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

But Zhang Qingdi didn't say much.

"I was careless just now. Let me try again this time!" Xiao Man said unconvinced.

This time, the calamity cloud on her dragon robe lit up, and she easily dispelled the evil spirit from the little Taoist boy.

When the ghost spirit dissipated, the little Taoist boy could speak again.

"Thank you both very much." He clasped his fists and saluted, appearing very calm.

Zhang Qingdi just found it funny, and he couldn't help but say, "Your ability to observe celestial phenomena is not good enough, I was not exposed to the sun, but was drenched to death by the rain.

Well, you died straight away..."

The little Taoist boy was stunned when he heard this. He just felt that this person was really...direct in his words.

"It shouldn't be like this." The little Taoist sighed. "Can you take me to the mountain?"

Zhang Qingdi naturally would not refuse.

In a moment, they arrived at the temple on the mountain. Xiao Man returned to the small banner. She was really busy now, after all, she was the King of Hell who ruled the underworld.

There is a small inverted bowl in front of the steps of this small temple.

The small bowl was broken at this time.

The little Taoist boy smiled bitterly and said, "It seems someone is trying to harm me!"

Zhang Qingdi didn't understand. Although the little Taoist boy could speak now, he couldn't lift any objects.

Finally, the Green Emperor stepped forward and picked up the talisman in the bowl. After examining it carefully for a while, he found that it seemed to be the talisman of the Heavenly Official of Pardon.

Because Zhang Qingdi would sometimes take a look when he saw the Little Saint practicing talismans, he recognized some of them.

"You are just a little Taoist boy, yet you dare to pardon the Heavenly Official.

If they don't bother you, who else should they bother?" Zhang Qingdi said as he put the talisman in the bowl.

"The path of spiritual practice is not based on age." The little Taoist boy said unconvinced. "Some people practice for a lifetime, but in the end they still end up as dogs!

I practice the Great Dao, so I will naturally be able to pardon the Heavenly Officials."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingdi couldn't help but look up to this guy. Becoming a ghost is actually not a big deal, and ghost cultivators can also become immortals.

"Fortunately, the old man is dead, otherwise if I died before him, he would be very sad." The young Taoist said casually.

"The old man is buried in the back hills. Can I go and pay my respects?"

"How can a dead ghost worship a dead ghost?" Zhang Qingdi said. "Let me worship for you."

If ghosts worship other ghosts, it will damage the ghosts' souls.

Zhang Qingdi disappeared and reappeared after a moment.

He held a lot of offerings for sacrifice in his hands. The little Taoist boy looked at them and said with a wry smile, "He can't bear your offerings.

Never mind, I chose a good location for the old man’s grave.

Although he may not be rich and powerful in his next life, at least he can be safe and happy. "

"What about you?" Zhang Qingdi looked at him and asked.

"Me!" The little Taoist boy changed the banana leaf in his hand to his other hand. "Do you want to take me as your disciple?"

"No!" said Zhang Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi is not a competent person, and Red Boy is basically taught by Little Toad.

So he didn't plan to accept any more disciples, but his decision not to accept disciples didn't mean that Jin'ao Island didn't need disciples with talent and good character.

The young Taoist priest gave a bitter smile. The person in front of him really didn't play by the rules.

"I originally wanted to say that if you want to accept me as your disciple, you have to promise me one thing. Now it seems that I was being too sentimental." This young Taoist priest has a very free and easy personality.

Zhang Qingdi quite likes his personality.

So he smiled and asked, "Tell me what you want me to do. Or let me guess... You want me to help you get revenge?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head, "Life and death are determined by fate! Since I dared to go into the water to save people, I should bear the consequences of this matter."

"Oh, what's that?" asked Zhang Qingdi.

"I would like to ask you to help calm the river." The little Taoist boy knelt down and kowtowed.

"So that's it. I agree then."

This is just a trivial matter for Zhang Qingdi.

Seeing that Zhang Qingdi agreed so readily, the little Taoist boy also smiled.

It was already late at this time, and Zhang Qingdi planned to stay in the small temple for one night.

The Three Pure Ones are enshrined in this small temple.

The young Taoist priest said to Zhang Qingdi, "Our little temple is very effective. Why don't you go and pay homage to the Three Pure Ones?"

"Forget it. If I have any problem, I can just go to them directly." Zhang Qingdi said with a smile.

The little Taoist boy could feel that the person in front of him was not bragging.

But he saw that Zhang Qingdi had no intention of introducing himself, so he did not ask any more questions. Zhang Qingdi liked this young Taoist priest who was sensible in his actions.

After staying in this small temple for one night, Zhang Qingdi felt refreshed.

Zhang Qingdi got a method of ghost cultivation from Xiaoman.

But after studying it for a night, the little Taoist boy told Zhang Qingdi that he could not practice it.

This surprised Zhang Qingdi. "Whose reincarnation are you? I saw the breath of thunder in your soul before."

The little Taoist boy shook his head and said, "I don't have that feeling. To be honest, I don't want to be anyone's reincarnation at all.

I’m just going to be myself!”

Zhang Qingdi said seriously, "It's very difficult to be yourself!"

