Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1124 - 433: Dividing the Demon Monk’s Flesh (Part 3)

Chapter 1124: Chapter 433: Dividing the Demon Monk’s Flesh (Part 3)

"Zhou Xuan, you miscalculated. No matter how much you advertise my flesh as a treasure, no one dares to touch me."

"The people’s hearts are still on my side."

The more he thought about this, the more pleased he became, shaking his head in satisfaction while in the crowd, Ah Niu stepped forward.

His mind was filled with thoughts of his mother’s illness, caring little about whether the Great Buddha was truly great.

"Even if you truly are a Great Buddha, if your flesh can cure my mother’s illness, then this is precisely the virtue of the Ancient Buddha who fed flesh to the eagles."

The more Ah Niu thought, the faster his steps became, and in just ten steps, he dashed up the high ladder set up by the government.

"The most spiritual part of the fish is the eye. If I take the flesh, it’s also the flesh from the eye."

He rushed to the upper tier of the ladder, his height level with the eyes of the Fish Monk.

"Where did this little brat come from?"

Just as the Fish Monk was about to curse, he saw the young man leap up and pull a knife used for skinning game from his waist, stabbing it into the large fish eyes.

"Squish."

The knife pierced into the eye, and Ah Niu grabbed the edge of the Fish Monk’s wound with one hand and the shattered fish eye, as large as a fist, with the other.

"You dare touch your Lord Buddha, you dare touch your Lord Buddha?!"

The Fish Monk howled in pain and anger, but Ah Niu paid no heed to the threatening words; he had only one thought—a fist-sized piece of flesh might not be enough to heal his mother.

Thus, Ah Niu reached out again, pulling several more pieces of flesh, until the bits filled his pouch and the golden blood dirtied his clothes. Only then did he stop, smoothly landing with the help of the government officials.

As soon as Ah Niu’s feet hit the ground, he ran towards his mother, cradling the fish meat.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, jeering loudly.

"He’s doomed, this young man is doomed, believing the deceitful words of the government and cutting into the Great Buddha’s flesh."

"In his next life, he’ll probably be a pig or a dog."

"Don’t think too much. Those who’ve committed such great sins, after death, are destined to descend into oil pots, boiled and fried multiple times by Ghost Messengers."

Though the crowd criticized him, their curiosity was undeniably strong, their gaze following Ah Niu’s every move.

Soon, they saw Ah Niu carrying the meat into the carriage of an ox-cart,

The cart canopy was simple, open on all sides, naturally leaving nothing private in the carriage. The frail mother was about to refuse the lump of meat, angrily scolding her son for daring to provoke the Great Buddha, when she smelled a strange fragrance,

The fragrance emanated from the fish meat, more aromatic than osmanthus in August.

For a moment, the mother became quite obedient, waiting for her son to feed her the meat,

"How fragrant this meat is."

The mother said.

The lump of flesh, where was it flesh? It was just a lump of fat; as soon as her tongue touched it, it slipped down her throat and into her stomach.

Strangely enough, wherever the meat slid to, the mother felt a warmth there, followed by a relaxation throughout her entire body.

Her stomach stopped hurting,

Her joints, lacking elasticity, suddenly seemed lubricated and became flexible.

And her pale face gained seven or eight more degrees of healthy color.

"Niu Zi, I feel... feel... healed."

"If you’re better, then eat a bit more."

Niu Zi was overjoyed, taking out all the shredded meat from his bag and handing it to his mother to eat.

"Is it effective?"

"Can it really cure illnesses?"

"Exactly as the Prefecture City people advertised."

After all, it’s the flesh of the twenty-one Zen; how could it not have ’nourishing’ effects,

Ah Niu’s mother became the best advertisement for the Fish Monk, causing all the common folk to simultaneously turn their heads, staring intently at the Demon Monk.

Thousands of gazes, thousands of eyes, made the Fish Monk recall—when the Wolf Spirit fed on Blood Food, it was with this kind of fierce light.

"These are thousands of eyes wanting to eat me."

The Fish Monk finally knew fear, shivering uncontrollably, his body swaying heavily.

Next, he saw those common folk waving their knives and hoes, surging towards him.

"I am the Huangyuan Buddha!"

"Poof!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

An old man swung his hoe, driving it into the Fish Monk’s abdomen, then started digging out the blood and flesh as if mining for gold.

"Great Buddha, please be merciful. My granddaughter has an eye disease and cannot see clearly. Her eyes can only be healed through your miracle."

"I am the Huangyuan Buddha..."

The Fish Monk’s voice grew weaker, and at this time, Zhou Xuan and the others also stood at a distance, calmly watching the events unfold.

"Master, you were right. Now it’s not a question of whether the common folk want to eat the Fish Monk’s flesh, but whether there’s enough of the Fish Monk’s flesh to go around."

Lu Xingzhou cupped his hands towards Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan had little interest in hearing Lu Xingzhou’s flattering words, tilting his head to look at the Fish Monk, saying, "Strange, my Green and Red Fish twins, why can’t I see them?"

At this time, he was still wearing the Tao Ancestor Mask, but the Fish Monk’s body with its purple aura, red-green lumps, had vanished without a trace.

"Could they have been absorbed when the common folk divided the flesh?"

Alchemist Bai Lu said.

"No, no."

Master Wu Ya gestured towards the distance, several leaves flying into his hands.

He handed the leaves to everyone, saying, "Cover your eyes with the leaves, and you’ll naturally see clearly."

"Zen Master, are you asking us to hide behind a single leaf?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"The Buddhist Sect has an unparalleled technique called closed-eye Zen. It says to close your eyes, but really, it’s closing the heart’s eye. You haven’t practiced such Zen enlightenment; you cannot close your eyes, but you can use these leaves."

Hearing Master Wu Ya’s words, Zhou Xuan covered his eyes with a leaf,

With this cover, the tangible leaf not only did not block his view, but instead allowed Zhou Xuan to see a strange world —

—— he saw that on the body of that large fish, "blood" and "gold" were flowing,

Blood water and golden streams splashed together, like a waterfall cascading down. When they hit the ground, they quickly intertwined, forming a strange script.

Of course, Zhou Xuan could not understand the content of the script, but its aura caused him to gain much insight.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

The sound of water accompanied the transformation of the script, echoing in Zhou Xuan’s ears, and gradually, the sound passed into his Secret Realm...