Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 211 You are the fish, I am the knife!
"The eldest prince of the Dragon King of the North Sea?"

Glancing at the little loach in his palm, Bodhidharma smiled nonchalantly, "Isn't this just right? Pampered and spoiled, the skin is tender and the meat tastes better!"

It's over.

He stretched out his hand above the bronze tripod.

As a gesture, he wanted to flip his palms, and directly threw Ao Moang into the tripod.

The red soup churned, making a sound of bone and bone, like magma in purgatory.

The scorching hot aroma rose up, scaring Ao Moang so much that he was dripping with sweat.

Today, all his mana has been suppressed by Bodhidharma.

Once it enters the hot bronze cauldron, it will be stewed to a pulp in a short time.

Thinking of this, Ao Moang suddenly lost his previous arrogance.

Great fear, like the tide of the black moon, has occupied the whole body in an instant.

"Holy, holy monk, the Buddha once said that God has the virtue of good life..."

Ao Moang was terrified in his heart and spoke incoherently, "Ben, Ben... I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes. As the saying goes, everyone in the world is brothers. You are merciful. The adults don't remember the faults of the villains. Forgive me this time... ..."

Dharma smiled and was about to speak.

Sudden.

A roar full of anger resounded like thunder.

"Monk, let go of my son!"

As soon as he heard this voice, Ao Moang was overjoyed and shouted hysterically: "Father, save me!"

The voice did not fall.

The sea shook violently.

The waves emptied out, stirred up furious rolls, and violently impacted the sky.

One after another silhouettes leaped out from the bottom of the sea, standing on the waves, like walking on flat ground, and surrounded Bodhidharma tightly.

"My God!"

Roger and the old man looked around and almost fainted from fright.

From the people present, judging from their appearance, except for those fish, shrimp, turtles and other small minions, most of the rest are dragon heads.

At first glance, it looks like the water spirit dragon clan from all over the world!

For fishermen at sea, they fear and fear the Sea Dragon King the most.

But on weekdays, fishermen who are unlucky may encounter some sea monsters making trouble, causing the boat to crash and people to die.

But the Sea Dragon King is always only in the legend.

After all, if one really encounters a dragon at sea, the chance of surviving is extremely low.

Unexpectedly, this time, he bumped into so many dragons all at once.

Roger's face was full of horror, but there was a little excitement, and he said, "Grandpa, did you see it? Well, there are a lot of dragons!"

The old man pulled him behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up and hide, don't make a sound!"

Although he said so on his lips, he looked at Dharma's back with eyes full of expectation.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that both his and Roger's lives were in the hands of Bodhidharma.

At the beginning, when the two accidentally broke into this backwater sea area, their fate was already doomed.

With the strength of mortals, it is impossible to escape from the dead water.

Therefore, what awaits them, apart from dying of starvation and thirst, is the possibility of being swallowed by the sea monster.

But the appearance of Bodhidharma gave them great hope.

Originally thought that Bodhidharma would be able to take them out of here, but then, the situation turned abruptly.

That's all for Ao Moang, and now he has alarmed the dragons of the world!

And now, Bodhidharma is fighting against the dragons from all corners of the world with all his strength!
"I don't know if the holy monk can handle it alone?"

The old man thought.

Unfortunately, he and Roger are just ordinary people.

Can't help Dharma.

however.

For some reason, deep in his heart, he still believed in Bodhidharma.

For this point, even he himself felt very strange, why he had such a mysterious confidence.

At this time, Roger whispered: "Grandpa, should we stand up and help the holy monk?"

"Just you?"

The old man glared at him, "It's just a hindrance!"

"how could be?"

Roger refused to accept, "Even if I can only block the attack of the Sea Dragon King for the holy monk, it would be an honor to die!"

Seeing the stubbornness on Roger's face, the old man was furious, "You—"

Not finished.

Suddenly.

"Ow!"

The sound of dragon chant shook the sky.

A thousand-foot-long blue dragon suddenly soared into the sky, with its teeth and claws stretched out, hovering in the void.

With fierce eyes, dragon's breath, and huge golden pupils, he stared fiercely at Bodhidharma, and shouted violently, "Monk, let go of me!"

no doubt.

The green dragon who spoke was obviously Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea.

"Father, kill this bald donkey!"

Ao Moang seemed to have completely forgotten that he was still in Bodhidharma's palm.

Just like fish on a chopping board, let Bodhidharma slaughter it.

As soon as he saw Ao Shun, he forgot all about it, with a look of hatred in his eyes, he shouted loudly.

Bodhidharma clenched his fist lightly and said with a smile, "Prince Moang, are you looking for your own death?"

I just felt my body tense, as if all the bones in my body were about to break.

Only then did Ao Moang suddenly realize that he hadn't pulled out Bodhidharma's clutches, and he was startled, sweating profusely in his heart.

"This this……"

Ao Moang hurriedly said, "Holy Monk, listen to the prince's explanation..."

This remark has just been said.

Suddenly I changed my mind again.

All the dragons from all over the world have gathered, and the special envoy of the World Honored One of Lingshan, Venerable Kasyapa, is sitting in command.

No matter how powerful Bodhidharma's cultivation base is, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

There are many people on our side, so why worry too much!
Under such circumstances, Ao Moang expected that Bodhidharma would not dare to do anything to him easily, so he immediately collected himself.

Immediately, the topic changed, regained a little bit of confidence, and shouted in a deep voice: "Monk, you release this prince quickly, otherwise, my Dragon Clan of the Four Seas will definitely tear you to pieces!"

"You are Yurou, I am Daozu, if I want to chop you, I will chop you up. I have never heard that Yurou dares to threaten Daozu!"

Dharma smiled slightly.

Obviously, Ao Moang's intimidation did not frighten him at all.

talking.

Bodhidharma held the loach's tail and shook it a few times above the bronze tripod.

It seemed that Ao Moang was really going to be thrown away.

"Ahhh-"

Ao Moang yelled in fright, "Holy Monk, Holy Monk, I have something to discuss..."

at this time.

Hearing this, Ao Shun's face was full of anger, and he shouted angrily: "Monk, let me go quickly, if my son hurts half a dragon scale, this king and the entire Beihai tribe will swear to you!"

After all, the Dragon King of Beihai has only one son.

In the future, Ao Moang will be required to inherit the position of the Dragon King of the North Sea, so Ao Moang must not be allowed to have an accident.

"is it?"

Bodhidharma chuckled, "I'd like to see how capable you are, Dragon King of the North Sea, to say such arrogant words!"

talking.

His hand suddenly loosened.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I saw that the loach transformed by Ao Moang fell straight into the bronze cauldron filled with red soup.

"do not want!"

Ao Moang's shrill and desperate screams immediately resounded over the ocean.

(End of this chapter)