What is the most painful thing for the peanut gallery?

That would be when the gossip hits home.

And what is even more painful?

Sharing that unprecedented and unavoidable gossip with the protagonist of said gossip.

I am not the melon.

I am the raccoon dog in the melon patch.

The pitchforks of Runtus are everywhere.

The water ghost stiffly opened the door, using a clumsy but justified manner to put away his phone. Actually, he wanted to casually toss the phone backward into the cup of soda, physically deleting the browsing history on this newly bought phone.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

After all, he was short on cash.

That was freshly poured soda; soaking the phone would ruin the flavor.

Needless to say, after the girl stiffly received a cup of soda, the water ghost pulled Zhang Hao behind the door and whispered, "What, what's going on?" Zhang Hao took a breath and explained the girl's situation in general terms.

"Not from this era."

"And, amnesiac?"

"Yes."

Zhang Hao nodded and whispered, "She's been interfered with by something mixed with divine power. This divinity acts on her soul. She has lost most of her memories, retaining only basic common sense and life experiences. After the memory loss, it's like the instinctive tendencies are reflected in her flesh."

"In other words, the memories are gone, but the shaped personality and experience are retained."

"I can't imagine who did this. Such subtle control over divine power is terrifyingly powerful."

"Knowing the great by observing the small, truly frightening."

"Could it be interference from some kind of formation?"

"Possibly."

The water ghost couldn't imagine such an absurd thing even after racking his brains, but after looking at the people in the house, he suddenly felt that the girl's matter didn't seem so unacceptable after all. After all, you can see the mountain gods of Kunlun watching Western court dramas together, and a painter ghost playing tarot cards with Xiaoqing.

Next to them were opened bags of potato chips and cola chilled to the best temperature for drinking.

Everything seemed normal.

The water ghost's powerful self-acceptance came into play.

When he returned, the girl had just introduced herself and was chatting with the others, and the atmosphere was very good, or rather, absurdly good. The girl in white palace attire, with luxurious gold, dignified black, and solemn red threads embroidered into patterns, smiled gently:

"Me? Although I've forgotten a lot, I should be surnamed Chen..."

"My older brother isn't very nice to me, but I have a distant cousin."

"As for the name? Mine?"

"Probably... Zhao?"

The water ghost's mind blanked and he asked, "Which Zhao is it?"

The girl smiled gently:

"Of course, it's just Zhao like a candle, illuminating a small house."

"What else could it be?"

........................

Wei Yuan came to the place where he had lost his sword back then.

That river, of course, had been there for more than a thousand years. Although it was an era of rapid change for the human world, it was far from the bottom of the barrel for nature. The river was still there.

If you had to say something.

It's probably a bit stinkier.

Wei Yuan pinched his nose, looking at the river that seemed no different from back then.

How can this river be described...

If that kid Shi Pantuo fell into a river like this now.

Wei Yuan would never jump in to fish him out.

At most, he would take out the fishing rod that the water ghost used to catch him and pull him up, then throw him into that bucket to wash him several times. Since they left North India, the development of religion has become increasingly outrageous for over a thousand years, leading to all sorts of things in the river.

After all, a country that studies the presence of gold elements in cow dung in a scientific research institute.

Wei Yuan had never seen it before.

Now, with the gradual revival of the world's pantheons and the return of the extraordinary, the sacrifices here are becoming more frequent and grand. Of course, along with it, there are more and more things in the river. Wei Yuan pinched a spell and used the wind to circle around, dispelling the strange smell.

Then, looking at the river, he waved his sleeve and said, "Come out!"

Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Transformations - Driving Gods!

Just a river god, Wei Yuan's current strength might not be able to drive him.

After all, a foreign country definitely won't recognize your Divine Land's laws.

But calling him out is no problem.

Sure enough, in just a moment, with the river shaking and waves surging, a figure appeared, and then a rich and powerful divinity emanated out. The surrounding mortals were naturally dispersed by the illusion that opened up, ignoring the changes here.

Wei Yuan instantly recognized the source of power here.

It is the illusion system.

Vishnu, the Triad God representing justice and balance, is good at this system of magical powers.

The tall river god with an indigo face, a third eye-like pattern between his eyebrows, four arms, stepping on a lotus flower, and holding a golden hammer, was surrounded by surging waves. He saw the black-haired youth in black clothes with his hands in his pockets and seemed to find him a little familiar, and said, "Mortal, who are you?"

"Daring to disturb the gods without offering sacrifices!"

