The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 542 - 541

Chapter 542: 541

Fortunately, the spectators this time were of relatively high quality.

Monk Kurong of Two Zen Temple had already set down his Nine Dragons Golden Lacquer Zen Staff and leaned against a willow tree to the side.

"Master, it’s not good to leave the Zen Stick there."

The little monk looked at the staff leaning against the tree and asked softly.

Monk Kurong laughed and said, "Do you want it? Then take it."

The little monk made a face. "Master, you’re making fun of me again. When have I ever said I wanted that Zen Stick? I just think that since it was given to us, out of courtesy, we should hold onto it."

"Bah, courtesy! It’s all just for show. Even this robe, I don’t want to wear it. None are as comfortable as my old clothes."

Seeing his master somewhat annoyed, the little monk fell silent but thought of the officials who had entered the mountains that day. According to what the second senior brother who usually went out to beg for alms said, those people who came to the temple could only be seen on television normally, said to be some national-level cadre officers. They came to invite the master to attend some Buddhist Law conference.

The little monk was puzzled; what matter could make the master come down from the mountains. The master, who usually wore coarse and patched linen clothes, looked quite handsome in a golden Kasaya this time. Although he was a bit older, older meant more distinguished!

"You little rascal, what are you thinking about? Are you coveting your master’s robe? Don’t worry, I will definitely leave it to you. No, when we return to the temple, I will give it to you. I don’t know what those people were thinking, sewing over a dozen taels of gold onto clothes, who the hell can wear that!"

Ah, this master, always cursing; not a bit like a high monk at all.

Glancing back at the Zen Stick, the little monk decided it was safer to keep it in hand. What if he forgot to take it when leaving? That would be a big loss!

Thinking this, he hurried over. Suddenly, a small mound rose under his foot, and a purple scorpion emerged from the mound, its poison-filled tail aimed straight at the unsuspecting little monk about to step down. By the time he realized it was too late, the inertia of the human body was not so easily dealt with. One step down, and the little life would have been lost there.

The old monk saw and snorted coldly but did not make any move.

If anyone observant saw this, they would know that the uncivil-spoken old monk simply stopped the fist-sized purple scorpion with a cold snort from fifty meters away, smashing it back into the dirt, completely squashed. Coincidentally, the little monk stepped right on it, completely unharmed.

The little monk, still shaken, twisted his head back to look inside the Barrier. In there, a giant scorpion was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws; it was so huge that even a heavy-duty truck would only be half its size! Clearly, this giant scorpion had somehow managed to break the limits of the Barrier’s setting. A few other scattered scorpions emerged from the earth outside, but it was all over in an instant, crushed into the ground by the people outside.

Ye Tian’s heart shook with fright. What other tricks did this kid have up his sleeve? Logically, he couldn’t have such a strong regeneration ability! If things continued in this way, it would be an endless cycle with no end, and he would be worn down to death by this fellow!

Three shining fragments appeared in the palm of Shangjia Moti; Ye Tian saw them and his heart chilled, those were Bodhi seeds!

Among the Five Elements, wood represents endless life. No wonder the kid could revive again and again.

This is getting tricky! Ye Tian started to inwardly complain. No wonder this old lad had gotten cocky—it turns out he’s been cheating all along! How am I supposed to play with that? If this goes on, I’m dead meat!

Thank goodness I, Ye Tian, am not someone who’s particularly obsessed with saving face. After all, the thin skin on my face isn’t worth much. As long as the green hills are still there, I won’t worry about firewood. Let’s just call it quits on this matter for now; we can always talk about it later—if ever. Actually, let’s hope it never comes up again. If anyone feels like discussing it, they can find someone else.

"Hold on!"

Ye Tian immediately decided and, with a grand gesture, said, "State Preceptor, I feel there’s a slight misunderstanding between us. Why don’t we sit down now for a pot of tea and clear it up? If that’s not possible, we could drink a tael or two of liquor, sharing wine and laughter—wouldn’t that be delightful?"

The only response he received was the sight of purple scorpions, emerging from the ground, swarming towards him.

Ye Tian was infuriated yet helpless. In the end, he had no choice but to flee for his life. As he turned and ran, he did not forget to curse at Shangjia Moti, who was chanting spells behind him, "Damn it!"

The little monk, clutching the Zen Stick, returned to the Monk’s side, still trembling as if he had been scared by that scorpion just now.

"Fearful?"

The Monk furrowed his brows and asked.

The little monk grimaced, "Master, you know as well as I do, all I’m good at is blabbering on stage, I’ve never fought anyone."

The Monk nodded slightly, "True." Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he turned to the little monk, saying, "Your master has just thought of a brilliant idea. What do you think?"

Seeing those bright eyes, the little monk unconsciously stepped back, timidly saying, "Master, I’ve always taken care of you well, you can’t just make fun of me."

The Monk smiled slightly, "You, my disciple, what are you talking about? Come here, let me have a good look at you."

As the Monk spoke, he gently waved his hand, and the little disciple had to walk over with the Zen Stick, probably resigned to his fate, with a devil-may-care tone, "Old man, just speak your mind. If I chicken out, my pants will be empty!"

The Monk spoke unhurriedly and deeply, "If you admit you’ve got no balls, I’ll not bother you anymore!"

The little monk immediately stood with righteousness, "You filthy men, your behaviors are so indecent on regular days. How can you face the wives of those people at home..."

"Scram! Go inside!"

The Monk didn’t show any mercy; he picked up the little monk and threw him directly into the White Light Barrier. The sound of copper rings from the Nine Dragons Golden Lacquer Zen Stick echoed crisply, stirred by the Array within the Barrier.

The little monk, who had just been betrayed by his master, landed firmly, not entirely stable as a rock but at least not falling to the ground. However, the look of silent accusation he shot back shattered Monk Kurong’s old heart into pieces. It seemed this little guy was likely to snitch about the old man once back at the temple.