Chapter 550 - 549
Seeing Ye Tian still gasping with his mouth open on the ground, the little monk’s heart burned with rage. He lifted the Zen Stick in his hand again and quickly took two steps to the front of Bodhi, swinging it down vehemently, yet as expected, it still did not touch Bodhi at all.
Standing at a distance, Bodhi looked at the little monk holding the Zen Stick and asked softly, "Little monk, let me ask you, why do you want to save him?"
"Because he is my life-saving benefactor," the little monk replied confidently, and indeed, he had no reason not to be confident.
"A life-saving benefactor? Life is one’s own; why need someone else to save it? Your life is your path; if you cannot even protect your own path, how can you have the face to live in this world?"
His face still gentle, only his actions were not as pleasing as his smile. The hand knife that had nearly killed Ye Tian appeared again, and this time, it was aimed at the little monk before him.
Seeing Bodhi charging with the hand knife, the little monk roared, no longer polite as before. He swung the massive Zen Stick across, but unexpectedly, Bodhi merely parried lightly, and the Zen Stick split into two, the dragon-headed Zen head flying off, leaving only the Zen handle in his hand. The little monk made do with what he had. While his master loved meat, and when they went down the mountain to beg for alms, although the little monk had never killed a dog himself, he had seen how the butchers did it when he accompanied his master to sell dog meat. They killed the dogs by hitting them directly with a stick.
Later, while eating dog meat dipped in garlic paste, his master shared his experience with the little monk, "Boy, those dog killers down the mountain are all fools. The hardest part of a dog is its head. If you ever return to secular life and decide to sell dog meat, you should strangle the dogs with a rope instead of hitting them, got it?"
Since there was no rope in hand, he would have to use the stick to strike.