Chapter 963 It’s Time for Practice
Chapter 963 It’s Time for Practice
Insects chirp and birds sing, and the woods are deep and quiet.
"There's something about Tigress."
Mottled light and shadows fell on his body, shattered and reassembled. Liang Qu stepped on the stone steps and suddenly spoke when he took half a step.
"Is there something?" Bai Wu threw away the physalis fruit, and the little mirage dragon grabbed the otter and flew up, swinging its tail and asking, "Boss, is there something?"
Liang Qu continued to climb the stairs: "After she said this, I owed three favors."
"Three?" Long Eying tilted her head.
"How many do you think?" Liang Qu asked back.
"two."
"Which two?"
Long Eying raised two fingers.
"First, the White Tiger King pointed out that the Mahayana Ocean View in the Sutra Repository itself was a token of gratitude; second, this matter concerns the reputation of the master, and she herself has been wronged. If there are any slightly more difficult matters in the future, it is better to agree to clarify and avoid suspicion.
If I don't agree, and the news gets out, people who originally suspected that I was transferring money from one hand to the other will look at me with even more disgust. The interest on a hundred taels of silver has risen to one hundred and twenty or even one hundred and thirteen out of thin air."
Liang Qu grabbed Eying's hand, pried out the third ring finger, and gently twisted it.
"Third, the tigress deliberately raised the value of the skills in the cave. The skills can only be practiced by the tiger clan, and the golden-haired tiger himself does not need to remember them, but still engraved them in the cave openly. Those bats and hedgehogs all know about it and can come and go freely, proving that it doesn't matter if the skills are seen.
She came out to stop me when I had almost finished reading. She actually wanted me to think that the leakage of the skills was more valuable than finding fault with this matter. She deliberately delayed the time. Therefore, the 'cost' of this one hundred taels will be changed to one hundred and twenty, including interest. When she comes to ask for help in the future, I will have to pay back one hundred and forty or five. "
"Yes." Long Eying thought and put three fingers together, "I forgot about it."
The white tiger kept saying that she came because of the monsters in the mountains calling for help, but her actions were so slow and leisurely. If she was really in danger, the grass on the golden tiger's grave should have been fluttering in the wind.
Long Yao and Long Li had circles in their eyes.
"Sister Eying, is it that complicated?"
"Aren't you two the smartest dragon girls after E Ying?" Liang Qu said disdainfully, "You are just so-so. Could it be that among the dragon people, only my wife is qualified?"
call!
Long Yao and Long Li's cheeks bulged like frogs.
"Alas, the morals of the world are going downhill." Liang Qu raised his head and peered into the sky through the forest. "A Buddhist guardian beast has so many tricks up its sleeve. How vulgar! So vulgar! Wife, let's go and continue digging bamboo shoots. Go to the Sutra Library tonight and help me look through it, so that my ministers can come ashore as soon as possible!"
not good!
The little mirage dragon was worried.
When the fat boy was hanging around in the water, he was arrogant, rude and barbaric, and he was flattering. What kind of skills will he practice in the future and run ashore? Will there be no peace in his home forever?
Going out for an outing may lead to big disasters!
"Third Prince, let's go, don't just stand there in a daze!" Long Li waved his hand.
"Come on, come on."
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"
Inside the Wohu Mountain cave, a hedgehog groped into the fruit bowl and pricked its back to replenish its energy. A bat was hanging upside down, turning the pages of a book with its sharp claws. Gao was reading a new chapter of "The Biography of the Tiger King" in a bookstore at the foot of the mountain. Under the stone seat, a wild boar and a baby elephant were pushing off the ground and charging towards each other.
The golden tiger was lying on the stone chair, ringing the bell, enjoying itself very much.
Baihu sighed softly.
"What's wrong, mom? Why are you sighing for no reason?" The golden-haired tiger sat up straight.
"It's okay, Tiger, just continue playing."
The golden-haired tiger scratched his head, feeling a little strange, but when he saw his mother was powerless, he also felt sad.
As a king, I can't even share my mother's worries.
Hey.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"
"By the way, where is my demon-subduing pestle?" The golden-haired tiger stopped and looked around.
The wild boar and the baby elephant stopped fighting and looked at each other.
The Monkey Lake of the Hanging Temple.
The Bodhi leaves were blown down by the wind from the stick, creating ripples on the lake. The Star Ape waved the big bone stick with great force, stretched out his long arms, and made various movements like antelope hanging on horns, which was wonderful beyond words. Scarface was fascinated and humbly asked for advice.
“Squeaky, squeaky!”
"There's no real name for it, just improvise one. If you must give it a name, let's call it the Dog Beating Stick!" Star Ape handed back the Demon Subduing Pestle.
Beat the dog!
Good name!
Scarface agreed with this. He took the Demon-Subduing Pestle seriously, imitated the Star Monkey's posture, and learned how to wield it.
"No, no, move your left foot position five centimeters to the right! Attack instead of defend!"
An otter with two faces.
