159: Chapter 105 Playing with Mile 159: Chapter 105 Playing with Mile “Ha ha ha ha, fortuitous, fortuitous!
This poor monk never imagined that in journeying southward, I would actually encounter two pieces of fine jade, truly delightful, ha ha ha!” The fat monk with the insincerely smiling face laughed heartily as he landed next to two valleys.
Li Qingming watched the monk before him, whose smile was almost identical to Zhunti’s, and couldn’t help but feel amused, thinking to himself: “There’s a saying that ‘like master, like disciple.’ Looks like this chubby monk must definitely be Zhunti’s disciple!”
Although the Twelve Earthly Branches have souls of their own and can cultivate independently, they ultimately are the body externalizations of Li Qingming.
As such, they are completely aware of all the various incidents that have happened in Li Qingming’s past and present lives!
Therefore, Li Qingming kicked Zi Shu, signaling him to step forward and tease the chubby monk a bit.
Zi Shu chuckled heh-heh as he rubbed his hands together.
His originally even buckteeth, shining with a pale yellow luster, started to elongate slowly.
In less than the ti it takes to brew a pot of tea, they had drastically changed in appearance.
Li Qingming knew exactly what kind of dirty thoughts Zi Shu harbored, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curl into an evil smile unintentionally.
With his two golden-yellow buckteeth, Zi Shu lightly stomped on the ground, and his figure promptly vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already right by the side of the chubby monk.
anwhile, the chubby monk was still staring at the two birds in the valley with eyes shining brightly.
His enormous hands, resembling the leaf of a bullrush, gently caressed his exposed, round belly, and he was making so unintelligible muttering sounds.
Seeing the chubby monk’s behavior, Zi Shu couldn’t help but be amused, thinking to himself: “They truly are master and disciple, even this greedy temperant is exactly the sa!”
With that thought, Zi Shu extended his left hand and gently slapped the chubby monk, saying: “Hey!
Brother, what are you gazing at?
This place is heavy with yin energy, be careful or a lightning might strike down and turn you into a charred lump!”
“Ah?” The chubby monk scread as if he had seen a ghost, his layers of belly fat rippling like waves.
Only after seeing that the person standing beside him was a short, sleazy-looking figure with two towering golden-yellow buckteeth did he scratch his smooth head, sowhat bashfully, and gave a Buddha’s greeting in reply: “Amitabha Buddha, this little monk is Mile.
I co from the Western Pure Land and pay my respects to the Benefactor!”
Zi Shu chuckled heh-heh, thinking to himself: “It really is him.”
Zi Shu carelessly waved his hand and said to Mile: “Why isn’t the grand monk enjoying his blessings in the Western Pure Land and instead cos to our Eastern region?
What brings you here, honored sir?”
First, Mile was taken aback, then he spoke with a serious deanor: “My teacher, Saint Zhunti, has said that the Primordial Land was opened up by Pan Gu God!
The Heavenly Dao is suprely fair, not distinguishing between East and West, so where is this ‘yours and mine’?”
Zi Shu touched his buckteeth, responding: “Your teacher truly has great talent!
It seems that we Eastern cultivators should also occasionally visit the West, to admire the Saint’s Arena.
Who knows, we might even find so Spiritual Treasures or refining materials during our visit!
That would surely be more comfortable than ditating behind closed doors!”
Upon hearing this, Mile’s face twitched, and he said: “Nowadays, the Western Pure Land is barren, and occasionally there are Fierce Beasts and mbers of the Demon Race lurking!
The Benefactor had better visit the West less, and would be better off reciting scriptures peacefully in the Eastern Imperial Palace.”
“So you are allowed to co to the East, but we’re not allowed to go to the West?
How does that make any sense?” Zi Shu, like a quarrelso woman, stretched out both hands aiming to grab Mile’s wide monk robes.
Quickly jumping to one side, Mile said: “Benefactor, please calm down, calm down!
If the Benefactor truly wishes to visit the West, with your qualifications, you would certainly catch the eye of my teacher, Saint Zhunti!
Then, as long as the Benefactor is willing to join under the Saint’s guidance, the Primordial Land is yours to visit!”
Zi Shu pulled out a large iron rod and ground his big buckteeth on it, then swung the rod toward Mile, all the while cursing nonstop: “Go, go to hell!
What kind of character is that bald trickster Zhunti, as if I don’t know?
I’ll beat you, a fat bald-headed monk who beguiles people’s hearts!”
The weight of Zi Shu’s big iron rod was unknown, but beneath its dark brown sheen, it seed to contain endless power.
The hefty iron rod tore through the Void, even causing ripples of fissures to appear in space.
Mile was startled; he had never expected this short Daoist to suddenly strike, and so ferociously at that!
Looking at the iron rod, if it really hit its mark, he feared that even if it didn’t kill him, he would at least lose a layer of skin.
