Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

“I don’t know how to explain it to you.

Fan Xinglai scratched his temples.

"What's so hard to explain?" Lin Songbao put down the wooden box, "What are you talking about? Could it be that you did it?"

Fan Xinglai quickly shook his head and denied: "It's not me."

"That's good, it wasn't you. Can Brother Shui blame you?"

"Stop being so pretentious. If you don't tell me, I'll deduct your wages for September!"

"No, no, no, no!" Fan Xinglai shouted, laughing, "Actually, it's the big nest of rats you raised in the pond..."

Rat?

Lin Songbao looked sideways.

Liang Qu's face darkened: "What kind of mouse? The ones with flat tails are beavers, and the ones with thin tails are river otters. Are you from Pingyang?"

Fan Xinglai thought for a while: "That's the river otters. A few days after you left, those guys were peaceful, but by September, those groups of...cough, a lot of river otters suddenly appeared, there are more than ten in total. Only!

I saw that it looked like another litter. The leader had scars on his face, his hair was tangled, and he looked very fierce.

Two nests of river otters started fighting each other as soon as they met, and the fight was so severe that they both screamed! Even the ones with flat tails were beaten too. Didn't you see, my lord, that the pond was full of... river otter blood!

The smell of blood wafted out, and others thought we were killing pigs!

I was afraid that something would happen, and I would be in trouble, so I hurried to the west wing to ask for the master..."

Fan Xing stopped talking in the middle of his speech, and Lin Songbao then asked: "Then what? Is it solved?"

"The matter must have been resolved, but it was resolved in a strange way. Hmm... Sir, please go and see for yourself. They are all listening to the scriptures in the west wing."

Listen to the scriptures?

Liang Qu heard a very abrupt word from Fan Xinglai's mouth. He put down his words and walked through the handwriting corridor.

Fan Xinglai and Chishan came to the courtyard to watch under the jujube tree, while Lin Songbao stayed there and waited.

Oolong, who only landed on the ground, raised his tail and followed after him.

The door to the west wing is open, without any obstruction to the view.

Liang Qu turned sideways from the verandah and looked in along the doorpost. His eyes twitched and he suddenly understood what Fan Xinglai was strange about.

The windows in the room are bright and clean.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are arranged in rows, teak bookshelf is leaning against the window, and cigarette smoke is floating in the iron incense burner.

An old monk wearing a hundred-year-old robe sat cross-legged behind the desk, turning his rosary beads and chanting sutras silently.

So far, everything is fine.

But when the sight crossed the long case, twelve bulrushes were neatly arranged in three rows and four rows, and a group of unfamiliar river otters that they had never seen before jumped into view.

The leader was a scar-faced river otter, sitting on the futon in the center of the front row. He picked up half of a yellow cloth robe from somewhere and wrapped it around half of his body. A little brown hair squeezed out of the gaps.

It closed its eyes tightly, clasped its paws together, and remained motionless. Anyone who came would have to call it a majestic treasure.

From Scarface onwards, the size of river otters gradually becomes smaller.

In the fourth row were a few little kids, showing no signs of solemnity. They got into a ball and rolled around on the futon.

Wulong lay on the instep of Shangliang Qu and scratched his neck with his hind legs. The garlic hairs on his body were surging like waves.

Liang Qu looked back at Fan Xinglai under the jujube tree, and Fan Xinglai scratched his head.

In the west wing room, the sound of chanting suddenly stopped.

The old monk opened his eyes.

"Let's go."

The scar-faced river otter seemed to really understand. He stood up and bowed when he heard the words, followed by several large river otters around him.

Only the little river otter in the last row didn't notice it and continued to bite and fight on his own, whining and growling from his throat.

The big river otter behind Scarface jumped out with a claw and a claw. After being beaten, the little river otter immediately became obedient and followed him into the queue.

As a result, twelve river otters, headed by Scarface, formed a long snake formation and stepped out of the threshold of the wing one after another.

