Urban Martial Saint

Chapter 1723 - 1723: Wuhua, the Humble Monk

Faced with the formidable strike of the Corpse Ghost Dragon, Ye Qing and the others were shocked. This immense power was something they could not possibly withstand. At this moment, Shijia was still far away and couldn't make it in time for the rescue. Even if Shijia arrived, with his power, he could at most ensure his own safety and couldn't care for the others.As the force was about to hit everyone, a voice suddenly echoed, like the celestial music descending from the Ninth Heaven, reverberating throughout the scene.

"Amitabha!"

With the utterance of the Buddha's name, everything seemed to freeze in its presence. Even the actions of the Corpse Ghost Dragon slowed down, and the force he unleashed gradually dissipated within the sound, leaving him clueless about what had happened.

Ye Qing and the others were even more entranced, as this declaration of the Buddha's name, accompanied by the chanting, resonated deeply, making them feel as though they were in the Paradise. All previous emotions vanished instantly, replaced by endless tranquility and serenity. Even the Corpse Ghost Dragon's face showed a hint of peace!

However, this tranquility lasted only a few seconds. The Corpse Ghost Dragon's face suddenly twisted in rage, and he turned his head sharply, roaring, "Who is it? Who is it? Who is it!"

The roar of the Corpse Ghost Dragon brought everyone back from their daze. They all turned their heads, eager to know who had uttered that Buddha's name.

"You finally came!" Shijia shook his head, looking towards the back of the Corpse Ghost Dragon, and said, "If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to hold on alone!"

"Since I promised to come, how could I not?" A calm voice replied, and it was then that the Corpse Ghost Dragon realized that the person was right behind him.

The Corpse Ghost Dragon turned abruptly and saw a handsome young monk standing not far away. The monk wore pure white robes, unstained by a speck of dust, and he walked as if unburdened by worldly affairs, with no trace of worldly air. Compared to Shijia, this monk indeed seemed like a true high monk, a Buddha-like figure!

"You... who are you?" The Corpse Ghost Dragon's voice trembled, his instincts telling him that this monk was not simple.

The young monk had already approached, nodding slightly at the Corpse Ghost Dragon, and gently said, "This humble monk is Wuhua!"

This young monk was none other than Wuhua Monk, whom Ye Qing had previously encountered at the Shen Family Manor. At that time, it was Sha Men who attacked Shen Family Manor, intending to settle old scores. Wuhua Monk intervened and took Cui Yulong away. What he discussed with Cui Yulong is unknown, but afterwards, the originally bloodthirsty Cui Yulong significantly restrained himself. Unless necessary, Cui Yulong wouldn't kill, a fact that left Ye Qing deeply astonished and impressed.

Seeing Wuhua Monk again this time, Ye Qing was even more surprised. He finally understood who Shijia had invited and why Shijia said he had seen this person before. How could he not have? Last time at Shen Family Manor, Ye Qing had seen him as well.

"Wuhua Monk?" Helian Tiehua murmured nearby, "Isn't he Shijia's disciple?"

Shen Tianjun gradually nodded, looking at Wuhua, and said quietly, "Yet, why does he not seem like Shijia's disciple to me? His abilities are not beneath Shijia!"

"What on earth is going on?" Everyone was puzzled; they all knew Shijia's reputation and many things about him. But Wuhua Monk was different; no one knew his background, not even Shen Tianjun. Wuhua had helped the Shen Family Manor, but to this day, Shen Tianjun did not know Wuhua's true identity.

Hearing the discussion, Shijia turned and said directly, "What are you mumbling about? He's not my disciple!"

Upon hearing this, there was an uproar among the crowd, and Shen Tianjun whispered in surprise, "Then is Master Wuhua your brother?"

"This..." Shijia scratched his head and said, "I wouldn't say that; he should be my martial uncle!"

"What?" An astonished cry swept through the scene, everyone staring wide-eyed. Shijia, the undisputed leader of the modern Buddhist Sect, known for his longevity and high rank, now revealed that Wuhua Monk was his martial uncle? What kind of joke was this?

"Your martial uncle?" The Corpse Ghost Dragon also widened his eyes, staring at Wuhua for a while before suddenly asking, "The Buddha says, 'A flower is a world, a tree is a Bodhi.' For the Buddha, a flower is akin to this world. Such arrogance, daring to call yourself Wuhua, does it mean you do not respect the Buddha?"

"Wuhua is Bodhi." Wuhua smiled faintly and said, "This humble monk does not disrespect the Buddha, but the path that this humble monk follows is merely different from that Dao!"

The Corpse Ghost Dragon frowned, for despite his experience, he could not comprehend what Wuhua meant by these words.

After a moment of silence, Corpse Ghost Dragon suddenly clenched his teeth and roared, "Humph, I don't care whether you're Bodhi or Flower. You look young, even if you have some skills, how capable can you really be? As long as you haven't practiced the Buddha Venerable Golden Body, tonight, I'm still going to take your life!"

As Corpse Ghost Dragon said this, he suddenly lunged at Wuhua, putting all his strength into his hands, clearly intending to kill Wuhua in one strike and eliminate this major threat.

