981: Chapter 280 Amitabha Buddha 981: Chapter 280 Amitabha Buddha Fenbao Rock, at the bottom of the pool.
Qing flashed down, his chubby little hands tightly grasping the Turtle Shell Skirt Saw; his master moved so fast he almost got thrown off.
Qing landed in the Water Mansion, and the Star Xuan vanished.
In the moment of its vanishing, one could still see the Wild Monk’s frantic frustration outside.
The Toad pursed its mouth in dissatisfaction and hopped off Su He’s Shell.
How come the turtle grows more cowardly as it progresses?
Before the Life Force burst forth, it dared to ambush the Wild Monk, but now, after progressing, even more powerful, it dares not do anything?
Qing bent a claw and flicked the Toad away.
That’s not how to fight!
Outside, not but tens of thousands of miles from the entrance to Guiwang Mountain, such close distance would surely draw attention if a battle ensued.
He and that Wild Monk were different.
The Wild Monk, having his Buddhist Guard Ghost’s relics taken by Qing, couldn’t possibly enter Guiwang Mountain again, but Qing was different!
He did not want to attract the attention of Guiwang Mountain.
Moreover, outside, the Monk could fight without restrictions, and his attacks would surely cause great waves.
Such a battle would not even require the Monk’s involvement; the treasures of the Dragon Turtle Tribe would deplete his True Yuan first.
To deal with the Monk, he should join forces with Ji Feixue, with Qing on defense and Princess Snow on offense, a sudden whirlwind, swiftly overwhelming their foe.
“Forget the Monk!
Go for the treasure first!” Qing conveyed to the Toad at the bottom of his heart; he had never seen the Monk in later generations, who must have died early in the river of time.
He left the Big Livestock Divination behind, split the water with four claws and swam upward, into the pool, collecting the silt, following the river channel into Fenbao Rock.
The Tao Rhythm of the Big Livestock Divination had already been fully absorbed.
Perhaps due to the nature of the Hexagram, the Big Livestock Divination had accumulated extensively and within half a month, the small Big Livestock Divination inside his Inner World had already condensed.
This was the fastest of the many Hexagrams Qing had encountered!
The outside world of Wang Mountain had already quietened down, but Qing did not rush to show himself, remaining in an Invisibility state, searching for a cave to quietly steal a Bamboo Bee Puppet.
Only after seeing the dice land, he breathed a sigh of relief, put back the Bamboo Bee, and started searching Fenbao Rock.
With the dice present, it seemed that the disciples of Guiwang Mountain summoned by Ji Feixue had not taken notice of this place.
He bypassed the treasures that the Toad had already inspected in the Bronze Basin, and proceeded directly forward.
After searching for a long time, he found nothing.
Although he had amassed quite a few treasures, none were useful; Qing had not sensed any that could resist the Black Sun in the Great Sun Tomb.
The kind of pervasive, annihilating power that originated from the source was still vivid in Qing’s memory!
In his search, not only did he fail to find a power to counteract it, he couldn’t even find the Bronze Bell that got blown away that day.
That was Ji Feixue’s belonging, and Qing did not want to lose it.
Continuing downward, the Toad hopped along searching, even the playful Bronze Basin joining in, knocking against the rock walls with a ding-a-ling, even sneakily stuffing things inside itself.
The basin still held half a basin of water that swayed but never spilled.
The Bronze Basin was amazed to see the treasures that were stuffed into it suddenly Double Replicated or, even if they didn’t replicate, their Quality abruptly improved, radiating an extremely familiar aura.
As if they were from the same mother!
Being Qing’s Magical Treasure, whatever it snatched naturally belonged to Qing, just like the Toad, undeniably.
The Bronze Basin’s gaze towards Qing grew more peculiar.
Scuttling along, the Toad sat in the basin smoking its pipe, commanding left and right.
“Third slot on the left, there’s an unsecured cave there.”
The Bronze Basin turned and went on its way.
“You idiot, to the left!
LEFT!
Can’t you tell left from right, or front from back?!” the Toad’s pipe clanged against the Bronze Basin.
This instantly enraged the Bronze Basin, which hopped up, tossed the Toad out, and roared at it with its mouth: “I’m round!
Round!
There’s no left, right, front, or back?!”
It doesn’t even have a face, so what’s with left and right?
Could its arms and legs grow from any angle, huh?!
The Toad paused, suddenly feeling sympathetic, and bowed its head, “Sorry, my condolences!”
Bronze Basin: “…”
It had been born in the Water Mansion and had only sneaked outside a few times with the previous Sect Leader; it had never left otherwise and was not experienced, but it was not dumb.
My condolences weren’t meant to be used here, were they?
It huffed and, not stooping to the Toad’s level, trotted forward again, but after only a few yards, it vanished in a swoosh.
“Turtle Kid!” the Toad called out, and Qing glanced over to see the Bronze Basin suddenly reappear from the void, calling out and running with a clear ringing sound, as if fleeing, jumping onto Qing’s Shell, wailing and pointing ahead.
Toad and Qing exchanged a glance and leaped forward together.
Qing did not stop it; this was the correct use of a Soul Beast.
In exploring secret lands, Soul Beasts feared not getting trapped, for if trapped, they would simply return to their master’s Intention Orifice.
Almost nowhere could confine a Soul Beast.
A regular Soul Beast could live eighteen lifetimes without encountering such a place!
The Toad had been lucky, first trapped in the White Spirit Small World for thousands of years, then blocked by the Seven Absolute Secret Realm, and earlier halted by the Great Tomb.
Scenarios a common Soul Beast might never encounter in several generations had almost become the norm for it.
But if the Bronze Basin could escape from this place, it was even less of a concern for the Toad.
The Toad leaped and vanished, and after a moment, its voice came from the depths of Qing’s heart: “Turtle Kid, come!”
Qing leaped forth.
Passing through an invisible Array, they found themselves in a cave.
The Toad stood atop a Buddhist Guard Ghost that struggled but couldn’t escape.
The Toad, now progressed along with Qing, possessed significant Combat power!
It had already brandished its pipe pot and seared several scars onto the Ghost General’s head.
The Bronze Basin peeked at the Ghost General, which had just chased it away, nearly smashed by a mourning stick!