Chapter 417 Sacrifice for me
The black silk thread of the golden fur ball hanging in the air, which was originally tightly bound, fell off in half, and neatly stabbed Cai Gen's huge body.
Why take matters into your own hands now? Cai Gen was very puzzled and looked around,
It turns out that all the puppets controlled by Maomao have been uninstalled by Cai Gen, and it is impossible not to do it himself.
Why is Cai Gen still thinking about analyzing when he is facing an attack?
Because, those tens of thousands of black silk threads are stabbing you head-on. It is definitely impossible to avoid them, so just hold on tight.
Cai Gen's body was surrounded by black silk thread, but it did not penetrate his body. It was just wrapped up. It did not cause any harm to Cai Gen, but only restricted his freedom of movement.
Cai Gen's attention was not on himself, but on the golden sphere exposed due to the reduction of the black silk thread,
It turned out to be a sitting monk, with golden light shining all over his body. Against the background of a few black silk threads, he looked very sacred.
Did this Maomao catch a monk? Is this his toy too? Does this seem like someone with a golden body?
Golden body? Golden Arhat? Could this be the Arhat who crossed the river in Langlipu?
If the Arhat is bigger than the heavens, that is, more powerful than the Bodhi tree and the God of Solid Earth, then what kind of monster is this Maomao?
While thinking about it, Maomao had already tied up Cai Gen evenly, like a middle part, half of the black silk thread took care of Cai Gen, and half of the black silk thread took care of the golden Arhat.
Because the black silk threads on his body were reduced, the golden Arhat actually opened his eyes,
"Donor, are you still sane? Donor?"
It's not a corpse. Is it just trapped by Maomao?
Cai Gen shouted in cooperation,
"Report to Arhat, I am sane."
Hearing Cai Gen's answer, the golden Arhat was very happy and immediately spoke faster,
"Looking at the way the donor is dressed, could it be that he is also from my Buddhist sect? Is he a vassal monk?"
Okay, they are indeed the same person, the ideas are the same, Cai Gen continues to cooperate,
"Back to Arhat, the young monk Tianzhu is here."
It turned out that they were in a group, and Arhat felt happy when he crossed the river. At this time, he also saw Langli Pao controlled by Maomao, with contempt in his eyes,
"This trash can actually get here? It's really miserable to be left with only one head."
After a change of thought, he no longer looked at the head that was equivalent to his own, and said to Cai Gen pleasantly,
"Senior Monk, this monster's mind is obsessed with negative emotions and is not very clear. This is our opportunity.
If you are here, you must be someone with advanced cultivation. Hurry up and blow up your soul to help me get out of trouble. ”
How could this be human language? The first sentence said it was our opportunity, and the next sentence said it was for me to blow my soul. So what does that have to do with me?
Cai Gen pretended to be stupid in his heart,
"I obey, Arhat, but why don't you blow up your soul?"
The Arhat who crossed the river was happy when he heard that he obeyed the order, but the next question he asked was a bit unnatural,
"I am the Arhat who crossed the river, and I came with this great mission of the Buddha,
My life or death is not important, but it will be a big deal if it delays the Buddha's plan,
Monks are dedicated to serving all sentient beings, sacrificing their egos to fulfill the greater self. Just blow yourself up, eminent monk. ”
It makes sense. Cai Gen couldn’t help nodding his head in agreement and raising questions at the same time,
"Arhat is right, the poor monk really deserves to die, then since you undertake such a big mission,
Why come to this dangerous place to seek death? You don’t take the Great Commission to heart either? ”
This monk is so good. The Arhat who crossed the river controlled his mentality and explained patiently.
"I came to this dangerous place just to complete my mission better and improve my cultivation. I have been trapped by this monster for a thousand years and I don't know how the Buddha's plan is progressing.
I feel anxious every day, hurry up, hurry up, eminent monk, just blow yourself up. ”
As for the impatience of Arhats crossing the river, Cai Gen is not anxious at all. Now we have entered a critical moment and we need to work harder.
"Arhat is right, but I don't know, what is Buddha's big plan? I must know what I am sacrificing for, right?"
Seeing that Cai Gen said it sincerely, Arhat crossing the river subconsciously said,
"Buddha's plan is, well, I won't tell you the specifics. Anyway, it is for the sake of all sentient beings. You will deserve to die."
This old guy has such a strict mouth, he probably won’t be able to say anything else, Cai Gen is even more pious,
"Arhat is right, but for the sake of good things for all sentient beings, I think I can do it,
If you have any last wishes, please tell me. I will help you complete Buddha's work. Just blow yourself up.
When I get out, I will definitely carry forward your great deeds and praise them throughout the ages. ”
Oops, I've met my opponent. I haven't lost yet on Arhat Crossing the River to fool people, so I'm a little anxious.
"I can't die. I am an Arhat crossing the river. I have a great mission. Can you be like me?"
When Cai Gen saw that the other party was anxious and his rhythm was messed up, he felt very happy,
"Buddha said that all living beings are equal. Are you a hairy Arhat? Do you have hair? Aren't you also bald?"
This is a quarrel. Arhat crossing the river does not think that any monk has the qualifications to argue with him.
The hierarchy in the west is very strict, and there are many rules about superiority and inferiority. Where does this monk come from? After becoming angry, he started tearing apart
"Aren't you also bald? Do you have hair?"
Cai Gen tried his best to lift his chin and exposed his beard,
"I have hair, I have a beard, you have hair?"
Suddenly, the Arhat who crossed the river understood that this was a fake monk, definitely not a real monk,
"You are bluffing. You are not a monk at all. A monk is definitely not as glib and unobtrusive as you."
This is a bit shameless to say. Cai Gen feels that he has already won,
"Master Arhat, your mouth is more oily than mine. Are you also lying?"
The Arhat who crossed the river is probably in the west. In so many years, even in the human world, he has never been criticized like this by anyone,
A mouthful of blood was spat at Cai Gen. The golden light flashed, and it turned out to be golden blood.
"I'm so mad at you. You waited for me to come out. I will glare like a king."
Cai Gen tried his best to avoid the golden light and continued to work harder,
"You are called an Arhat, a village woman. I'm sorry, what I said is a bit inaccurate,
Everyone started spitting, you must be a shrew. ”
Is that saliva? Is your saliva golden? Can you spit one out for me? The Arhat who crossed the river closed his eyes and became angry.
Cai Gen felt the restraints on his body. He didn't know when it started, but it had become much looser. It didn't seem like it was to restrict Cai Gen's freedom, but more like a gentle touch.
What was going on? Cai Gen tried to break free, but these black threads did not restrict his movements and broke away on his own initiative.
Feeling that Cai Gen had regained his freedom, the monk crossing the river suddenly opened his newly closed eyes,
"What do you mean? Why should I loosen it for him? Why not also loosen it for me? This is not fair."
Langlipu was controlled by the black silk thread to reach the height of Arhat crossing the river, and made a gesture of spitting in his face, but because it was a mummy, there was no saliva,
"Bah, shameless, are you the same as my master? Why is Maomao so unwilling to listen to you."
(End of chapter)