Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1174 Ping Shisheng (Two Chapters Combined)

A human head was impaled on a thorny wooden stake, and the blood had dried into a black scab.

The fly fluttered its wings, landed on my cheek, crawled along my grayish-white eyeballs, and rubbed its segments together.

A sudden storm left people on both sides of the strait in a sorry state, and then it ended like a dream.

Water drips from the tips of leaves. A martial artist, holding a long spear, leans against a rock, watching the great river flow eastward. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and a sense of unreality arises in his heart.

When the Southern Xinjiang delegation met with the Da Shun delegation, a noisy argument could be faintly heard. Perhaps, or perhaps it really was over. The huge camp was in a flurry of activity. Soldiers gathered around the notice board and watched as the young general, holding a stack of papers and two iron nails, pressed them into the board with his bare hands and held his breath.

The young man turned around and held up two fingers.

"Two things! First, if your military merit record is accurate and no one reports it within three days, it can be added to your personal file and you can exchange it for treasures; second, those on this list, pack up and you can go home early. Before leaving, register with your superiors."

"it's over?"

The young general shook his head: "It's over for now. When Marquis Xingyi returns, we might be ambushed, so we can't withdraw our troops."

The mountains roared and the tsunami roared.

"Go home! Go home."

"Old Li, you're lucky. You can go home and hug your big, chubby son now."

"Haha, a letter during the New Year holiday, who knew it would end so quickly, I have to thank Marquis Xingyi for that."

"What did Marquis Xie Xingyi do? Did he get your wife pregnant?"

"Get lost, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll slap you across the face! You're my son! I'm saying if it weren't for Marquis Xingyi, how could this have ended so soon? Let's all rejoice, may you all have a son soon, and may those without wives find a good one."

Laughing loudly.

One by one, the wooden stakes were pulled up, the iron nails were pulled out of the ground, and the tents were folded up from the outside in.

Stepping out of the military camp, outside Qinzhou city, on the banks of the Linjiang River, the wind in the wilderness tousled my hair.

Amidst towering mountains and deep valleys, a spring rain during the Awakening of Insects causes fallen tree roots to sprout new buds.

Countless disaster victims poured into their lost homeland, reclaiming the wasteland submerged by the flood. Some people argued about the size of the land on the ridges, and a stone tablet fell over. The redivision of the land escalated into a fight. A man picked up a stone from the ground, took two quick steps, and smashed it on the head of the person in front of him.

pat.

The man who was hit fell straight into the rice paddy, splashing mud and water.

Then I heard a muffled "A dead person!"

The villagers from both sides rushed out, grabbed hoes and iron tools, and started fighting fiercely. The fighting was chaotic until passing soldiers rode by on horseback, brandishing their whips. With a few charges, they scattered the villagers like birds and beasts, leaving only a dark-skinned woman in coarse linen clothes holding a man who had emerged from the mud, wailing loudly.

Xu Zishuai saw everything clearly from the mountains and fields. He shook his head and sighed. He turned around and stepped into the tent to help his senior brother Lu Gang pack his things.

"All of them have been accepted."

"What?" Lu Gang piled his luggage on the table.

"Senior brother, do you remember junior brother's destiny?"

Lu Gang tied a knot in his bag: "Of course I remember. The Direct Seal is a giant ape, and the Indirect Seal is a long dragon crossing the river. No matter which one it is, Master was absolutely right back then."

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Xu Zishuai leaned against the table and snapped his fingers. “Back then, Master said that Junior Brother’s Indirect Resource had two interpretations.”

One interpretation is that this dragon represents my junior brother, Ah Shui, who will surely transform into a dragon after crossing the river; another interpretation is that this dragon is not my junior brother, but someone else who will transform into a dragon, thus clashing with my junior brother!

Lu Gang stopped what he was doing.

Legend has it that a snake becomes a jiao after 500 years, and a jiao transforms into a dragon after 1,000 years. A snake cultivates for 500 years to become a "jiao" and hides in lakes, deep pools, reservoirs, tributaries of rivers, and caves. A "jiao" cultivates for 1,000 years and then travels along major rivers to the sea to transform into a dragon.

