Cai Gen walked for a long time in the light rain that did not touch him. Finally, something changed, and the light rain turned into moderate rain.
It was like there was a transparent glass cover around Cai Gen's body, and all the rain and fog that tried to get close to him disappeared.
The walk was really boring, so Cai Gen decided to stop and take a rest. It was not because he was physically exhausted, but mainly because he was under too much psychological pressure.
Xiaosun and the others didn't know where they were, and the pool was far away. The most important thing was that they still had a head in their hands to navigate.
All these things are enough to make Cai Gen upset.
Cai Gen lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The smoke he exhaled did not merge with the fog outside, but flew away like a bubble.
"Master Cai, your tobacco leaves are good and fragrant."
Langli spat is just making excuses. Can people in the Tang Dynasty understand the current cigarette technology and flavor blending?
Absolutely not possible.
"Is your emperor a male or a female?"
Langlihu was very uncomfortable with Cai Gen's casual statement, but there were no outsiders here, so he answered unscrupulously,
"The saint is a woman, doesn't Cai Daxia know? Judging from your clothes, you are not from the Tang Dynasty, right?
Look at your hair ornaments again, monk? You haven’t been ordained, are you a monk from a foreign domain?”
Cai Gen looked down at his stained mink coat. It was better not to explain this, otherwise he would waste a lot of saliva, smoking silently, neither denying nor admitting.
Seeing that Cai Gen did not deny it, Langli looked at the door and quickly asked for help.
"If you are a monk from a foreign domain, do you know Lingzi Mother? I know her."
Lingzi mother? Isn’t that from the Zhutianhui? One of the twenty-four heavens? How can a person in the world know the Zhutianhui?
Let me go, did the All-Heaven Society exist in the Tang Dynasty? This speculation shocked Cai Gen, and he said,
"We know each other, what's wrong?"
Seeing that Cai Gen actually knew the mother of Ling Zi, Lang Li spat and became excited.
"Are you a member of the All-Heaven Society?"
From what he said, he would have a great connection with the heavens. Cai Gen continued to say,
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Although his expression was invisible, Langlipu showed great confidence in his tone and content.
"If you didn't tell me earlier, you bastard, why don't you hurry back and pick up my body? There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, and there are no rules."
Cai Gen was very obedient. He put his head on the ground and sat down on it to express his attitude.
Langlixi regretted it very much. He should have talked about the source of his confidence first before reprimanding him. Sitting on the ground, it was difficult to open his jaw and he struggled to squeeze out a few words.
"I fell down and shouted for soup."
Luohan soup? What kind of cuisine? Cai Gen didn't understand. He raised his butt and turned his head in one direction so that he could open his mouth to speak.
"I am from the Luohan Hall. Your little heavenly association is just a protector of the law. If you act rashly, you will be punished if you commit the following offenses."
Arhat Hall, I just heard this. Could it be that Arhat Hall is the superior unit of the All Heavens Association?
It must be, otherwise this guy wouldn't be so arrogant.
Did Luohan Hall exist more than a thousand years ago?
Also, these gods and Buddhas came down not just a year or two ago, but maybe thousands of years ago. This can be regarded as a relatively early group of people.
"Boy, why don't you get up when you see Mr. Arhat? I'll spare your life."
Cai Gen got up, but there was no reply. The hostile forces had been determined, so there was nothing more to say. However, according to the state of the All Heavens Association, there would usually be a great god attached to his body.
For example, the Bodhi Tree God in Zhao Daniu's body, the Firm Earth God in Lin Wo's body, then who is the one in Langlipu's body?
He is definitely not here now, otherwise with his strength, he wouldn't have thrown his body here FǔBài.
Looking at the direction he was heading, Cai Gen kicked his head and rolled forward.
When the flame in his eyes is weak, he adds another kick. Practice has proved that the effect of using hands and feet is the same.
If the mistake cannot be discovered at this time, then Langlipu is a fool. He probably made a mistake in judgment and was deceived by this kid.
"No, you are not a member of the heavens. Among the twenty-four heavens, there are people with fire on their bodies, but there are no colorless ones. Are you lying to me? You"
After greeting Langli spitting cordially with the back of his shoe, Cai Gen said boredly,
"You are the one who is driven by the waves, not the one who spits in the waves. Is it no wonder that you brought the Arhat across the river and couldn't protect yourself?"
Langlipu regretted it very much. Why did he misjudge the situation? Why did he take it for granted?
When people encounter difficulties, some people will take chances and think that things will develop in a direction that is beneficial to them. Even if there is a slight possibility, it will be infinitely magnified in their hearts.
The actual situation is that because Cai Gen may be a monk from a foreign vassal, he may know Ling Zimu, and he may even be from the All Heavens Association, so he made the judgment that was most beneficial to him, and then failed.
"Master Cai, I was wrong. I am not from Luohan Hall. Part of my brain is dry and it doesn't work well. Please don't kick me."
Cai Gen liked to play basketball when he was in school, but he was not very flexible in the kick. He took this opportunity to practice kicking his mouth every time. After practice, he is still very talented.
In this way, Cai Gen kicked, walked a few steps, kicked again, and walked a few more steps, adding a lot of fun to this boring, who-knows-how-long journey.
The moderate rain turned into heavy rain. The vacuum zone around Cai Gen seemed to be smaller, but it was still strong. He kicked Langlipu out of his protected area several times. As soon as the head touched the rainwater formed by the spiritual energy, it immediately turned off.
become unconscious.
Only by being kicked by Cai Gen again can he regain his sanity, which makes Cai Gen very addicted.
"Master Cai, Master Cai, please, you can kick, but don't kick like that"
"Can't you kick it so far? It's very unsafe to live like this."
"A sense of security. After all, I am also a famous person. You are so disrespectful."
"Master, Master Cai, I promise you whatever you say. Stop kicking me. Please."
Hearing this, Cai Gen stopped and picked up the wave with his hand. As he walked, he asked,
"I ask you questions, otherwise you will be fooled. Keep your language concise and don't use ink."
Langlipu, who couldn't stand life and death for a long time, felt that what he had just experienced was definitely the most severe torture, so he quickly cooperated and said,
"good."
As expected, it was concise and without ink stains. Cai Gen was very satisfied.
"Luohan Hall, how many people are there?"
This question is a bit core. It seems that Cai Gen is definitely not with him. Langlihao is a little hesitant, but Caigen waits for just a second before turning his back, telling Langlihao not to think about anything else.
"Those who have already entered the world are among my nine Arhats."
Oh, does the book say eighteen Arhats or sixteen Arhats?
Of the nine who entered the WTO, there are still quite a few that have not been found.
No, this is the information when he came in. More than a thousand years have passed, and I don’t know how many it is now.