The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 550 - 549

Chapter 550: 549

Seeing Ye Tian still gasping with his mouth open on the ground, the little monk’s heart burned with rage. He lifted the Zen Stick in his hand again and quickly took two steps to the front of Bodhi, swinging it down vehemently, yet as expected, it still did not touch Bodhi at all.

Standing at a distance, Bodhi looked at the little monk holding the Zen Stick and asked softly, "Little monk, let me ask you, why do you want to save him?"

"Because he is my life-saving benefactor," the little monk replied confidently, and indeed, he had no reason not to be confident.

"A life-saving benefactor? Life is one’s own; why need someone else to save it? Your life is your path; if you cannot even protect your own path, how can you have the face to live in this world?"

His face still gentle, only his actions were not as pleasing as his smile. The hand knife that had nearly killed Ye Tian appeared again, and this time, it was aimed at the little monk before him.

Seeing Bodhi charging with the hand knife, the little monk roared, no longer polite as before. He swung the massive Zen Stick across, but unexpectedly, Bodhi merely parried lightly, and the Zen Stick split into two, the dragon-headed Zen head flying off, leaving only the Zen handle in his hand. The little monk made do with what he had. While his master loved meat, and when they went down the mountain to beg for alms, although the little monk had never killed a dog himself, he had seen how the butchers did it when he accompanied his master to sell dog meat. They killed the dogs by hitting them directly with a stick.

Later, while eating dog meat dipped in garlic paste, his master shared his experience with the little monk, "Boy, those dog killers down the mountain are all fools. The hardest part of a dog is its head. If you ever return to secular life and decide to sell dog meat, you should strangle the dogs with a rope instead of hitting them, got it?"

Since there was no rope in hand, he would have to use the stick to strike.

Standing on the sidelines, ready to intervene and save his disciple at any moment, Ku Rong saw his beloved disciple greeting someone with a stick to the head and cursed internally, "Have you really become a dog killer?"

Of course, this move was absolutely ineffective. Bodhi chuckled coldly, cutting the gilded stick again with his hand knife, the blade heading straight for the little monk’s head, "A fine head, yet you let others take it. Little monk, if you regret it now, I can let you go. Just be an honest monk and cultivate your Three Thousand Paths."

With only the last foot of the stick left, no different from a rolling pin, this little distance might as well be used to roll dumpling wrappers back home for the Mistress. Using it to fight? Forget about it.

Seeing the little monk frequently looking down at the stick in his hand, Bodhi asked again, "Is it your life or the life of your life-saving benefactor that you want?"

"Sigh," the little monk looked at Ye Tian still struggling to breathe and gently shook his head, threw the stick away, and silently turned to leave.

The old monk outside the arena felt a surge of joy. He had a successor indeed! Who says monks must universally save sentient beings, who says a master must rescue the world, who says Buddha Beads must sympathize with the suffering of humanity? The most important thing for people is naturally to love themselves first! Having a thicker skin is no issue.

Clearly not expecting the little monk to just turn and walk away, Bodhi was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure, a trace of mocking smile hanging on his lips—he wasn’t sure whether he was truly laughing at himself or others. The Blade Qi wrapped around his palm disappeared, and he quietly stood there watching the little monk turn away but then double back to Ye Tian’s side, squatting down and helping Ye Tian stand up.

"Wait, little master, you cannot take this man away."

Ye Tian’s broken arm rested on the shoulder of the little monk, whereas his other arm hung limply at one side, halted by Bodhi behind him. Slowly turning his head to look at Bodhi, a smile formed at the corner of Ye Tian’s mouth, "Bodhi Master, must we really fight to the death?"

"You’re not dead yet?"

"How could I possibly be dead? My path is not yet complete."

Bodhi’s expression remained unchanged as his palm slowly wrapped with Blade light again, "Your path is merely a journey to report to the underworld."

Suddenly, the Three Feet Golden Light in Ye Tian’s hand grew a bit more intensely before completely disappearing.

Bodhi frowned, "Isn’t this Panchen Finger?"

"Yes. However, this is only the third strike of the Panchen Finger."

Bodhi’s ever-gentle face finally changed as he asked in a deep voice, "Is there really a third strike to the Panchen Finger?"

Ye Tian smiled slightly, "Of course."

Ye Tian, who had been slashed by many blades, for the first time, slowly bled from the corner of his mouth.

The earth trembled, and the Great Zen Master, who had been spectating from the outside, could no longer afford to be distracted. If the spectacle continued, the Barrier would be shattered, possibly causing a localized earthquake. Being in the Capital, any oddity could be traced back by the seismological department; not even jumping into the Yellow River or bleach could cleanse them then.

Following this true tremor, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have sensed something, gathering in this area. The Great Zen Master admitted to himself that he did not have the power to dispel the clouds. If his powers were that great, he wouldn’t be here anymore; he might as well fly to the heavens and become an immortal.

Seeing the Barrier shattering too severely, even stamping hundreds of feet wouldn’t easily restore it this time. The Great Zen Master pulled out a package of long nails wrapped in yellow paper from his kasaya, walked around the large circle of the Barrier, and nailed a spike every few distances until he ran out of nails. Despite the Barrier still looking severely damaged, no trace of killing aura leaked out, and the recently gathered dark clouds also gradually dispersed. Hopefully, this slight abnormality wouldn’t attract the attention of the earthquake bureau or meteorological department.

The Great Zen Master looked at Ye Tian, who had caused such disaster, and cursed before spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Outside the Barrier, all seemed peaceful, yet it could not mask the earth-shattering dynamics within.

The grandly intense atmosphere was locked within this relatively small five-mile radius. It could neither reach the Heavenly Court above nor dissipate into the earth below, only swirling repeatedly in this confined space. The immense and endless True Qi eventually condensed into tangible killing aura, with sharp ravines occasionally scarring the ground as if slashed by a great blade, along with those arrow-like energies.