Chapter 363

Four Bodhisattvas from India, or in other words, senior listeners from India, were standing solemnly by the Erhai River. It was indeed a grand scene. After all, at the level of senior listeners, it could be said that "the rarer something is, the more precious it is." Unless it was a special case like Su Bai, Fatso, and the other three had been living together before, when more than three senior listeners gathered in one area, it was usually because something had happened.

For example, some realistic task had been announced on the radio, or some senior listeners had found a secret realm.

What's more, at this time, these four Bodhisattvas from India were in a foreign land. Such a scene was indeed very risky and magnificent.

"F * ck, monk, are you the reincarnation of Golden Cicada?"

Fatso joked beside him. Although the situation was very difficult at this time, Fatso was not too worried. First of all, he did not believe that the other party would really dare to kill him and Lord Zeng because they had more people, unless the four Bodhisattvas were all called "Su Bai". Secondly, although Fatso had just become a senior listener not long ago, he also knew that in China, if senior listeners were rare, big listeners were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Most of them were divided into provinces or regions.

When Su Bai went to England, Su Bai's strength was low at that time, so the big bosses in England and Western Europe naturally did not care. But now, four Indian Bodhisattvas suddenly appeared by the Erhai River in Yunnan Province in China. Fatso did not believe that there were no big bosses in China nearby who had sensed it.

It was reasonable to say that few listeners would do something hot-blooded and impulsive to defend their country, but the radio station should set such rules according to the preferences of the radio station. For example, in Japan, South Korea, China, India, and Western Europe, different cultural systems could naturally design different types and atmosphere of story worlds, which could satisfy the diverse tastes of the radio station. Therefore, the radio station naturally could not accept the radiation influence of powerful regions and gradually assimilate nearby regions. This was equivalent to turning the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast placed in front of the radio station into a large pot of white rice.

Hearing Fatso's teasing question about whether he was the reincarnation of Golden Cicada, the monk directly replied, "Canopy, long time no see."

Fatso gritted his teeth and smiled. Then, all the chess pieces in his hand spread out to form a Defense Formation.

On the other side, the female Bodhisattva's Dharma God continued to drag Lord Zeng, causing Fatso to face the siege of the three senior listeners.

Suddenly, Fatso licked his lips and felt a touch of excitement.

The four Indian Bodhisattvas obviously did not dare to stay for too long. They knew that the appearance of the other three must have attracted the attention of the big shots in China. Therefore, they could only end the battle quickly by capturing Qilü Monk and escaping as soon as possible. As long as they could leave China, no matter how angry the big shots in China were, the big shots on their side would stand up for them.

The three Bodhisattvas who appeared later, two men and one woman, appeared directly outside Fatso's Dharma Formation. Each of them had their own Dharma artifacts in their hands. Without any nonsense or much hesitation, they directly bombarded Fatso's Dharma Formation in the most primitive and violent way!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a series of bombardments, Fatso's eyes became more and more gloomy. The Dharma Formation that he had meticulously set up had actually cracked at this time. It was obvious that it could not hold for long. Fatso knew that his main task now was to buy time. However, there were not many methods he could use in the face of the fierce attacks of the three Bodhisattvas.

"Amitabha." Tyrant took a deep breath. This time, he was really going to advance. Although he did not know why the other party came all the way to capture him, he knew that the reason why they dared to come was because he was not an advanced listener.

Tyrant put his palms together. Although it was obviously impossible to achieve the Great Perfection that he had imagined, it was also the key to break through the current situation at the moment.

There was no Great Perfection in life.

Tyrant sighed. "It's Poor Monk's fault."

In an instant, the Buddha mark between Tyrant's eyebrows began to emit a golden light. His entire body and soul began to sublimate. Tyrant's original accumulation was already sufficient and he could even advance at any time. However, he had been waiting until he was perfect before advancing. That was why he had delayed it until now.

Seeing that Tyrant was already advancing, the three Bodhisattvas revealed an anxious look in their eyes. In the next moment, the three of them integrated their origin into their attacks. They were really going all out.

Lord Zeng was still "sitting and discussing" and had no time to be distracted. However, Fatso was so anxious that he wanted to curse. He had previously jokingly asked Tyrant if he was the reincarnation of Golden Cicada. That was why they wanted him so much. But now, the three Bodhisattvas had even used their origin. How could he be the reincarnation of Golden Cicada? It was more like the reincarnation of Buddha.

"Damn it!"

