kvmb Chapter 386 The Green Ox, So Good at Telling Tales
Chapter 386 The Green Ox, So Good at Telling Tales
She looked at Yin Hong strangely, and instead of answering, asked him:
"It's so late, why are you still here to burn incense?"
Yin Hong knelt upright in the shadows, not in the middle, so Yang Jiao didn't see him immediately.
When we pray to gods and Buddhas, we are asking for something from ourselves and questioning our true selves.
He deliberately knelt in a secluded spot, refusing to look directly at the statue.
Yang Jiao's brows furrowed. Could it be that Yin Hong had made a decision that went against the sect's wishes, causing him to be so uneasy?
Yin Hong lowered his eyes and avoided looking at Yang Jiao.
"I will always remember your great kindness and virtue. I will never forget the oath I made back then. I pray that you will live as long as heaven and earth and have boundless blessings."
"Why are you making oaths out of the blue?"
Yang Jiao found Yin Hong increasingly strange.
Before he could say anything more, Yin Hong had already kowtowed to the ground, turned around, and refused to move again towards the statue.
She sighed softly:
I hope you make the right decisions.
Yang Jiao left with the oranges and did not return to the Divine Beast Garden.
Right outside the pass, peeling oranges.
With a gentle pinch of the fingertips, the orange peel breaks open, and a wisp of mist rises, filling the air with the fresh scent of oranges.
Yang Jiao was thinking about Yin Hong's matter while idly kneading the object.
Each time the orange peel unfurls, a thin mist appears under the moonlight.
The blue ox mooed and came closer, and Yang Jiao took the opportunity to feed it the orange peel, then broke off pieces of orange flesh and ate them herself.
The blue ox took a bite.
My mouth was full of bitterness, so I spat it out.
Yang Jiao smacked him on the head instantly. At this moment, Yang Jiao was the boss. Poor Qingniu had neither the loving Taishang Laojun nor the Xuandu Grand Master by his side, only this fierce Yang Jiao.
He swallowed the orange peel with a gulp.
By this time, the Mosquito Taoist had already gone far away.
She pinched her nose and muttered:
Mosquitoes don't like this smell.
Yes, the oil on oranges is similar to mosquito repellent. Yang Jiao snapped out of her daze and wiped her fingers clean.
Patting Niu Niu's head, he said:
"Earn your own living, peel it yourself, or swallow it whole if you can't peel it."
"What a waste of so many Nine-Turn Golden Pills, they can't even speak or transform into human form."
Qingniu had just swallowed the bitter orange peel with difficulty when he looked at the plate of oranges piled on the ground and rolled his tongue.
Chew it up.
I thought they would all be bitter, but as soon as the orange entered my mouth, the abundant juice seemed to explode, and the sweet taste permeated my lungs.
Her bright eyes widened instantly.
Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered in disbelief a few times before she buried her head and began to eat with gusto.
Yang Jiao sat on a cloud outside the pass, watching Guang Chengzi's tent brightly lit with candles.
Mosquito Taoist rested his head on Yang Jiao's knees, his eyes not reflecting the stars, but rather Yang Jiao's long, flowing hair, which she had wrapped around her hand, curling it in circles.
The mosquitoes didn't understand the complexities of human emotions; they only knew how to stay with Yang Jiao.
There were many more people who didn't sleep that night than just these few.
Yin Hong touched the Tai Chi diagram for a long time before finally rolling it into his sleeve at dawn.
Outside the tent, Yin Jiao's urgent voice could be heard. He strode over and lifted the tent flap:
"Hong'er, we just received news that Grand Master Xuandu is not currently in the Xiqi army camp. This is a golden opportunity for us!"
Yin Hong gazed at the orange-yellow sky as the sun rose.
The sound of horses' hooves was heavy.
The clash of swords, spears, and halberds produced a metallic, grinding sound.
A fierce battle ensued.
Exhausted, Guang Chengzi emerged from the tent. Listening to the roars from the other side of the mountain, he finally couldn't suppress the surging, turbulent energy within him.
My mouth tasted of fishy sweetness.
He held back from vomiting.
His eyes trembled as he swallowed it.
Then, he reached into his sleeve, which was empty.
He silently released his hand again.
"Yin Hong, whether we live or die depends on you this time."
Uncle Master, did you really not know that you stole the Tai Chi diagram?
Guang Chengzi was giving Yin Hong a chance.
The Grand Master Xuandu gave not only a Tai Chi diagram, but also a sled...
