Chapter 24: You Can Call Me

【BigMengShen: Everyone, type “Boss is awesome!” — if you hear it, say you hear it!】

【ForeverSeventeen: What’s so awesome about it?】

【YinYangEyeJianzi: Everywhere it’s awesome!】

【YinYangEyeJianzi: That move just now was incredible!】

【AngelAfterDeath: Cool!】

【IceQueen: Not bad】

【Xia Na: It’s just okay】

【BigMengShen: Xia Na, shut up. Others, say more — I love listening ()】

【ForeverSeventeen: I still need to train more ╮(‵▽′)╭】

【System Notification: ForeverSeventeen, muted for ten minutes】

【BigMengShen: Who asked you? (*)σ】

What was all my hard training for?

Isn’t it for this very moment!

The technique had form, power, and perfect timing.

Even the made-up name “Hell Funeral Double Slash Wave” sounded ten times, even nine times, louder than the original.

After all, seven out of ten moves in Beidou were made up on the spot — the original “Rock Mountain Double Slash Wave” was just a palm strike. Better to replace it with something cooler.

But wasn’t that too risky?

What if that slide had accidentally gotten me killed?

“Come on, I’m not stupid… the pressure this thing gave me was less than what I get from daily sparring with Rao Yi!”

Unless the mountain god also knew the Shadow Assassination Fist and had a skill to suppress his aura, there was no way he could’ve been taken down so easily.

The evidence proved this thing was indeed just a roadside weed.

Besides, if he couldn’t win, couldn’t he just run?

The chat group’s cross-reality function has no cooldown — I can escape whenever I want, just by thinking it.

But to prevent such embarrassing scenes, Jia Ji had prepared a backup — the unusually large string of Buddhist prayer beads on his chest.

Before crossing over, Jia Ji had secured himself — after all, until you actually fight these ghosts and monsters, no one knows if qi energy even works. So he went straight to Long Quan’s room, waited until he was gone, and snatched his Master’s prayer beads, instantly refining them.

These beads had accompanied Long Quan for thirty years; in luster and quality, they were unquestionably top-tier — eighteen jet-black beads strung together, each perfectly smooth and round, each larger than a fist.

In memory, Jia Ji had once secretly tried them as a child — he placed them in his hands and immediately felt their weight; the patina coating them was all traces of time.

Jianzi had once bought a string of beads for a hundred yen, but they shattered on the spot when she encountered a demon — proving it wasn’t that Buddhist beads had no effect on ghosts, but that cheap ones simply lacked sufficient power.

Luo Mu’s exorcism kit was the same — items like “Sunlight of Light Glasses,” “Spiritual Crunchy Salt,” “Spiritual Crunchy Amulet,” etc. — like minor defense-boosting trinkets, useful against ordinary foes, but against the mountain god just now, they were as useless as a hair in an egg rice bowl.

Such items are naturally better when larger and sturdier — this string was unquestionably a treasure among treasures, infused over decades with Long Quan’s aura and infused with spiritual will — any single bead could obliterate ordinary minor spirits.

But it had no chance to act — the ghosts and wraiths vanished before it could even unleash a single effect.

Better to give it to someone who needs it more — say…

With this thought, Jia Ji took off the massive string of prayer beads from his neck and handed it to the black-haired girl beside him, who stood a head shorter.

“Jianzi, this is for you.”

One bead could protect Jianzi once — this whole string could save her eighteen times. As long as she doesn’t face a ghost stronger than the Three Fox Valley mountain god, even a little unlucky girl like her should be safe for a long time… right?

He couldn’t be sure, couldn’t guarantee it — maybe the water in this world was deeper than he thought, and power inflation was as fast as a zombie apocalypse novel, where you start fighting minor zombies and end up battling the Heavenly Master.

After all, he didn’t know what would come next — spiritual energy revival, strange disturbances, legend rules, interdimensional fusion, the Elderly Woman stealing Dan Dan, or even alien invasion — anything was possible.

“It looks incredibly valuable…” The beads were enormous — Jianzi accepted them with both hands, then suddenly gasped.

Not just valuable — extremely heavy.

Just how heavy?

“Not much — just eighteen kilograms.”

“Not everyone needs a neck grind!”

“Good for exercise then?”

Luo Mu and Third Branch Granny were also drawn over — this was the first time they’d seen such an outrageous artifact. Previously, Jia Ji’s overwhelming life aura had masked it; now, isolated, its true nature became visible.

“A door wide open!”

The Shantown Divine Mother exclaimed in awe.

“Turn it over.”

The divine child Luo Mu commented.

The more they looked, the more stunned they became — in the eyes of those who could “see,” the beads constantly radiated turbulent spiritual power, multicolored flames threatening to ignite an invisible storm.

Such a level of magic treasure — they’d never seen its like in their lives. It belonged among the sealed treasures of great sects.

“Where did you get this?”

“Passed down from ancestors.”

“Only a fool would believe you!”

Jia Ji just chuckled, offering no defense.

On Long Quan’s hands, it was just a trinket; on his, it was still decoration — but to Jianzi, it was like carrying a portable exorcism barrier.

Buddhist Prayer Beads: Since you’re in another world, show your real power~

Though she held it with both hands, the string, over a meter long, nearly dragged on the ground. Not only could she not turn it over — her face was flushed red, her arms trembling, and she’d collapse any second, letting the beads crash heavily to the floor.

“Hey, how am I supposed to carry this back?”

Jianzi glared at Jia Ji, then let most of the beads hang on the ground to share the weight, holding only the tip.

Thinking of how this guy had carried such a heavy thing around his neck and still ran and jumped like nothing, Jianzi couldn’t help but sigh — people really were different. She couldn’t even hold it for minutes.

She hadn’t brought a backpack — was she supposed to drag it all the way back?

“Figure it out yourself. I told you to hit the gym, but you didn’t listen. Now you know how hard it is,” Jia Ji waved his hand. “I’m leaving. Contact me later.”

“Ah, okay,” Jianzi replied automatically, staring at the massive string of beads coiled like a serpent on the ground — her eyes swam with dizzying spirals.

“Wait — how should we address you?” Luo Mu stopped their actual savior — they’d never even learned his name. It was too rude.

The masked hedgehog-haired man paused, then said: “Call me — Buddhist Prayer Beads War God!”

Then he vanished.

In tribute to the legendary commentator, Buddhist Prayer Beads War God (Bo, we love you)

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I watched it a hundred times in three days — so awesome. This is exactly the kind of absolute genius I needed for my static MADs

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(End of Chapter)