The so-called "journey along the river" refers to the process by which the dragon travels along the main channel of a river to the sea, accompanied by astonishing phenomena such as violent storms, floods, and swollen rivers, which submerge everything along its path.

Whether one is "traveling across the river" or being "traveled across the river" by others, it is extremely dangerous.

"what do you mean……"

Xu Zishuai also held up two fingers, flipping the paper over.

"The dragon has now departed and entered the sea, thus existing on both sides. Previously, the dragon crossed the river and clashed with Ah Shui and the white ape, but now it has been intercepted by Ah Shui and the white ape, thus resolving the conflict."
Now, Ah Shui and the white ape have entered the Dragon Palace and crossed the Huai River. The roles of host and guest have been reversed. The dragon will probably not let this go easily, and it will be the dragon's turn to intercept them. This is another explanation!
What goes around comes around; in my opinion, this isn't over yet.

……

"Hum hum……"

Humming a tune, General Yuan leisurely rowed back to Pengze. The sky was vast, the lake water was clear, and the produce was plentiful. Pengze was the most pleasant place to be. Although it was not as large as the Jianghuai Lake, it was a small world where a demon reigned supreme, free and unrestrained.

At the foot of Shoushan Mountain, the cunning insect poked its head out and flew to the old tortoise to mock him. After working hard for half a day, all it got was a blood cocoon and a wisp of breath.

General Yuan swung his claws and struck, knocking out the giant clam of Pengze, smashing its shell and taking its meat, completely ignoring the mockery.

"What do you know? I was born a tortoise, a dragon tortoise. So what if I'm a tortoise? Who can say otherwise? As for you, you've been waiting on Longevity Mountain for ages and you don't even dare to come out."

The insects chirped sharply.

"Haha, getting impatient!" General Yuan seized the initiative, devouring the sweet clam meat. "This is called a turtle tactic, understand? Who cares about a clown?"

You think the dragon is vengeful, but that's a hostile perspective and it's biased. I never thought so. When I took over Pengze, it was just a little snake in its egg, nursing. The old turtle of the West River called me Little Turtle. If we really talk about age, it's hard to say who's older.

Knowing its own weakness, the dragon has been trying to win over the hearts of demons for decades, just like the old dragon king. Do you think it's a lie that it will forgive and forget if it retreats before the battle is over?
No, it really would do that! A perfect opportunity to demonstrate its tolerance for fish; otherwise, why would the Ironhead Fish be so devoted to it? If you were in its shoes, would you help a heartless, fickle dragon?

Shi Chong was taken aback.

"A tyrant is subject to Hong Wei's tyranny. A tyrant will never achieve anything."

So whichever side wins, it won't stop me from coming back to be the little king. If the monkey wins, I'll still make a small profit. The more shameless, stupid, and unnoticed I am, the more I can live on both sides.

Besides, that scruffy monkey isn't that stingy. Once he's done with his business at the Dragon Palace and calmed down, he'll definitely send me some good stuff, believe it or not."

The insects were suspicious.

General Yuan removed the clam shell and scraped its beak with the sharp edge.

"Those who can become Water Lords and reach the top are all magnanimous. Learn from this: whoever lives the longest wins. What does face matter?"
Besides, if I've truly mistaken the monkey, then of all the people under heaven, only this old tortoise can produce this life-extending treasure."

……

"Bold fat catfish! I served you faithfully, I spun dreams and honed your skills in real combat. I have the ancestral mirage dragon, who revealed information from the underworld and helped you obtain the position of drought demon. My merit is the greatest! My strength is the strongest! For my service to the ape, I deserve the highest salary! I should be appointed prime minister! The northern waters belong to me!"

Draw a large circle on the sand, dividing it into east, south, west, north, and center.

