Help! This savior is too stupid!

Chapter 1115 Demons Dance

After Emperor Wu Tian left, Emperor Kongtian continued to climb the mountain.

The trekking pole in his hand just paved a way for him to reach the top of the mountain.

When standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountain, it seems that there is nothing special except that it is very high.

When you really set foot on the road up the mountain, you will find that this mountain is a world of its own, a different cave, and it cannot be measured by high or low.

If you have slightly lower qualifications, you may be trapped on a certain level and be unable to get out for the rest of your life.

There are countless overlapping paths on this mountain. Each path is a mountain. Emperor Kong Tian used it to distinguish each layer based on the different soil quality on the mountain.

When I met Emperor Wu Tian, I was just starting out, with that incomplete Yin-Yang fish pattern.

Emperor Kongtian himself also used the Yin-Yang Fish Visualization Chart. This thing was once the most widely circulated visualization chart of the fifth mysterious tide. Anyone who is a top powerhouse has used it more or less.

Emperor Wutian took away the Yin-Yang fish. Emperor Kongtian naturally knew about this matter, but he had no control over what the other party did. However, Emperor Kongtian felt that this matter was probably related to the 'Thousand Paper Crane'.

Emperor Kongtian became more and more curious as to who the legendary 'Thousand Paper Cranes' was.

Keep climbing.

He came to Erzhong Mountain. This mountain was covered with yellow mud, as if there had just been a heavy rain. It was muddy. Even with a hiking stick, Emperor Kong Tian took every step with great difficulty, as if he was struggling in a quagmire.

This road is extremely evil!

The evil energy rising into the sky seemed to pierce through the heaven and earth, killing them all, and the murderous intent dyed the sky a light pink.

Emperor Kongtian just trudged on, step by step.

I don't know how far I walked, but this yellow mud road became wider and the ground was no longer muddy. It had been deliberately repaired, and it was much easier to walk on the compacted land.

Emperor Kongtian did not speed up his pace, but looked to the left and right, thoughtfully.

Some flowers and plants appeared on both sides of the originally bare road. Affected by evil spirits and murderous intentions, the condition of these plants was not very good, but it was better than nothing.

Emperor Kongtian continued to walk forward without trying to attract attention.

A simple tea stall appeared ahead.

It is said to be a tea stall, but in fact, it is just one or two large tables, three or four wooden chairs, a single large pot for boiling tea soup, and three stacks of tile bowls built into a hill.

As for the tea stall, it was blocked by a large piece of cloth that leaked air, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

"Amitabha."

The owner of the tea stall came out to greet him, but he was a bald monk. He clasped his hands and saluted Emperor Kong Tian.

"Donor, the road is long and difficult, so why not drink a bowl of lotus seed clear fire tea and rest for a while."

Emperor Kongtian touched his pocket and said helplessly, "I have no money."

Although he has forgotten many things, he still knows that buying things requires money.

The monk was not annoyed and said with a smile,

"The donor wants to climb a mountain?"

Emperor Kongtian nodded, "Yes."

The monk said, "If the donor reaches the top of the mountain, can you do me a small favor?"

Emperor Kongtian asked, "Is it related to the Thousand Paper Cranes again?"

"As expected, the donor has nothing left to offer. Why not sit down first and listen to what the young monk has to say before making a decision."

The monk led Emperor Kongtian into the tea stall. Although the tea stall belonged to the monk, he was not the only monk inside, and it was very lively.

At the entrance, a young monk was slumped on an armchair like mud.

Next to the young monk, there was also a monk staring at him and mumbling something.

"I agreed to give this chair to me..."

"What you say doesn't mean what you say...what kind of boss..."

Walking further, a white-browed monk was lighting a fire to make tea. His movements were slow and a little dull, like Alzheimer's disease. He almost burned his white eyebrows several times, but there was no response to the urgent matter.

He lit the fire and stared at the pot, but there was only one stone in the pot, and there were some cracks on the stone.

Before Emperor Kongtian could remind him, another monk jumped out of the empty bucket, stopped in front of Emperor Kongtian, and asked crazily, "A thing is either three or four, what is it?"

Emperor Kongtian replied, "It can be anything except three and four."

What else did the crazy monk want to say, but a bucket fell from the sky and trapped him in the bucket.

A new monk pressed the bucket. Instead of looking at Emperor Kongtian, he complained to the person in the bucket, "If you run out of the bucket again, I will have to stuff you into the box!"

Boxes and buckets?

The leading monk carefully pushed these crazy monks aside, for fear that they would bump into each other. He did not forget to look back at Emperor Kongtian and said with an apologetic smile,

"My senior brothers are a little crazy because of their own obsessions. It's ridiculous."

Emperor Kongtian shook his head. Although his mouth was crooked, he didn't think these people were funny.

Finally, he arrived at a table and led the monk to greet people to serve tea to the Sky Emperor. A young man dressed like a waiter in a shop, with a face full of indifference, put the copper teapot and earthenware bowl on the table, coldly. He snorted and turned around to leave.

"How come you treat guests like this?!"

The monk apologized to Emperor Kongtian again, turned around and caught up with the waiter, and whispered,

"Senior brother, this stall is already messy enough, so don't make it more messy."

There was a hint of complaint in his voice. It would be very difficult to hold up this mess. None of these monsters and monsters are fuel-efficient lamps.

Senior brother's situation is slightly better, so it's fine if he doesn't help. Why are you still trying to create trouble?

"I'm not your senior brother!"

The waiter gave a cold face, walked to the edge of the tea stall, squatted on the ground and looked at the sky.

"I shouldn't be selling tea here either."

There was a sneer from the barrel, "Things like you, who are neither three nor four, are still alive because the Emperor of Heaven is kind. No... Are there three or four Emperors of Heaven? Hahaha... The Emperor of Heaven is also neither three nor four." stuff..."

The monk carrying the bucket began to sharpen the knife. The bucket could no longer restrain this guy, so it was better to put it into a box.

The white-browed monk who was lighting a fire unexpectedly pulled out a human head from the fire. The head rolled on the ground like a rubber ball, but there was a sound of gold and stone hitting it.

The head finally broke into a tea vat, and the Huahua intestines inside flowed out, all over the ground. Only one heart was beating tenaciously.

The monk who was standing next to the armchair became anxious, grabbed the armrest and kept shaking the chair.

"You agreed to give it to me. This chair is mine, mine..."

It was like a switch was pressed, and all the monks in the tea stall were dancing wildly.

Looking at the messy tea stall, the monk who led the way had no choice but to pace back to Emperor Kongtian, put on a good face, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile,

"You're not going to take care of it?"

A noisy tea stall, but one customer to manage it?

The monk said this, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Emperor Kong Tian thought about it and finally did not take action, but replied seriously,

"It's not my business."

"Why..."

After sighing, the little monk who was like mud on the armchair slowly opened his eyes.

The armchair stopped, the rain outside stopped, and the quarrels in the tea stall disappeared. Time and space solidified at this moment.

The young monk stood up slowly, looked at the chaos in the field, and sighed.

These people are not under the control of the Emperor of Heaven.

It's under his control.

The young monk shook his head helplessly and glanced at all the monks present, now the Pure Land Tibetans, with compassionate eyes.