Muscular Rabbits Legion: "No one can escape from the novice village!"

A familiar sound from the front faintly reached them: "You bald pest, you've chased me from Guan River Mouth into the game, and you're still chasing me here. Did I steal your wife or did I dig up your ancestors' graves?"

The Monk sneered: "I had a perfectly good pot of dog meat and you ruined it. How could I forgive you? Do you know how hard it is to get a good pot of dog meat on Spirit Mountain?"

Yi Zheng was speechless—a monk eating meat?

Eating on Spirit Mountain, no less!

What is this guy even thinking?

Isn't he afraid that the Buddha would slap him dead?

"Rabbit, tell me, isn't this entirely his fault?" the Monk suddenly asked Yi Zheng.

Yi Zheng's ears were caught by the Monk, leaving him no choice but to agree. So he shouted, "Master Buddha is right; nothing is worse than being hungry and having someone steal your food! Buddha, I'm with you!" Yi Zheng shouted.

The Big Black Dog, hearing this, roared in fury, "Stupid Rabbit, what do you know? I'm the dog meat he's cooking!"

What?

Yi Zheng was dumbfounded; this turn of events caught him completely off-guard!

Yet the Monk didn't seem to notice his own wrongdoings and confidently replied, "I caught you fair and square. You escaped, ruining my meal. Who else should I hit? Besides, it's just a game. Let me stew you once and it'll be over, won't it?"

"You're full of it! If you stew me, how can I live? A fifty percent loss! What will you compensate me with?" The Big Black Dog cursed angrily.

The Monk became angry too: "I tried to reason with you reasonably, but you wouldn't listen. In that case, let's handle this with skill! Today, let's see where you can run!"

The Big Black Dog was desperate, running with his tongue hanging out, flopping in the breeze. Just when the Monk was about to grab the Big Black Dog's tail, a voice rang out, "Welcome to Mount Tai, everyone!"

The voice was grand, gentle, and steady as a mountain.

The two halted immediately and realized they had run to the foot of Mount Tai.

Yi Zheng looked around and saw no one. He muttered, "Who's talking?"

The Big Black Dog shouted, "Old Tai, someone's here to kill a dog! Do you care?"

The grand voice spoke again, "Daoist Fellow, this is a gathering of divinities, harmony is precious. Please put personal grievances outside the event."

This time Yi Zheng heard clearly; the voice came from deep within the mountain—it was the mountain speaking!

"Wow, this mountain has truly become sentient!" Yi Zheng muttered to himself.

The Monk sneered and muttered, "I wouldn't give face to Huang Feihu outside, let alone be told by a stone spirit here…"

But he immediately responded loudly, "Amitabha, since Daoist Fellow spoke, I must give this respect. Are the old rules intact for climbing the mountain this time?"

The Mount Tai God answered, "Of course, teams of three, first-come-first-choice of places."

The Monk grinned, pointed at the Big Black Dog, and raised the Rabbit in his hand: "These two with me count as a team, right?"

Then he looked menacingly at Yi Zheng and the Big Black Dog, as if to say: if you dare to refuse, I'll finish you off.

Yi Zheng felt that this bald man wasn't reliable and had major issues, but this wasn't the moment to confront him. So, innocently and meekly, Yi Zheng nodded like a pecking chick, "I have no problem!"

The Big Black Dog wanted to refuse but knew if he did, the bald man would act, not even giving Mount Tai God face.

Though reluctantly, the Big Black Dog still nodded, "Fine."

"Since you all have no objection, you may form a team." Mount Tai God responded, "Wish you the best luck."

Then the sound of the Mount Tai God faded away.

Yi Zheng couldn't resist anymore and asked, "Has this mountain really become sentient?"

The Big Black Dog gave him a sidelong glance: "Duh, you've heard it yourself, haven't you? That guy is the mountain!"

But the Monk shook his head, eyes glowing: "Not necessarily!"

Yi Zheng and the Big Black Dog both looked at him, and the Monk said, "Don't stare at me, I was just casually saying."

Yi Zheng and the Big Black Dog felt that this tricky bald man knew something. But despite their questions, he remained silent.

The Monk casually tossed Yi Zheng to the Big Black Dog, and the Big Black Dog bit into Yi Zheng's rabbit ears, carrying him along.

Yi Zheng said, "You can put me down, I can walk by myself."

The Monk grinned, "I don't mind, but…"

The Big Black Dog whispered through Divine Sense: "Rabbit, I'm someone warm-hearted. You're so chubby walking alone, might lose weight… Uh, might get tired. I'll carry you for better comfort."

Feigned concern, Yi Zheng felt the Dead Dog clearly had ulterior motives.

All the way, the Big Black Dog walked behind like a loafer, keeping a distance, not running, not following closely, always wary of the Monk.

Thus, on the mountain road of Mount Tai appeared a strange team: a Monk swaggering at the front, a dog carrying a plump rabbit following behind.

Yi Zheng folded his arms, "Brother Hei, put me down. Doesn't carrying me tire you?"

"Not at all!" The Big Black Dog replied firmly.

Yi Zheng was helpless; he'd tried everything en route, anything but getting down—on this matter, the Big Black Dog was resolute.

After a while of chatting, Yi Zheng gave up; knowing the Dead Dog definitely had ulterior motives didn't matter, it was useless. These two were far too strong!

Any one of them, Yi Zheng couldn't be confident in defeating.

Moreover, the two clearly didn't get along, and instead of jumping into their fight, it's better to wait. They're bound to clash, and then he can watch the battle unfold, benefiting from the struggle.

Now, he had to pretend to be weak. If overlooked, he's won!

Also, Yi Zheng was naturally a target for everyone. Better than being alone exposed, sticking with these two brings safety and plenty of intelligence to gather, benefits galore.

Yi Zheng stopped struggling, then asked, "What do you call that Buddha in front?"

The Big Black Dog scoffed, "He's nothing like a Buddha, in-game his name is Alcohol-Meat Monk! An unqualified Monk!"

The Monk gave a cold look: "Dead Dog, I'm clearly no Buddha, but neither are you Hei Tian…"

"Shut up!" The Big Black Dog snapped anxiously.

Alcohol-Meat Monk chuckled, "Give me a hind leg for a snack, and I won't mention your name, how's that?"

The Big Black Dog firmly rejected, "No way!"

Alcohol-Meat Monk said, "His name is…"

"Wait!" The Big Black Dog interrupted the Alcohol-Meat Monk.

Alcohol-Meat Monk laughed, "You agreed? That's right, give me a dog leg. With your ability, recovery is easy, affecting your power not at all; how good is that?"

The Big Black Dog approached carrying Yi Zheng. "What's good in dog legs, tried spicy rabbit head?"

At this moment, Yi Zheng finally understood why the Dead Dog kept holding him—it was to prevent him from escaping and to use him at any time for cover!

Alcohol-Meat Monk's eyes sparkled upon hearing spicy rabbit head, glaring at Yi Zheng.

Yi Zheng felt a shiver, quickly shouting, "Spicy rabbit head's not tasty, too much Sichuan pepper, numbing.

Dog meat tastes good, as they say, when dog meat boils thrice, even Immortals can't stand firm!"