Chapter 161: Plant bananas, my decisive choice! (Please give me a monthly ticket, and I will update more!)
Boom!

Indra's voice was like thunder, which instantly echoed.

"From now on!"

"Every time I, the Immortal, cast a curse, I will personally feel the pain of this fruit burning in the sacrificial fire!"

Indra stared at the ashes and spoke loudly.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

His voice echoed in the forest, and every tall tree, every leaf, and every flower trembled.

The gods, asuras and the three gods were all staring at this scene with fixed eyes.

Rumble!
Thunder rumbled across the sky, and countless bright white lightning bolts fell like Nagas, dancing wildly and flashing Indra's body, as if responding to the declaration of the Lord of Thunder.

The hermit Adili clasped his hands together, shook his head and looked puzzled.

"That is why ah?"

The sage Adili asked.

why? !

Of course it’s revenge on this foul-mouthed guy!
But I definitely can’t say that in front of the man’s father. Isn’t that bullying an old man?

You must put on a layer of skin!

hum!

Indra couldn't help but smile.

He turned to look at the Hermit Adili, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Anger should be vented in the right place!"

“If a person leaves the truth and the Dhamma, he is like an angry poisonous snake, biting everywhere and causing only senseless destruction.”

"I hope that the Immortal of Old Clothes can show mercy to the world and suppress his anger. I hope that every time he curses, he can regain his sanity in the pain and uphold the righteousness of the world."

Indra said slowly.

His voice was calm and powerful, like the waves hitting the rocks, echoing in the ears of the sage Adili with deep power.

“What a concise and profound statement!”

The hermit Adili put his hands together, his eyes fixed, and thought for a moment, and suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense.

Yes!

I am so irritable!

If he could feel the pain of being burned by fire when he cursed, perhaps he would have more empathy and treat others with kindness.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the immortal Adili suddenly lit up.

Ok?
The sage Sukara standing aside was also pondering over Indra's words.

"How could he say such a thing!"

Sage Sukara was surprised and looked at Indra in astonishment.

Before he began his ascetic practice, he had already noticed that Indra was becoming more and more intelligent, as if the goddess of the Veda had descended to protect him. He was full of tricks and was very difficult to deal with.

Indra seems to be wiser now.

To be able to say such profound words.

He was surprised! He was puzzled!
He couldn't believe it!
Sukalā was full of confusion, wondering what had happened during his time of hard training? !

more importantly……

"Adili, why do you call Indra the guardian of the Vedas?"

The sage Sukara was confused and felt that he had missed a lot after practicing hard for so many years. He would have to find other Asuras to ask what exactly happened during this period.

The fire god Agni lowered his head, listened to Indra's words, secretly glanced at the pile of ashes, and cheered secretly in his heart.

"Well done!"

"Next time when he curses me, let him feel the pain too!"

The fire god Agni was secretly complaining in his heart.

……

At this time, Adili turned around.

Swish!
At this moment, a force of hard work suddenly surged out from his not-so-majestic body. The force of hard work rose up, dense like mist, and burning like flames.

Rumble!
The sky changed color, wild clouds rolled in all directions, and thunder and lightning exploded continuously.

"Your ashes will turn into a fruit tree. When the fruit tree is ripe and bears fruit, you will be resurrected from the fruit, and this fruit will also become a necessity for the general sacrifice!"

As soon as the sage Adili finished speaking.

Wow! ! !
Streams of golden light radiated from the ashes, shining in all directions and turning into a dazzling ball of light.

A ball of golden light floated up.

The light suddenly shrank and instantly turned into a banana seedling with large leaves that looked like a giant grass.

Swish!
A faint light flickers.

The half-body shadow of the old man in worn clothes appeared on the leaves of the banana seedling. He was staring with wide eyes at Indra who was standing in front of him and Agni who was standing behind him. He seemed like he was about to get angry at any time.

Swish!
The next moment, the shadow disappeared.

The banana sapling just shook its leaves, and a faint rustling sound was heard, but nothing else happened.

ha? !

Indra stared at the scene.

He was startled at first, then his eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Very good! Before this guy was resurrected, he could only shake the leaves.

"Success! My husband is resurrected!"

Hedley was surprised.

"It would be great if I could be resurrected!"

Anusuya had a happy smile on his face.

"Great!"

The hermit Adili also breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

At this time, Shiva is holding the trident.

His originally gloomy expression turned into joy at this moment, and he looked at the plant with a smile.

"sacred!"

Datian slowly uttered these two words.

“What a sacred plant!”

Brahma's eyes lit up slightly.

He stared at the plant and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. His four arms emitted a strong divine light, which reflected the banana tree.

Vishnu's eyes softened and he smiled as well.

"This sacred plant is made from the ashes of an immortal. Its fruit will appear in sacrifices. The sacrifice of the old man will appear in the form of this fruit in sacrifices and be remembered by the world."

"O Vedic wise man!"

“Give this fruit tree a name.”

Vishnu's smile was like a sunflower in the warm spring breeze, soft and bright, and he looked at the fruit tree with emotion.

As soon as the words fell, the leaves of the fruit tree began to tremble, as if they were very excited.

Indra's eyes were fixed.

It seems that the consciousness of the Immortal Bi Yi can still sense the outside world!
With a smile on his face, he looked at the wife of the Immortal in Old Clothes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Haudley!"

Hedley clasped her hands together and asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Indra shook his head slightly, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Hedley means "banana".

According to the legend, the Immortal of the Clothes cursed his wife, Hedeli, to turn into ashes because she did not wake him up on time. Then his father-in-law arrived, and the Immortal of the Clothes blessed his wife to turn into a fruit tree from the ashes, and named it "Hedeli".

This is where the banana tree comes from!
But now the situation has changed, and it is now Hedri's turn to water the old fairy.

Indra walked forward slowly and picked up the fruit tree in his hands.

“Husband and wife are one unit!”

"If the Immortal Biyi wants to be resurrected from this fruit tree, his wife must have watered the tree, fertilized it, and loosened the soil. She has made great contributions. So let's name this fruit tree after the Immortal Biyi's wife."

"Let's call her [Hedley]!"

Indra's lips curled slightly.

He clasped his hands together, as if holding his heart, and walked to Hedeli, holding the bunch of swaying banana saplings.

"The Immortal of My Clothes has a bad temper, remember to give him plenty of water!"

Indra said solemnly.

"Thanks for your advice. I will water it every day and try to make it bear fruit soon!"

“Praise be to the Vedic wise man!”

Hederi clasped her hands together, looked at Indra with tears in her eyes, moved.

What a kind and merciful God!
Even the details of planting trees were clearly stated.

Hedley clasped her hands together, carefully picked up the banana tree, and held it between her chest.

“Praise be to the Vedic wise man!”

“Praise be to the Vedic wise man!”

Rishi Adili and Anusuya also praised with joy.

Although Biyi is dead, he can be resurrected. During this period, they can worry less about the immortal Biyi. It sounds really good!

Thinking of this, the hermit Adili laughed out loud and felt even better.

"Then let's take our leave and go plant this banana tree!"

The hermit Adili clasped his hands together and said happily.

"please!"

Indra was happy.

It is estimated that this old fellow, the Immortal Bi Yi, will stay in this banana tree for hundreds or thousands of years before he is born again, but he can be quiet for a while during this period.

This is a good thing!

"and many more!"

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Suddenly, Sukara's face turned grim and his expression was as cold as an iceberg. He raised his hand, waved it, and pointed to the altar.

"Adili the Immortal!"

"I haven't chosen who to give the wreath to yet!"

(End of this chapter)