Chapter 543 - 542
A monstrous Purple Scorpion, several dozen feet tall, danced its twin pincers in the air, projecting an untouchable demeanor. In stark contrast was the sight on the ground; a little monk, clutching a fifty-pound Golden Lacquer Zen Staff, was scampering along. The boy’s complexion was ashen; his running legs trembled slightly, a clear sign of terror. Despite this, what seemed odd was that not a single scorpion was seen emerging from the ground as he made his way; only crushed remains of Gu insects lay all around, yet not a speck of dust was stirred to sully the little monk from the secular world. Upon reaching Ye Tian, he handed over the Zen Staff, saying, "This is what my master tasked me to deliver to you."
Ye Tian was taken aback before accepting the Zen Staff, placing his palms together, "Little master, your unfathomable prowess is truly akin to the living Buddha."
The little monk was unappreciative, giving him a disdainful glance before turning to head back the way he came. Being a monk, the notion of filth induced profound fear within him. If it weren’t for his damnable mentor forcefully throwing him into this, he would have never stopped for a second time.
He wished to leave, but someone else intended to keep him there.
Shangjia Moti, upon seeing the fleeing little monk, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. A string of Spells uttered from his lips, and in response, the ground bulged, forming numerous mounds of dirt arcing into a circle with the little monk, who suddenly came to a halt, at the center.
"Master! Master!"
In his panic, the little monk could only cry out for his master, with no thought of a practical solution. In his urgency, he attempted to use the Zen Staff to smash the insects, only to realize after lifting his arms that the Zen Staff was already in someone else’s hands. In desperation, the little monk threatened the scorpion by making a fist, as if ready to punch. Ironically, he was chanting "Amitabha, the mountain is good, indeed."
Seeing the dire situation, Ye Tian abandoned his own frenzied sprint to reach the little monk. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder whether this boy had come to assist or to make matters worse, for the monk didn’t seem so timid back on the stage.