Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1087 No Lies, But No Fixing the Match! (Part 2)

"Ha~"

The jungle was dense, the leaves were deep, and the brown soil was covered with a thin layer of snow, making it look rather dirty. On the stone bench covered with a golden carpet, the golden tiger yawned and rolled over.

Hearing the commotion on Pingyang Mountain, the tiger's whiskers trembled a few times. Then the commotion returned, and the whiskers trembled again... The noise entered the cave and echoed endlessly. The golden-haired tiger, still half asleep, raised its head with a tuft of messy fur on its head, scratched its hairy balls, and then casually reached out to its right.

The claws were empty.

"Hmm... Where's the hedgehog? Who's making that noise outside?"

"Little King, it's Marquis Xingyi! Marquis Xingyi has come to Pingyang Mountain! His otter, along with Scarface Otter under Luohan's seat, are fighting again at our mountain gate, hence the commotion." A bat hangs upside down in the cave, flapping its wings and screeching, "The hedgehog went to the temple to offer fruit, and the wild boar is rooting up snowballs on the mountain!"

The golden tiger, full of energy, stretched out its head a little.

In a blur, I could see two dark figures entangled in the snow outside the cave. One of them was raising a large bone club and smashing it into the ground like a pile driver.

Bangzhi.

Golden Tiger ignored him: "Lord Xingyi is here...is there something you need?"

"Nothing, it seems they've come looking for Master Huaikong."

The golden tiger smacked its lips.

If you're not looking for it, then everything's fine.

Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, autumn lethargy, winter hibernation.

Turn over and go back to sleep.

"Boom boom boom!"

The wild boars frolicked all over the mountain, rolling a snowball a meter in diameter from the top of the mountain to the bottom, smashing through the trees along the way, entertaining themselves.

Pingyang rarely sees heavy snow, so I don't know how it rolled such a big snowball.

There was a loud bang.

The snowball hit the rocks, shattered into pieces, and scattered in all directions.

The wild boar chased after it, nudging its snout and flinging the exploded snowball back, rolling it up to the top of the mountain, over and over again. The black dragon and the little mirage dragon ran alongside the wild boar, leaping and bounding about, all in high spirits.

"How about it?" Liang Qu withdrew his gaze, put his arm around Huai Kong's shoulder, and shook him vigorously. "Little Master, what's your decision? I've calculated the dates, and I'll let you ride Chishan. You can make it in time for the start of the Hantai Debate and properly dampen the Lotus Sect's arrogance!"

Huai Kong was taken aback: "Who's riding?"

"you!"

"I?"

"Hmph, I've been rambling on for so long, did you even listen?" Liang Qu said discontentedly, picking a jujube from the hedgehog's back and stuffing it into the little monk's hand. "Of course it's you, and only you."

It would be a waste of talent for a great Arhat to debate scriptures with a Tibetan monk from the Himalayas, like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Besides, even if the master wanted to go, he couldn't. What does it mean for an Arhat to go to the border? There are political risks involved.

"Haven't you always wanted to change the atmosphere in Hantai? This is a golden opportunity for the people of Hantai to switch their allegiance to the Central Plains! Let's debate him face-to-face and win! Wouldn't that be far more effective than doing anything else?"

"Wuhu!"

A small mirage dragon whistled past from the side.

Huai Kong glanced at him, then looked back, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back, before pinching his prayer beads and asking, "Hantai, who is debating the scriptures?"

“His name is Sanjay. Didn’t I just mention it?” Liang Qu thought Huai Kong hadn’t been listening carefully, so he had to reintroduce him. “Sanjay was a shepherd boy when he was young. He predicted an avalanche when he was seven years old. Coincidentally, it was very accurate. It flooded three towns!”

The Lotus Sect came to us, claiming to be the reincarnation of Gongga Rinpoche, who had passed away in retreat. The red birthmark between his eyebrows perfectly matched the hand gestures of his previous life. I suspect it is some kind of Buddhist martial spirit. The Lotus Sect has been building momentum since childhood; perhaps the avalanche was deliberately induced.

At the age of twenty, I spent three years in seclusion at the Ice Lake. The Lotus Sect said that by using the 'Akasagarbha' method, I broke through the boundary between life and death, personally saw the wrathful deities in the intermediate state illusion, and received the terma prophecy. Ugh, it's all a mess. Anyway, I was promoted to Tiger Hunter.

At the age of thirty-five, in the debate at Ganden Monastery, he broke through thirteen layers of logic in Buddhist doctrine, and used the theory of "the union of emptiness and man" to convince the Gelugpa masters, establishing a new interpretation of Madhyamaka Prasangika.

