At midnight, the bustling town of Garan fell silent.
But inside the inn, an operation targeting Mu Qiuyao was quietly unfolding.
A masked figure dressed in black quietly appeared in front of Shen Zhao and Mu Muyao's room. Through the crack in the door, they could see the body lying quietly on the bed.
The next moment, the man in black took out a sleeping incense stick, lit it, and threw it in through the crack in the door.
A moment later, noticing soft snoring coming from inside the room, the man in black quietly pushed open the door and entered. He then crept to the bedside in the dark and swept the figure off the bed, blanket and all...
In another luxurious room, the monks softly chanted Buddhist mantras.
The Buddhist disciple sat gracefully at his desk, flipping through a newly printed copy of a sutra.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—three short knocks followed by a long one. A monk immediately opened the door and welcomed the man in black inside.
The man in black, his forehead covered in sweat, placed the person on his shoulder, along with the blanket, in front of the Buddhist monk. He then removed the black veil from his face, revealing the familiar face of the female shopkeeper.
“Buddha’s disciple, I have brought the person.”
She knelt nervously on the ground, waiting for the monk at the table to speak.
The chanting inside the room stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look at the Buddhist disciple.
The Buddhist monk slowly read the Buddhist scriptures, stood up with a smile, and gestured for the female shopkeeper to rise.
The woman stood up, trembling, and stood to one side, her head bowed, not daring to look at him.
The Buddhist disciple glanced at the blankets on the ground and asked only one question: "Where is the other person?"
The woman was taken aback and quickly said, "I was so nervous that I forgot there was another person inside. Please forgive me, Buddha."
"Amitabha."
The Buddhist monk waved his hand and gave a wink to the two red-robed monks beside him.
The two monks immediately stood up, bowed to the Buddhist disciple, and then left the room with fierce expressions.
“You have done very well. I will keep the agreement and discuss with the three chief monks to release you and your sister as soon as possible.”
"Thank you, Buddha! Your kindness is beyond measure in this life. I will repay you in the next life by serving you like an ox or a horse!"
The woman wept with joy, her face beaming with happiness.
The Buddhist disciple bent down, looking at the quilt with satisfaction: "After more than ten thousand years of waiting, the Buddhist Kingdom has finally found the most suitable magical artifact. Once it is forged, the faith of our Buddhist Kingdom will surely be spread to every corner of the Nine Realms."
After saying that, he pulled back the covers.
But the next second, when the Buddhist disciple saw the person in the bedding, his expression changed drastically.
But then they saw Shen Zhao resting his head on his pillow, Qiao'er with her legs crossed, a toothpick dangling from her lips, looking at the Buddha with a playful expression.
"Why is it you?"
"Hey little bald monk, if you want to see me, just tell someone to say something. Why go through all this trouble, with sleeping gas and blankets? It makes me feel really awkward."
Before the Buddhist disciple could react, Shen Zhao stood up and, without saying a word, gave him a quick smack on the cheek.
The Buddhist disciple was slapped so hard that even his parents wouldn't recognize him. He was sent flying, landed, and crashed into the table in one swift motion.
"Buddha's son!"
"Boy, you're dead!"
"Dare to assault a Buddhist disciple? Die!"
Seeing their master being beaten, the group of little karami rushed towards Shen Zhao on the spot.
Shen Zhao didn't hesitate either. He dodged a heavy punch by sidestepping, then flipped over and came back to the Buddhist monk, grabbed his robe and smacked him on the cheek with a "smack".
The Buddhist disciple's cheeks were immediately bruised and swollen like steamed buns. His consciousness became blurred, and everything he saw looked like soy sauce.
"Release our Buddhist disciple!"
Smack!
"stop!"
Smack!
"Stop hitting him!"
Smack!
If any of these little karami dare to attack Shen Zhao, he will not hesitate to give the Buddha a stun gun, his main goal being to capture the leader of the thieves.
The poor Buddhist monk didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy. His speech was slower than the electric cannon. In the blink of an eye, he had multiple comminuted fractures all over his body.
These little Karami were in a panic, even though they had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm, they could only watch helplessly as their master was beaten up unilaterally.
Finally, Shen Zhao trampled the unconscious Buddhist disciple under his feet, let out a long sigh, and pointed at the little Karami, saying, "Your master is right under my feet. If you have the guts, take a step forward and take him away!"
The monks looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Just then, two bloody human heads flew in from outside; they were the two monks who had previously intended to deal with Shen Zhao.
Mu Qiuyao entered the room with a frosty expression, carrying a seven-foot-long sword.
"Kid, still not cleaned up? Want me to take action?"
"You're fucking ruthless, you even brought your head, you're disgusting."
Seeing that the two were still in the mood to flirt, the group of Karami couldn't stand it anymore.
Upon seeing their companions decapitated, they immediately disregarded everything, splitting into two groups and rushing towards Mu Qiuyao and Shen Zhao, all for the sake of the dignity of the Buddhists.
"Pfft~"
As soon as a small karaomi rushed in front of Shen Zhao, he was hit in the face with a heavy punch and performed a 3600° backflip.
"Smack."
Another young Karami was launched from the spot, his head embedded in the roof, and he died instantly.
As Shen Zhao unleashed his relentless and brutal attacks, the four little karami who had been attacking him were instantly reborn in paradise, reaching the pinnacle of their ghostly existence—a truly enviable fate.
On the other side, even though Mu Qiuyao had only recovered to the Qi Condensation Realm, she used a mortal sword in her hand to unleash an Emperor-level sword technique, directly overpowering two monks by leaping two realms.
The battle came to a complete end in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
The female shopkeeper was already terrified by what she saw and huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
Shen Zhao ignored the woman, but instead picked up the Buddhist monk, slapped him awake, and asked, "Hey, bald monk, tell me your Buddhist name."
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