Chapter 518: The Big Buddha Crushes the White Tiger (One Hundred and Twenty-Three)

"Help, I've been trapped in this ghost place for thousands of years to help you, won't it be a matter of thousands of years this time?" Hearing Chen's call for help, Baihu replied with a little ridicule but also a little shirk.

"It's a matter of urgency, beg for help!" Seeing that Baihu had the intention of shirking, Lichen hurriedly saluted him and sincerely begged Baihu for help.

"Well...... Baihu looked at the dust, hesitated, and finally suddenly cracked his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm joking with you, look at your nervous appearance, although your little Taoist has become an old Taoist, but your temperament has not changed at all!"

"Hey, Brother Tiger, now is not the time to joke!"

"Say what, look at you!" said the white tiger with a shake of his head.

"The two paintings I hid with you back then are still there, right?" asked Lichen.

"Don't worry, I'm here, it's not to protect these two paintings that I've been sealed by Yinglou!" replied in a deep voice.

"It's good to be here, you can go back later, give the painting to this child, if the other man and woman rob it, you have to help this child!" said Lichen.

"Those two people are really the dogs who won the building!" said Bai Hu resentfully, and Lichen nodded lightly.

"Don't worry! White Tiger said confidently.

"Then farewell, we'll see you on the day we get done!" Lichen saluted the white tiger again, and the white tiger immediately gave him a roll of the eyes. Then, he left Sanqing's soul.

"Hey, boy, what are you thinking!" Sanqing hadn't come back to his senses, but the white tiger had already left his soul, and seeing Sanqing in a daze, the white tiger whispered to him.

Being called by the white tiger like this, San Please immediately came back to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the huge head of the white tiger in front of him, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"No, I didn't think about anything!" Sanqing smiled and pretended to be stupid.

"Say, he let you come and go something!" Bai Hu didn't expose Sanqing, stood up and lowered his head and asked Sanqing.

"Paint!" Sanqing asked tentatively.

"How many paintings?" asked the white tiger rhetorically.

"Two paintings!" Sanqing replied calmly, glad that he had just heard the conversation between Chen and Baihu, otherwise he wouldn't be able to answer now.

"Painting, it's in my seat, I'm going to paint it myself!" Bai Hu squinted at Sanqing and said lazily. As soon as Sanqing heard this, he was about to walk towards the altar, but the left and right and the painting slave who had been guarding the side were ahead of him.

"Stop!" Out of the corner of the white tiger's eyes, he saw the left and right and the painting slave quickly walking towards the altar, and immediately turned his head and roared. Left and right and the painting slave were startled and quickly stopped. But in the next second, the left and right took another step and rushed to the altar.

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" said the white tiger coldly, and then two green lights shot out from his two eyes, one shot in front of the left and right bodies, and one shot behind the left and right sides, and the two lights shot on the ground, and an icicle immediately formed in that place. Left and right were caught off guard, hit the icicle at once, and hit the icicle behind him with a flick back, and the whole person was tightly sandwiched in the middle by the two icicles in front and back, unable to move.

"It's not for you, you are not allowed to take it!" said the white tiger proudly as he looked at the embarrassed left and right. Then he lay on the ground, yawned, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Seeing this, Sanqing continued to walk towards the altar. The painting slave here didn't dare to approach the altar easily, so he had to stay where he was and find a way to save him from the predicament.

Sanqing walked to the bottom of the altar and took a look, the height of the altar was about ten zhang, and it was impossible to jump on it unless the force just now appeared again. He circled around and finally saw a place to climb at the back of the altar, so he stepped forward and began to climb. After climbing for about five minutes, I finally climbed to the altar. But as soon as he climbed up to the altar, he slipped and almost fell. He stabilized his center of gravity, looked down and took a closer look, only to find that the surface of the altar was actually smooth ice, and it was no wonder that he could not stand steadily. He looked up and saw a bulge in the center of the altar, thinking that the painting must have been placed there, so he cautiously walked towards the middle of the altar. But the ice was so slippery that he didn't go far before he fell again. After weighing it, he took off his coat and tore it into four pieces, which were tied to the palms of his hands and shoes. Then lie on the ice and crawl towards the middle. In this way, it is really much better, although it is a little difficult, but it is much happier than before, and I don't fall anymore.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Sanqing finally climbed to the center of the altar and saw the protruding place, which turned out to be a stone box. Sanqing reached out and grabbed the box and stood up cautiously. After standing firmly, I saw a stone box, the box had no lid, two meters long, one meter wide, and about one meter high, and there was a stone box inside. Sanqing leaned down to get the stone box, but found that the stone box was extremely heavy and he couldn't pick it up.

"Boy, it's connected, don't bother! Open the lid, take out the painting, don't break my seat!" Bai Hu opened one eye slightly, glanced at it three times, and then said faintly.

"I said why is it so heavy!" Sanqing scratched his head in embarrassment, and then bent down again and reached out to open the lid of the stone box. In the box, there is a delicate light blue cloth bag. Sanqing hesitated for a moment and took the cloth bag out of the box, opened it gently, and the bag really contained two paintings. He took out the two paintings at once, opened them and checked them, and after confirming the return of Huangquan, he put them back in the cloth bag.

"Thank you!" Sanqing tied the cloth bag to his belt, and then hugged his fist at the white tiger and thanked him.

"How can you be virtuous with that little Taoist priest? At every turn, you just bow and thank you for this and that!" Bai Hu opened his eyes and looked at Sanqing and said in a deep voice, then stood up and slowly walked towards the altar.

"Come down!" When he walked under the altar, the white tiger said to Sanqing.

Sanqing understood, slowly walked to the edge of the altar, and then landed on the white tiger's back with a light jump. Then he slid and landed on the ground.

"Little Taoist said that you did a good job, but I hope you will speed up your pace a little more and win the building will not give you too much time to explore!" After Sanqing landed, Baihu whispered in Sanqing's ear.

"Follow the teachings!" Sanqing said firmly.

"Okay, I've got the things, let's get out of here!" said the white tiger as he jumped onto the altar and lay lazily on the ice with a look of enjoyment.

(End of chapter)