This is not my father's attack on Agong Lama.
It was Agong Lama who left it on him, a means to deal with Xinbo!
Those Buddhist beads were made of the bones of fully ordained monks!
The sound of spluttering continued as the Buddhist beads struck Agong Lama, leaving tiny blood marks.
On the other side, the cadaver remained still, seemingly coldly observing everything that was happening.
A faint sigh appeared on the tender cheeks of Agong Lama, and suddenly, he extended his hand towards the back of the corpse.
Shortly after, he held a Zen staff in his hand!
The Zen staff was as tall as his own body, making it look unusually heavy and out of place in the diminutive figure under his eyes.
"Appear as a god! Run!" My father shouted in alarm, charging directly towards Agong Lama!
I got goosebumps all over my body, and the chill ran through me.
How can one run in this situation?
My father cannot delay time.
Agong Lama was different from Xinbo. He hadn't run out of oil and light, and we were already familiar with the body of our rebirth after his previous life and mastery of the realm!
The Zen staff was abruptly lifted, generating a violent gust of wind, aimed at my father!
With this posture and force, a single strike could easily break my father's bones and end his life!
My hands suddenly clenched the incantation, my arms fiercely pushed forward, and I shouted: "Dan Tian Hua Yun, Wei Zhen Qiankun, Shang She Yao Qi, Xia Zhan Xie Fen, Fei Di Shuo Shuo, Yang Feng Wu Ting, Tong Zhen Hua Bian, Zhao Yu Di Jun, Jixi Ru Lun!”
At this moment, I am essentially in my prime, and my strength has even increased significantly compared to before.
I had also thought that I needed to face someone in battle to truly understand my level, but I never expected it to be a living Buddha like Agong Lama!
The night sky is thick with dark clouds, and there is a thunderous boom followed by a sudden flash of white light.
In that instant, to my surprise, Agong Lama did not dodge; instead, he swung the Zen staff towards my father!
The blindness of my vision for a moment.
I am anxious and in a hurry!
"East Qi unites with the Liver, South Qi unites with the Heart, West Qi unites with the Lungs, North Qi unites with the Kidneys. The heaven's thunder rumbles softly, the four portals are distinct. Thunder God and Thunder Mother, Wind Lord and Rain Master, come at my call, do not linger!"
Invoking the spell of summoning the four gods, I murmured it out loud. Instantly, a hot stream flowed through my five organs and six intestines, and I felt my strength had increased by a level.
In a flash, the white light dissipated.
Instead of the sight of me, who was pale and gasping for breath, I saw my father, standing tall and proud.
But what I saw was the monk's robe burnt and the face blurred even a little bit. It was Agong Lama who should have swung his Zen staff at my father. Instead, he raised it high as if he were attracting lightning.
Even the Zen staff now had a flicker of lightning on it, and the hand gripping it was charred, with no blood dripping from it at all.
It wasn't because Agong Lama himself wanted to provoke this heavenly thunder. In fact, his corpse moved, one hand pressing down on his head and the other on his shoulder, forcing him to take this attack.
His corpse, however, remained unscathed, with only some damage to his clothing.
"Oom, ah, moh!"
Agong Lama shouted out three words!
His corpse shook slightly, but there was no more change!
"Hah! Hah! The old wife has good intentions, you know!" Old Gong had also landed on his shoulders, intact and whole. A faint purple mist surrounded him, showing that he was ready to make a final effort as well.
It only occurred to me after the fact that there had been subtle changes in Agong Lama's corpse.
Only now did I realize that there was also a Ding RuiPU following me.
Earlier, when she left my father's body, only I saw a few words moving slightly with her lips.
Only now, as she actually struck out, did Lao Gong realize her position!
"Oom, ah, moh!"
Agong Lama's voice resounded like thunder, and he suddenly retreated. The charred skin on his arms snapped and tore apart, spilling blood. Even the white bone beneath could be seen!
His corpse, however, was like a parasite on the bones, following Agong Lama with great precision in positioning.
The requirements for a person to achieve the state of Exuding the Yang Spirit are too stringent.
Luckily, both my father and I qualify.
Coincidentally, Agong Lama's corpse is that of a living Buddha.
Ding RuiPU's strength is limited. The strongest she can do is this kind of thing. At least, it can intimidate Agong Lama.
Due to the level gap, Agong Lama was unable to expel Ding RuiPU from his corpse.
"Go! What are you still staring at the show for?" Lao Gong urged immediately.
I rushed forward, supporting my father, and the two of us, along with the ghost, retreated in a pitiful manner towards Dashian.
We ran without stopping, even daring not to glance back.
After a while, we finally entered the area of Dashian.
In my understanding, the nighttime in Dashian was very quiet recently.
The boss of the breakfast shop had mentioned earlier that the economic situation was bad, tourists were scarce, and with the incident, the tourism industry was in decline. As a result, there were few people on the streets, making the nights quiet.
However, because of the appearance of the living Buddha, more people have come to Dashian for fame.
Even at night, people are still walking on the road, many shops are open, and there are even some taxis and networked cars driving around.
Both of us got into a car, and I calmly urged the driver to start the car and leave Dashian first.
The driver was startled, but he didn't dare to speak, and drove the car on.
In the rearview mirror, I saw that my face was truly dark.
And because of Lao Gong's adjustment to my facial bones, I looked extremely fierce.
My father looked a bit better, with a paler complexion, indicating that he had not seen the sun for a long time.
It wasn't until the car had left Dashian by a considerable distance that I remembered that I was completely broke, and my phone was nowhere to be found. All I had that belonged to me were the talismans.
It's not good to tell my father about it directly, so I had to ask him if his phone was still there and use it to charge it in the car.
My father luckily had his phone with him, and he asked the driver to help charge it.
Lao Gong whispered in my ear, saying that there was nothing to be afraid of. Just wear the monk's robe, and if things get tight, we can have the driver go to the Five Great Temples and ask for money. We can just write a receipt saying that it was Agong Lama who owes it.
I had no desire to argue with Lao Gong.
This ride had been going on for quite some time. I told the driver to head towards a city with the nearest high-speed railway.
When he dropped us off, it was already daylight.
My father paid the driver, and both of us got off the car.
The clouds above us started to dissipate as we left the border region.
I didn't immediately go to the high-speed railway station. Instead, I told my dad to find a hotel and check in using his ID first. Then I went to wash my face and look in the mirror. I found the wounds embedded by Lao Gong where he had implanted the tiny bones into me.
The wounds were very small, had long healed, and even in some places, there were only scars.
I used the pointed tip of Gao Tian Jian's sword to pry it open, and forcefully squeezed out the foreign bone inside.
Blood had almost soaked through my face.
After feeling the emptiness at those spots, although the pain was still there, it wasn't as severe, and I felt a lot more relaxed overall.
In some way, the changes in my face seemed to change my personality subtly.
After all, the absence of foreign objects from my face allowed my nervous tension to dissipate.
My father was on the phone in the room, and I could tell he had called my mother and had a few conversations with Zhenying.
After washing my face clean again and letting the wounds scab over, I came out of the bathroom.
"Come, manifest yourself, and talk to Zhenying."
As he finished speaking, his expression suddenly stiffened, as if he had remembered something, and there was a hint of complexity in his demeanor.
