364 Buddhas Head and Meat Buns (2/2)

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A single movement of Psyche would affect things thousands miles away and cause changes which needed thousands years.

The battle in the spiritual realm had taken a long time, but in physical world, only a short moment had passed.

At that moment, one more section of the intestines the skinny martial monk held in his hands fell out. Chen Pipi's whose face was pale, thought that Ning Que had died. Then, he decided that he would smash his obsessions and rules and begin on a lifetime quest of killing Buddha.

A slight breeze came through the streets shortly after the moment.

The slight breeze dissipated the steam from the bun shop and swirled around the corners of Ning Que's robes. It tousled his hair that was tied carelessly. It blew at the big black umbrella, causing it to sway gently.

An aura radiated from Ning Que together with the morning breeze. The aura was filled with vitality, pride and confidence. It was extremely strong.

Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who stood by the door of the shop.

Because of this glance, the middle-aged monk's forehead sunk in with a soft pop.

The sound was small, but it sounded terrifying in on the morning streets.

The middle-aged monk's pure land of lotus flowers had been ruined, and his dedication to Buddha destroyed. His Psyche Power had been blocked and reflected by the odd big black umbrella, breaking his brain!

The dazed middle-aged man looked at Ning Que in shock, angrily, and sadly. Blood flowed from the corners of his lips as his throat gurgled. He yelled with all his strength, ”You are... you are the m...”

He was in a hurry to speak before his death but could only manage to say that.

Chen Pipi's face was pale and he flicked his sleeves forcefully.

The skinny martial monk who had been blocking him bellowed. He pulled down on the sharp blade in his abdomen, and the blood that splattered out flew towards Chen Pipi as he tried to stop him again.

Chen Pipi had already been stopped by him once, and would not give him another chance after the shock. The Qi of Heaven and Earth began to brew, and it easily deflected the blood that was heading towards him. There was a tearing sound, and his sleeves were torn to shreds and flicking out like lightning. Then, they turned into a thread of catkin that tapped the lips of the middle-aged monk, forcing the words back into his throat.

Ning Que was even more certain that he must not allow the middle-aged monk to reveal his secret before his death. The Great Spirit exploded from his body and came to the other man. His hand cut down like a knife.

His palm had not made contact with the middle-aged monk's neck.

But a thin red line appeared on the middle-aged monk's neck.

The middle-aged monk's head twisted and fell.

At that moment, when the cloth from Chen Pipi's sleeves made a slithering sound and wrapped around that thin bloody line. It tied the middle-aged monk's head that was about to fall tightly to his body.

The martial pale monk holding on to his intestines, turned around and squeezed through the crowds on the street.

Chen Pipi looked at the back of the martial monk silently, as if he was hesitating.

Ning Que glanced at Chen Pipi.

Chen Pipi looked at the sky.

All was calm on the streets of Chang'an. Some were selling buns, and children blew at their meat buns and took a bit carefully. They were both happy and regretful as they tasted the meat stuffs. They were happy that the stuffs tasted so good, but were regretful that they had reached the filling so quickly.

The middle-aged monk outside the bun shop sat down slowly. No one knew that he had died, and no one noticed that there was a monk who held on to his intestines walking away painfully in the crowd.

Ning Que took out his arrow box and began to assemble his bow and arrow quietly.

He aimed at the calm and happy street of Chang'an and shot a Primordial Thirteen Arrow.

The talisman arrow flew through the air. No one knew where it ended.

There were too many people on the street and he could not see if he had managed to shoot the fleeing martial monk.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at a spot further down. Someone yelled in fear, ”Someone's dead!”

Ning Que held his arrow box, carried his black umbrella and disappeared into a side alley with Chen Pipi.

The distant commotion quickly traveled to the bun shop.

The timid but curious children yelled in fear and called for their friends and run towards that direction.

A little boy who held a big meat bun accidentally knocked the middle-aged monk sitting outside the shop when he ran by. He dropped the meat bun from his hands.

The child looked at the bun rolling on the ground and was about to cry.

The middle-aged monk's head fell off gently together with the strip of cloth tying it to his body. It rolled on the ground like another meat bun.

The child rubbed his eyes and began to cry loudly when he saw the monk's head.

The calm and joyful atmosphere on the streets disappeared with the sound of crying.

After all, pure land was fake.

Reality was always much more sinister and dangerous.

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