Chapter 124 The Showdown

Zhou boss stretched his hand out of the bed and flicked off the ash from his cigarette.

It has to be said, if you spent 88 yuan on a 4D movie ticket and were sitting in the theater watching this scene, even if the plot of the movie was clichéd and the acting skills of the male and female leads were terrible, this shot alone would be worth the price of admission.

The bodhisattva's entrance was truly impressive. It was clear that this was a professional who knew how to make an entrance, create the right atmosphere, and stir people's emotions.

Wasn't Lao Zhang already holding onto the side of the hospital bed with both hands, barely managing not to kneel down and kowtow?

Zhou boss shook his head. Beautiful and shocking it might be, but to be honest, the bodhisattva wasn't here specifically to give you a "Buddha's Light" show. If Zhou boss really wanted to see that, he thought he might as well go back and re-watch Orochi from King of Fighters '97.

A few of the kids from the orphanage had taken him to the arcade back then. He vaguely remembered that you could unleash that attack by sliding the joystick forward in a half-circle and then backward in a half-circle while pressing the C button.

The young monk over there still maintained his dignified demeanor, perfectly embodying the detached air of a Buddhist monk. But if he knew that Zhou boss's mind had already wandered into such bizarre territory, he might actually become depressed enough to vomit blood.

But no matter what, the monk's purpose wasn't to perform. As the saying goes, one can lose the battle but not the war. Being cornered at the hospital bed and being shown off to like this still felt unpleasant.

Lao Zhang couldn't be counted on, and the Xie Zhi's (mythical creature that can distinguish between right and wrong) avatar couldn't do much at this point unless the Xie Zhi itself personally descended here.

So…

The old Taoist?

Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist, planning to have the one inside the old Taoist show off the muscles of Mount Tai. Regardless of the final victory or defeat, at least he had to win back some dignity.

Who knew that the old Taoist had already knelt on the bed and started kowtowing towards the monk, tears streaming down his face, extremely excited, like the most die-hard fan finally seeing their idol. He estimated that if the bodhisattva said something at this moment, the old Taoist would not hesitate to leave the Taoist sect and join the Buddhist sect, and then shamelessly justify himself by saying, "Buddhism and Taoism come from the same origin."

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He could understand the old Taoist's reaction, but why hadn't the one inside the old Taoist come out yet?

Could it be that he and Tie Hanhan (Iron Idiot) had to take the lead first?

Zhou Ze trusted the old Taoist, but he wasn't so sure about that last emperor.

The young monk was already walking over slowly. Flowers bloomed lushly in the area where his wooden clogs passed. Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt on the ground and got out of bed.

They had already come to his door, so he and his companions couldn't really start drawing lots to decide who would go first, right?

In the sky, a huge shadow suddenly appeared, blotting out the sun!

Immediately afterward, angry roars and howls came crashing down, followed by a vast body that far surpassed mountains!

"Tie Hanhan!"

Zhou Ze shouted in his heart.

He felt that since they had already been discovered, and people had already come to his door, even using "knives," what was the point of hiding anymore?

Regardless of the final outcome, they had to go all out.

Who knew that the Iron Idiot inside him still didn't respond.

The old Taoist, astonished, looked up and saw the terrifying body over Shanghai constantly pressing down, and he was completely stunned.

Although he had been in the hospital for some time and had experienced a lot of bad things, he hadn't lost his normal way of thinking. But what was happening now?

The bodhisattva had come out, and he was still worshiping him, but a giant meat mountain was coming down on his head?

So, a ridiculous scene appeared.

When the sky was collapsing, Zhou Ze and the old Taoist looked up together, gazing at the sky like onlookers watching a car fire, seemingly not worried that the car would explode.

The only one still doing something was Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang clenched his fingers tightly and began to summon the power of the Xie Zhi avatar within him.

He wouldn't care what Zhou Ze and the old Taoist were going to do. He only knew what he needed to do.

Especially when facing this kind of dangerous situation, he was able to maintain his clarity.

Ying Gou (one of the four ancient zombies) still wasn't moving.

Zhou Ze didn't continue shouting in his heart.

Fine, if there was no movement, there was no movement.

Zhou Ze simply sat back on the bed, took out another cigarette, like an incurable smoker whose only wish before death was to have one more.

"Boss, the sky is falling!"

The old Taoist couldn't bother to continue licking the bodhisattva's boots at this moment, and could only look at his boss with pleading eyes.

In his eyes, his boss was the kind of hero who always came to save him on auspicious clouds.

In fact, most of the time, it was like this. Whenever the bookstore faced a truly terrifying opponent, everyone would basically assist, and then the boss would solve the battle.

But now, the boss was sitting there like nothing was happening, still fumbling with the lighter.

