The black silk thread of the golden fur ball that was originally tightly tied and hanging in the air fell off in half, and was stabbed neatly into Cai Gen's huge body.
Why are you doing it yourself now? Cai Gen was very puzzled and looked around.
It turns out that all the puppets controlled by Maomao have been uninstalled by Cai Gen, and it is impossible not to do it himself.
Why is Cai Gen still thinking about analyzing this when facing an attack?
Because, those tens of thousands of black silk threads are stabbing you head-on. You will definitely not be able to avoid them, so just hold on tight.
Cai Gen's body was surrounded by black silk thread, but it did not penetrate his body. It was just wrapped up. It did not cause any harm to Cai Gen, but only restricted his freedom of movement.
Cai Gen's attention was not on himself, but on the golden sphere exposed due to the reduction of black silk threads.
It turned out to be a sitting monk, with golden light shining all over his body. Against the background of a few black silk threads, he looked very sacred.
Did this Maomao catch a monk? Is this also his toy? It seems to have a golden body?
Golden body? Golden body Arhat? Is this the Arhat crossing the river in Langlipu?
If the Arhat is greater than the heavens, that is, more powerful than the Bodhi tree and the God of Solid Earth, then what kind of monster is this Maomao?
While thinking about it, Maomao had already tied up Cai Gen evenly, like it was divided in the middle. Half of the black silk thread took care of Cai Gen, and the other half of the black silk thread took care of the golden Arhat.
As the black threads on his body were reduced, the golden Arhat actually opened his eyes.
"Donor, are you still sane? Donor?"
It's not a corpse, is it just trapped by Maomao?
Cai Gen shouted in cooperation,
"Report to Arhat, I am sane."
Hearing Cai Gen's answer, the golden Arhat was very happy and immediately spoke faster,
"Looking at the way the donor is dressed, could it be that he is also from my Buddhist sect? Is he a vassal monk?"
Okay, they are indeed the same person, the ideas are the same, Cai Gen continues to cooperate,
"Reporting to Arhat, the young monk Tianzhu is here."
It turned out that they were in a group, and the Arhat who crossed the river felt happy. At this time, he also saw Langli Pao, who was controlled by Maomao, with contempt in his eyes.
"This piece of trash can actually get here? It's really miserable to be left with only one head."
After a change of thought, he no longer looked at the head that was equivalent to his own, and said to Cai Gen pleasantly,
"Senior Monk, this monster's mind is obsessed with negative emotions and is not very clear. This is our opportunity.
You must be a person of advanced cultivation to be here, so hurry up and blow up your soul to help me get out of trouble."
How are these human words? The first sentence says it’s our chance, and the next sentence says it’s for me to blow my soul. So what does that have to do with me?
Cai Gen was pretending to be stupid,
"I obey, Arhat, but why don't you blow up your soul?"
The Arhat who crossed the river was happy when he heard that he obeyed the order, but the next question he asked was a bit unnatural,
"I am the Arhat crossing the river, and I have come with this great mission of the Buddha.
My life or death is not important, but it will be a big deal if it delays the Buddha's plan.
Monks are dedicated to serving all sentient beings, sacrificing their egos to fulfill the greater self, so eminent monk, just blow yourself up."
It makes sense. Cai Gen couldn't help but nod his head in agreement and raised questions at the same time.
"Arhat is right, the poor monk does deserve to die, so since you have undertaken such a big mission,
Why did you come to this dangerous place to seek death? Don’t you take the Great Commission to heart?”
This monk is so good. The Arhat who crossed the river forcibly controlled his mentality and explained patiently.
"I came to this dangerous place just to complete my mission better and improve my cultivation.
Having been trapped by this monster for a thousand years, I don't know how the Buddha's plan will progress.
I am anxious every day, hurry up, hurry up, eminent monk, just blow yourself up."
As for the impatience of Arhats crossing the river, Cai Gen is not anxious at all. Now we have entered a critical moment and we need to work harder.
"Arhat is right, but I don't know, what is Buddha's big plan? I have to know what I am sacrificing for, right?"
Seeing Cai Gen's sincerity, Arhat Crossing the River subconsciously said,
"Buddha's plan is, well, I won't tell you the specifics. Anyway, it is for the sake of all sentient beings that you will die a worthy death."
This old guy has such a stern mouth that he probably won't be able to say anything. Cai Gen is even more pious.
"Arhat is right, but for the sake of good things for all sentient beings, I think I can do it,
If you have any last wishes, please tell me. I will help you complete the cause of Buddha. Just blow yourself up.
When I escape, I will carry forward your great deeds and praise them throughout the ages."
Oops, I've met my opponent. I haven't lost yet on Arhat Crossing the River to fool people, so I'm a little anxious.
"I can't die. I am an Arhat crossing the river. I have a great mission. Can you be like me?"
When Cai Gen saw that the other party was anxious and his rhythm was messed up, he felt very happy.
"Buddha said that all living beings are equal. Are you a hairy Arhat? Do you have hair? Aren't you also bald?"
This is a quarrel. Arhat crossing the river does not think that any monk has the qualifications to argue with him.
The hierarchy in the west is very strict, and there are many rules about superiority and inferiority. What is the origin of this monk? After getting angry, he just started to tear him apart.
"Aren't you also bald? Do you have hair?"
Cai Gen tried his best to lift his chin, exposing his beard.
"I have hair, I have a beard, you have hair?"
Suddenly, the Arhat who crossed the river understood that this was a fake monk and definitely not a real monk.
"You are bluffing. You are not a monk at all. A monk is definitely not as glib and unobtrusive as you."
This was a bit shameless to say. Cai Gen felt that he had already won.
"Master Arhat, your mouth is more oily than mine. Are you also lying?"
The Arhat who crossed the river is probably in the west. In all these years, even in the human world, he has never been reviled like this.
A mouthful of blood was spat at Cai Gen, and golden light flashed, turning out to be golden blood.
"You're so mad at me, you, you were waiting for me to come out. I'm going to glare like a king."
Cai Gen tried his best to avoid the golden light and continued to work harder,
"You are called an Arhat and a village woman. I'm sorry, what I said is a bit inaccurate.
Everyone started spitting, you must be at the level of a shrew."
Is that saliva? Is your saliva golden? Can you spit it out and see? Arhat crossing the river closed his eyes and became angry.
Cai Gen felt the restraints on his body. He didn't know when it started, but it had become much looser. It didn't seem to be to restrict Cai Gen's freedom, but rather like a gentle touch.
What was going on? Cai Gen tried to break free, but these black threads did not restrict his movements and broke away on his own initiative.
Feeling that Cai Gen had regained his freedom, Monk Dujiang suddenly opened his newly closed eyes.
"What do you mean? Why should I loosen it for him? Why not also loosen it for me? It's not fair."
Langlipu was controlled by the black silk thread to reach the height of Arhat crossing the river, and made a gesture of spitting on his face. However, since it was a mummy, there was no saliva.
"Bah, shameless, how can you be the same as my master? Why is Maomao so unwilling to listen to you?"