"Mortal, you will be turned into an evil ghost in reincarnation and suffer punishment!!"

The voice was vast, as if coming from all directions.

With natural grace and majesty.

As if to make people surrender instantly.

Making people have the urge to kneel down.

Of course, such things manifested in the so-called gods are completely meaningless to Wei Yuan. No matter what kind of personality he shows on the outside, his essence is that of a human who has experienced countless reincarnations in the human world. He has seen too much.

Such a voice is far inferior to the roar of the Overlord, nor does it have the magnificence of the Qin Dynasty's rise, nor the vastness of the death of the heavens, and it is even less than the monk's soft words that from now on, I am Mahayana.

Even Wang Xuan's long howl is more heart-shaking than this.

Wei Yuan lazily returned a salute and said, "Was it you who took my sword back then?"

"Today I have come, please return it to me."

Confucius said that although they are barbarians, they cannot be abandoned.

Of course, this sentence is not used in this situation, but the general meaning is in place. Wei Yuan has always learned things from Confucius in this way. Zilu is a headstrong bull, and Yuan is a wild horse that can throw Confucius off his back. Only Yan Hui can give the old man peace of mind.

"Sword?"

"You are..."

The river god was stunned, and then his eyes widened little by little, as if he remembered the wandering swordsman who had been surging back then and unable to take out the sword because of protecting the scriptures, and slowly recalled it. At the same time, the handsome monk laughing loudly also appeared in his mind.

"Yes, it's you?!"

The four-armed, heavenly-eyed Indus River God suddenly looked around, like a frightened bird, and shouted in horror:

"Is that damned barbarian monk here again?!!!!"

"No, it's not..."

"That, that Great Tang monk?!"

"A-Also, not right... This, that, that..."

In the end, the solemn-looking river god took a few steps back, put all four arms together, unable to hide his fear, but still respectfully said, "I mean, could it be that the Eastern Saint of India from the Eastern Land of Divine Land, the Mahadeva Mahayana Heavenly Venerable, has come here?!"

"Where, where is He?!"

The river god's face was pale, it was difficult for such an expression to appear on that blue face.

The term "vehicle" actually refers to the wheels, the carriage. Mahayana Buddhism is the great wheel that can save all living beings, and Hinayana Buddhism is the small carriage that only cultivates oneself and liberates oneself from worries. It is difficult to say which is superior to the other. No one says that the grand wish to save all living beings must be stronger than the self-exploration of the human heart.

At least it doesn't exist in its birthplace, India.

Therefore, Mahayana and Hinayana once had a long time of debating and competing with each other.

Mahayana Buddhism only surpassed Hinayana as the mainstream of Buddhism in the first century BC.

And why is it the default in Divine Land?

Because an old fellow who was ridiculed personally engraved the order of self-cultivation, family management, national governance, and world peace directly into the blood of the citizens of Divine Land, so things that are difficult to take root and sprout in other places are natural conclusions in Divine Land, the so-called feelings of family and country.

It is ideological imprinting.

It is an almost instinctive choice.

And after counting the history of Buddhism, reading through the three-storehouse of Buddhist scriptures, and being honored as the Mahayana Heaven by Mahayana Buddhism, and as the Liberation Heaven by Hinayana Buddhism, the one who is recognized as the pinnacle grandmaster saint by the two rivaling sects is only that person.

Wei Yuan said, "It's not Him, it's him."

"He didn't come."

The horror on the river god's face subsided: "Then, where is he?"

"He's dead."

The Great Tang's wandering swordsman whispered, "More than a thousand years ago."

"Died in the human world."

"Hidden in Chang'an."

"The imperial wind passing over Longshou Plain will forever protect the sleeping high monk."

The river god's expression was stagnant, and then slowly returned to its original indigo color.

"Dead, dead...?"

"Yes, yes, after all, he is a human, after all, he is a human, hahahahaha!"

"I almost thought he was a great god!"

The river god laughed loudly, as if to lift the huge stone that was pressing on his heart in one breath. He laughed boundlessly and arrogantly, laughing wantonly. And with his wild laughter, the entire Ganges tributary surged up, and statues of hideous water gods appeared.

But seeing their terrifying appearances, indigo faces, or red lines on their faces, or wide eyes, or beast faces, or flames spewing from their mouths, stepping on wheels of fire, each exuded the power of the pantheon unique to this land.

"That is the incarnation of the great god Vishnu, the sword of the great Rama!"

