Chapter 90: Body Is Only the Representation Part Three
As soon as Heng Gun turned into a dark alley, he suddenly stopped and turned around.
He wasn’t sure when, but there was a white shadow behind him.
This white shadow appeared like a ghost, making Heng Gun’s heart lurch. Clearly, this person’s light-body skill was great, and he had followed Heng Gun for a while.
The strange thing was that he was like a piece of clothing that was moving in the wind.
“Who are you?” Heng Gun asked in a low voice.
This person was surprised that he got discovered, and he paused for a second before walking over. In the moonlight, this figure in white moved forward as if he was a ghost that had no legs.
When this figure got close, Heng Gun realized that he was a handsome young man.
“Why are you following me?” Heng Gun asked in a cold tone.
“You are… the one who is great with an iron staff?” this young man asked with slight hesitation.
Hearing this, Heng Gun’s expression changed. He wanted to recall who this young man was, but he felt like he never saw this man before.
“Could it be…” Just as he wanted to ask if this young man was with those who hunted after them for 15 years, this young man spoke first, “I wanted to follow you to find Fang Jie, but I underestimated your awareness of your surroundings. It should be expected; you have been on guard for 15 years. Your cultivation strength is good, but you don’t have your weapon.”
Heng Gun snorted and concentrated his internal force onto his right hand. Then, he looked at this young man in white and said, “It doesn’t matter if my staff is with me or not, as long as I have the staff spirit.”
After saying that, Heng Gun suddenly retreated while raising his right hand. His index finger was pointing at the sky while the other four fingers formed a fist.
“My staff is here!” Heng Gun shouted while his index finger struck down.
The temperature in the area suddenly changed. The area within ten meters of him became blazing, and it seemed like his index finger became a huge iron staff that was more than ten meters long. When this invisible staff struck down, cracking noises sounded in the air.
Boom! All the dust flew into the air as if a tornado blew through.
Heng Gun used his index finger as a staff, and he smashed a deep groove that was about a meter wide into the ground.
The greenstone tile all cracked under the staff spirit, and the dust flew to the two sides. All the small trees broke, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the walls of a few courtyards.
Without question, this was the strongest staff strike that Heng Gun had ever used in his life.
“Not bad, a rogue cultivator reached this level. The demon-conquering pestle technique named Demon-Extinguisher is only slightly stronger. Since I’m here to extinguish demons, I can’t have pity in my mind. When devils and demons cause catastrophes in the world, even Buddha would be angry and become fierce!”
While Heng Gun stared into the dust with his guard up, a cold voice sounded inside the dust. After the dust settled, Heng Gun’s expression changed.
The staff spirit that Heng Gun cast couldn’t move further when it was about a meter away from this young man! The one-meter-wide groove stopped one meter before him!
“Buddha said that body is only the representation; it can be altered. The fact that you could turn your finger into a staff shows that you are intelligent, comprehending a bit of Buddha’s spirit. Since it can be altered, why would you only stick with a staff?”
Then, the young man pointed out his finger, and a small hole appeared on Heng Gun’s right chest, penetrating through him.
“It can also be turned into a sword, or a hammer,” this young man said lightly.
When he pointed his finger again, Heng Gun flew backward for more than ten meters and smashed into a wall; it felt like he was hammered, and many of his rib bones broke.
“It can also be turned into an axe.” This young man pointed out his finger for the third time, and one of Heng Gun’s shoulders got severed!
The young man in white walked forward and said, “There are many techniques that are wonderous, but a finger is a finger. I can mimic almost everything with my finger, yet it is still simple. This is what disciples of the Buddhist Sect should pursue.”
Then, he pressed down with his finger, and Heng Gun who tried to stand up snorted and stopped moving after his body twitched a few times.
A small and smooth hole appeared on his forehead, and red blood and white brain matter slowly flowed out.
“The Wisdom King is merciful and kind, and he will guide you to your next life.” Monk Chenya who was in white and looked like an unworldly lotus chanted with a stern expression.
