Indian mythology, the Emperor of Heaven is not working today

The gods jumped for joy, as if they saw a new Holy Communion approaching.

At this time, Shiva was smiling.

"Parvati, you should also go to Pigongzha and do it together. I also want to take holy communion from you in the future."

Shiva looked at Parvati and said slowly.

"Okay, husband."

Parvati smiled, blinked her beautiful eyes, and quickly came to Goddess Lakshmi. The two goddesses looked at each other and smiled, completely unable to see the noisy and conflict in Pigongzha.

Seeing this scene, Indra opened his mouth slightly.

The higher ups had spoken, so they had no choice but to obey. This duel with Asura, the leader of the horse, was indispensable.

In this case...

Indra crossed his arms on his chest and thought.

Horsehead Asura is powerful, and he has Motu and Gaidaba by his side. If he comes with bad intentions, he will definitely not have much advantage in breaking into the heaven.

It can be outsmarted!

Play with him!

"Since [Hayakari Po] has won the heaven from your hands, it has taken away your honor and strength."

"Then we will win it back openly!"

Indra walked out slowly and came among the gods.

"Vayyu!"

"You go and declare a challenge to [Hayakari Po]. Three hundred years later, we will decide the outcome through gambling again!"

"Right in the starry sky where the heaven and the human world meet!"

Indra said.

Fengshen Fayou's eyes narrowed, he spread his hands helplessly, and stepped forward: "But we have no more bets!"

"Who said no!"

Indra smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed, and said: "We also have a divine horse that none of the Asuras can catch up with!"

…

Above the heaven.

Fengshen Fayu walked into the temple with big strides.

He raised his head with piercing eyes and pointed one finger at the horse-headed Asura sitting on the throne.

"Hayakariva!"

"King Asura!"

"I am here to represent the mighty son, the lord of the heavens, the vajra-bearer, the soma-drinker, the head of Aditya, the killer of golden eyes, the remover of golden beds, the wake-up caller, the wise man of the Vedas, the great emperor of heaven. Indra, here comes the declaration of war!”

The voice of Fengshen Vayu was sonorous and powerful.

A long list of titles, spoken very smoothly and fluently.

The horse-headed Asura shook his head violently, his blue mane flying, he slapped his thigh with one hand, leaned over suddenly, and looked at the wind god Vayu with cold eyes.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"You actually dare to run out now and appear in front of me to declare war. Have you forgotten how you escaped from my palace back then?"

"Did Indra give you the courage?"

Horsehead Asura sneered.

Fengshen Fayu held his head high, raised his hand, spread his fingers, and clenched his fist into a fist.

"You won everything from us, now we want to win it back!"

"Three hundred years later, above the starry sky!"

"The Emperor of Heaven will make another bet with you!"

Fengshen defeated the road.

Ha ha ha ha!

Horsehead Asura couldn't help but laugh.

In the main hall, the other Asura generals all sneered and looked at Fengshen Vayu sarcastically.

For a moment, the wind roared, the horses brayed, and the asuras laughed wildly.

The horse-headed Asura, with his mane dancing wildly, stood up from the throne, swaying slightly, and slowly walked down the steps with long strides.

"good!"

"Since it is Indra's challenge, I accept it!"

"But!"

"What bets do you have!"

Horsehead Asura smiled.

Now Motu and Gaidaba are practicing hard, and they only need to wait for them to complete their hard work and summon Brahma before they can seize the Vedas. Now he does not want to cause trouble and provoke Vishnu.

Accepting the challenge is the right thing to do.

Vishnu, the protector of the world, would have no reason to look for him.

What's more, he has dice in his hand, how could he lose!

Wind God Fayou frowned slightly, held his head high, shook his head and said slowly: "We have a blessed horse!"

Horsehead Asura frowned.

He couldn't help but think of the embarrassing situation when he failed to catch up with the god that day.

"The blessing of this horse is that once it starts running, no asura can catch up with it. Even you, Hayakariva, will never be able to outrun it!"

"That's it!"

Fengshen Fayou continued.

Horsehead Asura's face darkened.

"good!"

"Then I will accept your challenge, three hundred years from now, above the starry sky!"

"I bet with Indra again!"

Horse-headed Asura said in a deep voice.

…

Ji Luo Suo.

Indra sat cross-legged on the big stone, his eyes lowered, feeling the power of penance in his body.

Boom!

In his divine body, the power of asceticism is like a kundalini fire, like thunder and lightning, continuing continuously, erupting like thunder, and like a volcano accumulating and waiting to erupt.

His power of penance has reached thousands of years!

"My previous hard work has been almost exhausted. I have only been practicing hard in Ji Luo Suo for five hundred years."

"Why did it double?"

"Is it the Holy Communion?"

Indra murmured in his heart.

He had long heard from the gods that the Holy Communion was delicious, but unfortunately he had never tasted it and had no idea what it tasted like.

Could it be that resisting the temptation of this Holy Communion can enhance the power of penance?

Indra couldn't help but smile.

"We'll wait until the Holy Communion comes. Then you can try to resist it."

"There are still three hundred years left, and I will continue to practice hard for a while!"

Indra thought.

He set a time for himself in his mind.

As for Horsehead Ashura's bet, he knew without guessing that Horsehead Ashura had cheated, and he had already thought of a way to humiliate Horsehead Ashura.

Indra snorted coldly.

He swayed slightly, moved backwards, and fell down on the flat rock. His eyelids closed and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Anyway, Vayu and Varuna haven't thought of giving me the artifact yet and let them continue to take over."

"I'll sleep for three hundred years first!"

Indra thought deeply and fell into deep sleep again, accumulating the power of penance.

For a moment, time flies by, and spring passes and autumn comes in the human world.

Three hundred years passed by in a blink of an eye.

As a god, Indra's biological clock is quite accurate.

Uh-huh!

Indra seemed to have set an alarm clock and moved on time, opening and closing his eyelids and opening his eyes instantly.

He stood up slowly, and then he saw the gods who had all prepared and were standing in front of him majesticly.

The sun god Surya is dressed in golden armor, exuding a faint sun god's light; the wind god Vayu is still lightly dressed in battle, carrying a long bow on his back, and is extraordinary in martial arts; the fire god Agni is holding a divine staff, dressed in red clothes, and has eyes like Flame; the water god Valou's blue armor is menacing.

"I'm ready!"

"I'm ready too!"

…

The gods are in high spirits.

Indra was very satisfied, this is what a god should be like.

As soon as he got up and fell from the boulder, he was about to speak.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Several figures appeared in front of them.

Goddess Vishnu, Lakshmi, Shiva and Parvati all appeared here.

"Indra!"

Indra! Indra! Indra!

Echoes!

Goddess Parvati is smiling and holding a golden plate in her hands.

The golden plate is open and the Eucharist shines.

The determined eyes of the gods disappeared instantly, their throats surged, they all swallowed their saliva, and looked straight at the plate of Holy Communion.

"Holy Communion!"