361 Bun (2/2)

Since he had entered the human realm, he would continue to face endless challenges. Youngest Uncle had defeated the powerhouses of the world with a sword and created a name for the Academy in the world. Ning Que was mentally prepared for a situation like this, but he was not prepared for it today.

Ning Que did not like the Yuelun Kingdom or the White Tower temple at all because of the stories told on the journey to the Wilderness, the conflict with the Flower Addict, and because of that vile old woman called Quni Madi. However, his perception of the disciples of the Buddhism Sect did change after his battle with monk Guan Hai earlier.

He looked at the middle-aged sadhu and said sincerely, ”I have something urgent on today, could you wait a few days?”

Dao Shi said calmly, ”The Buddhism Sect is particular about fate. I have come a long way from Yuelun and met you in this vibrant city of Chang'an. How could I miss this opportunity?”

Ning Que frowned slightly.

Chen Pipi looked at his haggard expression and knew that his emotional state these days and he was not well and that he had not rested. He could not help but shake his head. He smiled at Dao Shi and said, ”How about me?”

Dao Shi said seriously, ”I am not an opponent of Mr. Twelve.”

Chen Pipi was stunned, and smiled in anger. ”If you really want to challenge the Academy, it wouldn't make a difference whether I or my Younger Brother fight. Are you monks shameless?”

A slight smile appeared on Dao Shi's tanned face. He said, ”Those who serve the Buddha do not need to feel shame.”

Ning Que had not slept, ate or drank since yesterday morning. He had been tortured by fear and frustration and yelled at the lake for an entire night. It did not make him feel better, which was why he was very annoyed at the moment.

When he heard what the monk from the White Tower Temple had said, he got even more irritated. He was so irritated he couldn't breathe, and was so annoyed, he was bordering hysterics. He was so annoyed, he just said, ”I admit defeat.”

The middle-aged monk said, ”You have admitted defeat before we even got to battle. This is meaningless.”

Ning Que looked at the middle-aged man's darkish face and the deep wrinkles that looked like mountain streams on his face. After a moment of silence, he said, ”You pick a place then.”

The middle-aged monk said, ”The Buddhism Sect is particular about fate. Since I have met Mr. Thirteen here, this place shall be it.”

Ning Que looked at the people walking by him, and at the children not far away who were salivating over the hot buns. He asked coldly, ”Have I offended you?”

The middle-aged monk replied calmly, ”We have never met.”

Ning Que asked, ”Then why do you have to torture me so?”

The middle-aged monk looked into his eyes and said, ”You have insulted Aunt in the wilderness.”

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, ”It's not like you're Yang Guo.”

Chen Pipi came to his side and whispered, ”Even though I don't know who Yang Guo is, but I think you have succeeded in stirring up his desire to battle. I have to remind you, that there're very weird arts in the Buddhism Sect. This sadhu walks on the path of lotus flowers and a world devoid of ugliness. You might not be able to beat him. Shall we just leave? Since I am here, he would not dare to stop you by force.”

Ning Que turned around to look at him and said, ”Do you not feel that he is the one who had stirred up my desire to battle?”

Chen Pipi asked, ”Why do you wish to battle?”

Ning Que answered, ”Because I am annoyed.”

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The middle-aged monk smiled at Ning Que and put down the bun in his hand.

No matter how time passed, everything ends up as a mud bun.

A bun appeared, a mud bun and a grave mound appeared before Ning Que's eyes.

The solitary grave became clearer and bigger in his eyes, gradually obscuring the fog from the businesses on the streets, and were about to hide the happy smiles of children holding meat buns.

Ning Que was not astonished. He knew that the disappearance of the real world in front of him did not represent anything in reality. It was just that he had been dragged into the sadhu's spiritual world.

The middle-aged monk was a Psyche Master!

A Psyche Master could use his Psyche Power and attack his enemy's sense of perception directly. He would use his Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth and attack his enemy's internal organs. It was strong and left no traces and was hard to defend against.

The cultivation community had always been aware of the fact that among cultivators of the same state, the Psyche Master was the most powerful.

Ning Que had met a Psyche Master before.

The first cultivator he had met in this world was Lyu Qingchen. He was a Grand Psyche Master in the Seethrough State.

But he had never fought with a Psyche Master.

He had not expected that a Psyche Master from the Buddhism Sect would be so powerful.

The desolate solitary grave before him grew closer and closer.

Reality grew closer and closer.

Ning Que's sense of perception was empty.

On the streets of reality.

He closed his eyes, pulled out the chopper at his waist and chopped at the bald head.

Before the grave in the spiritual world.

He opened his eyes, and pulled out the chopper at his waist, and chopped down at the grave.

It was filled with annoyance and a killing intent that had accumulated over a day and a night.

It was all within this blade.

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