[TL Note: R.I.P Heng Gun. He seems like a genuine guy.]
He wasn’t sure when, but there was a white shadow behind him.
This white shadow appeared like a ghost, making Heng Gun’s heart lurch. Clearly, this person’s light-body skill was great, and he had followed Heng Gun for a while.
The strange thing was that he was like a piece of clothing that was moving in the wind.
“Who are you?” Heng Gun asked in a low voice.
This person was surprised that he got discovered, and he paused for a second before walking over. In the moonlight, this figure in white moved forward as if he was a ghost that had no legs.
When this figure got close, Heng Gun realized that he was a handsome young man.
“Why are you following me?” Heng Gun asked in a cold tone.
“You are… the one who is great with an iron staff?” this young man asked with slight hesitation.
Hearing this, Heng Gun’s expression changed. He wanted to recall who this young man was, but he felt like he never saw this man before.
“Could it be…” Just as he wanted to ask if this young man was with those who hunted after them for 15 years, this young man spoke first, “I wanted to follow you to find Fang Jie, but I underestimated your awareness of your surroundings. It should be expected; you have been on guard for 15 years. Your cultivation strength is good, but you don’t have your weapon.”
Heng Gun snorted and concentrated his internal force onto his right hand. Then, he looked at this young man in white and said, “It doesn’t matter if my staff is with me or not, as long as I have the staff spirit.”
After saying that, Heng Gun suddenly retreated while raising his right hand. His index finger was pointing at the sky while the other four fingers formed a fist.
“My staff is here!” Heng Gun shouted while his index finger struck down.
The temperature in the area suddenly changed. The area within ten meters of him became blazing, and it seemed like his index finger became a huge iron staff that was more than ten meters long. When this invisible staff struck down, cracking noises sounded in the air.
Boom! All the dust flew into the air as if a tornado blew through.
Heng Gun used his index finger as a staff, and he smashed a deep groove that was about a meter wide into the ground.
The greenstone tile all cracked under the staff spirit, and the dust flew to the two sides. All the small trees broke, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the walls of a few courtyards.
Without question, this was the strongest staff strike that Heng Gun had ever used in his life.
“Not bad, a rogue cultivator reached this level. The demon-conquering pestle technique named Demon-Extinguisher is only slightly stronger. Since I’m here to extinguish demons, I can’t have pity in my mind. When devils and demons cause catastrophes in the world, even Buddha would be angry and become fierce!”
While Heng Gun stared into the dust with his guard up, a cold voice sounded inside the dust. After the dust settled, Heng Gun’s expression changed.
The staff spirit that Heng Gun cast couldn’t move further when it was about a meter away from this young man! The one-meter-wide groove stopped one meter before him!
“Buddha said that body is only the representation; it can be altered. The fact that you could turn your finger into a staff shows that you are intelligent, comprehending a bit of Buddha’s spirit. Since it can be altered, why would you only stick with a staff?”
Then, the young man pointed out his finger, and a small hole appeared on Heng Gun’s right chest, penetrating through him.
“It can also be turned into a sword, or a hammer,” this young man said lightly.
When he pointed his finger again, Heng Gun flew backward for more than ten meters and smashed into a wall; it felt like he was hammered, and many of his rib bones broke.
“It can also be turned into an axe.” This young man pointed out his finger for the third time, and one of Heng Gun’s shoulders got severed!
The young man in white walked forward and said, “There are many techniques that are wonderous, but a finger is a finger. I can mimic almost everything with my finger, yet it is still simple. This is what disciples of the Buddhist Sect should pursue.”
Then, he pressed down with his finger, and Heng Gun who tried to stand up snorted and stopped moving after his body twitched a few times.
A small and smooth hole appeared on his forehead, and red blood and white brain matter slowly flowed out.
“The Wisdom King is merciful and kind, and he will guide you to your next life.” Monk Chenya who was in white and looked like an unworldly lotus chanted with a stern expression.
[TL Note: R.I.P Heng Gun. He seems like a genuine guy.]
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