Jiayou's Fun

That day, it snowed lightly.

The northern sky is vast, whales and dragons lurk, ancient icebergs float on the silver-blue waves, the cold wind roars, rolling up the broken scales of jade dragons all over the sky, three boats go against the wind, like arrows piercing the waves, passing through the icebergs , a path goes straight north.

The length of the boat is no more than ten feet, and its hull is completely green, made from a single trunk of a thousand-year-old pine tree.

Two young Taoist boys with good looks were driving the wooden boat. A young Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, holding a jade flute and blowing a light and elegant tune, flowing out of the world like an immortal.

The boat was a hundred feet long, and its hull was made of bronze. It had three decks at the front and rear, and numerous ghost and god patterns were engraved on its entire body, making it majestic and ferocious.

On the deck of the boat, stood hundreds of burly men wearing heavy armor, each of them looked mighty and domineering, filled with murderous aura.

A strong man who was nearly two feet taller than an ordinary person was wrapped in a white tiger's cloud-riding robe, holding a two-foot-four white tiger halberd. He looked left and right with a sneer on his face. His eyes were filled with cold light as he looked, and his gaze was like substance. Duan's momentum is compelling.

The length of the boat was six feet long, and its hull was pale golden in color, but it was made up of bones that were as clear as golden glaze.

There was no one driving the boat. There was only a handsome monk in a snow-white robe sitting cross-legged.

The monk with his shaved scalp and nine pale golden ring scars on his head was smiling. He held a scroll made of green leaves in his hands and read slowly word by word.

The young Taoist's flute sounded, and while the tune was melodious and twists and turns, there were faint clouds swaying under the boat, and the speed of the boat continued to increase little by little.

When the handsome monk recited the sutra, the light of the bone boat flickered slightly with every word and every word he spoke. Every time it flickered, the bone boat suddenly galloped forward hundreds of feet.

The giant bronze boat that the strong man rode did not show any magical performance. It was just that the boats that the Taoist and monks rode had to meander around giant icebergs, but the giant boat he was in crashed directly into them with incomparable brutality.

Regardless of whether it was a small iceberg over a hundred feet tall or a giant iceberg over a thousand feet tall, this giant boat went straight through it without slowing down at all.

Viewed from a high altitude, the three boats each have their own magical powers, and they are generally moving in tandem, and no one can leave behind.

The boat traveled tens of thousands of miles and passed around an ice cliff that stretched across the ocean like the Great Wall. The sky suddenly opened up ahead.

The wind does not move and the snow subsides.

White mist rose from the vast ocean, and the biting cold air sprouted out of thin air, forming palm-sized white ice crystal lotus flowers on the ocean surface.

The three boats slowed down and rowed slowly across the ocean.

The hull of the ship hit the ice crystal white lotus condensed on the ocean surface, making a subtle 'ding-ding' sound.

In this area of ​​​​the sea, the sky and water are all silvery blue, and there are no clouds in the sky. A big sun hangs lazily in the far and far horizon. The sunlight is refracted countless times by countless fine ice crystals in the air, and there are rounds of colorful rainbows. Like a mirage, it hovered and flashed around everyone.

Thousands of miles further forward, a giant palm suddenly poked out from under the sea.

The water here is extremely clear. There are no fish, no shrimps, no whales, dragons, turtles, turtles, and not even a piece of seaweed.

Through the sea water, you can see a huge, huge Taoist stone sculpture sitting quietly in the unfathomable water.

This Taoist Shi has no idea how big or small his whole body is.

Just the palm of his hand that reached out from the sea covered several miles in radius.

In the palm of the Taoist's hand, he holds a large mountain of five colors.

On the top of the mountain, stood a hundred-foot giant with eight arms and a ferocious face.

The body of this giant was broken, with countless large and small transparent holes all over its body. Through the narrow, sharp transparent wounds, one could see the internal organs of the body, which were colorful and crystal clear, like glass orbs.

I don’t know how long the years have passed, but black smoke and black flames are still coming out of the giant’s body. Through the wounds, it is like a steamer steaming buns, steaming out in all directions.

