Journey to the West: Don’t mess with that monster

Lu Dongbin started to make hand gestures.

He saw the horror of the knife, and he was ready to help Zhang Qingdi at any time. But Zhang Qingdi didn't seem to care much. I don't know if he is skilled and brave, or if he has other means.

"Emperor Zhang Qing, die! Die!" The crocodile god roared and swung his sword.

"Don't you look at what you are holding in your hand?" Zhang Qingdi said to him.

The crocodile god didn't know when a pond appeared under his feet. In the pond, there was only a purple lotus swaying gently.

The crocodile god had the urge to throw down the knife and escape from here quickly.

Hearing Zhang Qingdi's words, he subconsciously glanced at the sword in his hand!

The precious sword that had accompanied him throughout his life had turned into lightning. It dissipated from his hand and flowed into the pool of water.

Among the Eight Immortals, only Lu Dongbin, Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li understood it clearly.

He only had a vague idea of ​​the rest. Lü Dongbin said with his lips trembling slightly, "Is this the projection of his Dantian? He actually turned his Dantian into a thunder pond!"

"Once you enter my pool, all living beings are equal!" Zhang Qingdi shouted in a very impressive manner.

A golden lightning flew out from the pool!

boom!
This golden thunder is full of Buddhist aura.

The Crocodile God no longer had the desire to resist at this moment, he really accepted his fate.

"Emperor Zhang Qing, please spare my life! I am willing to work like a slave for you!" the Crocodile God pleaded.

A green light suddenly appeared behind Zhang Qingdi.

The blue sky behind him echoed the thunder pool under his feet.

The crocodile god burst into tears and said, "I just ate some mortal children. The Jade Emperor won't care about such things!
Why should you care, just let me go.

From today on, I will follow your lead.

Grandpa Qingdi, please forgive me this time!"

"So much nonsense! I told you, I want your crocodile skin to make a belt!" Zhang Qingdi snorted coldly.

Blue sky and thunder pool!
They echoed each other from afar, and the terrifying thunder continued.

But what really frightened the crocodile god was the blue sky.

Under that blue sky, he felt like an ordinary beast!

The flesh, blood, and bones of the Crocodile God began to melt, and his soul and consciousness also began to dissipate. Finally, he turned into thunder and was completely absorbed by the purple lotus.

Zhang Qingdi obtained the crocodile skin and the Crocodile Temple.

Only then did he put away Qingtian and Leichi.

When Lu Dongbin saw that Zhang Qingdi’s face was pale, he realized that the magical power he had just used had consumed him greatly.

But now when he recalled Zhang Qingdi's thunder and the blue sky, he felt a little scared.

If he were to switch places with the Crocodile God, he would not be sure to escape under the blue sky. Han Xiangzi and others, who were originally dissatisfied with Zhang Qingdi, now looked at Zhang Qingdi with respect.

The move that Zhang Qingdi showed just now really scared them.

"Friend Zhang." Lu Dongbin didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Now that the crocodile god is dead, his man-eating sect will be handed over to you." Zhang Qingdi said to Lu Dongbin.

"Of course. There is no need for Mr. Zhang to take any action for such a small matter." Lu Dongbin replied immediately.

Lan Caihe, Zhang Guolao and others wanted to say something to Zhang Qingdi, but Zhang Qingdi had no intention of paying attention to them.

And he is now at the end of his strength.

The big move just now was indeed dazzling and powerful, but the cost was very high. Zhang Qingdi felt that the remaining mana might not be enough for him to teleport back to Jin'ao Island.

People say that one should always be on guard against others, so Zhang Qingdi naturally would not tell them about this.

There was nothing wrong with Lu Dongbin, Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li, but Zhang Qingdi still didn't trust the rest.

"Then I'll leave this place to you. I'm leaving now!" Zhang Qingdi said and disappeared.

After Zhang Qingdi completely disappeared, Han Xiangzi said with some guilt, "I'm afraid we really offended Zhang Qingdi."

Lan Caihe said nonchalantly, "It's okay if he offends us, we are not the same kind of people as him!"

Zhang Guolao was concerned about his donkey.

"How can this be!" Han Zhongli said dissatisfiedly. "They rescued us, and you can't even say thank you?"

Everyone felt a little embarrassed when they heard this, but Lu Dongbin didn't say much.

He planned to find some real immortal wine to send to Emperor Zhang Qing.

It seems that they have everything they need, but I am afraid I cannot give them what they really need.

So it would be better to send some immortal wine. Thinking of this, Lu Dongbin said a few words to them and disappeared.

It turned out that Emperor Zhang Qing didn’t have enough magic power.

Although he didn't faint, he still stopped on a hill. Zhang Qingdi found a stone and sat down.

Although the crocodile god was absorbed, it still needed to be thoroughly refined. Zhang Qingdi did not get any benefit from the crocodile god, and all of it went to the purple thunder seed.

Oh, the Crocodile Temple and the crocodile skin still belong to Zhang Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi was planning to take a rest here, but he heard a singing voice coming from afar. When the voice got closer, Zhang Qingdi could see clearly that it was a little Taoist boy.

This little Taoist boy came singing and should be singing the Huangting Sutra.

Zhang Qingdi has read this Taoist scripture and found that its only drawback is that it is not comfortable to sleep with it as a pillow.

When the little Taoist boy passed by Zhang Qingdi, he looked at him and asked, "God? Monster?"