"Amitabha!" Wuhua once again clasped his hands together and murmured softly. With this soft call, the surrounding Buddhist chant rose again, and a quiet and peaceful aura instantly ascended once more.

Corpse Ghost Dragon unleashed his full force, but upon hearing Wuhua's voice, for some reason, his heart became calm again. The power he had originally accumulated dissipated involuntarily. The palms he sent out had absolutely no strength in them. Even if they landed on Wuhua, at most it would only help dust off his clothes, utterly failing to hurt him in the slightest.

In fact, before Corpse Ghost Dragon could strike Wuhua, Shijia rushed in from the side and blocked him directly.

"Screw you!" Shijia cursed, delivering a punch straight to Corpse Ghost Dragon's face. All of Corpse Ghost Dragon's strength had dissipated with Wuhua's soft chant, and now he couldn't gather it again, getting hit by Shijia's punch and immediately falling to the ground.

Corpse Ghost Dragon fumed, instantly trying to gather his strength to prepare to counterattack. At that moment, Wuhua softly murmured another Buddhist chant. Just like before, the force Corpse Ghost Dragon had just gathered dissipated directly, leaving him with no power to resist.

"I'll stomp you to death, you bastard!" Shijia raised his foul foot and kicked Corpse Ghost Dragon's face repeatedly. Corpse Ghost Dragon tried to gather strength several times, but it was dispelled by Wuhua's chant. Pinned to the ground by Shijia, he couldn't even get up, getting stomped with footprints all over his face, looking extremely pathetic.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Corpse Ghost Dragon yelled frantically, attempting several times to stand but was knocked down by Shijia again.

"Keep howling, you fool!" Shijia simply took off his shoe and started hitting Corpse Ghost Dragon's face with the sole, showing no regard for him at all.

Corpse Ghost Dragon desperately tried to gather strength but couldn't manage even a bit. After several attempts, he finally understood what was going on. When Wuhua murmured the chant, the Buddha Seal would resonate, causing one's heart to instantly become peaceful, and the accumulated strength would dissipate instantaneously. So with Wuhua here, he simply couldn't gather any power. However, Shijia wasn't affected by the chant at all, so Shijia retained his strength, while Corpse Ghost Dragon had none, naturally leaving him vulnerable to Shijia's brutal beating, unable to fight back.

"What on earth is this evil technique?" Corpse Ghost Dragon shouted angrily: "Wuhua, who are you really? Why have I never heard of your name?"

Wuhua replied softly: "I'm but a nameless monk, why must you insist on pursuing this?"

"Impossible!" Corpse Ghost Dragon roared angrily: "With your strength, in the Buddhist Sect, you'd be the top one, how could you be a nameless person?"

"There's much about the Buddhist Sect that you don't know. If you'd heard it all, then wouldn't people of the Buddhist Sect be too cheap!" Shijia said, pressing Corpse Ghost Dragon to the ground and continuing to slap his face with the sole.

Enjoying the beating, Shijia turned and shouted: "Hey, you lot, want to give it a try?"

Ye Qing and the others were on the side, unable to gather strength upon hearing Wuhua's chant. Watching Shijia brutally beat Corpse Ghost Dragon, everyone was already itching to join in. Hearing Shijia's words, Ye Qing was the first to rush over and said, "Let me!"

Ye Qing snatched Shijia's shoe from his hand and rushed over, hitting Corpse Ghost Dragon's face with the sole. Corpse Ghost Dragon was infuriated but couldn't gather the slightest strength to fight back. Now, everyone seemed like ordinary people without power, while Ye Qing and Shijia still retained their strength, making Corpse Ghost Dragon's beating obvious.

Having his shoe snatched by Ye Qing, Shijia was very displeased and said, "Hey, why are you taking my shoe? Can't you take off your own?"

"Your shoe stinks enough!" Ye Qing offered a reason that left Shijia without a retort, although it nearly drove Corpse Ghost Dragon mad. Damn it, you're hitting me with a deliberately stinky shoe, aren't you?

Standing on the side, Shijia thought for a moment, suddenly took off his other shoe, and shouted to Shen Tianjun and others who had just run over, "Selling the shoe, this one for one million, it might not kill, but it sure can disgust!"

"I'll take it!" Shen Tianjun didn't hesitate, snatched the stinky shoe from Shijia, and joined Ye Qing in mercilessly assaulting Corpse Ghost Dragon.

The Shen Family Manor was almost destroyed by Corpse Ghost Dragon, and so many in the Shen Family died at Corpse Ghost Dragon's hands; Shen Tianjun was downright bitterly resentful towards Corpse Ghost Dragon. However, his own prowess was nowhere near Corpse Ghost Dragon's match. Now given this opportunity, how could he miss it? Never mind one million, he'd pay ten million!

"Good, straightforward, I like doing business with people like you!" Shijia excitedly said on the side, "Little Shen, one million on account, remember to pay me later. Yes, yes, hit him in the mouth, hit him in the mouth for best effect, wedge the sole in his mouth, do you know how to strike properly?"