Study hard and practice diligently.
At dusk, Otter woke up slowly and stared at the beam. The room was empty, and only the dull pain at the back of his head reminded him of what had happened.
The forest behind the mountain.
Six sticks in one hand!
Come to cheat, come to sneak attack!
creak.
The big beaver pushed the door open, and Otter's confused look suddenly hardened. He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the big beaver and rushed out of the door, knocking on the door of the wing room.
moment.
"Zen stick? What are you doing with a Zen stick?"
Lu Gang put down the wooden board, and Taotao Kai continued to paint on it, and put up two big characters again.
"arms!"
"You want to fight with weapons?"
Otter looked at the big beaver, and the big beaver rummaged in its belly and pulled out three heavy gold nuggets.
"I'm unfamiliar with the place, and there's no stove here."
Lu Gang was in a dilemma. Besides, why did the weapon have to be a Zen staff? Which one was not good?
……
Sutra Pavilion.
Incense curls up.
The monk was bending over a book, reading it carefully.
Looking around, Liang Qu didn't see any outsiders in the Sutra Library. They were all bald monks with scars from their ordination. But since he was already here, White Tiger King wouldn't do anything without a purpose. He shamelessly came to the long table in front of the door and said, "Master, I want to go up to the third floor to take a look. Is that okay?"
Monk Shoujing raised his eyebrows, stared for a while, and took out a badge from the drawer.
"Please wash your hands before reading the classics on the third floor. Do not make any dirty changes. You are not allowed to make any annotations without permission. You are strictly prohibited from taking the originals with you unless the abbot allows. You can copy some parts. There are desks and writing materials in the building. As for the true skills, Mr. Liang can answer the questions correctly."
"Answer what question?"
"Open the book."
The monk Shoujing was very frugal with his words, so Liang Qu was embarrassed to ask further questions.
At least the process was easier than expected. As the only "hairy alien" in the Sutra Repository, he wore a white jade crown on his head, took the sign and tiptoed up to the third floor.
There were monks at the door to the third floor who searched us, asked us to change our shoes, and took off all our accessories and locked them in drawers.
Compared with the first and second floors, the third floor has more bookshelves but fewer desks. Amid the misty incense, monks can be seen occasionally flipping through books.
Those who can come up are not ordinary monks.
Seize the time before it gets dark.
"The Mahayana Ocean View..."
One eye and ten lines.
"found it!"
His eyes stopped on the third row and third line. There were eight volumes in total, as thick as dictionaries and each volume was different. There were chapters on animals and birds. Liang Qu took out one of the thick books with gold-plated letters. Up to this moment, no one came to stop him, so he thought everything was going well.
Just opened.
An invisible force suddenly emerged and pulled the book, as if a big hand was holding the book tightly.
On the cover of the book, the eight large gold-plated characters of "Mahayaya Ocean View: Big Fish" suddenly twisted and turned into three lines of small golden characters and three lines of small characters.
"When you were a fish, did you ever see your fellow fish in the net crying?"
"When you turn into a dragon, would you like to leave a scale to calm the rivers and streams?"
“If you attain the fruit of Luo Han Guo, should you save the fisherman who ate you first, or the shrimp you ate?”
"Answer one and you can read it."
"Answer two and you can copy it."
"Answer three and you can take a pen and make notes."
Golden light surged.
"The monk Shoujing said that if you look through the book, you can find out what it means. The true art is attached with the master's will, and it's all about the fish..."
Liang Qu did not dare to tear the books apart violently for fear of damaging them.
After pondering for a long time, he reached out his spirit, blended with it, and tried to answer the question himself.
"Those who shed tears have unresolved karma. Should I help them enter reincarnation sooner?"
"Do you want to become a demon?"
The golden characters were twisted, a huge mistake appeared before his eyes, and he was scolded.
"..."
Forget it.
another.
There is no light in the east and light in the west.
"If leaving one scale can prove mercy, would you like to leave a thousand scales to build a pagoda?"
"Utilitarianism! All the scales have become greedy water ghosts, devouring the creatures in the rivers. Do you want to become a demon?"
wrong!
Wrong again!
Damn it.
Liang Qu looked at the last question.
It’s a multiple-choice question with two choices. There shouldn’t be any problem with it, right?
"Save the fisherman first, because his sins are more serious!"
"It is natural for fishermen to catch fish to fill their stomachs. You, the devil, should cut off the flesh and take out the bones, and the fishermen can share them."
"Then you should save the shrimps first and pay for your past karma before you can think of anything else!"
"Salvation or liquidation?"
"Transcendence!"
"When a shrimp cuts off a piece of fish bone, its body and soul are destroyed. There is one less demon in the world. How wonderful it is."
"Then the reckoning!"
"Devil!"
Try multiple times.
There was no reaction, and even a "warning" popped up in the mind!
"..."
Liang Qu stuffed the book back into the bookshelf and turned to leave.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Master! How do you solve these three problems?"
(End of this chapter)