The scar-faced river otter saw Liang Qu standing in the verandah, clasped his paws and saluted.

The big river otter followed suit. The little river otter shook its paws, accidentally tripped over the threshold, rolled twice and hurriedly followed the team.

Lin Songbao, who was under the Chuihua Gate, was stunned and suspected that he had not woken up.

what's the situation?

Are you hallucinating at noon?

What did you see?

Not to mention Lin Songbao, Liang Qu himself couldn't figure out what was going on. He had never seen those river otters before, and he didn't know where they appeared from.

Liang Qu knocked on the door: "Master?"

"Donor, please come in."

Liang Qu stepped in, looked around, brought a stool from the side and sat in front of the old monk, joking.

"Master, what's going on? Those river otters have converted to my Buddha?"

The old monk took out tea leaves from the bookshelf and made Liang Qu a cup of tea.

Liang Qu hurriedly stood up and took it, then listened to the old monk sit down and speak.

"That day, Xinglai found me and told me that there was a group of rats fighting fiercely in the pond. I went over to take a look and saw two groups of river otters. I recited a section of the Great Compassion Mantra to them.

The leading river otter was quite intelligent, and his thoughts of killing disappeared immediately. After that, he dressed in yellow and led his relatives to come to listen to the scriptures every day. He even learned a set of "Arhat Fist". I modified it and changed it into "Arhat Claw". 》. "

Liang Qu's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Grandmaster Zhenxiang recited the "Great Compassion Mantra" and taught "Arhat's Claw" to an undeveloped spirit...

The river otter is originally a ruthless master and a rogue in the river, so by prescribing the right medicine, the disease will be cured.

Don’t know what the nest in your own pond is like?

"The donor has returned from the flood control? Calculating the time, it will be sooner than expected."

Liang Qu put down his tea cup and said: "It wasn't too serious at first. There was almost no plague in the flood. With proper management and the source of the flood contained, the flood began to recede in early September.

For the next half month, the river and lake authorities were mostly settling the victims, mobilizing supplies and building dams. The cause of the dam breach... no, it should be said that the process of catching the criminals was quite bizarre. "

"Good, good." The old monk clasped his hands together and then asked, "I wonder what the bizarre cause is?"

Cheng Chong's case must be publicly tried and beheaded to vent the public anger. Liang Qu had nothing to hide, so he told the whole story, as well as the physical evidence found on the dam.

"Cheng Chong admitted it himself, and the accounts testified, and there were plant roots growing in the dam stones, which can be said to be a foregone conclusion."

Unexpectedly, the old monk frowned and remained silent.

Liang Qu didn't understand why, so he asked: "Master, why are you frowning? What's wrong? I am a shallow and unlearned boy, and I have done many things for the first time. If there are any mistakes, I hope the master will give me some advice. ”

The old monk is not only strong in martial arts, but also a former imperial scholar. Liang Qu dare not neglect him.

“It’s not that I’m teaching you, nor is there anything wrong.” The old monk shook his head, “It’s just that I remembered a few old friends based on what you said about the cause and effect…”

“Old friends?” Liang Qu didn’t know much about the old monk’s past. The only old friend he knew was the Taoist priest of Louguantai. But seeing that the old monk didn’t have any nostalgia when he spoke, his face was calm, and he boldly guessed, “The evil monk that the master mentioned before?”

“That’s right.”

“The dam breach was caused by the evil monk! ?”

Liang Qu always thought that Cheng Chong’s behavior was rather abnormal.

However, the three judicial departments could not find out the reason. The three judicial departments could not do anything, and he was even more powerless. He didn’t expect that the old monk would have a turnaround.

Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head.

“I have never seen the dam breach with my own eyes. How can I infer the real culprit without any evidence?

I just think that man-made dike destruction is against nature and is extremely rare except for the destruction of a country. Such behavior appears in a prosperous era, which is quite similar to the usual method used by the Snow Mountain Cult to collect bad luck and disaster energy. "

"Bad luck, disaster energy?"