Yang Ge waved his hand seriously, "You are mistaken, my surname is Yang, and I am called Erlang. I am the court’s hunting dog, having never done a good deed in my life. I specialize in killing and arson, persecuting the loyal and good, harming the common people... Didn’t you hear them calling me Yang Erlang just now?"
"Amitabha."
The mad monk recited the Buddhist invocation solemnly, "Does the layman really think that this old monk is insane? The merit and golden light on the layman’s body, as well as the karmic obstacles, shine like the rosy clouds and weigh like leaden clouds. I could see it at a glance. How could I be mistaken?"
Yang Ge sighed softly and turned to Yang Tiansheng very seriously, "This monk is truly mad, and very severely at that."
Yang Tiansheng looked at him with the eyes one gives to a fool, "Knowing full well he is mad, yet you’ve been arguing with him for so long. I think you’re quite mad yourself."
Yang Ge, left without a word, could only turn back and continue to speak to the mad monk, "Life is quite interesting here, and I’m not yet ready to become a Buddha. Could you spare me this time?"
The mad monk chanted the Buddhist invocation again and said solemnly, "This is the way of my cultivation. I implore the layman do not refuse!"
Yang Ge also shook his head solemnly, "You have followed the wrong path. Your killing does not protect life, and this dirty and chaotic world has not become better because of your cultivation. What you cultivate is not Buddhism, but demonism!"
The mad monk sighed heavily, "The layman’s karmic obstacles are too great. No matter, I have one more Palm of Boruo that can serve as a cudgel to the head, helping the layman to attain enlightenment."
Having wasted much time with him, Yang Ge had finally regulated his True Qi and replied upon hearing this, "Coincidentally, I also have a saber technique that could send you down to the eighteenth level of hell!"
The mad monk brought his palms together, "The Buddha said, ’If I do not enter hell, who will?’"
Yang Ge took a deep breath, "My dad also said... my passionate horse!"
The mad monk, also suppressing his internal injuries, dropped his hands and emotionlessly took steps towards Yang Ge.
Yang Ge slowly closed his eyes. The vision of a torrential stream surged in his mind but vanished in the blink of an eye.
What replaced it...
Was the Changfeng Gang’s ledger.
Was the confessions of corrupt officials.
Was the throngs of Yangzhou’s commoners surrounding the government office.
Was the confident sneer of Zheng Shiquan, aide to Prince Ning.
Was the frenzy of three to four hundred masked assassins storming the gates of the government office...
He opened his eyes, and the mad monk had arrived five steps in front of him, lifting his palm as large as a wind fan, and struck down at his crown.
It was a split-second crisis.
Yang Ge exhaled a breath.
The very next second, his hands violently slashed with his saber, as fast as lightning, as forceful as thunder.
For an instant, a bright slash from his saber flashed before everyone’s eyes.
But when they followed that bright saber light, they only saw the towering figure of the mad monk, standing before Yang Ge, lifting his giant palms, yet completely motionless.
Yang Ge, crouching slightly, with hands on the pointed end of his ox-tail saber, breathing heavily, blood pouring out from his mouth and nose, forming lines that dripped onto the bright blade.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Perhaps it was three breaths, or ten.
The ox-tail saber in Yang Ge’s hand suddenly shattered into pieces, and a two-story building five yards behind the mad monk collapsed, forming a passageway wide enough for two to walk side by side.
Yang Ge slowly straightened his body and gently pushed the towering mad monk in front of him. The mad monk then fell straight back, hitting the ground and breaking into two halves...
Yang Tiansheng, standing nearby, stared blankly at this scene, his mouth agape wider than when Yang Ge saw Yang Yinghao’s sword strike!
It took him a while to come back to his senses. Stretching his neck, he gulped down his saliva and whispered in a shaky voice, "I boasted vainly, my father... truly can’t beat three of you!"
He stood by Yang Ge’s side; although no one else had seen Yang Ge’s saber strike clearly, he had seen every detail.
That extraordinary strike, whether his own father could withstand it or not, he truly had no confidence...
Yang Ge smiled, just about to crack a joke with him, but then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The next second, he felt a darkness before his eyes, and his whole body suddenly went limp.
