He had pored through ten thousand volumes of Buddhist scriptures, yet there was not a single Golden Monkey among them.
Invoking a Buddha from within a clenched Buddha.
That alone was inconceivable, yet even more inconceivable was that this Buddha existed in none of Buddhism's three thousand canons or Hanging Temple's hundred thousand books! With no scriptures and no legends, there naturally could be no corresponding wishes of sentient beings.
Wish power was an iron awl, a stone hammer. Without a handy tool at hand, what had Liang Qu used to chisel at the stone wall? His teeth?
Everyone instinctively looked toward the beaver frolicking with the River Otter in the yard. Both families had come out of Pingyang Prefecture together.
The Great Beaver caught their gazes and raised a paw to smooth its head fur, making sure its part was a three-seven split. Then it turned and bared a pair of gleaming front teeth.
Sky light shone down.
So dazzling!
Everyone squinted.
"Right, where's the skipper?" A flash of inspiration struck Xu Zishuai after he was nearly blinded. He looked around but could not find Ta Ta Kai.
The Great Beaver and Ta Ta Kai, blood brothers from different fathers and mothers, had always been inseparable.
"It has been several days since we last saw Ta Ta Kai." The Little Mirage Dragon circled once and thought for a moment. "He should be down at Subduing Dragon Temple with our Treasure Ship, right?"
"Could he still be fighting Scarface?" Xiang ChangSong proposed a startling possibility.
"Ha ha." Xu Zishuai scoffed. "How could two River Otters fight for three whole days? Even if they had the energy..."
Creak.
The courtyard gate was pushed open.
The hall fell silent.
Crunch.
Furry feet stepped out, grinding gravel beneath them.
Aside from being covered