At the age of forty-two, he created the "Treatise on the Union of Lotus and Moon," attained the highest level of enlightenment, and the copper bell in the library rang on its own for forty-nine days without wind. He was known as Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche...

"Wang!"

The dragon chased after it with all its might, its ears flapping wildly.

“Benefactor,” Huai Kong interrupted Liang Qu, his tone earnest and sincere, “Perhaps I cannot win the argument with him?”

"Huh?" Liang Qu exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you the Buddhist disciple of the Hanging Temple, born with a heart of crystal and a courage of diamond, possessing ten of the thirty-two Buddha marks, having the body of an Arhat, wielding the power of diamond, and having boundless Buddha-nature? Are you just bragging?"

"Kakakaka."

He moved the prayer beads in his empty palm, and they made a clear, crisp sound.

half an hour.

"How old is Sanjay?"

Liang Qu shook his head: "I really don't know. I forgot to ask. It seems that it takes about 60 years to advance to the Zhenxiang level, and there are a little over 100 but less than 200?"

Huai Kong sighed softly, "His lifespan is several times longer than mine, his knowledge and experience are dozens of times greater, and we are both deeply immersed in Buddhism..."

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's just a small age difference. Ambition knows no age, and a hundred years is wasted without ambition. I'm only twenty-five. Debating scriptures isn't like fighting."

Huai Kong: "..."

He had never been so silent before, despite all the things he had said.

He had a lot of words in his mind.

"Boom."

The wild boar slipped on one hoof, and carrying the momentum, tumbled and fell down the mountain.

The small mirage dragon manifested a giant dragon claw, like a fly swatter, and swatted the wild boar back.

call out!
A long wind blew by, whipping up clothes.

Huai Kong clasped his hands together and analyzed carefully: "People say that the older one gets, the greater one's ambition becomes."

He is a perfect being, while I am a tiger hunter; our realms differ, this is my first defeat. He has lived for over two Jiazi years, while I am but a monk with only one and a half lifetimes, this is my second defeat. As for Hantai, many believe in the Lotus School, but few believe in the Central Plains, this is my third defeat…”

The monks at the Hanging Temple are indeed Buddhists, but they weren't born with that knowledge.

The age difference alone is over a hundred years, and the opponent is a master of the True Elephant realm.

Hantai Mansion is the opponent's home ground.

The fact that the Lotus Sect sent the so-called Pema Dondrup Yangjin Chokyi Rinpoche is clearly due to the recent series of complex events surrounding Blue Lake, which severely damaged the Lotus Sect's prestige. The sect has deliberately sent a master to preach, which is undoubtedly a preventative measure.

No doubt, he's a master of debate.

With all the clues and events combined, Huai Kong was convinced that if he really went to Hantai, he would most likely lose the argument and might even become a stepping stone for him!
Blindly rushing forward is a recipe for disaster.

"Isn't it true?"

Liang Qu brushed off the snow, sat on a blue stone, and gazed at the bustling town below.

As the year draws to a close, wealthy families hang up large red lanterns early, showcasing the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Pingyang Town is named after Pingyang Mountain, which lies beneath it.

There used to be a Fahua Temple in Pingyang. At the beginning of the Da Shun Dynasty, the monks of Fahua Temple were all killed by angry local tyrants and the temple was abandoned. Later, the secret room in Fahua Temple for praying for children became the breeding ground for Master Zhao's mountain spirits. Liang Qu and his fellow disciples once came and swept through it.

When Pingyang Town was changed to Pingyang County, Fahua Temple was transformed into a Confucian temple. When Su Guishan took over, in order to keep the old monk, the Confucian temple was transformed back into a Buddhist temple. It did not receive many pilgrims on weekdays, and was mainly used for quiet cultivation. The back mountain became the habitat of a group of demonic beasts, including the Golden-haired Tiger.

Liang Qu would visit whenever he had free time.

Seeing Liang Qu sitting on the rock in distress, Huai Kong said earnestly, "This humble monk is still inexperienced, but the Lotus Sect is not invincible. They are simply older. Benefactor, you can go to the Hanging Temple and ask Abbot Dixian to take action..."

He hadn't been ignoring the advice; he simply thought Liang Qu was looking for a master from the Hanging Temple to send to Hantai. Little did he know that Liang Qu had come looking for him!

Liang Qu shook his head: "Not good."

"Why?"