The little mirage dragon threw out a lined pebble, which grabbed the fat catfish's long whiskers. The fat catfish was in so much pain that it couldn't speak. Its fins pointed and its webbed feet made circles as it angrily denounced the treacherous villain.

Without the Black Dragon King, those mere insects would still be fast asleep in the Frog King's cave!
"Aaaaah! Nonsense, utter nonsense! I was born a dragon, what worm? You're the worm! Fat worm! Big fat worm!"

Enraged, the little mirage dragon stretched out its arm.

The fat catfish's mouth was forced open, and it mumbled out the word "strong worm".

"Cannot Move" sauntered out, its claws calmed, displaying the air of an elder brother stepping in to mediate the dispute.

It is the oldest, has followed the gods the longest, owns a plantation, and receives continuous dividends. In its early years, it even used the mark of the divine tree to help the gods turn the tide on several occasions. In terms of its contribution to the apes, it is the greatest and should be named the Azure Dragon King and belong to the Eastern Waters.

Ao Miyun shook his head: "My Dragon Sturgeon clan has been lying low for decades, waiting for a new ruler. As the representative of the Dragon Sturgeon clan, I have made the greatest contribution and should be granted the title of Duke."

Round head, shaking head and wagging tail.

It teaches all the aquatic creatures to read, to be polite, and to be intelligent; without it, nothing can be accomplished.

Fist collides with pincers.

It twice protected the gods, saving them from fire and water, and even searched for mineral veins, profiting hundreds of thousands of taels of silver solely from the bloodstone.

The otter scratched its bottom, thought and thought, then stood in the middle and said that tomorrow the gods love to eat otter-flavored grilled fish. Without grilled fish, it would be unable to swallow and would starve to death long ago. It is the greatest credit for being able to live to this day.

The beaver tapped its front teeth, and the primordial accumulation that the gods had gained from the Frog King began with the front teeth of its beaver clan.

The water beasts argued endlessly, counting their scars and discussing their battle exploits.

"Cuck!"

A frog's croak silenced the fighting.

"Don't move," the round-headed, fat catfish, fist, and little mirage dragon stood at attention in the air, forming two rows to make way.

The old toad stood proudly with its webbed feet, glanced around, strode out with its toes pointing outwards, and patted its chest.

"I am the Prime Minister!"

The aquatic beasts nodded in agreement, praising the Frog King as wise and mighty.

Wow.

The vortex opens and closes.

The water creatures tumbled out of the marshland and crashed to the ground.

The western tortoise was astonished.

The white ape actually created its own space?
Where did this strange stone come from?
The old toad pried open the fat catfish's gaping mouth, jumped down from the jade brick, and saw the majestic white ape. Its frog eyes lit up, and it was about to croak when it suddenly saw the large hole in the jade square and the fallen tree. Its frog skin wrinkled, it groaned, and clutched its heart.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe.

The entire root system rotted, leaving only six roots intact.

A dazzling display of lights and silver flowers, the treasures presented by General Yuan.

One of the Eight Beauties of Jianghuai.

Gone.

Looking at the rest, there is a huge hole in the center of the square, about two miles in circumference, with a dark crack extending from the hole to the palace on top. The other halls are mostly in ruins.

pain.

It hurts too much.

How did our Dragon Palace end up like this?

The old toad curled up into a ball, its limbs twitching in discomfort.

The white ape looked at the Frog King with some confusion.

The Frog King carries a large anchor on its shoulder and swings its webbed feet.

Everything looks like its own; it hurts when it's broken or damaged—an old habit, nothing to worry about. Walk past the trembling old toad.

The algae swayed, and the firework display emitted an orange glow. The vast dragon palace was empty, with no water beasts lingering. The dragon's subordinates had all withdrawn long ago.

The white ape and its aquatic beasts, along with the Turtle King, Frog King, Umibozu, and Old Toad, are currently the only visitors to the Dragon Palace, giving them a sense of visiting a wonder and having the place to themselves.

call.

The water surged and rolled.

Look around.

Pretty.

it's beautiful.

