Struggling,

Grappling,

Stalemate,

The courage to try even knowing failure awaits,

The unwavering tenacity even in the face of heart-wrenching pain,

The plan to behead the three corpses failed, instead nourishing his opponent's progress, making Ying Gou's worry even heavier.

No,

He wouldn't think he was worried,

Nor would he admit that he was falling into decline,

He was supreme,

Omnipotent,

Of this,

He was always certain,

Undoubtedly!

However,

This didn't stop him from acting contrary to his words.

In the countless false reincarnations of the past, many lives had seen accidents, but they had mostly remained stable.

This life,

Everything seemed to have gone awry,

First, the almost insane arrangements of that little sister ghost messenger,

Then, Zhou Ze's own altered identity,

Plus the legacy left by the Mount Tai Prefecture Lord,

All sorts of coincidences or non-coincidences,

Made this lifetime's watchdog,

Rushing wildly toward a rhythm of losing control!

Walking the dog without a leash is like the dog walking the dog.

Who is the dog and who is the master depends on who holds the leash.

Over this period of time,

Ying Gou slowly began to feel,

As if he was starting to be restrained by Boss Zhou in many ways.

His dignity,

His pride,

His glory,

Absolutely forbade himself from becoming a vicious dog leashed and raised by someone else,

Absolutely not!

Painful screams echoed from Zhou Ze's throat,

This,

Was his attitude!

Bai Yingying knelt beside him, heartbroken and weeping;

The dark-skinned girl lay on her side, stunned with fear.

Only Zhou Ze himself was still continuing this,

Battle with himself!

However,

Just then,

From under the billboard that had been smashed with a hole in its side,

Came the sound of metal clanging,

Someone staggered to their feet amidst the rubble.

Under the night sky, it seemed very abrupt.

The white practice clothes were now stained with thick blood and were very dirty. His already unattractive head now had several large lumps of blood, making him look very frightening.

Actually,

At first, although the bald monk's head wasn't pretty, he still had a certain air when wearing his kasaya and chanting "Amitabha," because he was truly a high monk with genuine cultivation.

But now,

He really had no image left.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

The bald monk breathed heavily,

His left face was swollen high,

From Zhou Ze's slap just now,

Probably not many teeth were left.

Zhou Ze had just been ruthless, and although the dark-skinned girl wasn't particularly beautiful, someone who could break a girl's legs without a word and then poison her was definitely not someone who was "soft-hearted."

So,

When he slapped the bald monk away earlier,

Zhou Ze hadn't held back,

He thought he should have killed this monk,

Who knew this monk would be so,

Tough!

Seeing the bald monk come out,

Zhou Ze also silently stopped his "self-harm" and slightly twisted his neck, holding his hand over the wound on his chest, pressing it back in.

The wound was scabbing over and no longer bleeding.

Earlier,

The bald monk could suppress Bai Yingying with his physical skills,

And now,

Even after Zhou Ze's strike,

He could still stand up again,

This cockroach-like vitality,

Was truly shocking.

Being able to take a beating,

Meant you could live longer!

"Pfft!"

The bald monk spat out a mouthful of blood,

With a few broken teeth inside,

And even some unknown fragments.

He stuck out his neck,

Stubbornly maintaining his swaying figure,

Like a proud rooster!

The dark-skinned girl lay on the ground, the chains on her body had not yet dissipated. She could only turn her head and watch the bald monk staggering toward her.

For some reason,

She suddenly felt a sense of shock.

This monk,

Although he was full of heresies and twisted logic,

Although he liked to act like a smiling tiger,

Although he was very cunning and liked to be scheming,

But,

Why hadn't she noticed before,

That he could be so ugly?

Yes,

At this moment,

The dark-skinned girl didn't think that the bald monk continuing to stand up was something brave and admirable.

Are you out of your mind?

You could have just played dead under the billboard,

Did you think this was a TV series?

Still getting up to fake a corpse!

Afraid you didn't have enough screen time, so you came out to steal the show?

Did you feel like you didn't die dramatically enough the first time,

And wanted the director to give you another take with a different pose?

Couldn't you just let this big brother end his suicide peacefully!

No,

No,

If he commits suicide, who will detoxify me!

The dark-skinned girl was caught in her own internal struggle. Severely injured, she seemed to have become dull-witted.

The bald monk walked to within twenty meters of Zhou Ze,

He grinned,

Seeming to smile,

But the swollen cheeks and the toothless gums,

Made him look like he was crying.

"You say,

You mortals say, the world has no Buddha;

Then this monk,

Today,

Will let you see, let you see,

What is the true Buddha!"

He had lost so many teeth, and his face was so swollen,

He was slurring his words,

But the bald monk still clung to that arrogant stubbornness of his.

Zhou Ze looked at him,

Like he was looking at an idiot.

Then,

Zhou Ze looked at his own palm,

Was it because he was bombed by the relic last time,

That he had suffered too much damage?

So now he couldn't even kill an ordinary person with one punch?

