A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Outside the gate of Jinshan Temple, it was so quiet at night that you could hear your own heartbeat.

Two young monks, dressed in gray robes and with their heads shaved, stood there like two doorsteps, one on the left and one on the right.

The night breeze was chilly, blowing up the mountain path and giving goosebumps.

Logically speaking, Jinshan Temple, an ancient temple with a history of thousands of years, should have a protective array passed down from its ancestors, making it impossible for ordinary demons and monsters to even get close to it.

However, according to the temple's rules, newly initiated monks who have just begun to understand the basics must take turns guarding the mountain gate.

It is euphemistically called: tempering one's character and understanding the world.

To put it bluntly, it's about finding free labor to do some low-skilled work that can also test your courage.

The short, chubby little monk on the left, whose Dharma name is Yongyun, is currently idly rubbing his prayer beads, his eyelids drooping.

He nudged his tall, thin companion, whose Buddhist name was Yongqing, with his elbow:

"Hey, Yongqing, what are we doing sitting here all night? Are there really any fools who would dare to break into our temple? With our powerful protective array, not even a mosquito could get in, right?"

Yongqing was slightly more energetic than him. He craned his neck to look at the crescent moon on the horizon and yawned.

"Who knows? I just came because my master told me to. He said it was to build my courage, but it seems to me it's more like leg training—my feet are numb from standing so long."

The two teenagers, at an age where they have excess energy with nowhere to channel it, start gossiping once their sleepiness wears off.

Yongming's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice, saying mysteriously, "Hey, do you think the things in myths and legends are true? Like the White Snake Lady flooding Jinshan Temple?"

Yongqing smacked his lips:

"I don't know. If the myth of the flooding of Jinshan Temple is true, then Lady White Snake might be a great demon saint."

Do you know what a Great Sage of the Demon Clan is?

Yongming, eager to show off his limited knowledge, began to explain with great enthusiasm.

"My master said that the Great Sage of the Demon Clan is incredibly powerful; with a single turn, he could bury our Jinshan Temple! You can't even imagine how big it is!"

"To other people, our Jinshan Temple is probably just a small mound of earth!"

He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, gesturing wildly in the air, trying to depict that overwhelming vastness:

"That body is thicker than the largest pillar in our temple! Each scale could be a roof! And its eyes are about the size of our temple's release pond! One turn of its head, and it could scare someone to death!"

As Yongming listened, the expression on his face gradually changed.

It was no longer curiosity, nor doubt, but a growing sense of stagnation and bewilderment.

He didn't respond to Yongqing's words. Instead, he stared intently at the dark night sky behind Yongqing, where only a few stars twinkled, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yongqing..."

Yongming's voice sounded a little weak and dry.

"Huh? What's wrong? Are you stunned?" Yongqing was still immersed in his own knowledge, feeling smug.

"You just said that its body is dozens of times thicker than that thousand-year-old cypress tree on the back hill?"

"Huh? More or less!" Yongqing replied casually.

"Would just one of those scales be enough to cover our mountain gate?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yongqing nodded. "Hey? How do you know so much? Did your master secretly tell you?"

"No……"

Yongming mechanically shook his head, raised a hand, and pointed tremblingly behind Yongqing.

His voice was distorted and altered by extreme fear, trembling with sobs, and suddenly rose in pitch, sharp enough to pierce the night sky:

"But I saw it!!!"

"Lady Bai...Lady Bai!!!"

"She's flooding our Jinshan Temple again!!!!"

"They even brought backup!!!!"

The last shout was a shout that he had done a split.

Startled by his sudden shout, Yongqing instinctively turned his head sharply in the direction he was pointing—

The next second, the color drained completely from Yongqing's face in an instant.

My calves started to cramp uncontrollably.

My mind went blank with a "buzz".

He saw it.

Behind him, the dark sky, which had been shrouded in night and thin clouds, had been completely covered by an indescribable, enormous, and despair-inducing shadow.

The moonlight disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear; it was completely blocked.

The first thing that catches the eye is a series of large, closely packed scales, each as big as a roof tile, shimmering with a cold, moonlit bluish-white glow.

Each scale is so large it could form a wall.

Covered in scales is a winding, undulating body, as majestic and imposing as a mountain range.

It floated silently in the night sky, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the entire Jinshan Temple, along with several nearby mountains.

This is just one.

Beside this giant snake, which was pure white like jade, at a slightly lower position, was another giant snake, which was pure green like jade.

The green snake's vertical pupils were a clear turquoise, its eyes sparkling with life. It was excitedly looking around, occasionally nuzzling the white snake's massive body affectionately with its head.

Two snakes, one white and one green, abruptly and domineeringly occupied the entire night sky.

And behind their incredibly massive bodies—

It is water.

A boundless, seemingly endless, roaring, terrifying torrent!

The turbid waves surged dozens of feet high, emitting a deafening roar!

A wave of steam hit them, instantly soaking their thin robes and chilling them to the bone.

The torrent, like a tamed beast, obediently remained behind the two giant snakes, poised to unleash its power and devour everything at a single command.

What terrified the two young monks even more was—

At the crest of that raging, roaring torrent, atop the highest wave!