Yin Jiao led a large army in a surprise attack, and Ma Shan and others sent by Kong Xuan to assist him were also among them.
As Yin Hong watched countless mortals die at their hands, he roared:
"The rules were set before the battle: magical combat is one thing, but mortals must not be harmed! Brother, how could you attack a mortal?"
Yin Jiao used the Heaven-Turning Seal to cover thousands of Zhou soldiers below, instantly crushing them into a bloody pulp.
Amidst the blood and gore, his expression grew even more excited, and when he turned to look at Yin Hong, his bloodthirsty eyes still gleaming:
"With all these mortals dead, what will the Zhou army use to attack the city! Without soldiers, and only the disciples of the Chan Sect remaining, they have no reason to launch a campaign!"
Yin Jiao tossed and turned all night, and the plan he came up with was to kill all the mortals.
"The Zhou dynasty is finished, so who will the Chan sect support? Only by destroying the Zhou can the legacy of Cheng Tang not fall into our hands."
He exclaimed in ecstasy:
"I possess the true energy of the Purple Star, so the karmic backlash is not significant. They are just mortals, and their deaths are worthwhile if they can bring peace to the world."
Yin Hong was completely estranged from his elder brother.
He is no longer the kind older brother he was when he was a child.
Then, Yin Hong raised his head and looked at the Grand Master Xuandu, who had appeared on the horizon at some point and whose face was now grave. His heart tightened.
They met last night.
The Grand Master Xuandu personally told me how to use the Tai Chi diagram.
He knelt before the shrine all night, hoping his elder brother would come to his senses, but to his surprise, Yin Jiao became even more depraved.
The green ox sensed the presence of Grand Master Xuandu.
He also raised his head.
moo~
After a cow mooed, Yang Jiao glared at him and said noncommittally:
"What are you mooing for? I'm being nice by giving you an orange. If you moo again, I'll beat you up."
Yang Jiao refused to believe that even if the Grand Master Xuandu was highly skilled, he could speak the language of cows.
Xuan Du slowly landed on Yang Jiao's cloud, nodded and stroked the head of the green ox, and asked:
"Did you have a good time with your senior sister last night?"
Yang Jiao came over with a shameless smile and nodded, saying:
"We get along very well."
"Is that so?" Grand Master Xuandu asked mischievously, but still looked at the green ox.
Yang Jiao thought proudly, "This cow can't possibly complain that I gave it oranges yesterday, can it?"
whispering sound!
She had just scoffed when a wisp of smoke suddenly rose from where the blue ox had been.
A moment later, it transformed into a young Taoist boy dressed in green robes, with two buns on his head, fair and cute features, and a small gold ring on his delicate nose.
Before Yang Jiao could even react to the fact that the bull could actually transform, the next moment...
The young Taoist boy, looking extremely distressed, stumbled and fell into the arms of Grand Master Xuandu, tightly embracing his strong, thin waist.
He lifted his pitiful head from the embrace of Grand Master Xuandu, pointed a finger at Yang Jiao, and sobbed as he said:
"Senior brother, senior sister hit Niu Niu on the head last night."
Grand Master Xuandu turned back to look at Yang Jiao, who was gritting her teeth, and smiled wryly.
He skillfully pulled out the bamboo slips from his sleeve.
He dipped the tip of his pen in the tears on the green ox's face, moistened it, and then began to write on it.
Yang Jiao: ...
This is the first time I've seen a cow so good at tattling; my hands are itching to grab it.
The Grand Master Xuandu, his hands itching even more, wrote with fluent strokes, even faster, and said to the Green Ox:
"Okay, you can continue."
Upon hearing that his senior brother was defending him, Qingniu became even more zealous in his accusations.
"Why aren't you giving Niu Niu the elixir yet? Although oranges are quite delicious, Senior Sister is giving Niu Niu orange peels instead."
“Poor Niu Niu! Senior Sister even scolded Niu Niu for wasting so many golden pills. Niu Niu never wants to go down to the mortal realm again. Niu Niu wants to go back to the Tushita Palace.”
The Grand Master Xuandu was writing when he suddenly stopped, turned around, and gave Yang Jiao a bright smile:
"How can you treat Green Ox like this, Junior Sister? He's an ox with connections."
Yang Jiao had completely given up the will to struggle.
He shrugged and chuckled.
She tossed her hair behind her back with a flick of her fingertips, thinking it was a dashing gesture, but then her expression faltered; her lips trembled, and tears welled in her eyes.
"Tell me, how many more years will you add for me?"