Chapter 314: Tattoo

Bai Lang only feels a stabbing pain in his back, not just like fire burning, he even suspects his spinal bones are being pulled out, and from the wind he senses the big boss behind him moving like a dragon and phoenix, constantly feeling his back being messed with. "Is this a tattoo or what? Not going to tattoo Haro Kaidi or Peppa Pig, right? If it's those two, I'd be too ashamed to face anyone." In fact, not only those two would be shameful; if he had a little yellow chicken tattoo, Bai Lang would be equally embarrassed.

However, Da Dian wouldn't be so bored; after a tea's time the stabbing pain on Bai Lang's back vanished, and Da Dian, holding only half of the luminous powder, moved it to Bai Lang's front. Bai Lang saw the inscrutably profound smile on the big boss's face, and the next moment Da Dian placed a palm imprint on Bai Lang's chest. Bai Lang almost shouted—the chest was both painful and itchy, constantly digging inward, making his bones itch as well.

Moreover, this was an uncontrollable strange itch; if Bai Lang could move, he might have already crushed his own bones with a claw. But now he can only endure; he can't even clench his teeth, just bears it—who made his whole body beyond his control? It means Da Dian should have given him a face, not let Bai Lang lose control. The monk clapped a few times in front of Bai Lang, then pressed his two fingers together and drew on Bai Lang's front body for a while, finally clapped, "Done! This also counts as giving an explanation to the departed."

The monk Da Dian also laughed loudly, "If you get into trouble later, just like your master did, then you'll need this old monk to save you. Hahaha." Amid the laughter, Da Dian, originally a withered middle‑aged monk, began to change—he grew younger and started to "inflate". Even a tough guy like Bai Lang, seeing Da Dian now, would have to exclaim, "Indeed a good monk!"

This monk's muscular lines were even more striking than Bai Lang's, glossy and oily—at least Bai Lang had no desire to fight this monk. "Damn, a bowl‑sized fist on this oily, shining body; whoever wants to fight, fight, but I absolutely won't." The fighting aura emanating from this monk was far beyond Bai Lang's reach; he had only seen comparable strength in his cheap monster master.

In fact, this good monk's true mastery lay in various blind, dog‑eye striking and grappling techniques, far more comprehensive and fierce than Bai Lang's favored hard‑bridge, hard‑horse Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist strikes—being twisted into a triangle by this monk would seal Bai Lang's death… Yet if they truly faced off, Da Dian could probably kill dozens of Bai Langs with a single roar. "His scheming is lively; it seems he truly caught that guy's eye and became his disciple."

Da Dian pressed his palms together, "Excellent, excellent. Little Shi, would you like this humble monk to recite a passage of the Sutra of Rebirth for you?" Bai Lang heard it, his eyebrows not eyebrows, his eyes not eyes, his mouth crooked, and realized he could actually move. "Boss, what do you mean?" Bai Lang asked.

"Since you are that baboon's disciple, you are inevitably entangled with that guy… Do you know how many enemies your master has across the world?" Da Dian smiled squintingly, sitting on a mat, the good monk even reflected candlelight, showing a striking ancient bronze hue. Bai Lang touched his chest; now his chest and back were glowing, and he couldn't tell what the big boss had done to him.

Regarding Da Dian's words, Bai Lang only thought they made sense; his cheap master had said similar things before, and this guy's enemies could indeed be worldwide. "You think his enemies are everywhere? Wrong, wrong, hahaha. His enemies total only one and a half—Heavenly Court counts as half, and the Western Great Thunder Sound Temple is the other. Yes, he has a feud with the Western Heaven." Da Dian continued leisurely, seeming that gossip about Zhou Shubi was also interesting.

"Your master attained the Dao for two thousand years, dominating the world and traversing the three realms and six paths, yet he spent most of his life squatting in a bitter kiln." While mentioning squatting in the bitter kiln, Da Dian lowered his eyes and recited a Buddha's name. "It was the deeds of Shakyamuni Buddha and Avalokitesvara, Zhou Shubi entered and exited repeatedly, of course he eventually saved his wife—this made the baboon furious. So after escaping, he kept looking for trouble with the Tathagata…"

Da Dian laughed, "Having said that, I don't know which Arhat from the Buddhist Sect might come after you? Which heavenly soldiers from the Heavenly Court might be dispatched? But I think you haven't broken any heavenly laws, so perhaps no immortal or Buddha will specifically come for you—just that if your divine skills remain unachieved, you should avoid wandering before the myriad heavens and Buddhas…" With that, the monk stood up, "Can't stay, can't stay, I see that troublesome guy is coming too. This old monk also has to go preach my marvelous method, hehe."

In the blink of an eye, this good monk faded away. Bai Lang finally saw what was on his body—"Why does this thing look stranger the more I look at it?" He saw ferocious beasts on his chest and back, claws and teeth materialized with distinct colors, not black ink but colorful. Using the reflected light in the bronze hall, Bai Lang examined his back. "These two are both canids, pretty fierce—one has drooping ears and tail, the other erect ears and tail, and the heads are rectangular… Okay, they're a wolf and a mastiff."

Not only those two canids, Bai Lang also saw a long‑tailed colorful pheasant spreading its wings over his shoulders and back; its feathers were truly splendid and the colors even had a metallic sheen—such craftsmanship is indescribable. Then on Bai Lang's upper body were tattoos—a majestic rooster, a soaring raven, a crimson monkey whose fur seemed to blaze, and a jet‑black raging ape.

"Seven animals, trying to open a zoo on my body?" Bai Lang twisted his torso, then realized that damn big boss not only tattooed these things; between the seven animals there seemed to be something vague, though he couldn't see it, only feel it. These seven animals left Bai Lang uncertain; the boss wouldn't waste effort, especially this monk‑demon big boss, and Bai Lang suddenly recalled that the seven animals might be the Western White Tiger Seven Mansions.

It seems Master Da Dian also saw through Bai Lang's cultivation path at a glance, knowing he had been training from the Tiger Form in his fist art, and now has cultivated White Tiger killing aura.

Does this tattoo have any benefit? According to the boss, it does, but for now it can't be used. Bai Lang didn't feel his true Qi increase or circulate more powerfully, so perhaps it only works in his own world. However, there is another benefit: Bai Lang's previously fine flesh now finally matches the aesthetic of this era—a good body pairs with a silk‑like tattoo.

Moreover, Bai Lang's tattoo is colored; such intricate ferocity is simply excellent.