"Yes." The little Taoist boy said with emotion. "Let's go, let's solve the problem of that small river!" Zhang Qingdi said with a smile. "Let me show you my skills."

The little Taoist boy nodded happily.

Zhang Qingdi and the little Taoist boy holding a banana leaf came to the river. To be honest, suppressing a river was a piece of cake for Master Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi arrived at the riverside and picked up a stone. He refined it and threw it into the river, shouting, "Suppress it!"

A moment later, the stone that Zhang Qingdi had used for sacrifice was washed ashore by the river, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

"Is it because it's a piece of stone?" This little Taoist boy is quite good at dealing with people and he took the initiative to help Master Qingdi find excuses.

Zhang Qingdi had a dark face and said nothing, so the little Taoist boy said, "I prepared some talismans before, why don't you try it?"

"Where is the talisman?" Although Zhang Qingdi thought that the talisman was not the problem, since the other party said so, he decided to give it a try.

The little Taoist boy recalled, "It should be in the hands of the village chief."

Zhang Qingdi did not delay and asked the village chief for the talisman made by the little Taoist boy. The talisman was a little man with arms pointing upwards. Zhang Qingdi looked at it for a long time but could not tell who it was.

"Who is this?" Zhang Qingdi couldn't help but ask.

"Pangu, the great god of creation!" the little Taoist boy answered seriously.

"Is this Pangu?" Zhang Qingdi frowned and asked. "Well, even if he is Pangu, does such a small river still need Pangu to control it?"

"A lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit." The little Taoist boy said with a smile. "Since you want to control this river, you must use your strongest ability."

For a moment, Zhang Qingdi felt that what he said made sense.

He performed some rituals to refine the talisman and felt that it was a little special. But after he examined it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing mysterious about it.

"Where did you get this thing?" Zhang Qingdi asked.

"I found a piece of wood and carved it myself." The little Taoist boy said with a bit of show-off. "How is my carving?"

"If you say this is a bull-horned monster, I can give you a hundred points." Zhang Qingdi commented truthfully.

When the little Taoist boy heard such comments, he was so choked that he didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Emperor Zhang Qing had no plans to continue, otherwise the little Taoist boy would really have found a crack in the ground to crawl into.

“Suppress it!” Zhang Qingdi threw the ox horn... no, the statue of Pangu into the river.

All I could hear was a crackling sound in the river.

But in the end, the Pangu statue was also washed ashore.

"This is impossible!" the little Taoist boy spoke first.

"Let me try again!" This time, Zhang Qingdi did not use the Pangu statue, but directly took out his own Zhongshan!

As soon as Zhongshan appeared, the little Taoist boy knew that he had secured victory this time.

He couldn't tell how powerful that kind of mountain was, but he could feel that this Zhongshan was the most powerful magic weapon he had ever seen.

Emperor Zhang Qing placed Zhongshan onto the river!
I thought it would be suppressed with ease, but I didn't expect that as soon as Zhongshan fell, the river began to resist violently.

How dare a river rebel against Zhongshan Mountain?
Emperor Zhang Qing looked at the obedient Crocodile God Palace in his sleeve and felt that this was extremely unreasonable!

"town!"

Zhang Qingdi pinched his fingers and shouted.

Zhongshan spun around and a loud noise came from the river.

The river finally returned to calm. Emperor Zhang Qing turned to the little Taoist boy and said, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go take a look in the river!"

After he said that, he dived into the river.

The river is very deep, but becomes clearer as you go down.

Zhang Qingdi swam for seven or eight hundred miles and finally saw a statue.

The statue was broken, but it looked like it had just been broken. Zhang Qingdi picked up the statue and came out of the river.

The little Taoist boy was relieved when he saw Zhang Qingdi coming out. He was still worried about Zhang Qingdi's safety.

But when the little Taoist boy saw the statue in Zhang Qingdi's hand, he was stunned, because the statue in Zhang Qingdi's hand was exactly the same as the talisman he carved.

The only difference is that the one in Zhang Qingdi's hand is broken.

"Is it coming from the river?" asked the little Taoist boy in surprise.

"Didn't you put this there?" Zhang Qingdi looked at him and asked.

The little Taoist boy shook his head firmly, "I only carved this one!"

Zhang Qingdi picked up the one by the river. They couldn't be said to look similar, but they were exactly the same. Even the cut that was accidentally made when carving was on both statues.

"What's going on?" The little Taoist boy seemed more anxious than Zhang Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi looked at him and said, "I have an idea!"

"What method?" asked the little Taoist boy.

The sun and the moon appeared in Zhang Qingdi's eyes, "Just stand there and don't move."

The little Taoist boy seemed to be suppressed by the sun and the moon; he stood there blankly.

"Now!" said Zhang Qingdi while pinching his fingers.

The memories of this little Taoist boy appeared before Zhang Qingdi.

He really only carved this one statue!
Zhang Qingdi put away the sun and moon, and the little Taoist boy came back to his senses and asked, "What happened just now?"

"I looked at your memory." Zhang Qingdi said openly.

"Oh." The little Taoist boy also wanted to understand clearly, so he didn't react when he heard it.

"You only carved one statue." Zhang Qingdi said. "But I saw from your memory that you were the only one in that small temple from beginning to end!" (End of this chapter)