“Going to the Hanging Temple to invite a high monk would be seen by the world as going back to the Central Plains to ask for reinforcements. It would weaken our momentum. It is not advisable to be cowardly before the battle. You are different.”

"What's different?"

"You've shown your face in Hantai Prefecture. Many people have seen you and know you. You're young, so lecturing and debating scriptures is a disadvantage, and it's not easy for you to win. But if you do win, that's a huge advantage! A three-year-old child can defeat a master from the Snow Mountain!"

Liang Qu spent a considerable amount of time at Blue Lake, but he wasn't with Huai Kong all the time.

Whenever he had free time, Huai Kong would go to Hantai Prefecture to open the Medicine Buddha, save lives, and change customs. Many people remembered him. He stood up and had a mass base, so he didn't need to call for reinforcements.

Since the east and west coasts are not connected, ordinary people would only think that Huai Kong had traveled here without any preparation, while Sangye was the one who was prepared, plus the age difference.

Make the most of every bit of effort!

Smash it to pieces!

Huai Kong felt ashamed.

Liang Qu hardened his heart, patted Huai Kong's shoulder, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "If we can't rely on raw power, then we'll have to resort to some underhanded tactics!"

"means?"

"go!"

Liang Qu took Huai Kong's hand and climbed into the temple to find the old monk. Inside the temple, Scarface's little otter was playing around with a broom, sparring like swords, making a lot of noise. When it saw someone coming, it immediately calmed down and pretended to sweep the snow.

Entering the library, I found the old monk.

"Grandmaster!"

The old monk put down his book.

Liang Qu skillfully found a futon, handed one to Huai Kong, and the three of them sat down in a "品" (pin) shape.

The old monk glanced at Liangqu.

"Master, you may not know this, let me tell you again..."

The old monk was of extremely high moral character and would not take advantage of his high level of cultivation to pry into other people's secrets. Liang Qu recounted the story again.

The old monk frowned slightly: "Huai Kong... is indeed no match for me."

Huai Kong bowed deeply in apology: "I am ashamed of the temple's nurturing."

“A single pillar cannot support a collapsing building, therefore,” Liang Qu said solemnly, “now that things have come to this, we must ask you, Master, to step in! To turn the tide and save the collapsing edifice!”

Huai Kong was surprised.

The old monk chuckled and shook his head: "Tell me, what other wonderful method do you have?"

Liang Qu chuckled and raised his wrist: "Awei!"

The golden-winged, blue-armored centipede flew out and landed in the center of the character "品" (pin), its mouth opening and closing, exuding a majestic aura.

Liang Qu tapped Awei's head and introduced, "This water beast of mine has followed me since childhood. We are of one mind and have the ability to transmit our voices over long distances!"

Awei spun around in coordination.

Huai Kong was shocked.

The old monk, unfazed by such sights, simply nodded slightly.

Liang Qu continued: "Awei's concealment ability is extremely strong. Even a master of the True Elephant realm would find it difficult to detect. At that time, he can hide on Huai Kong's wrist. There is no need to speak, as speaking would easily expose him. Instead, bite! One light bite and two heavy bites correspond to one syllable. Two light bites and one heavy bite correspond to another syllable. Use this to transmit the message!"

Huai Kong was completely bewildered. When he came to his senses, he immediately exclaimed, "Benefactor Liang, monks do not lie!"

He understood.

He himself stepped forward to face the Lotus School guru Sangye, but the real debater was the Vajra King of Pingyang Prefecture!

Sangye's feelings for Vajra King are the same as his feelings for Sangye!

Liang Qu complained, "Monks don't lie, but that doesn't mean they can't fix matches!"

Huai Kong's face flushed red: "What's the difference? It's all deception!"

"Hmph, inflexible and unwilling to use your tools, how can you become a grandmaster?" Liang Qu scolded, then turned his head, "Look, even the master didn't say it was impossible!"

Huai Kong's gaze followed, and he saw that the old monk's expression was indifferent, as if struck by lightning.

Vajra King, is he really that agile?
In the past, within the Hanging Temple, Huai Kong had heard many tales of the Ming King's deeds, his uprightness and incorruptibility, but how...

This is also one of the reasons why Liang Qu was confident in coming to seek him out.

The old monk was of extremely high moral character and was flexible and adaptable.

A master is a master!

"Tattoo."

The claws scraped against the bluestone bricks, and a dark figure flashed past the doorway.

Liang Qu glanced sideways, and Scarface, carrying a large bone club on his shoulder, walked arrogantly past the door. As he put down the ritual implement, he picked up a teapot and went inside to pour tea for the three of them.