The river god laughed loudly: "What qualifications do you, a mere mortal, have to control it?!"

"The hatred of the past, if it weren't for that monk... that Mahadeva Mahayana Heavenly Venerable, how could I have let you live until now?! Today, I, the god who controls the power of the great mother Ganges, will personally kill you and avenge my hatred! The great Agni bestows wisdom upon me!"

"Shiva bestows upon me unparalleled destructive power!"

"The great god Vishnu bestows upon me the right to exercise just revenge!"

He chanted piously.

The gods lined up.

Wei Yuan's eyes were peaceful as he watched this magnificent existence.

A faint sword aura flowed around him.

When he left North India, it was the first period of his swordsmanship. At that time, he was at the level of a mortal swordsman, traveling freely, and few among the heroes of mortals could match him. However, in the legends of the Great Tang, such as the military god Li Jing and the Red Beard, their swordsmanship must be no less powerful than his.

After that, he entered and left the world, and finally reached his peak after leaving Chang'an.

Compared to himself when he left India, he was already a different person.

It is also possible to test the sword before fighting Vishnu.

Wei Yuan subconsciously directly determined that the enemy was one of the Triad Gods.

After all, Rama.

Those who understand will understand.

His five fingers slowly stretched out, one side was a vast water army, and the other was a calm-faced swordsman. Just as the two sides were about to fight, suddenly a stream of light slammed down from the sky and hit the water heavily. Almost after its appearance, the rumbling, thunderous sound of breaking through the air suddenly exploded.

A white-haired youth wearing a loose coat and headphones around his neck descended from the sky.

Stepping directly on the four-armed solemn river god.

The latter wanted to dodge, but couldn't.

He was stepped on his back by the youth.

Wei Yuan, who was in the state of Clear Sword Mind, even heard a crisp cracking sound, saw the great god being stepped on into a folding posture, with a blank expression on his face, which was a very suitable expression to say "What the hell?", and then was stepped on directly, gurgling and sinking into the river.

And the youth stepped on the water, with white hair and golden eyes, and residual crimson baleful energy at the corners of his eyes turned into divine patterns.

"Wei Yuan!!!!"

He roared!

The surrounding gods shouted in horror, "Who are you, you..."

"Shut up!"

Wu Zhiqi punched out.

Directly hitting the god's face.

The extremely violent force directly slapped the god's face. Wei Yuan's eyesight clearly saw the water-like trembling on the god's face, saw the more than twenty fangs flying out, saw the anger on the face being directly turned into bewilderment, and saw the azure face turning into a fish head in a daze.

The entire Heng River tributary suddenly sank.

The pure force carried by the wind swept around, causing the surrounding water soldiers and water generals to be swept into the core by the wind pressure, and together they were thrown out hundreds of meters in a parabola, slamming into the water, causing a large ball of water to explode, and then rolled over, like being used as a stone to skip on the water surface several times before heavily hitting a statue.

Strands of overbearing aura rose up.

It was not an active display.

But as natural as breathing.

At the moment when Wu Zhiqi appeared.

Directly frantically overbearing, unreasonable, plundering all the divine power here!

Power, invasion.

This place is the Heng River water area, outsiders, retreat.

Deny.

This place is the Huai River water system.

Absolutely not, this place is the Heng River...

Deny, this place is the Huai River!

This place is the Huai River!

Because the Huai River Calamity Lord is here.

Therefore, this place can only be the Huai River water system.

It can only be the Huai River!

Power, invasion!

Complete!

Divine Era - Huai River Calamity Lord · Power Unleashed.

The pure divine power of the Divine Era was extracted. Wu Zhiqi slightly closed his five fingers, and all the impurities added in later generations were stripped away and left at the bottom of the water. Only the divine power that was initially born was condensed into a water-blue long rod. His white hair fluttered slightly, his golden eyes were unruly, and the water rod in his palm rotated once, stirring up violent wind and thunder, and then pointed directly at Wei Yuan.

He roared: "You bastard!"

"Standing me up?!"

Wei Yuan: "............"

"Damn it?!"

His eyes widened, looking at this white-haired youth who was taller than him, and his mouth twitched:

"Monkey?!"

The water god next door: "............"

ps: Today's second update... four thousand two hundred words.

Holding tea, don't worry, I just suddenly remembered that there are full six hundred chapters of the main text in the previous chapter, or 607 chapters including the leave note, so I took a look at the old book, so I had some emotions, this book is not at that time yet, don't worry (cat head thumbs up)