Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 57: Bodhi: Just the Way of Heaven...

"After all, we still have to go and kill the saint."

Zhulong flicked his tail and said, "Master, you don't know that your dear disciple has just entered the state of incarnation."

"It's enough to be a spirit, my disciple, you have a high nature."

"Master, I even know the Golden Light Technique."

"The Golden Light Technique is powerful."

"Master, I..."

"Shut up!"

Patriarch Bodhi picked up his whisk and swept the air fiercely. He was speechless for his disciple who was talking too much:

"You are Zhulong, a dragon! Not a loach! Why are you so timid?"

"Think about how majestic and overbearing Zulong was back then. He could command the wild world with just one word. Who would dare to disobey?"

"It's just the Heavenly Dao. You have great merits. How dare He attack you?"

Just...

Chen Zhu was speechless. Patriarch Bodhi thought he had heard it and let out a sigh:

"Don't tell anyone else in the group about this. I'm worried that something bad might happen to me."

He earnestly reminded: "According to my investigation, there are more than just level nine worlds in the group chat."

"Okay... I understand."

Chen Zhu nodded and agreed reluctantly.

His time is coming.

After his calculations, he found that the time he could stay here had doubled after his talent evolved. This was good news.

As he was leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you know a Taoist called Taiping?"

"I don't know you, what's wrong?"

While Patriarch Bodhi was thinking, he watched Zhulong disappear from this world and return to his own world.

Finally, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"There's no need to hide in the Zhuming world, but the status of this child's world is really high. He can't even join the chat group."

If he had not seen Chen Zhu's merits, he would have had no choice but to take the risk and try it alone.

The chat group cannot be exposed yet, this is his only chance.

But seeing Zhuming's merits, Patriarch Bodhi had an idea in his mind. With this support, the person in the group chat should be able to agree.

If we join forces with that person at that time, our chances of winning should be 60%.

Sixty percent is enough. I have no way out. Even if I fail, don't I still have Zhu Ming's merits to back me up? That kid won't die.

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But when Chen Zhu returned to the primitive world, he felt a heavy shadow in his heart and a strong sense of urgency.

"Patriarch Bodhi was born from a trace of the spirit of the saints of the three religions. No wonder he seems to know everything and is so powerful."

But perhaps it was precisely because he was born from the spirit of a saint that the ancestor was too bold and actually wanted to interfere with the Heavenly Dao of the ninth-level world.

When Chen Zhu thought of this, he tossed and turned after returning, and couldn't sleep well. He always felt like the tree hole was pressing on his neck.

He held the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle in his arms and thought: "I have to think of a way to increase my chances of success."

Didn't the ancestor say that his merits were enough to prevent the Heavenly Dao from killing him?

"My merits are only enough for 100,000 years. It is far from enough."

Just to make the Heavenly Dao not dare to kill him? How can that be possible!
Looking at the incense sticks again, they have increased to 12 billion, but it has only increased 12000 times. Once the innate qi is used up, it will lose its effect.

Thinking of this, he actually felt "short of money".

"no!"

Zhulong stood up suddenly, scaring the Taiyuan Linggui so much that it twitched its hind legs and protested at him with its hissing angrily.

Chen Zhu ignored it. It seemed that some plans needed to be proposed.

Without further delay, he rode the light into the sea, looking for the source of light and found a glowing horned dinosaur.

After such a long time, Qingying was still glowing, and the moment she saw Chen Zhu, she looked a little unnatural.

"Xiaozhu...Ming, why did you come to see me suddenly?"

She hurriedly used her hind legs to pull some familiar herbs behind her to block the entrance of the coral cave. "Sister Qingying, can you get me some more of those things you used to make the poison powder last time?"

"You mean that? I didn't eat it!"

Qingying spoke subconsciously, then seemed to realize that he had let the cat out of the bag, and Longmu seriously changed the subject:

"How many small candles do you want?"

"This time it might be a bit much, we need a thousand copies!"

