Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Where is the Buddha?

"This is an item of the Buddha and not ownerless," Mage Tian Shan stated solemnly, his tone as peaceful as the Buddha’s teachings.

"Oh, so it does have an owner," Wu Tian smiled playfully.

"Yes, it has an owner." Mage Tian Shan nodded, pleased that the young man finally understood. He smiled slightly and said, "You have a wise nature, so now—"

Now please give me the Golden Poluo Flower...

Before he could finish, Wu Tian cut him off with a chuckle. "In that case, please summon the Buddha, and I will return the flower to him."

"Donor, you put this poor monk in a difficult position. The Buddha resides in the heart; he is omnipresent, but—"

"But my ass." The little girl’s face soured as if she’d eaten a bitter melon. "Your tone is really starting to annoy me. Isn’t this what they call being pretentious?"

"..."

Mage Tian Shan felt a Thunderous Roar in his head. His lips twitched slightly, but he maintained his Buddha-like image, formed a prayer sign, and chanted, "Amitabha. Donor, this poor monk has your best interests at heart. The Golden Poluo Flower is extremely important to the Buddhist Sect. Possessing it could lead to unforeseen disasters. It would be better to—"

"I get what you mean," the little girl suddenly exclaimed.

Mage Tian Shan nodded. This little girl isn’t so hateful after all, he thought.

But in the next moment, the little girl clenched her small fists and huffed unhappily. "You’re saying that if we don’t give you the flower, you’ll bring people to make trouble for us, right?"

"No, no, no." Mage Tian Shan immediately shook his head. "This poor monk is a man of religion. How could I possibly do such a thing? What I mean is—"

"Shut up," Wu Tian snapped, cutting him off. How could he not see through the old bald monk’s intentions? An item of the Buddha? Unforeseen disasters if we possess it? When it comes down to it, doesn’t the old bald monk just want it for himself?

"If you want it, take it with your own strength," Wu Tian said bluntly. "If you don’t have the strength, then get lost."

"You can’t even beat my Papa, so you’d better get lost," the little girl said innocently. She wasn’t being kind-hearted; she just thought it would be hilarious to see the annoying old monk rolling on the ground.

"Amitabha." Mage Tian Shan formed a prayer sign, his voice carrying a sanctimonious tone. "The Buddha is originally benevolent and kind, but alas, you are deluded and unrepentant. This poor monk is left with no choice but to transform into the Wrathful King Kong, hoping to make you see the error of your ways."

As his voice fell, Inner Strength began to flow swiftly through his fingers. Instantly, the muscles of his entire body swelled, giving off a powerful aura. After a brief pause, Mage Tian Shan lunged toward Wu Tian. He used the Nianhua Finger technique, his fingernails emanating a slight chill. When he was just a step away, his fingertips suddenly accelerated, striking straight for Wu Tian’s throat.

Wu Tian watched the rapidly approaching fingers with a calm expression and chuckled. An Innate master?

However, the monk cultivated Inner Strength, while Wu Tian cultivated Spiritual Power. Wu Tian had initially thought an Innate master of Inner Strength would be extraordinary, but now, he seemed rather mundane. Moreover, Wu Tian could see the old monk’s martial arts were rusty. He had likely spent so many years using the Buddha’s name to bluff people that he hadn’t actually fought in a long time. He didn’t seem to realize that the Martial Path is like rowing upstream; neglect it, and you don’t just stop, you regress.

"Get lost."

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