Lo River Bank.
Chen Yun stared longingly at the King of Golden Scale Fish.
Zhang Qian and Lin Chen knew that Chen Yun was talking business, so they stood on the side and did not make a sound.
Only to see the King of Golden Scale Fish ponder for a moment, saying, "Let this little monster explain this matter carefully."
Chen Yun said, "Please."
"Mr. Chen, you don't know that I, the little demon, was not originally an immortal of the Luo River," said the King of Golden Scale Fish slowly. "I once accidentally ingested a celestial herb in the Hao River near the coast of the Yellow Sea and fortunately opened my spiritual intelligence. Initially, I didn't know how to cultivate, so I instinctively absorbed the essence of the sun and moon. Gradually, I caused trouble in the Hao River. Then I encountered Monk Gaya, the Great Saint of Lang Mountain, who subdued me. After much pleading, and considering that my cultivation was not easily obtained, he took me back to the Wujia River at the foot of Lang Mountain to accept Buddhist teachings day and night."
Based on what he said, does Lang Mountain have Jiuzhai He?
Chen Yun continued to listen.
"The King of Golden Scale Fish said: 'For nearly a hundred years, I have been cultivating in the Wujia River. One day, I saw a divine bird Danque carrying nine-ribbed rice stems coming. At that time, I was curious about it. But little did I know that after the Danque scattered the nine-ribbed rice stem seeds, it directly attacked me. At that time, I was so scared that I sank to the bottom of the water and fled in terror. That's why I came to the Luo River and settled here.' "
Chen Yun said, "Your Majesty, your implication is that there is nine-ribbed rice stem on Lang Mountain?"
"If the nine-ribbed rice stem carried by the Danque had grown, indeed there should be nine-ribbed rice stems now, but they have not yet matured after a hundred years," said the King of Golden Scale Fish with a smile. "However, Mr. Chen, you are in need of the dew from the nine-ribbed rice stem, and an immature one is just what you need."
So it seems that there is indeed a possibility that there are nine-ribbed rice stem rain and dew in Lang Mountain.
Chen Yun couldn't help but frown involuntarily.
Because he had no connection with the Great Saint of Lang Mountain.
Moreover, the place is tens of thousands of miles away from Lang Mountain, and it seems like knowing that wouldn't be of much use.
While Chen Yun was lost in thought.
The King of Golden Scale Fish continued, "When the little demon was escorting the spirit that underwent self-resolution to the Temple of the Honored King, it seems I saw the Great Saint's disciple, Huanyan. If Mr. Chen truly wants to obtain the rain and dew of the nine-ribbed rice stem, perhaps he should speak to the Venerable Huayan. He might grant it, as the rain and dew of the nine-ribbed rice stem are not particularly precious items."
Chen Yun's eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reminder. I will go find Huayan to ask for help now."
The King of Golden Scale Fish said, "Good."
Chen Yun looked at Zhang Qian and Lin Chen, "Both of you brothers, shall we go together?"
"Okay."
"Good. I haven't seen you, my younger brother Chen, in a long time. We can catch up."
Zhang Qian and Lin Chen agreed.
After speaking, the three of them bade farewell to the King of Golden Scale Fish and then stuck on the symphonic formula to speed up their journey towards the Temple of the Honored King.