The monk closed his mouth,

But his abdomen began to bulge,

It seemed that he also felt that his voice was not accurate now,

So,

He simply used ventriloquism.

Heaven knows why this monk would be bored enough to learn this stuff,

But now it really came in handy!

The voice of the ventriloquism was a bit deep, but it gave people a sonorous feeling, and in this dark night, it seemed even more solemn!

"The Buddha is in the heart;

The Buddha is under the feet;

The Buddha is you and me;

The Buddha is all beings;

All beings are Buddha,

The Buddha is that pure land under all living things,

The Buddha may not exist,

But when you need it,

The Buddha is in front of you.

Great freedom,

Great Boundlessness,

The suffering of the world, countless reincarnations,

In the end,

Converge into a sentence:

My Buddha is merciful!"

The bald monk put his palms together,

A light rose from his body,

At this time,

He truly had the spirit of 'I will go even if there are ten thousand people'!

Moreover,

This time, the Buddha's light that rippled from his body was not pure brightness, but more like the thickness of an egg yolk, flowing out like mercury pouring onto the ground.

And the bald monk standing in the center of this "egg yolk,"

Actually seemed so sacred and inviolable.

"The Buddha is eternal, the Buddha does not care about time, the Buddha is in the past, the Buddha is in the present, and the Buddha is also in the future.

The Buddha does not care about existence or non-existence,

The Buddha does not care about birth and death,

The sentient beings of the three realms,

Do not know how many Buddhas there are,

Because there are Buddhist monks walking,

Preaching the Dharma,

Leading people to observe the Buddha,

Today,

This monk,

Will pay homage to the Buddha for you!"

The bald monk reached out and touched the top of Zhou Ze's head,

The true Buddha strokes my head,

Guiding me into the gate of emptiness!

The Dharma is boundless,

Rolling Buddha's light rippled out,

Crushing towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze stood still,

Just calmly watching the monk in front of him.

However,

Until the monk's hand was about to touch Zhou Ze's hair,

Zhou Ze moved.

When Zhou Ze moved,

The bald monk was obviously stunned,

He,

Could still move?

Under the pure Buddha's light,

He could still move!

Amitabha! Amitabha!

This damn script was wrong,

This monk had already powered up,

Exceeded his normal level!

Zhou Ze directly grabbed the bald monk's wrist,

Without too much expression,

Nor any extra explanation,

Compared to the bald monk's long and splendid speech just now,

Zhou Ze's response was a bit too hurtful in its simplicity,

He,

Uttered a word:

"Dirty."

Yes,

Disgusted that your hand was dirty,

So,

Don't touch my hair.

Then,

A toss!

The bald monk was like a chick caught by an eagle and thrown into the air,

As he fell,

Zhou Ze punched out!

"Bang!"

A muffled impact,

Mixed with a series of ear-piercing and scalp-numbing sounds of bones cracking continuously,

Biu!

The bald monk, who had just been so impressive,

And had looked like a protagonist powering up, once again made a parabolic movement, smashed onto the riverbank, and made a "bang" sound. The riverbank was also stirred up a lot, causing waves on the river.

The dark-skinned girl breathed a sigh of relief,

Blinking her eyes,

At this time,

She felt that her policy of non-resistance,

Was so wise and correct.

It wasn't that she was too cowardly,

But the enemy was too strong, too unsolvable.

Bai Yingying also breathed a sigh of relief,

No matter how funny and quirky the bald monk was,

At least he stopped the boss from self-harming,

Why hasn't her boss woken up yet,

Boss,

Please wake up soon,

If you don't wake up, your body will be ruined by that person...

However,

Just as Zhou Ze reached out to reopen the scab on his chest,

While there was still time,

So that he could continue the tug-of-war for a while longer,

On the riverbank,

Another loud chant came:

"When the Bodhisattva Avalokiteśvara practices the profound Prajna Paramita, he illuminates the five aggregates and sees that they are all empty, liberating all suffering and distress.

Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form. Form itself is emptiness, emptiness itself is form. So too are feeling, thought, volition, and consciousness..."

Dark-skinned girl: "Holy crap, Monk, can you still do it?"

Bai Yingying: "Good job, Monk, keep it up, please hold on until the boss wakes up! Otherwise, he will start self-harming again!"

Zhou Ze's fingernails had just touched the scab,

And had to stop,

At this moment,

The corners of Zhou Ze's mouth couldn't help but twitch,

That guy,

Wasn't dead yet?

He,

Had regressed to this point?

Walking a few steps towards the side of the road,

Zhou Ze saw on the riverbank,

That the bald monk covered in blood had staggered to his feet again,

This time,

It wasn't ventriloquism,

Nor spoken language,

But the sound of the Buddhist scriptures,

Kept coming from the shore with the sound of the river,

The bald monk raised his hands high,

Like a madman:

"Today,

This disciple begs to open the gate of emptiness,

To invite the Buddha,

To subdue the demon!"

In the center of the river,

Illuminated by the moonlight,

It seemed as if a golden Buddhist gate really appeared,

And behind this gate,

It seemed that a Buddha was about to push the door open!