On the giant's face facing north, a lotus stem snaked out of his mouth, growing upwards and reaching the top of his head, blooming into a red lotus with a radius of more than ten feet.

Three boats stopped near Shi Taoist's palm protruding from the sea.

The Taoist, the strong man, and the monk all kneeled three times and kowtowed nine times to the stone Taoist's palm, the giant man on his palm, and the lotus in the giant man's mouth. Then they rose into the air, gently and skillfully. It fell on the blooming red lotus.

There is a thousand-petal red lotus, and the lotus platform in the middle is no more than three feet in diameter. A beautiful, dignified and sacred woman is sitting quietly in the middle of the lotus platform.

Her hair is tied up in a high bun, she wears a white skirt, and her whole body is covered with countless jewels. She holds a pure water bowl in her left hand, and with her right hand she forms the immovable mudra, and gently taps it forward.

The woman's eyes were closed tightly, and her exposed skin, as white and moist as ivory, was covered with dense cracks.

Just like a white porcelain vase that was accidentally broken, but because of some strange power, it is still tightly bonded together.

Before her right hand moved, a faint purple light appeared.

The phosphorus is no more than three inches long and is a thousand times thinner than a human hair.

A terrifying sharp edge continued to slowly seep out from the light, eroding the woman's body bit by bit.

The Taoist priest, the strong man, and the monk flew onto the lotus platform. They concentrated their breath, held their breath, and looked at the wisp of purple light on the woman's fingertips with trepidation.

There was a crisp sound of 'pop'.

The purple light quietly collapsed.

The necklace orbs that the woman was wearing all over her body shattered into pieces at the same time, and fragments of various colors scattered all over the floor.

With a 'click', the body of the giant man with eight arms supporting the red lotus suddenly opened seven or eight huge cracks from head to toe, almost tearing the entire body apart.

Along with the harsh cracking sound, cracks of various sizes appeared throughout the body of the stone Taoist below.

The Taoist smiled and waved the jade flute in his hand vigorously: "Blocked!"

The strong man laughed wildly. He jumped up on the spot and did three somersaults in the air: "Ha, blocked!"

The monk clasped his hands on his chest and bowed to the woman whose body was covered with countless cracks: "It's so good that it was blocked."

The Taoist smiled, shook his head, bowed to the woman sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, then stepped on the breeze and floated back to the bow of the ship: "Breeze, bright moon, go back quickly. I'm waiting for the journey to be completed!"

The big man fell from the sky with a strong wind and hit the bow of the giant bronze boat heavily.

He danced and shouted: "Go back quickly, go back quickly. Hee, you are a bull's nose, you are a dead bald donkey, you still have to fight for this road."

Hundreds of powerful men laughed wildly in unison. Amidst the laughter, the giant bronze boat quickly turned around and drove away rapidly.

The monk stood on the lotus platform, overlooking the two boats going away, and shook his head gently: "You can wait and go, but don't be in a hurry. I will teach the bones of the sages and I will respectfully welcome them back to the mountain."

The monk smiled, shook his head, then bowed to the woman again and murmured a salvation sutra.

The two boats had gone far away, and there was no trace of them in sight.

The monk took out a piece of golden brocade from his sleeve, bowed to the woman again and again, walked to her respectfully, and was about to hold her body when a chuckle suddenly came from behind him.

"Pfft" smiled, the sound was sweet and gentle, and it was so ecstasy that it gnawed at the bones.

The monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and he heard a delicate voice calling from behind him: "Sir, shall we pair up and play tricks?"

The colorful rainbows in the sky rotate slowly.

On the ocean surface, blossoming ice crystal white lotuses collide gently.

The monk's shrill howl resounded through the sky, and then there was no more sound.

The huge corpse of the Taoist, the burly man with eight arms, and the woman on the lotus platform all collapsed and disintegrated amidst the monk's miserable howl, and fell into the abyss.

The breeze blows, the cold air sprouts, and the white lotus flowers gather on the ocean surface.

A pair of bright red embroidered shoes reflected on the silver-blue ocean.