My Master is the Real Boss – Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Every time they walked for a while, the golden light on Zen Master Lekong’s body would weaken by a few inches.

Closely following behind his master, Xiang Jiannan was somewhat collapsing due to their pace. Even with all his effort, he could barely keep up. If they continued at this pace, he estimated he would fall behind.

His physical strength wasn’t the problem; he just felt like he couldn’t keep up. He took two steps for every one step of theirs, and no matter how hard he tried, he would be left behind in the next second. His eyes were clearly seeing everything.

“The confluence of water is just ahead.”

After leading the group for about half an hour, Xiang Jiannan heard Zen Master Lekong in front say a sentence. They hadn’t encountered any obstacles along the way, and the ground was flat. No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t seem like the terrain of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

How strange, it was so unobstructed!

Seeing that everything around him had become unfamiliar, Xiang Jiannan stopped, looking bewildered. He couldn’t explain his current location, feeling as if he had arrived in another strange place. Seven or eight tributaries converged here, merging into one and flowing eastward.

It was originally an ordinary scene, but it became eerie because of the presence of the water demons.

Driven by the golden light, they now seemed to be at a dead end. Countless water demons were now poking their heads out of the water, densely packed together. They were screaming but unwilling to continue eastward, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking their movements here.

“The water demons are unwilling to go east. What does Fellow Daoist think?”

Standing on the shore, with the sound of water constantly in his ears, Xiang Jiannan saw his master’s uncertain expression. He pondered for a long time while holding his horsetail whisk before speaking to Zen Master Lekong and the other monks:

“This is the will of heaven. In this old Taoist’s opinion, we should just let it be. If the water demons do evil in the future, this old Taoist will personally deal with them.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Fellow Daoist, don’t talk nonsense.”

These words surprised everyone. Xiang Jiannan thought the monks must be cursing in their hearts right now, but they were relying on the excellent qualities of people of the Buddhist Sect to have one last round of communication with his master.

Just let it be? These words were too easy. They wasted so much time driving the water demons here, and now he wanted to let them go with just one sentence? Was his master confused from exhaustion? He kept saying such irrelevant things.

“Since you insist, this old Taoist has nothing to say. Disciple, let’s go.”

After speaking, he turned to leave. Gao Yu’an, with his back to everyone, said again:

“Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. This kind of method does not seem like the style of the Buddhist Sect. Monks, face is important!”

What does he mean?

Seeing that Zen Master Lekong and the others had unfriendly expressions after his master spoke, Xiang Jiannan quickly distanced himself from them. It seemed like they were about to turn hostile. His master’s words seemed to have hit a sore spot. Monk Nengren’s eyes were fierce. Looking at him now, he didn’t seem like a monk at all.

Buddhists are compassionate. This kind of gaze shouldn’t be on them.

“Fellow Daoist is too serious.”

Raising his hand, he suddenly pointed at the water’s surface. Zen Master Lekong’s finger emitted a golden light that shot into the water demons. In an instant, it caused the eastward flowing water to reverse. They only saw huge waves lifting up a large number of water demons. When it returned to normal, it had carried them far away. No matter how the water demons screamed, they couldn’t escape the water flow carrying them.

“If they are unwilling to go east, just send them on their way.”

As if a gap had been opened, after seeing their companions being forcibly sent east, the other water demons followed closely behind, entering in a single file. Soon, under Xiang Jiannan’s gaze, they all escaped without a trace.

This monk is ruthless and talks a lot.

Not understanding what his master and Zen Master Lekong were arguing about, after the water demons continued eastward, Xiang Jiannan saw his master turn around again, his eyes staring straight into the distance, concerned about Zen Master Lekong’s rash action.

“Monk, you have caused a great disaster.”

As he spoke, he only heard the sound of waves coming from afar. The water demons that had just gone east were sent back to the confluence of tributaries. A group of Yaksha holding steel tridents appeared, stepping on the water with imposing momentum.

“Monk, look at what you’ve done.”

“Bold water demons, how dare you speak so wildly!”

Having been angered by Gao Yu’an’s previous words, Monk Nengren immediately couldn’t help but speak when the Yaksha came to question them. Driving away the water demons was what cultivators should do, so it was not their place for these Yaksha to interfere.

Demons and humans have always been opposed.

“Water demons? Monk, who are you talking about!”

Looking at each other, the several Yaksha were immediately enraged. This fat monk dared to lump them together with those filthy things. It was simply outrageous. They were of the Aquatic Clan, and compared to demons, their status was obviously more noble.

“You are the demon, a fat, greasy pig demon!”

“How dare you insult me, you evil creature!”

Enraged by the Yaksha’s words, Monk Nengren immediately chose to attack. He flew directly into the water. When his feet were about to touch the surface, he instantly soared into the air. The sleeves of his monk’s robe billowed, and then a series of golden lights shot towards the Yaksha.

The attacks were continuous, and all the water demons were also affected.

Instant cast! A Gatling Monk?

Seeing Monk Nengren hovering in mid-air and constantly sweeping the water’s surface, Xiang Jiannan truly witnessed it. The monks from the big temples were indeed different. Their attack methods were many times more advanced than those of Baofu Temple. After this operation, the Yaksha were beaten without any power to fight back. At this moment, even their shadows could not be seen.

“Mere water demons, how dare you be arrogant in front of this old monk.”

Like a walking killing machine, after all the Yaksha had disappeared into the water, Monk Nengren returned to the shore with disdain in his eyes. At the same time, he spoke to Zen Master Lekong, signaling him to continue driving the water demons eastward.

“Zen Master Lekong, we can’t delay any longer.”

While speaking, he glanced at Gao Yu’an, his gaze somewhat provocative. However, before the smug expression could be withdrawn, his body went limp and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

“Amitabha Buddha, you have finally arrived.”

Without any pity for Master Nengren who had fallen before him, Zen Master Lekong put his palms together. Liquid was constantly flowing from his turbid eye. After a few breaths, it completely turned white.

“Not long ago, someone let you go. This monk will take you back today.”

“With just you?”

After several waves of water rose to the sky, overturning all the water demons on the shore, Xiang Jiannan saw a phantom slowly coming. After passing through the water column, its appearance was blurry. It stood in the air, its tone full of contempt:

“Where did you get the news, monk? Are you worthy?”

“You’ll know once you try. Fellow Daoist, can you lend this poor monk a hand?”

Not knowing why Zen Master Lekong always liked to call on his master, after he spoke, Xiang Jiannan saw his master staring at the phantom in the air for a long time without saying a word. When he looked down, his lips moved. Before he could speak, the phantom in the air recognized him first:

“It’s you again, old Taoist!”

“Don’t talk nonsense, my disciple is here too.”

As if afraid that the phantom hadn’t seen him, Gao Yu’an pointed at Xiang Jiannan while speaking. As the latter looked at himself in confusion and then turned to the air, a familiar phrase made him instantly wake up.

What a familiar tone, the word “scram,” full of artistic conception, calm yet with an irresistible aura!

It’s the White-Faced Scholar who was fishing in the stinky ditch before!