Chapter 103 Wake up, who is dancing? (Please subscribe)

The potatoes are soft and glutinous! The chicken nuggets are fragrant!

The curry seasoning makes them very tempting, salty, fragrant and slightly spicy, which makes people's appetite grow.

Indra sat cross-legged on the ground.

He shook his hand, and a small golden spoon appeared. He picked up the plate of curry and began to taste it.

"It tastes really good!"

Indra muttered to himself.

As he spoke, the vegetarian curry on the shining golden plate floating in the air next to him also floated around, spinning and circling.

"Get out of the way!"

Indra waved his hands unhappily.

...

"Why haven't you woken up yet?"

The sun god Surya looked confused and puzzled, and couldn't help but look at the sage Tuttja next to him.

Tuttja opened his eyes wide, staring at the holy meal under the red cloth, and couldn't help but move his throat and swallow his saliva.

Then he turned his head and looked at Indra again.

Then the Emperor of Heaven was seen lying on the stone bed, with a trace of solemnity in his eyebrows, as if he was resisting the smell of the Holy Communion.

"As expected of a wise man recorded in the Vedas, he can actually suppress the temptation of the Holy Communion!"

The sage Tuttja put his hands together.

He sighed in a low voice, looking at Indra in surprise and reverence.

For a moment, he was even more moved and guilty, and felt that his asceticism was not enough!

"Vishnu, Vishnu~"

"Why don't the gods work together to try to lift the red cloth on the Holy Communion, so that the taste will be sweeter."

The sage Narada spoke again.

He held the Veena, sniffed his nose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the delicious smell from the Holy Communion.

He really wanted to eat the delicious Holy Communion, even if he just smelled it, it would be the ultimate happiness in the world.

Hearing this, the sun god Surya, the fire god Agni, the wind god Vayu, the water god Varuna and others all looked at the holy meal, their faces solemn, as if they were facing the most terrifying Asura King.

"I'll help too!"

The wine god Soma stood up.

"I'll come too!"

The sage Tuttja said.

As soon as the voice fell, the gods and sages worked together, and huge power surged out of their hands, turning into a rainbow-like seven-color power, rushing towards the red cloth on the holy meal.

Ang!!!

Aravastha stood in the distance, flapping his huge ears, his elephant trunk whistling, and suddenly spraying water.

The other mounts also moved one after another, and the wind and fire surged, vowing to lift the red veil on the holy meal.

Hualala!

The red cloth was still calm, and a stream of more intense fragrance surged like a tsunami.

In an instant, the gods, sages and mounts were all stunned in place, and everyone closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the power of the holy meal.

When they came to their senses, they saw Indra still lying there steadily.

Indra's face was peaceful, as if he had fallen into a baby's sleep!

What!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

At this moment, the faces of the gods were all surprised and stunned, and they were stunned in disbelief.

Is this not possible? !

"The emperor of heaven has entered a very deep level of asceticism, and even the holy meal of the mistress cannot wake him up."

"What should I do?"

"I don't know either!"

The gods were at a loss.

In the ocean of milk.

Vishnu slowly sat up from the snake bed, and he looked at Jirosa with a solemn and worried expression.

Is this not possible?

He couldn't deal with the horse-headed Asura, after all, the horse-headed Asura won the heaven openly, and the rest was also occupied. Within the law, he couldn't force a move.

What should I do?

Vishnu was worried.

"What a nice smell!"

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came out.

Many gods were stunned for a moment, and turned their heads to look at this familiar voice.

Swish!

Sharp trident, hanging damaru drum, ancient animal skin, blue neck, messy hair...

On the handsome face, is the third eye of destruction!

Mahayana Shiva appeared.

Beside Mahayana, there is the noble and beautiful goddess Parvati.

"Praise Mahayana!"

"Praise the goddess Parvati!"

"Praise Mahayana!"

"Praise the goddess Parvati!"

...

The gods and immortals put their hands together and praised Mahayana and the goddess. The mounts also whistled and crawled on the ground to show respect.

Shiva's eyes were fixed, staring at the golden plate under the red cloth.

He walked over with his eyes fixed, and the goddess Parvati followed closely.

The gods were stunned.

Oh no!

Does Mahadeva want to eat it too? !

Shiva came to the holy meal, stretched out his hand to grab the red cloth, and gently lifted it.

The red cloth was instantly lifted and flew out.

Swish!

A brilliant golden light rushed out instantly, dazzling and dazzling like a beam of light.

Wow!

Golden flash!

The gods quickly covered their eyes with their hands and turned their heads away, not daring to look directly.

Shiva, however, picked up the plate with a smile, grabbed a handful of rice, put it in his mouth, and tasted it gently with his eyes closed.

In an instant, the figure of his good brother Vishnu appeared in front of Shiva.

Mahadeva immediately fell into intoxication.

The mistress Parvati also stretched out her slender fingers, pinched a grain of rice, and stuffed it into her lips. She was immediately struck by the deliciousness, and her eyebrows suddenly showed joy and pleasure, happily tasting Vishnu's holy meal.

In the blink of an eye, the plate of holy meal disappeared.

"The Holy Communion is gone!"

"The Great Heaven has eaten all the Holy Communion, what will the Emperor do?!"

"The Emperor of Heaven has not woken up, and there is not even a grain of rice left in the Holy Communion. How could this happen!"

The gods finally reacted and looked at this scene in shock.

At this time, Shiva also woke up from the intoxication of this holy meal.

Uh-huh!

He stood up quickly.

In the lingering aroma of this delicious communion, I couldn't help but start dancing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The invisible sound of music permeates all directions, the spring water of Jirosao Snow Mountain jingles, the wind rustles the trees, and everything turns into music, and begins to sing along with Shiva's dance.

Figures floated out from Shiva's dance, some raising their calves, some raising their arms, or raising their heads like roaring, and began to dance carnivally.

Countless purple, light yellow, light green, and aqua blue sacred winds floated up.

Rotating around the great sky.

"The dance of Tandava, the dance of joyful Tandava, the Holy Eucharist pleases the heavens!"

Parvati looked at the sky with joy and said touchedly.

The dance of Tandava is the dance of Shiva.

Shiva's angry Tandava dance can destroy the world; this happy Tandava dance can bring joy to the world.

"Dance of the Great Sky!"

The sage Tuoticha put his hands together and said movedly.

"What a sacred, joyful dance!"

Narada Immortal said drunkenly.

Many gods also looked at the dancing posture of Lord Shiva.

The dance ends.