Yimeng Huangliang

Ever since a despicable rabbit arrived at the Heavenly Court, banners have been hung up in the residences of all the major Immortals: beware of fire, theft, and rabbits.
At the same time, the God of Food's Complete Rabbit Cooking Guide started selling like hotcakes.
One could often see a bunch of Immortals waving various magic treasures, chasing a rabbit all over everywhere, shouting, "Although group beating is unfair, we can lose face, the rabbit must die!"
Passerby A: Why is that rabbit so freaking famous? Almost all the Immortals know him, is it because he's cute?
Passerby B: No! It's because he's a jerk! No, that's inaccurate, he's totally a mega jerk!

Rabbit Must Die

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha was confused as he pushed open the door and looked inside, only to be stunned!


He saw that in the courtyard where Qin Shou stayed, there were square tables with chairs placed beside them, and on these chairs were little children squatting, some scratching their bottoms as they nervously fiddled with a tile, highly concentrated.


Some were picking at their feet, others were drinking water and handling tiles at the same time.


The table was stacked with tiles like the Great Wall, with a heap of colorful tiles tossed in the middle, and he had no idea what they were.


At that moment, a little kid whispered, "Bodhisattva, the Rabbit calls this game 'Mahjong.' It's fun, but easy to lose..."


Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha glanced at the child's bare buttocks and thought to himself, "Is this just easy to lose? Isn't this a disastrous loss?"


Chapter 189 When will you hit, Rabbit?_1