Thus, Mile hurriedly activated the Six Feet Golden Body Technique.
Specks of Golden Light surfaced on his plump body, covering his entire figure, and concealed his flesh.
A sixty-foot tall golden apparition of Mile enveloped Mile’s corporeal body.
“What does the Benefactor intend?
Could it be that there is so sort of grievance between us?” Mile carefully watched the iron rod and shouted at Zi Shu.
Zi Shu’s sleazy face seed to beco a bit colder as he said: “What do I intend?
Your master has insulted several tis in the past.
Tell , where is this grievance between you and ?”
“Ah?” Even as the most outstanding disciple in Buddhism’s history, Mile would never guess that this was the reason.
“That monk, take this strike from your Grandpa Shu!” Zi Shu’s eyes sparkled with a sharp glint, his expression filled with ferocity.
“Smack!”
The sound was extrely loud, like thunderclap bursting forth, reverberating throughout miles of heaven and earth!
The thick iron rod viciously struck Mile’s Sixty-foot Golden Body.
The robust impact sent out ripples of water-blue color, a translucent blue halo fluttering like a thin veil, subrging the surrounding area for miles.
Li Qingming, who was a short distance away, had just set up two Defense Magic Arrays for the pair of birds.
Seeing this scene, he said to himself, “This Buddhist Sect’s Sixty-foot Golden Body does have so rits!
It seems that old rat’s first strike has co to naught!”
When the blue mist dispersed, Mile floated gently with wide sleeves, standing there calmly.
His radiant Sixty-foot Golden Body was completely unhard!
Zi Shu, however, wore a look of utter surprise, gently stroking the large iron rod in his hand.
He couldn’t believe that with his Late Quasi-Saint strength, he failed even to breach the defense of a Daluo Golden Immortal.
“You motherf**ker, have you been practicing the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt?” Under the sun’s glare, Zi Shu’s large incisors shone brilliantly, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
“I refuse to believe this curse!” Quite unable to accept the result, Zi Shu amplified his mana to twenty percent, and his large, long rod began to emit a ghostly black glow.
“Roar!” With a low roar, Zi Shu’s arms vibrated continuously, and dark black ripples spread toward the surroundings from the rod.
“Break!” Before the ripples had fully dissipated, Zi Shu crazily smashed the iron rod down onto Mile.
“Boom!”
Like muffled thunder splitting the sky, the dark long stick was incomparable, sucking all the nature’s spiritual energy from the surroundings, creating a vast blurry black space!
Mile’s face turned pale; this strike was sothing he, a re Daluo Golden Immortal, could not withstand.
Heaven have rcy, Mile’s Sixty-foot Golden Body had no ti to defend before it completely collapsed, utterly shattered.
“Hahaha, I knew it!
It’s impossible not to break through the defense of a Daluo Golden Immortal!” Zi Shu, retracting his rod, jumped on the spot with joy and burst into delighted laughter.
Mile’s face turned deathly pale as his Golden Body dissipated, a chilling scene that horrified him.
He thought of how his Sixty-foot Golden Body, refined over thousands of years, was so easily shattered.
Just in the second round, he was demolished by this short Daoist.
This certainly filled Mile, who always considered himself a genius, with a sense of defeat.
“That fatty, let tell you!
These two creatures are my predestined disciples!
How dare you brazenly speak of taking them as your disciples; you truly don’t know life from death!” Zi Shu glared at the ashen-faced Mile, speaking fiercely.
“So that’s where the problem lies,” said Mile, slapping his forehead in annoyance, finally understanding why Zi Shu attacked so crazily and without any rcy.
“Benefactor, that was indeed too much!” Mile swallowed an unknown fruit, secretly taking out and crushing a lotus seed from his cloth bag.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Every creature under heaven has the right to choose their sect!
You can’t simply say that because you t them first, they are your disciples, right?”
Zi Shu didn’t see Mile’s subtle movents, but Li Qingming, not far away, saw everything clearly.
He even secretly hoped that Mile would summon Saint Zhunti.
In the novels about Primordial tis he read in his previous life, even Kong Xuan nearly obliterated Saint Zhunti!
Li Qingming wanted to test the combat power of Saint Zhunti, who’d achieved sainthood.
By the Eight Treasures rit Pool of the Western Heaven Great Leiyin Temple,
Zhunti, who was originally ditating under the Bodhi Tree, suddenly furrowed his brow and said to the Jie Yin beside him, “Elder brother!
Mile has just crushed the communicative lotus seed I gave him, perhaps he has t so trouble in the East!
I shall go to the East and investigate the matter!”
Jie Yin’s long eyebrows trembled slightly as he said, “Go and return quickly!”
“Brother, I understand!” Zhunti laughed lightly and vanished in an instant!
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