Chapter 125: This is too much, the gods are too unrighteous (asking for monthly tickets)
"Indra!"

"Indra! Indra! Indra!"

The roar was extremely furious, like that of an angry lion or an enraged Brahmin. The sound was earth-shaking and echoed in the heaven.

For a moment, the hermit Adili stood there in a daze, his face full of shock and disbelief, and he instantly recognized the owner of the voice.

"Old clothes!"

The sage Adili called out the name in a low voice.

……

Viguntha.

Vishnu sat on this snake bed, looking at Goddess Lakshmi with affectionate eyes. The two of them looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and there seemed to be ripples on the water.

The Thousand-Headed Snake King Shesha opened his snake mouth slightly, and spit out his snake tongue. He stared at this scene intently, and was very happy.

The Lord has restored His former joy!

The annoying Garuda has been out for so long and hasn't come back, so just the few of them are here.

The mistress still cares about Shesha very much!

Shesha thought so.

Suddenly, Vishnu blinked, his eyes became solemn, and his expression changed.

He turned his head slightly and looked towards the heaven.

"My humble Immortal!"

Vishnu muttered.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Goddess Lakshmi asked with concern.

"The Immortal in Clothes has arrived in heaven. He has a violent temper and often issues curses. The gods may be in trouble."

Vishnu said.

Hearing this, Goddess Lakshmi's pupils condensed, and her five white fingers clenched, subconsciously holding the hand of her husband beside her.

The last time was when the Immortal in White Clothes cursed the gods to lose their wealth.

This also caused her to fall into the Ocean of Milk, and many things happened that stirred up the Ocean of Milk.

"Ah~"

"I hope the gods are safe!"

Goddess Lakshmi sighed softly, her beautiful face full of worry, and said with lingering fear.

……

Brahma realm.

Brahma lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the shabby-clothed immortal who appeared in the heaven.

"It's him!"

Brahma Path.

Brahma, the God of Creation, is very good at cursing!

But the old man with dirty clothes is better at cursing than Brahma, and he is famous for his bad temper. As long as he thinks the other party has done something wrong, he dares to curse.

"The gods are in trouble!"

While Brahma was muttering to himself, his eyes turned, and instantly he saw the round figure of [Sage Narada] in the heaven.

"Narada?"

"Could it be him..."

Brahma’s heart said.

At this time, Goddess Saraswati was holding the Veena.

She lowered her eyes and a trace of worry appeared on her beautiful face.

Her white fingers moved slightly, gently plucking the veena, producing complex music that revealed her restless mood.

"The gods may be in trouble now!"

"I hope wisdom can guide the gods and lead them away from the curse."

Goddess Saraswati said.

……

In the heaven.

This furious roar echoed everywhere. Even the Garuda flying in the air couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his feathers stood up, almost exploding, and he suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

"My humble Immortal!"

Garuda tilted his head to listen, his sharp eagle eyes flashing with shock, and he muttered to himself.

This voice...

That's right!

It must be the Immortal in Old Clothes! Garuda's eagle eyes focused, and he looked in the direction of the voice. A huge temple was instantly reflected in his eyes.

Temple of the Emperor of Heaven!

Before the temple.

Layers of golden steps stretched down, flickering with a faint glow like fireflies. The gods were like quails caught in the rain, with frightened expressions and trembling. They huddled together and dared not speak at all.

The fire god Agni and the wind god Vayu looked unhappy, and the water god Varuna was even sadder.

Surya, the sun god, was moving backwards.

He regretted it!

If he had known that he would meet the old man, he would have stayed in the Temple of the Sun. He would have listened to his daughter and gone to find Yama.

The last time they offended the Immortal with Old Clothes, they were deprived of their divine powers and turned into a group of beggars.

Now I don’t dare to offend this old man at all!
"It's too much! It's too much!"

"unacceptable!"

The Immortal in Old Clothes roared angrily.

His furious roar was like that of a lion, roaring endlessly, echoing all around and looming over the heads of the gods.

"You gods actually erected a statue of Asura in heaven. What do you mean? What do you want to do?"

"It's too much!"

As the Immortal in Old Clothes roared, his eyes shone with a cold light, and he glared fiercely at the gods in front of him.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The faces of the gods suddenly changed, and they all looked terrified. However, their eyes had something in common: they all avoided in fear and did not dare to look directly at the Immortal in Trouble-Clothed Clothes.

The other immortals present looked at each other and turned to look in front of the temple.

Three huge statues stand here.

Three huge and lifelike statues stand tall like giant mountains, with majestic postures, covered in golden armor, exuding a tremendous aura, standing in front of the temple.

It really is a statue of Asuras!
These three statues have distinct features, and you can tell at a glance who they are carved for.

Golden eyes, golden bed, and Hayagriva!

Seeing this scene, the immortals slowly turned their heads and all looked at the gods, waiting for an explanation.

The gods didn't dare to speak at all.

"These statues were carved by the Asuras. We are only left here as spoils of war..."

The fire god Agni poked his head out and said bravely.

After all, he is the God of Fire who is in charge of [fire sacrifice]. If the immortals want to offer sacrifices to him, they should at least give him some face!

"Trophy?"

The old man in worn clothes had a cold face and his eyes were like eternal ice, which made Agni feel cold all over.

"shut up!"

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

The old man in worn clothes had eyes spewing fire and he roared suddenly, instantly interrupting the words of the fire god Agni.

Rumble!
His roar was like thunder, shaking violently. He raised his arm and poked the face of the fire god Agni, roaring non-stop.

"The gods live in heaven and maintain the world!"

"You should have been the role model for the Three Realms, preaching the righteous way to the world, but you ended up erecting a statue of Asura here. Evil reigns supreme, lawlessness is at the forefront, and you simply cannot distinguish between good and evil. Is this how you, as gods, set an example for the Three Realms?!"

The Immortal in Old Clothes scolded angrily.

Rumble!
His fierce eyes were like lightning, sweeping across many gods.

The faces of the gods were all filled with fear, confusion, shock and other expressions that were beyond words.

"Where's Indra?"

"Not only did you erect a statue of Asura and invite the immortals to the banquet, but the Emperor of Heaven did not come to greet them. Is this the way a host should treat guests?"

"It's too much! It's too much!"

"Indra!"

The old man in old clothes roared.

Indra! Indra! Indra!
Roars echoed throughout the heavens, spreading continuously and instantly reaching the ears of Indra in the distance.

Ok? !

Indra's eyes suddenly focused.

He suddenly shuddered, and a figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

This furious roar was exactly the same as the last time he heard it.

"Old clothes!"

Indra opened his mouth slowly and uttered the name.

(End of this chapter)