There were dozens of figures, some standing, some crouching, and some hovering, indistinctly visible!

Those figures, tall or short, fat or thin, strangely shaped, but without exception, all exuded a demonic aura, strong or weak, yet equally chilling!

All of them wore coarse cloth hoods with mahjong tile patterns painted on their faces!

"One of Bamboo", "Fortune", "Red Dragon", "White Dragon", "East Wind"...

The colorful flowers were clearly visible under the surging water vapor and the hazy moonlight.

The White Snake Sage's enormous snout opened and closed, producing a clear and resonant sound, filled with barely suppressed ecstasy and excitement, like muffled thunder rolling across the night sky:

"My God! Thank goodness! I never thought I'd actually live to see my idol do something like flooding Jinshan Temple! Hahahaha!"

He twisted his enormous head and affectionately nuzzled the head of the green snake beside him, saying:

"Honey! Look! This is Jinshan Temple! The place where the White Snake Lady fought back then! Let's do it again today! This grandeur, this sense of ceremony, is amazing!"

The green snake flicked its scarlet tongue, its emerald eyes brimming with excitement: "Master, do you think our water level is high enough? Enough to lift the temple roof off?"

The White Snake Monkey King smugly flicked the tip of his tail, creating even higher waves. "Don't worry, if that's not enough, I'll draw more from the East Sea! I guarantee it'll be bigger, stronger, and longer-lasting than the White Snake Lady's water back then!"

He was a die-hard fan of the Legend of the White Snake, and his cave was filled with clay sculptures and portraits of the White Snake, and even his teacups were printed with comic strips of the Legend of the White Snake.

When I was looking for a Daoist partner, my first criterion was that she had to be a green snake; my aesthetic sense had to be in line with my idol.

Although he had considered following his idol's example and finding a "Xu Xian" to play with, after looking around, he still felt that the thin arms and legs and the small body with not much flesh of a human were really not to his liking.

My wife, with her blue eyes, slender waist, and long tail, is still the best.

He was so excited to be able to recreate the classic scene today that he almost revealed his true form, even though he already did.

The wave is approaching again.

Above Jinshan Temple, the protective array that had been hidden for so long was finally activated!

"Buzz—!!!"

A magnificent, solemn, and extremely grand bell tolled, not from the bell tower, but resonated directly from every inch of land, every brick, and every Buddha statue of Jinshan Temple!

A dazzling, pure golden light, like the rising sun, suddenly burst forth from the depths of Jinshan Temple's foundation and soared into the sky!

Countless complex and mysterious golden Sanskrit characters appeared out of thin air, intertwining, combining, and swirling, transforming into a semi-transparent, inverted golden giant bowl that firmly enveloped the entire Jinshan Temple!

"hey-hey……"

At the crest of the wave, Ji Zuodao, wearing the "One Chicken" headgear, finally let out his first cold laugh of the night.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the Jinshan Temple, which was bathed in the light of Buddha.

"Brothers."

"Watch closely."

"Today..."

"Let's give it to those bald monks at Jinshan Temple—"

"Take a good lesson."

"Teach them..."

"They've messed with our family..."

Ji Zuodao suddenly swung his hand downwards!

"What will become of them!"

"roar--!!!"

His response was a roar of fury from the monsters, which had been suppressed to the extreme and finally erupted!

It was the excited roar of the White Snake!

"Water, come!" The White Snake Great Sage roared, his enormous snake tail lashing out with immense force against the torrent!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The torrent, having accumulated to its peak, was given a final, powerful push by an invisible giant hand, unleashing a deafening roar and crashing down upon the golden protective array of Jinshan Temple with terrifying force that could completely engulf everything!

At this moment, the night was utterly torn apart.

The real storm has arrived.

Inside Jinshan Temple, the alarm bells had already been ringing incessantly, their rapid, sharp sounds filled with panic.

Countless monks scrambled out of their meditation rooms, scripture halls, and dormitories, and when they looked up at the sky, they saw a giant serpent that obscured the stars and the moon, and a torrent that poured into the heavens.

"Enemy attack—!!!"

"It's the Demon King! No! It's the Great Sage!"

"Quickly report to the host! Activate all formations!"

"Disciples of the Weituo Hall, disciples of the Arhat Hall, quickly form ranks and prepare to meet the enemy!"

The chaotic shouts, the roar of the torrent, and the chanting of the temple's protective formation intertwined, setting the stage for a chaotic prelude of destruction and struggle.

Outside the mountain gate, the two young monks, Yongming and Yongqing, had long since collapsed to the ground, huddled together, shaking like leaves, completely unaware that their trousers were soaked.

Yongqing's lips trembled as he watched the approaching, towering floodwaters that seemed poised to engulf the heavens and earth. Only one thought remained in his mind:

"Master...Master..."

"What you said..."

"A powerful demon that could bury our entire temple with a single turn..."

"it……"

"It really came..."

"He also brought water... and a group of people playing mahjong..."

Before the words were even finished, the first turbid wave, mixed with mud, sand and wood fragments, crashed into the outermost golden light barrier of the Jinshan Temple's protective array!

"boom--!!!!"

The earth is shaking!

The Buddha's light trembled violently!

This ancient temple, a thousand years old, will be sleepless tonight.