He knew that this was a bit embarrassing and difficult to ask, but he really had no choice.

Haven’t you seen that in order to find Xilan, the ceratosaurus knocked on the rocks of hundreds of mountains?
"Sister Qingying, please believe me. Once Zhuming gets through this difficult time, I will definitely compensate you."

He swore solemnly, but Qingying Long's eyes relaxed slightly:

"So that's it? It's nothing. I'll send it to you later."

She continued to cover it up, fearing that she would be exposed: "Xiao Zhuming, please go back soon. It's getting late now. I want to go to bed."

"Well, you're such a good dragon, sis."

Chen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief. He was confident that Sister Qingying was doing things, and basically nothing went wrong.

When the time comes, I will take out ten of them to make poison powder to repay the dragon's kindness.

But the preparations he needs to make are far more than that. He has to find a way to get the help of the Taiping Taoist priests.

If the flame cannot be produced, the effect of Yuelanxiang will be greatly reduced. How can it be better to just use Qi to crush and squeeze out the medicinal properties than to temper it with fire?
He returned to the tree hole, picked up a slate and began to plan. From time to time, he could hear a friction sound, which should be something being written. Taiyuan Linggui could hear the dragon language of sorrow and worry from time to time.

Chen Zhu couldn't sleep at all.

Coincidentally, Qingying couldn't sleep either, and her worried voice was no quieter than Chen Zhu's.

After seeing Chen Zhu swimming away, she felt relieved, and then she tidied up the Xilan that was almost full behind her.

"Xiao Zhuming wants to take one thousand copies, so my original reserve of three thousand copies will be reduced."

"Alas... No, I haven't figured out the formula for the poison powder yet. I have to ask my sisters and brothers to help me find it."

She blocked the entrance to the underwater cave with a large rock and went to contact her sisters in person with a serious look on her face:

"The plan has changed. We need to find another 3,000 copies of the materials!"

Would the horned dragons be angry at such excessive demands? Would they be greedy?
otherwise.

When the other ceratosaurus heard this, they laughed.

A horned dragon said with a look of astonishment:

"I knew that we didn't have enough materials. The poison powder is so powerful, how could we possibly make only 3,000 copies?"

"That's right, Qingying, don't push yourself too hard. We should do our part."

"Yes, after all, we are bothering an old man. Come on, brothers, let's go out and knock down some rocks!"

The ceratosaurus rushed out of the sea with a roar, staying up all night without sleep, and the clanging sound could be heard from far away.

Therefore, that night, there were bound to be many dragons in the horned dragon base who could not sleep.

Even the innate gods cannot escape the trend of this environment.

Taoist Taiping opened his eyes in the cave and looked into the distance.

Then I saw a horned dragon on the mountain, using its claws and a stone to knock on another stone.

Whenever a stone broke, it would reach in with its claws and dig around, and when it found some inconspicuous weeds, it would cheer with joy.

If there are no weeds, just sigh and quickly get down to the ding-dong business of the next stone.

"I should have stopped the innate god who was in charge of sound from being killed!"

Taoist Taiping sighed and found a way to block his ears.

There have been a lot of horned dinosaurs going crazy lately, and he couldn't scold them since they were, after all, the younger generation of Mr. Qing.

He counteracted the sound with the Way of Balance, and then continued to delve into imbalance and the Way of Life.

Speaking of this, his understanding of imbalance and the way of life has become more and more profound recently. Holding the wreckage of these two innate gods, he is the god closest to the two ways.

When the moon set and the sun rose, and the ceratosaurus were finally tired of knocking, Taoist Taiping regained his hearing and thought he could take a nap, but he heard someone calling him again.

"Grandpa Taiping! Grandpa Taiping! Open the door quickly!"

A candle dragon was knocking on the door of his cave, holding a stone slab in its hand.

"I think the innate gods above have affected the balance. Do you want to take a look?"

(End of this chapter)