Whoosh.
Fish and shrimp scattered.
Fat Catfish drew its fins together, swayed its tail, and carefully threaded through the underground river. Sky light appeared at the edge of its vision. Its body gradually shrank, and by the time it surfaced, it had become a black, plump big-headed fish.
The pondside was lush and green. Little Mirage Dragon danced through the air while Chief Engineer Beaver dismantled the assembled Ship Model, sorted and packed the pieces, then tossed them into the pond.
Beneath the Ship Model's Dragon Bone.
A rather handsome yet wholly unfamiliar young monk shifted his footsteps. He held an alms bowl in one hand and a brush in the other, dipping it into the golden liquid clinging to the bowl's inner wall and carefully inscribing the ground. The writing was as dense as mosquitoes, and he chanted as he wrote, speaking with great solemnity.
Fat Catfish's whiskers scratched at its head as its mind turned.
Its fish eyes lit up.
The Old Monk had become young? The handsome monk noticed Fat Catfish, set down his brush atop the black bowl, and pressed his palms together in greeting.
Fat Catfish copied him, folding its fins together.
"Haha, why be so polite? Here, this is my right-hand man, Fat Catfish. Everyone at home calls it A Fei." Liang Qu patted Huai Kong's shoulder and introduced them. "A Fei, this is Buddhist Son Huai Kong of the True Lineage, from the same Mountain Gate as the master."
So he was just a little monk.
Fat Catfish patted its chest. "Ferocious Fang General! Right-hand man!"
"Benefactor Ferocious."
They got acquainted.
Huai Kong measured Fat Catfish's body shape with his gaze, made a few alterations to the formation he had prepared, then lifted the iron bowl and continued setting it up. Long E