The Lord of the River of Forgetfulness, Catfish Toad, finally remembered the terror of being dominated. It nodded frantically to show that it understood and would never run again.
The Hemp Rope in Ouyang's hand turned into a collar and slipped straight around Catfish Toad's neck. As the collar shrank, Catfish Toad kept shrinking too.
Only when it had shrunk to the size of a knee-high pet dog did Ouyang plant a foot on its back and direct it toward the shore.
Looking at the hazy gray death qi on the shore, Ouyang frowned slightly and gave the Hemp Rope in his hand a little tug.
Catfish Toad obligingly opened its mouth, and the death qi filling the air was sucked into its belly in an instant.
The death qi dispersed, leaving nothing but gray desolation. Only Hui Zhi remained standing where he was, wreathed in Buddha Light, shining like a light bulb of several thousand watts.
"Senior Brother!" Hui Zhi raised his head and called out to Ouyang, somewhat excited.
"? Senior Brother? What's this big monk imagining now?" Ouyang looked strangely at the excited Hui Zhi, frowned, and said, "You and I don't belong to the same sect. There's no need to address each other as fellow disciples!"
A trace of disappointment appeared on Hui Zhi's face, but he immediately said, "You are mistaken, Senior Brother. You are an esteemed disciple of the Daoist Sect, while I am a disciple of Buddhism. Though we do not belong to the same sect, we both cultivate the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and share the same roots and origin. There is nothing wrong with me calling you Senior Brother!"
I don't want him attaching himself to me, yet he insists on sticking himself on?
Ouyang could not be bothered