"Monster!" Zhang Qingdi answered, finding it interesting.

The little Taoist boy didn't expect Zhang Qingdi to answer so straightforwardly.

He was really a little surprised.

The little Taoist boy looked at Zhang Qingdi a few more times.

Finally, he hesitated for a while and took out a small gourd from his arms. "I can't tell whether you have any resentment. Either you are too advanced, or you never hurt anyone. I will just assume that you have never hurt anyone.

This pill can help you recover some of your mana." The young Taoist said with a smile.

Without waiting for Zhang Qingdi to refuse, he put the pill in Zhang Qingdi's hand.

Zhang Qingdi would naturally not eat something of unknown origin. But Master Qingdi did not like to owe others karma, so he took out a spiritual fruit.

The little Taoist boy widened his eyes and said, "Oh, it seems that I am being too clever.

My elixir is not worth even one ten-thousandth of your fruit."

After a while of pushing and shoving, they finally switched.

The sun was shining brightly at this time. The little Taoist boy stopped and asked, "How long do you need to sit here?"

"I will leave before noon." Zhang Qingdi has recovered most of his magic power.

"Oh." The little Taoist priest picked a lot of banana leaves from somewhere else.

He built a simple banana pavilion for Zhang Qingdi. The young Taoist priest bowed to Zhang Qingdi and turned away.

Zhang Qingdi found the young Taoist priest interesting, so he did not leave in a hurry. He planned to ask the young Taoist priest if he had a master the next time he saw him.

As a result, there was a sudden downpour and the banana leaves that provided shade were blown to pieces by the rain.

Naturally, the rain could not wet Zhang Qingdi.

The heavy rain lasted for an hour before it slowly stopped. Zhang Qingdi restored the banana leaf to its original shape. He planned to wait for the little Taoist boy to come and praise him.

After waiting for a long time, the Taoist boy did not come back.

Zhang Qingdi had no choice but to use his own half-baked deduction to make a calculation.

This deduction result made Zhang Qingdi stunned.

Because the result showed that the little Taoist boy was dead...

Although Zhang Qingdi was not good at fortune-telling, he could still tell fortunes and luck. The purple air on the little Taoist boy's head was not a sign of a short life.

At this time, Zhang Qingdi's magic power was fully restored. He thought about it and walked down the mountain.

When we got to the foot of the mountain, we saw a huge raging river.

It must be because of the heavy rain just now, the river water has not calmed down yet.

At this time, Emperor Zhang Qing heard a cry.

"Little Taoist Priest!"

"Taoist Priest!"

Zhang Qingdi followed the sound and saw a group of people crying around a corpse.

The corpse was exactly that of the little Taoist boy.

Zhang Qingdi stepped forward to take a look, but the body was already cold and it was too late to save him.

"Why are you crying for him?" Zhang Qingdi asked.

The villagers were a little indignant when they heard this, but after seeing Zhang Qingdi's appearance clearly, they suppressed their anger.

"This little Taoist priest died because he saved us."

“Wow, wow, wow…” One person started crying, and then everyone started crying.

Zhang Qingdi was annoyed by their quarrel and said impatiently, "Tell me the truth, but if anyone cries again, I will throw him into the river!"

The man kneeling in the front said, "We are the villagers here, and this young Taoist priest is a Taoist priest from the mountain."

"Tell me something I can't see at a glance!" Zhang Qingdi said unhappily.

“Our village is built along the river, but since this year, whenever there is heavy rain, the river will flood our village.

Our ancestors have lived here for generations, so we don't want to leave.

The young Taoist priest was kindhearted. He said that there should have been a talisman in the river before, but it was washed away over the years. He said that if he could help us get a talisman and put it at the bottom of the river, the river would not be like this again.

He said it was a nice day today, just right to put the talisman in. As soon as Erniu got into the river, it started to rain, and the young Taoist priest also jumped into the water to save Erniu.

Unexpectedly, he saved Erniu but drowned in the river. "

Zhang Qingdi frowned slightly after hearing this.

He thought about it and turned to go up the mountain. Passing by the banana leaves picked for him by the little Taoist boy, Zhang Qingdi took a banana leaf.

He turned to the little Taoist boy who was soaking wet but had no resentment on his face and said, "Put it on your head. This thing can really help you block the sun.

But I suggest you go to my little flag and rest for a few days first.

At least you will be able to speak then, instead of just spouting nonsense like now."

This is the soul of the little Taoist boy.

Just now, Zhang Qingdi found the soul of this little Taoist boy and took his soul away.

The little Taoist boy spoke in a ghostly manner, and what he said was nonsense, which Zhang Qingdi really couldn't understand.

So he called Xiaoman over.

When Xiaoman came out, she was wearing the dragon robe of the empress.

On the dragon robe was a candle nine yin wrapped around a bell mountain, with a cloud of disaster surrounding it.

"Have you changed your clothes again?"

"Does it look good?" Xiaoman asked expectantly.

"Not bad!" Zhang Qingdi nodded.

The little Taoist boy was calm when he saw Xiao Man, which surprised both Zhang Qingdi and Xiao Man.

Xiao Man stretched out her hand, intending to dispel the ghost spirit from the little Taoist boy. But when her magic power touched the little Taoist boy's soul, it was like an electric shock, and she withdrew her hand.

Zhang Qingdi looked carefully and saw that this little Taoist boy had thunder in his soul! (End of this chapter)