Chapter 210: What to do if you were in seclusion for so long that you grew hemorrhoids? (1/2)

Chapter 210: What to do if you were in seclusion for so long that you grew hemorrhoids?

Translator: Stardu5t Editor: Kurisu

Senior Brother Three Realms said he wanted to send a USB flash drive containing the ❮Immovable Body of the Buddha❯, but did he casually send a person along with it?

That couldn’t be the case, right? Just as Song Shuhang was thinking about it, that black flying sword already got closer and closer.

And then… there was indeed a person on it.

He was a little bald-headed boy, roughly around 8 years old, with his mouth making shrieks with the same rhythmic tempo as Song Shuhang at that time.

This little baldy was chubby and plump, his whole face was round, and his eyes very big. He had the kind of look that people were generally fond of—the cute little fatty look that made people wish they could nibble his face whenever they see it.

But at this time, tears were gus.h.i.+ng from the cute small monk’s eyes… due to the extreme speed of the flying sword, his mucus and saliva were flying behind him and his little face turned pale due to excessive fright.

The last time Senior White sent Song Shuhang, he had created a layer of light and glued Song Shuhang to it.

However, there was no layer of light between the small monk’s body and the surface of the flying sword. It was purely the ‘material delivering flying sword’ technique.

At this moment, the small monk was tenaciously clinging onto the flying sword with his whole body in order not to fall from the flying sword. Luckily, his monk’s robes, which were made from some unknown material, did not get torn or cut by the sharp flying sword when he was hugging onto it tightly. Hence, he did not get cut into half by the flying sword.

The only thing that was better than Song Shuhang was that his hair wouldn’t become like Shamate 1 youths’ broom-like hair or ‘exploded’ hair—for the small monk did not have any hair to begin with.

”Senior White, is my vision getting worse lately, or do I see a small monk on the flying sword?”

”Yeah, there is a small monk,” Senior White nodded calmly.

”d.a.m.n, there really is a small monk on it. Didn’t Senior Brother Three Realms only send a USB flash drive? Why did he send along a small monk?” Song Shuhang pinched his chin. Suddenly, both his eyes lit up and said, ”Senior White, could it be that this small monk is the ‘sword spirit’ of the flying sword?”

”No, you think too much.” Senior White calmly continued, ”That is just an ordinary First Stage small monk who just completed the Foundation Establishment.”

”…” Song Shuhang felt his scalp swell—his subconsciousness was telling him that, perhaps, this could be another huge trouble knocking on his door.

”Swoos.h.!.+”

The flying sword gracefully landed in front of Senior White, steadily floating in midair.

The small monk finally stopped screaming.

A moment later, he reached out with his hands and wiped his tears and attempted to get up from the flying sword with both legs trembling. However, his legs were too wobbly—he tried getting up quite a number of times but failed.

”h.e.l.lo, benefactors.” The small monk was laying on the sword with his palms put together in a respectful greeting. Then, he turned his head towards Song Shuhang in a robot-like manner asking, ”Benefactor, can you lend me a helping hand...? My legs are wobbly, I can’t get down.”

Song Shuhang forced a laugh and was preparing to pick the small monk up.

Senior White suddenly started pondering seriously and started chanting the sword formula as he said, ”Shuhang, that fella Three Realms most likely sent the wrong item. I feel that we should send the flying sword and the small monk back.”

”Oh, oh, yeah, you’re right.” Song Shuhang nodded, ”But Senior, can you use this sword?”

At that time, Medicine Master was unable to activate Great Master Profound Principle’s flying sword and even needed Song Shuhang’s help in sending the flying sword back via express delivery.

Venerable White replied, ”Don’t worry, this time Monk Profound Principle had already undid the lock on the flying sword. His disciple Three Realms could use it, I can also activate the flying sword and channel my spiritual energy into it and send it flying back.”

”Don’t do it, no… this small monk will die!” The small monk was unable to maintain his stern look and started shouting.

At the same time, he quickly reached his hand and took out a USB flash drive from the sword hilt and said, ”You must be Senior Brother Song Shuhang, this is what Senior Brother Three Realms wanted to send you! Inside, it contains the supplementary technique, ❮Immovable Body of the Buddha❯. This small monk will not tell lies, once you open it, you’ll know.”

Song Shuhang took the USB flash drive and gave it to Senior White.

Senior White took it and examined it for a bit before saying, ”Yeah, there isn’t a problem with the USB flash drive, it is indeed this one. As for the restriction lock, I will contact Three Realms in a while to get him to send the technique to undo it.”

Song Shuhang nodded his head in silence.

”Senior Brother Shuhang, can you help me get down now?” The small monk used pitiful eyes to look at Song Shuhang with both palms joined together and a pleading facial expression.

”Yeah, but you are?” Song Shuhang asked.

”I am Guoguo, 6 years old this year. I am Abbot Profound Principle’s 78th direct disciple!” The small monk had a stern little face but his forehead could not hide his happiness. He said, ”I just completed my Foundation Establishment not long ago; when I get promoted to the Second Stage I would be able to get my own dharma name! I am very awesome!”

This little fatty was actually only six years old, but his appearance was undoubtedly that of an 8-year-old’s.

”Did you sneak out?” Song Shuhang asked.

The small monk’s facial expression changed. A moment later, he clenched his teeth and looked like he was at a loss, then said, ”No! I… right, Senior Brother Three Realms sent me here!”

After finis.h.i.+ng his sentence, he put his palms together once again and continuously chanted the many names of Buddha.

”Oh.” Song Shuhang nodded.

Thereafter, Song Shuhang took out his phone—he was about about to give Senior Brother Three Realms a call.

The small monk had sharp eyes, and he could see who Song Shuhang was trying to contact on his phone. His face turned white immediately, ”I’m sorry! Senior Brother Shuhang, this small monk indeed sneaked out. Please do not call Senior Brother Three Realms!”

At the side, Senior White plainly said, ”Monks cannot tell lies. You broke the rules.”