Chapter 51: Oh, do you think you are worthy?

"So there is another little monk."

Yunzhonghe saw the young monk's face clearly, and could not care about thinking about anything else. He could not help but lick the corner of his mouth and laughed strangely:

"He is even more beautiful and heart-scratching than a woman. Why not try something fresh today and kill two birds with one stone, eating both men and women."

He struck out with a pair of iron claws and steel staves in his hand, and the vines around his body broke one after another, then said:

"Little monk, don't you think this trick that looks good but is useless can fool me."

After saying this, he wanted to leap up, but suddenly let out a scream. He saw the broken vines by his feet growing wildly again, and the vines were thorny, as if containing toxins.

As a result, Yunzhonghe was entangled by the vines, his skin was covered with small holes and wounds, and even the surrounding skin and flesh withered, pitch black as ink.

In an instant, the surrounding vines changed again. The vines all had sharp thorns. At first, they were only as thin as cow hair, but in the blink of an eye, they grew to several inches. Small thorns grew on the thorns, curved and straight, growing like flying, turning into a thorn net, wrapping Yunzhonghe inside.

"Ah!"

Mournful screams rose in the dense forest, making Yue Laosan and the others tremble, not daring to make any moves.

They only saw white flowers blooming on the thorns on the thorn net that bound Yunzhonghe. The flowers were moist like jade, as if attracted by his true qi, sticking tightly to his body. In an instant, they sealed his seven orifices and four limbs, making him fall to the ground and roll in pain.

"Yue Laosan, why don't you save Yun Old Four!" Ye Erniang said with a look of horror:

"He is sealed by these strange flowers. It's fine if he becomes a blind man and a mute, but if he waits a while longer, he will be suffocated to death before the poison takes effect."

Yue Laosan shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no. Not to mention that the thorn net is poisonous, I just saw Yun Old Four trying his best to pull the strange flowers on the thorns, but he only pulled off a few."

"Such tough and difficult-to-break strange flowers, which are like leather, plus the large quantity, if I go up to save him, I'm afraid I will follow in Yun Old Four's footsteps."

Just as he said this, he shouted upward:

"Demon monk, your sorcery is excellent, but I, the Nanhai E Shen, am not scared either. If you have the ability, let's have a real fight. If you win, I will kneel down and kowtow to you as my master, that's fine too."

"This monk is a monk who has left the secular world, how can we talk about fighting."

Zhuang Buran's expression was calm. He only saw the vines supporting the bed, like tame and obedient spiritual snakes, carrying the young monk down slowly, while the dense vines around seemed to have spirituality, flying quickly to both sides.

"Demon monk, are you a human or a ghost?"

Yue Laosan shouted with trembling lips when he saw this scene.

"This monk is a living person, but there is a dead ghost beside you."

After the young monk finished speaking, the thorns on the thorn net that bound Yunzhonghe rose sharply, instantly turning him into a hedgehog ball.

Seeing this, the fear in the hearts of several people became even greater.

And when Mu Wanqing heard this young monk admit that he was a human, she forcibly suppressed the panic and anxiety in her heart and said:

"Since you are a living person, and you say you are a monk who has left the secular world, how can you easily kill?"

"Is the female donor's eyesight bad, or is her brain not working well? This monk is clearly performing the compassionate act of salvation."

Zhuang Buran raised his eyes:

"I have finally made up my mind to do my duty that matches my identity."

He paused in his tone:

"Is the female donor trying to ruin this monk's merit?"

"No... no."

Mu Wanqing only felt that under the gaze of this young monk, she had nowhere to hide, and there was a sense of horror as if she was not wearing anything, and immediately said:

"They are big villains who are shouted at by everyone in the martial arts world. The master's action to eliminate evil is doing a great good deed."

"Very good!"

Zhuang Buran clapped his hands, and countless roots emerged from the ground, extremely thick, wrapping around Ye Erniang. The child in her hand fell down, but the vines caught him gently, and then handed the sleeping child to Mu Wanqing.

"Female donor, you shouldn't make it difficult for this monk, right?"

Mu Wanqing understood the implication and immediately held the child in her arms, saying:

"Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely send him back to his parents."

"Then why don't you hurry up and ask this Ye Erniang who commits all kinds of evil where she stole the child from."

While Zhuang Buran was speaking, the thick roots also wrapped Yue Laosan tightly.

Ye Erniang ignored Mu Wanqing's question and said loudly:

"Master, if you let us go, I will tell you the origin of this child truthfully."

"Ah!"

As soon as the words fell, Yue Laosan let out a heart-piercing scream. He saw countless vines climbing onto his body, binding him tighter and tighter, and the bones of his whole body could not help but make a "creaking" sound that made one's scalp tingle.

The sharp thorns and poison continued to spread, turning his flesh and blood into a pitch-black color. In just a few breaths, he turned into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh.

Such a scene made Mu Wanqing and Ye Erniang tremble with fear.

"This monk is very puzzled, what do you have to negotiate with?" Zhuang Buran said lightly.

"Since I am called 'commits all kinds of evil', do you think I am afraid of death?" Ye Erniang gritted her teeth, her face fierce:

"It's just death, you can go ahead."

The young monk's eyes deepened:

"Seeing my methods, you should understand that it is a very simple matter for me to make a person unable to live and unable to die."

"Hmph, I've already seen it, just come ahead." Ye Erniang said coldly.

"This monk is proficient in the principles of change. Looking at your physiognomy, have you ever given birth to a child?" Zhuang Buran said gloomily.

Ye Erniang's expression changed slightly. Before she could speak, the young monk continued unhurriedly:

"Do you know that your offspring is still alive in the world? Calculating the time, it should be twenty-three or twenty-four years old."

"Master, do you know the whereabouts of my child?" Ye Erniang's face changed greatly, and she asked anxiously:

"I am willing to tell the origin of the child, and I am also willing to atone for the various sins I have committed with my death. Please, Master, for the sake of my willingness to be punished, tell me the whereabouts of my child. I just want to see him one last time before I die."

"Oh, do you think you are worthy?" The young monk said lightly.

"I know I have committed many evils and am not worthy to see him." Ye Erniang's eyes were red, and she begged bitterly:

"I just want to... see him from afar, that would be enough."

"This monk has never liked to fulfill others, but for you, I can make an exception once, because if you die easily, the resentment of thousands of infants will not be resolved."

Ye Erniang did not hesitate at all:

"Master, as long as I can see my child once, no matter what punishment I receive, I will have no complaints."

Zhuang Buran sat up from the bed made of vines, his expression indifferent:

"Go and live under Shaoshi Mountain. The day this monk returns to the temple is the day you will see your child."

He waved his sleeve and dispersed the thick roots wrapped around Ye Erniang's body:

"You have also seen this monk's methods. If you don't keep your promise, I will simply let your child cut bones to return to his father, cut flesh to return to his mother, then cut his heart and liver, and punish him with the punishment of a thousand cuts."

"In this way, it should be able to repay some of the various sins created by the parents."

When Ye Erniang heard Shaoshi Mountain, she immediately guessed that this young monk, who was like a demon, was afraid that he already knew who her child's biological father was, and she became more and more convinced that he must know the whereabouts of her son, so she hurriedly agreed:

"I dare not, I dare not, I will definitely wait for the Master to return to the temple at Shaoshi Mountain."

After speaking, she prepared to kneel down and kowtow to thank him.

"Do less of these fake gestures, and hurry up and tell this female donor the origin of the child."

Zhuang Buran dispersed the surrounding vines in an instant, and his figure was at the edge of the forest in the blink of an eye, and then gradually disappeared from the eyes of the two.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 52 =====