The Dragon Palace has existed since ancient times. Where the true dragon resides, the Dragon Palace is located. However, the Dragon King has a long lifespan and has renovated the Dragon Palace many times, resulting in different styles. It has undergone a great deal of construction, transforming from a complete framework to its present appearance, adorned with dazzling lights and fireworks. Countless years have passed in between.

The fat catfish often came to the Dragon Palace to present poems, describing the magnificence to Liangqu, but it was still not even half as good as what he had seen with his own eyes.

The three-tiered dragon palace rises abruptly from the ground, shaped like a mountain.

The lower level is the dwelling of water beasts, a free market; the middle level is the residence of capable generals; and the top level is the Dragon Palace, with an unparalleled panoramic view, overlooking all the heroes below.

Now, it all belongs to him.

Success is half success, failure is half failure; you gain half, you lose half.

The dragon didn't die, but the Jianghuai region had already changed hands.

Turning around, it floated upwards, stepping on the carved and painted white marble slope.

The floor is inlaid with gilded gold, the hall is incredibly spacious, and golden dragons encircle the top, winding around the jade wall, with the throne meandering.

That's right.

Winding.

The dragon throne is a single sloping surface, uneven and bumpy. The dragon king is a dragon, and the throne is designed to fit the dragon's body. The dragon itself does not need to be modified.

In this way, Liang Qu, who is not used to being transformed into a white ape, would undoubtedly find it a wonderful thing to sit on a large, square chair right now.

Snoring.

A dark shadow flickered, and the fat catfish took the lead, rushing forward to knock and bang, spewing black mist to modify the throne, only to find that the [Ink Splashing and Brushing] technique was impossible to grasp for a long time.

Liang Qu laughed heartily.

"It can't be changed. The Dragon Lord has been raised for a thousand years. You'll need to soak it for at least ten days to half a month to make any slight changes."

Ten days to half a month.

The long whiskers folded at a ninety-degree angle, the fat catfish waved its fins, beckoned its fists to bury in the ground, absorbed rigidity, and worked together.

Not to be outdone, the little mirage dragon summoned a mirage beast to clear away the rubble and find gaps to piece it together.

The "immovable" double horns glowed, restoring the greenery of the Dragon Palace.

The water creatures each performed their duties, bringing life to the empty palace.

Stepping out of the Dragon Palace.

On Jade White Square, the old toad, having regained his spirits, pulled out a rope from somewhere and directed the round-headed tribe and water beasts to work. First, they piled up earth to fill the large pit in the square, and then they pulled up the Fire Tree and Silver Flower again to try to plant it.

It's still a desolate wasteland and ruins, but without the huge pit, at least it's not so bad-looking.

But none of these are the most crucial.

Frog King, Turtle King, General Yuan, Sea Monk, Frog Lord... so many demons, they put in so much effort, it's time to share the fruits!
"Frog Master, where is the Dragon Palace's treasure vault?"

All the demons turned their gazes in unison.

The old toad fidgeted and hesitated, but the Frog King stretched out his webbed claws, and the old toad jumped into the Frog King's palm, then landed on the Frog King's head. Overjoyed, the Frog King coughed twice and pointed with his webbed claws.

"That!"

Propelled by the flowing water, the demon kings and water beasts arrived at the Dragon Palace, descending along the passageway until they reached a massive jade gate.

There is no lock.

The top is rounded and open.

A unique medicinal fragrance permeated the air, and the old toad's saliva dripped three feet.

Umibozu extended its tentacles and separated from the white ape's body. Compared to when they first merged, Umibozu's overall dimensions were significantly smaller.

I'm so sorry.

Recalling the battle, Liang Qu was seriously injured many times, especially by the venom and bites of the dragon, including multiple fractures, all of which were repaired by the sea spirit's "flesh replenishment".

The meat was all given to him, so he naturally shrank by one size.

"what!"

A scream interrupted his thoughts. The door swung open, and the old toad suddenly fell off the frog king's head, then began to curl up and convulse again.