The tea leaves swirl and the white foam clings to the side of the cup.

"I'll have to find Senior Brother Lu another day and ask him to make a sharp weapon for Otter..."

The battle between the heavenly beings and the human forces is raging.

Liang Qu gathered his thoughts, stood up, and said, "I'll compile a corresponding codebook later. Pack it tonight and leave tomorrow morning. Take notes on the way, practice it a few times, practice until you're proficient. Master, I'll come to find you during the New Year holidays."

An old monk drinks tea.

……

After leaving the temple, Liang Qu went to Shanghu Academy, donated one thousand taels of silver, and entrusted the task of writing the book to Headmaster Zhao.

The Pinyin method is only used by illiterate beginners, and no one around them knows it. The academy is different. Not only do they know it, but they are quite proficient in it. They know how to use it and how to teach it. They are experienced and can write short codes for common ones and long codes for less common ones. It is a technical skill.

"One night is too rushed."

"Headmaster, you've gone to a lot of trouble. Please take this thousand taels and use it to buy a new set of desks and chairs for the academy."

"Haha." Zhao Shanchang stroked his beard. "Alright, I'll take the trouble!"

"By the way, Headmaster, there might be some things popping up in the academy recently. Please don't be offended, just pretend you didn't see them. If anyone asks, just say this..."

Headmaster Zhao looked surprised: "How could a water beast come to an academy?"

Liang Qu was too embarrassed to explain, and still bowed deeply: "Headmaster, please bear with me as a mischievous student."

The fat catfish explained to the dragon that the source of the news about the immortal island's revival was the academy they had attended.

Just in case, we need to record the statements in advance.

"Ok."

Headmaster Zhao agreed, spread out Xuan paper on the table, Liang Qu casually placed the bronze lion paperweight on it, then drained the water, ground the ink, and presented a wolf-hair brush.

"The Marquis of Xingyi is grinding ink; I suppose I am enjoying a special honor?"

"The headmaster is also my mentor. He was the one who helped me choose the books back then. Otherwise, I might not have been able to learn the Hanging Temple's techniques."

Zhao Shanzhang chuckled.

Back then, when Liang Qu was searching for Buddhist scriptures at the academy, he gave me a few recommendations. At the time, I was puzzled. Looking back now, I realize that I had probably already come into contact with Vajra King and learned the Dragon Tiger Golden Body technique of the Hanging Temple. I just don't know why Vajra King didn't personally teach me.

Stroking the white paper.

Headmaster Zhao pondered and drew a dot, then a horizontal line.

……

"Finally done."

After arranging all the matters and ensuring that nothing went wrong, Liang Qu returned to the cloud and breathed a sigh of relief.

"With the third supernatural power complete, the elimination of hidden agents and the disguise will largely eliminate the need for Jian Zhongyi..."

Once the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; once the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away.

Sorry, Lao Jian.

Your Highness... the world is just that cruel!
The next day.

Chishan and Awei waited at the mountain gate. When they saw Huaikong carrying a bundle and dawdling, Chishan snorted, bit the back of his collar, tossed his head and threw Huaikong onto his back, and walked through the air toward Blue Lake.

Long Yao and Long Li got up, made their beds, and took a walk around the courtyard to count the number of water beasts.

"Xiao Yao, have you seen the boat captain?"

"No, I think I went out with the elder yesterday and didn't come back."

"Hey, captain! Dinner's ready! If you don't come out soon, we're leaving you!"

The beaver dragged its tail as it slowly emerged from the pond, sat on the stool, and waved its paw at the dragon girl, indicating that the otter would come back on its own when it got hungry, and that she didn't need to worry about it and should start eating.

"Ok."

Since things have come to this, let's have breakfast first!
Southeast waters, outpost canyon.

Bubbles floated gently, the fat catfish was bloated, and he was well-organized, arranging the aquatic creatures to do their work, looking every bit like a middle-aged leader in a white hat.

Liangqu and his entourage of aquatic beasts lay hidden among the algae, witnessing the ever-growing spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He mentally estimated the time, and his mental connection throbbed.

Longpingjiang sent a message.

"Elder, a message from the River and Lake Bureau says the Whale King is coming today! He wants you to return as soon as possible!"

"Damn! They're really here!"

Liang Qu pulled out a handful of algae.

Just as E-ying guessed.

The furnace has a long history, and the Whale King originally planned to travel to Da Shun. Now that the Immortal Island has been revived, how could he miss out on the fun?

(End of this chapter)