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Yang Tiansheng quickly caught him, and looking up at the embroidered-robed guards around him who were as stunned as petrified chickens, he shouted, "What are you gawking at? Kill these bastards!"
The embroidered-robed guards suddenly snapped to their senses.
With a howl from someone, about two hundred embroidered-robed guards suddenly abandoned their formation, brandished their heavy knives, and surged forward, overtaking the Qi Sea Realm black-clad assassins who had been pressing them in combat!
As if the one who had delivered that slash was one of them!
And the black-clad assassins, who just before had been rampaging through them like tigers among sheep, now seemed like beaten dogs with broken spines, retreating and scattering in disarray.
As if that very slash had struck them!
Yang Tiansheng glanced over for a few moments, then reassured, put his hand under Yang Ge’s nose to check, then fumbled hurriedly to take out a half-flattened small silver bottle from his bosom, shook and bit the stopper open, poured two pills into his own mouth, then pried open Yang Ge’s mouth and poured two pills into it.
Worried that Yang Ge wouldn’t know to swallow, he fanned Yang Ge’s gaping mouth while shaking his collar vigorously, "Wake up, take your medicine, wake up..."
"Stop shaking him, or you really will shake him off to heaven,"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him. He looked up to see a familiar figure standing before him, one hand holding a bloody head and the other a heavy broad-bladed cleaver.
Without even a glance at the head of the man who had sent him flying just before, he tugged Yang Ge closer to his father, "Father, take a look at him, I feel like he’s run out of breath."
Yang Yinghao, still wearing his black mask, dropped the dead head and the cleaver at the sound, furrowing his brow as he placed one hand on the carotid artery of Yang Ge’s neck and another on the wrist of Yang Ge’s left hand.
A few breaths later, his brow loosened, "It’s not a big problem, just an excessive consumption of mental energy and strength."
He spoke with a dismissive tone.
However, his hands deftly produced a small golden bottle from his waist, pulled the stopper, and poured two pills into Yang Ge’s mouth.
Seeing the small golden bottle, the urgency in Yang Tiansheng’s eyebrows also subsided.
After Yang Yinghao stowed away the medicine, he turned to glance at the collapsed house across from them and uttered an amazed "tsk tsk," "Young people are indeed formidable!"
Yang Tiansheng foolishly asked, "Father, could you have taken that strike?"
Yang Yinghao raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "Idiot!"
Yang Tiansheng covered his head, aggrieved, unable to voice his anger or complaint.
Yang Yinghao gave him a look, then laughed heartily and rubbed his forehead, advising, "Think more when you encounter things in the future. You need to distinguish between what’s close and what’s not, what’s light and what’s important, don’t just take on everything yourself... But you did well this time, you were not misled!"
He had already arrived.
It was only when Yang Ge risked his life to protect Yang Tiansheng that he revealed himself.
Yang Tiansheng muttered softly, "Then why did you hit me?"
Yang Yinghao became irritated again and started tapping Yang Tiansheng’s forehead with an extended finger, "I’m talking about how to act, how to act, you hog-brained..."
Yang Tiansheng quickly covered his forehead, nodding repeatedly like a pecking hen, "Yes yes, I’m a hog, I’m a hog..."
Yang Yinghao, exasperated, turned to leave, "A rotten log cannot be carved... I’ve also brought the Five Elements Hermit with me, go and attend to him. When everything’s settled, hurry back home, your mother has been worrying to the point of illness!"
He walked a few steps, then paused and turned back to look at Yang Ge in Yang Tiansheng’s arms, "Bring the lad along, your mother hasn’t made Four Joy Meatballs in quite some time..."
Yang Tiansheng’s eyes suddenly lit up, "Father, it so happens my sister dislikes that brat from the Xu Family, right? This guy is of good character, looks decent, is skilled in martial arts, and has a knack for running a big restaurant with his culinary skills, only a tiny bit behind me. If she could pair up with him, that would be genuinely great!"
Wanting to be my brother-in-law? Granny!
Yang Yinghao was stunned, and regaining his senses, he muttered "shameless" and walked away.