Xiaosuisui’s shout, "Uncle Feifei!" brought the anxious Ji Youcheng back to reality.
Only then did he realize—damn it! Zhu Xiuxiu’s nimbleness was top-notch, and his wasn’t bad either. If he had used his swiftness to flee with Xiaosuisui from the beginning, how could they be under siege now?
However, this thought had barely formed when panic seized him; his feet had unexpectedly lifted off the ground. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he heard Xiaosuisui’s voice cry out, "Uncle, kick with your right foot!"
Ji Youcheng did as commanded.
"Kick backwards with your left foot."
Ji Youcheng complied.
"Left hook!"
...
"Right hook!"
...
"Uncle, headbutt his chest!"
"..."
Ji Youcheng, controlled by Xiaosuisui’s voice, obediently followed her commands for over a dozen rounds...
"Huh... are we done fighting?"
Looking at the fallen martial monks, and Wangkong who lay collapsed to one side, his lips dark and his body completely limp, Xiaosuisui’s eyes alternated between disappointment and satisfaction.
She was disappointed because the martial monks were no longer fighting, and her fun was over. She was satisfied because she had now witnessed the Sky Sun Staff Technique in its entirety.
"Amitabha! Benefactor! It is against the principles of Buddhism to use poison. Please provide the antidote!"
The Abbot, who had been standing to the side all along, stepped forward. With a frown, he glanced at Wangkong, then turned to Ji Youcheng.
Ji Youcheng sneered, "I’m not a follower of Buddhism; I don’t observe these principles!"
His words silenced the Abbot. Ji Youcheng picked up his jade-bone fan again.
"Benefactor, this is a place of Buddhism. Your behavior is inappropriate. If you insist on such actions, then I, old monk, will not be able to show mercy."
The Abbot’s words clearly contained a veiled warning and threat, which Ji Youcheng naturally understood.
"It’s truly laughable! Your Buddhist sect’s High Monks, for their own cultivation, trouble a child under the guise of acting for the good of the world, yet you speak with such self-righteousness!
If you want to fight, then bring it on! If I so much as bat an eye today, then I’m not your Third Grandpa!"
"Insolent!"
The old Abbot bellowed, his Kasaya suddenly billowing around him as if stirred by an unseen wind.
Xiaosuisui watched, her eyes filled with puzzlement. "How did he create that wind?"
Without much thought, Ji Youcheng casually replied, "He’s just mad."
Xiaosuisui was still confused. "What is he angry about?"
"He’s furious because your Uncle is taking on so many of them all by himself, isn’t he?"
After saying this, he struck a cool pose and looked at Xiaosuisui with his most charming eyes. "Tell me, isn’t your Uncle amazing?"
Xiaosuisui clapped her small hands. "Uncle is amazing!"
Suddenly, she grabbed Ji Youcheng’s clothes and uttered a single command, "Fly!"
Instantly, Ji Youcheng found himself standing on top of the wall.
He glanced over the wall. Inside, Huo Xing’Er and Ji Youzhi were engaged in a fierce battle with Liao Kong.
Ji Youran and Ji Youze were protecting Old Madam Ji, watching from a safe distance.
For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Outside the wall, the old Abbot hovered in mid-air, directly opposite him. The Abbot joined his palms and intoned the Buddha’s name, "Amitabha!"
Then, with a raise of his hand, a wooden fish suddenly floated up. Unstruck, it began to resonate with a rhythmic TOK, TOK, TOK sound of Buddhist scripture!
"ARGH..."
Ji Youcheng felt a splitting headache. His body swayed, and he found it difficult to remain standing.
"ARGH... Uncle, my head hurts! What is that sound?"