Liang Qujin's eyes narrowed, and he strode into the treasure vault. His first impression wasn't excitement, but rather...

"Why are so many spaces empty?"

The vast treasure vault contained only a few corners piled with treasures, and even those were not of very high quality.

This……

How do we explain this to the Frog King and the Turtle King?

It was agreed that he would not take a single coin from the Dragon Palace's treasury, but would distribute it all to the demon kings...

Umibozu swam inside, stretching out his eight legs, and checked the marks on the shelves one by one.

"Part of it has been empty for a long time, and the other part should have been moved away by the dragon in advance. In the past, the Dragon Palace was rich because the Dragon King had strong control over the entire Huai River. The Great Swamp with the ruler was even more prosperous and traded with each other. But the dragon took over and could not be controlled. It only went out and did not come in. It is probably just sitting and eating away at the mountain. The Great Shun had even asked for it once before. The Great Huai Army had high salaries and spent a lot of money to search for the white ape."

day!
Flood dragon!

You bastard!

Low-grade treasures are useless to demon kings and great demons; having many of them is as good as having none.

The white ape felt a mouthful of blood rising in his chest and immediately apologized to the Turtle King and the Frog King.

"The two kings have contributed a great deal, and their reward would certainly not be so sloppy. However, what we have seen today is that there are not many treasures left in the Dragon Palace's treasury. Apart from the treasures we have seen today, each of us will take 30%. As for the rest, we hope that you can give us some more time. When the Dragon Palace is rebuilt in the future, we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward."

All the water beasts, those with hands, clasped their hands in greeting, and those with whiskers, flicked their whiskers.

After a moment's thought, the Turtle King readily agreed.

The Frog King had no objections.

If the old toad doesn't suffer a loss, it won't suffer a loss.

After calming the two demon kings down, Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Round Head to guard the treasure vault gate.

Returning to the Dragon Palace twice.

At this very moment, on the horizon of the Jianghuai region, numerous white streams roared in, skimming across the water's surface and creating a pure white curtain, their bodies drenched in blood, before descending one after another onto the plaza.

None of those who came were living people.

Ao Qing, one of the three elders of the Dragon Clan, Long E'ying, Long Binglin, and Long Yanrui...

Dragon Man! Dragon Sturgeon!
Thousands of dragon people and dragon sturgeon rushed to the ground.

Although more than 90% of the thousands of dragon people and dragon sturgeons were confused and vague, not knowing what had happened today and why the world had suddenly changed, the feeling that the Dragon Palace was too big and there was no one to use instantly disappeared!
Fireworks, jade plaza, Dragon King Palace... every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every tree.

Staggering.

The Grand Elder Long Chen gazed at the majestic Dragon Palace, speechless for a long time, his eyes red-rimmed.

The Dragon Lord disappeared for over a hundred years, and the Dragonkin race also left the Dragon Palace in the Central Court for several decades...

Everything has changed, yet nothing has changed.

At this moment, too many people and too many regrets flashed through Long Chen's mind.

Ao Xingdao, Long Jinkui, Long Yuanjing, did you see that?
We finally...

came back.

The white ape grinned: "Elder?"

Elder Long Chen waved his hands repeatedly, wiped away his tears, straightened his clothes, and respectfully took three steps back and knelt on one knee.

"Your subject pays respects to Lord Water!"

Wow.

White vapor spread out.

The dragon-man knelt on the ground, and the dragon-sturgeon prostrated themselves.

"Dragonkin, pay your respects to Suijun!"

"The Dragon Sturgeon Clan pays respects to Sui-kun!"

The mountains roared and the tsunami roared.

Algae sway gently, and bubbles rise slowly to the surface.

The golden eyes are pressing down.

"If one cannot sweep away the great marsh, how can one be a ruler?"

Long Chen asked, "Where does the Water Lord intend to sweep?"

The white ape pointed to the eastern water.

"Ghost Mother Cult!"

(End of this chapter)