Chapter 104 Mad Monk

The old baldy Yuan Dian gave an order, but Yuan Chen didn't move.

Yuan Dian frowned. He was confident he had complete control over Yuan Chen. Normally, at his command, Yuan Chen would have already shot out. What was happening today?

"Yuan Chen, junior brother, subdue this brat for me. Didn't you hear your senior brother?"

Yuan Dian emphasized his tone, but Yuan Chen still didn't move. His eyes were deep-set, staring blankly at Chen Xiao.

A glimmer flickered in his eyes, as if he were recalling some past event.

"Yuan Chen!"

Yuan Dian's shout was like a booming bell.

This time, Yuan Chen finally came to his senses and turned to look at Yuan Dian.

"Yuan Chen, junior brother, bring this benefactor Chen back to the temple, let him listen to the Buddhist scriptures, and feel the true meaning of Buddhist principles..."

Yuan Dian pointed at Chen Xiao, repeating what he had said before.

Yuan Chen looked in the direction Yuan Dian was pointing, and his eyes showed a different color again.

This time, however, he didn't fall into a daze, but slowly walked towards Chen Xiao.

Yuan Dian nodded in satisfaction. He had trained Yuan Chen for twenty years and was confident that he could make him completely obedient.

But he never expected that when Yuan Chen arrived in front of Chen Xiao, he would directly kneel on the ground.

"Master, you're finally back!"

Yuan Chen's voice was filled with excitement, his whole body trembling slightly, his eyes shining brightly.

His gaze was like finding a long-lost relative.

Chen Xiao was dumbfounded. Master?

Everyone was stunned. Was Chen Xiao the mad monk's master? What was going on?

Yuan Dian inwardly cried out in alarm and roared, "Fool, open your eyes and look! Where is he your master?"

After Yuan Dian's shout, Yuan Chen's eyes began to become dazed, but his gaze remained fixed on Chen Xiao, muttering, "You're not my master, you're not my master..."

"No, you are my master, you are my master!"

Suddenly, Yuan Chen changed to another voice and shouted loudly.

Hearing this voice, Ninth Lord not far away suddenly shuddered. This was the voice of the mad monk from back then!

"He's not my master, I am Yuan Chen, I have no master..."

"He is your master, you idiot! You've been tricked by the old monk and you don't even know it! Wake up!"

"You're so noisy, don't disturb me!"

"Wake up!"

Two voices rang out alternately. Yuan Chen seemed to have split personality. The two personalities within him took turns controlling his body.

"Amitabha, good, good! Fool, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore. Come back to senior brother!"

Master Yuan Dian's Buddhist chant rang out again, and Yuan Chen was startled, turning to look at Master Yuan Dian.

"Yuan Chen, junior brother, come back."

"Yes, senior brother Yuan Dian."

Yuan Chen stood up, but just then, Chen Xiao suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute, you said I'm your master? Who exactly is your master?"

Chen Xiao hadn't expected that he was just asking a question, and Yuan Chen inexplicably exploded.

He turned back, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Chen Xiao.

"Master, master, you are not master, how can you impersonate my master? You bastard!"

Yuan Chen gritted his teeth and cursed.

Chen Xiao was completely bewildered. Damn it, you were the one who said I was your master, when did I impersonate you?

"You bastard, you dare to impersonate my master, I'm going to kill you!"

Yuan Chen's eyes were red, and suddenly he shook his arms.

With a crash—

The chains snapped in response, bursting out with surging zhenqi.

Some people in the banquet hall couldn't dodge in time and were killed by the scattered iron chain fragments.

"He's crazy, he's crazy, the mad monk is crazy!"

Someone shouted, and then everyone screamed and stood up, desperately rushing out.

"The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, fool, wake up quickly! Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā..."

The old baldy Yuan Dian chanted the Buddha's name, trying to awaken Yuan Chen.

His chanting did attract Yuan Chen's attention.

However, the current Yuan Chen was no longer Yuan Chen. The part of him that belonged to Yuan Chen had been completely suppressed by the other part.

And the other part was the mad monk!

"Damn it, you hypocritical old monk, it's you, it's you who made me fall asleep for more than twenty years!"

The mad monk stared at Yuan Dian hatefully.

Yuan Dian fearlessly chanted loudly, "Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā... Yuan Chen, fool, wake up quickly!"

"I'll wake up your *malegebi*!" (*malegebi* is a vulgar Chinese expression)

The mad monk ran forward and punched him. "You *malegebi*, you wouldn't even let me eat my fill, starving me like this!"

Bang—

Half of Yuan Dian's face was embedded in his head, and brain matter flowed out of his nostrils.

Until the last moment of his death, he was still chanting the Buddha's name, he could be considered a very devout Buddhist disciple.

"Hahahaha, Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be survived! Little Master Yuan Dian, you thought too highly of yourself, actually trying to control this mad monk, hahahahaha!"

Ninth Lord seemed to have found something amusing and laughed loudly, "This mad monk is naturally mischievous, how can you subdue him with flowery words? Do you think you are the Buddha..."

As he spoke, Ninth Lord suddenly stopped because he found that the mad monk was walking towards him.

"No one is allowed to move, get back here!"

The mad monk shouted loudly. The fastest people had already reached the entrance of the stairs, and even if they heard the mad monk's words, they didn't care. After all, survival was right in front of them...

However, the mad monk casually grabbed a chair and threw it towards the entrance of the stairs. The chair hit the entrance of the stairs, and the qi exploded, killing a group of people on the spot...

Those who were lucky enough to survive dared not run around again and obediently returned to their seats.

All of this happened in just a few seconds. The mad monk's gaze remained fixed on Ninth Lord, as if he didn't care what he did to the others.

But everyone didn't dare to escape anymore because they knew that if they didn't run for the time being, they might not die, but if they ran now, they would definitely die.

"You motherfucker, who the hell are you calling naturally mischievous? Who are you calling the mad monk?"

The mad monk came to Ninth Lord and cursed, spitting all over Ninth Lord's face, cursing very dirty.

Ninth Lord wiped the saliva off his face, and his yellowish fingernails pointed at the mad monk, cursing, "You mad monk, you're going crazy with me again? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Twenty-four years ago, I wasn't afraid of you!"

"Now, I'm even more different than before, you mad monk, I'll let you see my methods today!"