voice was low and deep, even the well-informed silver fish felt a little cold.

"I see."

His answer was decisive and unsatisfactory.

When he fell, the silver fish on the opposite side was stunned.

what do you know?

Before he could react, he saw the young monk raised his hand, turning the rosary beads three times, accompanied by a few Sanskrit sounds, but it seemed as if the Dharma bell had been shattered, thousands of copper and iron fragments crashed down, hitting the ground again. A cycle of rebirth went back and forth, and the buzzing sound went straight into her mind, as if it wanted to penetrate her spiritual body.

After the dizziness turned upside down, the figure of the young monk seemed to be soaked in water, bright and dark, and suddenly the outline became blurred.

After reacting for a while, she finally realized that it was not the monk who was soaked in the water.

but herself.

The first thing that came to my mind was the infinite shock. As a demon who is only a step away from transforming into a dragon, she already has the strength of a demon king, but she can only be transformed into her original form under the three rosary beads of this young monk. There is no trace of defense.

But after the shock, it was full of embarrassment.

This man has such strong mana that he can see through his disguise at a glance. His every move just now is just playing with himself, not as honest as he seems on the surface!

She has already defined others, but Mo Rang on that side doesn't know it at all.

He was looking at the teacup in his hand, which was no bigger than an adult man's hand. In the half-cup of cold tea, a silverbait the size of a thumb was swimming slowly.

The cup is still an ordinary cup, the pottery sand cup from the Bodhi Temple has rough edges and corners, and there is no other modifier other than simple and generous, but it contains a whitebait, which is a little more unusual in the Zen sense.

Mo Rang held the cup in his hand and walked towards the pond outside the door.

Under the night, everything is different.

A small pond looked quiet under the moonlight. Because of the methods of the monks, there were no mosquitoes. The center of the lake looked extraordinarily quiet and green, reflecting the bright moonlight in the middle of the sky.

Putting the whitebait back into the pond, Mo Rang said expressionlessly: "Your spiritual energy has been sealed, and it is impossible for you to transform into a human form before being transformed by me."

He spoke very lightly, but the whitebait who was put back into the pond felt the hammer of life hit hard, making her head shake unceasingly.

There were some weeds growing in the pond, and Mo Rang didn’t think there was anything wrong at first, but after the whitebait entered, he realized the strong sense of mismatch between the two. The gorgeous whitebait was swimming alone, and the mess in the pond It's like being infinitely magnified.

Mo Rang endured it and did not take action to clean up the small pond.

He didn't plan to stay in the Bodhi Temple for a long time, he would leave tomorrow morning, this was the original plan, he couldn't bring disaster to the Bodhi Temple, and he came back today just to say goodbye to the abbot and the abbot.

Thinking about it, Mo Rang had already returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the slightly hard wooden bed again, with his eyes closed, and had already re-entered the cultivation state.

Looking to the right, there is a wide open window.

Let the boundless moonlight shine in.

It's bright and early, and travelers leave early without asking for their return date.

Leave without saying goodbye.

Mo Rang left the Bodhi Temple empty-handed as when he came here, more casual than those who came to worship Buddha.

To say what he brought.

He also only brought a bamboo water bag, which contained a wild and unruly whitebait.

At this time, the mountain wind blows, and the bamboo monk's shoes step on the soft leaf accumulation. The way down the mountain is much easier than the way up the mountain.

No idlers, no noisy discussions.

Only the quiet morning breeze blows the bamboo leaves and green pines, and even the sound of whitebait swimming in the bamboo tube can be heard clearly.

Not long after, he saw a boat resting by the Huai River.

Rough hemp ropes as thick as human wrists are tightly tied to wooden posts on the shore. Several moored straw boats are swaying, with poles placed in the middle, standing like soldiers. From the straw mats of the straw boats, some Hurrah sound, sound sleep is just right.

Mo Rang patted the roof of the thatched shed gently. If his original body, Xuan Ai, had done this to disturb people's dreams, he would have felt deeply guilty, but for Mo Rang, who was like a demon king, this was not possible at all. It’s not a problem!
Hearing a regular "bang bang" sound coming from the roof of the shed, it seemed like some raptor had landed on the overwhelmed roof of the shed. The boatman jumped up and was frightened. He was expecting two big eyes as big as copper bells. He was going to curse, but died when he saw the other person's face.

Without him, you can't beat it.

Moreover, the national teacher has a long-standing reputation for being gentle and kind, so how could he do something like disturbing people's dreams.

I must have misheard myself!
The boatman deflated, smiled and said, "Master, what are you doing so early? Didn't you just come back to Bodhi Temple yesterday?"

Mo Rang boarded the boat slowly, his expressionless face made the boatman see a bit unfathomable, and he couldn't help admiring him even more in his heart.

"I'm no longer a national teacher."

"In our hearts, you will always be the master of Qin Dynasty!"

The boatman smiled honestly, and knew in his heart what not to say. He stood on the bow of the boat and looked back. His voice was like a fishing bird returning from fishing, "Where is the mage going?"

Acquiescing to the other party's title of "mage", Mo Rang touched the bamboo tube in his sleeve and pondered.

"Go south from the Huai River to Fengcheng, and just drop me off at the ferry."

The boatman was stunned for a moment, the place the national teacher was going to was really not close, no wonder he had to get up so early, otherwise he wouldn't be able to reach Fengcheng tomorrow!
"It's more serious, Mr. Mage, please go in!"

He invited Mo Rang in, and opened the thatched shed slightly according to the other party's wishes, allowing the hot water inside to let out the fishy smell.

The boat sails on the Huai River.

Mo Rang looked out through the line of boating, the sky is brewing a vain redness, slowly melting gray-white cumulus clouds, even the cold Huai River is steaming white, connecting the feet of the clouds in the sky .

Naturally, he had his own considerations for going to Fengcheng.

The king of Zhenxi guarded the pass, although the military power was there, the army was not in the Central Plains, he went south, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the army could not catch up with him for a while, and he had time to save this monster.

The suburban temple located in Fengcheng has long been deserted, and few people know about it. It will not hinder anyone, and there is no need to worry about anyone revealing your location. It is also a good place.

He planned it very well and was even a little surprised that everything went so smoothly.

But obviously, things like arrangements are made to be broken.

When Mo Rang arrived in Fengcheng, unexpected changes had already happened, and they were constantly fermenting, brewing into thicker and darker dark clouds, trying in vain to bring down the most severe cold rain.

The boatman stopped on the shore not far from Fengcheng, and said in an admiring tone, "I didn't expect that Master Master, even if he resigned from office and returned to his hometown, he would not forget to care about the people! Knowing that there are tigers on the mountain, he will go to the mountain. The plague in Fengcheng is all due to Lord Mage!"

Don't let:.
Why didn't you say that there is a plague in Fengcheng!
　Why can't I fall asleep when I code a word, it's weird

　　
　
(End of this chapter)