What was he doing!

The old Taoist was so anxious that he wanted to rush up and slap the cigarette out of Zhou Ze's hand and shout, "Smoking is harmful to your health!"

But he still didn't dare, he just stared at Zhou Ze with pleading, expectation, and a bit of incomprehension and resentment in his eyes.

Lao Zhang on the side was also very anxious.

Although he knew that even if he summoned the power of the Xie Zhi avatar within him, it might not change the situation, he still wanted to try.

However, he didn't know if it was because he had been shocked by the bodhisattva's appearance, making his heart very uneasy, or for some other reason, he couldn't even activate the power of the Xie Zhi at this moment.

It was like someone sitting on a motorcycle, trying to step on the pedal hard, but couldn't start the engine no matter what.

The more anxious he was, the less he could start it, and the more he couldn't start it, the more anxious he became.

Sweat the size of soybeans was constantly dripping from his cheeks. Lao Zhang clenched his lips and continued to try.

After all, at this moment, you have nothing else to do but try.

"Snap!"

Zhou Ze lit the cigarette.

It had to be said, the mountain flowers were blooming, the air was fresh, and smoking here seemed to make the taste even more fragrant.

And the terrifying darkness overhead was getting closer and closer!

………………

The young monk stopped. The distance was already very close.

He could clearly see the three people around the hospital bed.

He could also see the Di Ting (mythical beast) that was already crashing down from above.

Even, he could clearly perceive the panicked emotions emanating from the Di Ting at this moment.

The Di Ting was afraid of the last emperor. The meeting a thousand years ago, although the result was the disappearance of the last emperor and the rise of the Ten Kings of Hell, the scene of the last emperor approaching the Di Ting and patting its head had almost become an indelible shadow in the Di Ting's heart.

And now, it was trying to use its body to crush that terrifying existence in this Sumeru small world!

Excited? Of course, it was excited.

But it was still panicking like hell.

The bodhisattva smiled.

He didn't scold his Dharma protector beast for its cowardice at this moment.

Some things are human nature, and deliberately ignoring them would be a poor move.

The most frightening thing in life is not having anything to fear.

So, for a long time, he had longed to put a statue on his altar so that he could try to revere something.

"Amitabha."

With a chant of the Buddha's name, the Di Ting's heart became peaceful.

It was as if its Buddha-heart had been consolidated, and the speed of its descent suddenly accelerated.

This wasn't a dark cloud pressing down on the city, nor was it a great wave sweeping away everything. This was a true, earth-splitting, sky-collapsing event!

At this moment, even this Sumeru small world began to tremble slightly, as if even it couldn't withstand the Di Ting's heavy blow.

The young monk looked ahead, looking at the three people over there.

His first glance fell on Lao Zhang, and his eyes revealed a sense of depth.

His second glance fell on Zhou Ze, and he frowned slightly.

Finally, his gaze completely fell on the old Taoist, and his face showed solemnity.

The young monk sat cross-legged, formed a mudra with his hands, and a golden lotus flower bloomed beneath him, holding him up.

…………

As the darkness above got closer and closer, the almost substantive sense of oppression made it almost impossible to breathe.

The old Taoist's gaze towards Zhou Ze was also changing.

Zhou boss really wasn't flustered. Since the Iron Idiot wasn't moving, there was no use in him panicking.

One was a salted fish, and the other was someone who used to demand that his descendants kill his master for the sake of face.

Combining the two, they could really create a kind of indifferent attitude towards death.

At first, the old Taoist was full of expectation and pleading.

Gradually, the old Taoist's eyes turned red.

The old Taoist had directly ignored Lao Zhang's situation anyway.

The old Taoist clutched the bedsheets tightly with both hands. Death wasn't that scary. For people like them, especially for people of the old Taoist's age, even if they couldn't face death calmly, they could at least have a little composure. After all, when he found out he had cancer, the old Taoist had done some psychological preparation. Anyway, he was old, so he would just go when it was time.

But the thought of dying in bed from illness and being crushed into powder like this was really hard to accept.

Slowly, the redness in the old Taoist's eyes began to fade.

It seemed that because Zhou Ze had really expressed an "indifferent" attitude, or perhaps because the darkness above was really pressing down on his head.

The emotions of tension, fear, and panic on the old Taoist's face also began to dissipate.

In the depths of his eyes, another kind of brilliance began to be released, as if he had become a different person. And he really had become a different person.

Finally, the Di Ting's huge body was already less than half a meter above everyone's heads.

The old Taoist looked up and let out a long groan in his throat, as if someone had just woken up from a dream.

With some helplessness, some unwillingness, and some amusement, the old Taoist stretched out his hand and with a "snap!" one hand supported the majestic body above, while sighing: "Alas."