Tyrant was advancing, so Fatso could only protect him. But facing three Bodhisattvas who were almost crazy, Fatso could not do anything alone. However, Fatso's ruthlessness was revealed at this moment. In the past, Fatso might have been meticulous in scheming and interests. But after living together with Su Bai, Lord Zeng, and the others, everyone was actually changing.

In the past, Fatso almost killed Su Bai and the other two in order to protect himself. After that, Fatso realized that he was wrong. In fact, it was very rare for a listener to be lucky enough to build a relationship that would always help each other unless their own interests were seriously damaged.

"Thunder!"

Fatso spat a mouthful of blood on the peach wood sword. Then, he pointed his finger to the sky, and the peach wood sword soared into the sky. Then, Fatso made a gesture with both hands and quickly chanted an incantation. Then, three purple talismans automatically flew out of Fatso's clothes and stuck to Fatso's body. At this moment, Fatso suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He was attracting ghosts to his body!

Sorcery was actually a quantitative measure. Just like in times of war, the number of tanks, airplanes, infantry, and military industries in a country was basically a quantitative measure before the war began. Even the enemy and the allies were very clear about each other. But after all, war was not a competition between two people holding a piece of paper. Whoever had more airplanes and cannons would win. Otherwise, the German Army in World War II would not have been able to use blitzkrieg to instantly defeat France, which was not inferior to Germany in size.

As for attracting lightning, it was like snitching to the Heavens. It meant telling the Heavens that there was something evil here and that they should quickly destroy it with lightning. The size of the lightning attracted was related to the cultivation of the person who attracted it, and the size of the aura that the evil emitted was sensed by the Heavens.

At this time, Fatso first attracted thunder and then attracted ghosts to his body. It was equivalent to pretending to be a ghost and dancing in front of God.

"Strike me to death, lalalalala, strike me to death, lalalalala …"

"Buzz!"

In the sky, a crimson cloud of blood suddenly appeared, bringing with it a terrifying pressure. At this moment, Fatty's defensive formation finally shattered. The backlash caused Fatty's body to tremble, and blood began to flow out from all the pores on his body. However, Fatty did not care about it at all. He roared, "Damn it! Damn it!"

"Damn it, monk, I've returned the favor for tricking you back then!"

Fatso still remembered that incident. That time, he knew that the few Lamas would not kill him, so he let them subdue him. In the end, the monk and Lord Zeng had to fight desperately. If it weren't for Da Bai holding on to his last breath and rushing out of the encirclement of thousands of ghosts, the three of them would have probably died there.

Qilü, who was in the midst of leveling up, revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The three Bodhisattvas broke Fatso's formation and were about to rush in, but they saw the mountain of flesh in front of them lunging at them as if it had gone mad. At the same time, Fatso slapped the top of his head and released a stream of blood essence, forming a blood mist that enveloped himself and the three Bodhisattvas.

This was to return the favor, not to prove his sincerity with death. Fatso was very clear about this, so Fatso wanted to pull the three Bodhisattvas to bear the thunder with him!

If Fatso had done this in the past, the three Bodhisattvas could have retreated, and the Heavenly Thunder would have only struck Fatso. However, because they had just used their origin to attack Fatso's formation, the aura of their origin permeated the surroundings. It was like a dog peeing on an electric pole. The dog left, but the smell of the dog's urine was still so pungent.

Immediately, three crimson thunderbolts as thick as the roots of a big tree descended, pointing directly at Fatso and the three Bodhisattvas below.

At this moment, unless the three Bodhisattvas thought that the monk was more important than their own lives, they only had one choice left.

But fortunately, they chose the latter between the monk and their own deaths.

The three Bodhisattvas immediately gritted their teeth. Their Dharma Forms were broken, and they raised their hands above their heads, preparing to withstand the three thunderbolts. After doing all that, Fatso sat down on the ground in a sickly state.

Now, he could only hope that the three Bodhisattvas could help him withstand the thunder. Otherwise, he, Fatso, would definitely be destroyed by heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, something strange happened. Just as Lord Zeng and the female Bodhisattva who appeared at the beginning were paying their respects to the Buddha, Fatso dragged the other three Bodhisattvas.

An old woman suddenly appeared next to the monk who was advancing. She was dressed in Indian ethnic clothing, staring at the monk with a gloomy face. At the same time, she stretched out her hand.

"It's really hard to catch you!"

No one expected that India would send out five Bodhisattvas in one go just to catch a monk!

However, the old woman's hand suddenly froze when it was about to touch the mark between the monk's eyebrows. Yes, not only her hand, but even the old woman's body was frozen. She could not move at all!

A faint voice sounded around them.

"Isn't it … a little too much?"