Ning An's Wild Wish System

”He really is talented, you can’t tell whether he’s high or low. Such an old guy, wearing such an old robe, if you say he’s playing cosplay, buddy, with that time, maybe you should go have your eyes checked first at a hospital.”

”I can’t hold it in, he doesn’t see the Daoist Master’s murderous look at all. This guy is also a talent; I don’t know how he got in. Aren’t monks supposed to be the smartest?”

”Hey, maybe he’s just pretending to be oblivious. Instead of exposing the truth and facing destiny, it’s better to play dumb and pass the buck to others. He’s just a regular monk, not the abbot, why should he risk his life?”

”Damn! So, this is the Master, my apologies, my apologies!”

”...”

The fat monk saw Li Daocheng remaining silent, thought he was tempted, and quickly struck while the iron was hot:

”I see you really suit this kasaya, truly, your demeanor is matched only by this kasaya.”

”As they say, a precious sword is given to a hero. If you want to buy it, I won’t charge the original price of 188,000, just a flat rate of 88,000, what do you think?”

Li Daocheng ambiguously responded with a ”Hmm,” but still shook his head, ”It is indeed a perfect match for me, but unfortunately, it came a step too late.”

”What do you mean, a step too late?”

The fat monk asked in confusion.

But Li Daocheng didn’t speak, instead, he set down the cloth bag on his shoulders.

Seeing the situation, the fat monk, curious about what was in the bag, leaned his head closer.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the fat monk’s face was right in front of Li Daocheng’s fist.

”Bang!”

After a loud noise, the fat monk flew backward like a ragdoll, three meters away.

Not even giving him a chance to lift his arm and say something, he just couldn’t hold on and passed out.

Seeing this, Li Daocheng sneered, not bothering to see if he was dead or alive.

He had used only ten percent of his strength, and this level of attack was just the limit for an ordinary person. If the fat monk couldn’t handle this with his thick skin, he deserves to serve the Tathagata Buddha.

”Seek death!”

The commotion naturally alarmed the Martial Monks outside the door.

A few Martial Monks holding Dragon-Slaying Staffs ran inside while shouting angrily.

”You, such nerve to cause trouble here!”

Hearing this, Li Daocheng, who was about to move forward, stopped, turned his head to look at the leading Martial Monk.

”Hiss...”

Unexpectedly, with just a look, cold sweat poured instantly from the leading Martial Monk.

The look in the eyes of the person before him was not something a human should have!

Slaughter, irritability, anger...

So many emotions melded together, along with an inexplicable aura woven in. How is this still a person? It was clearly a god of war incarnate!

The leading Martial Monk’s back was drenched in cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and asked:

”You... why did you hit someone for no reason?”

Before Li Daocheng could speak, Xiaolitou already responded first: ”Nonsense, who did he hit?”

The leading Martial Monk saw it was a kid speaking, instantly regained his momentum:

”He didn’t hit anyone, then how did my fellow brother pass out? This room is full of witnesses, you’re not even a relevant person, stop telling lies here!”

Xiaolitou sneered: ”I clearly saw the fat monk trying to extort and rob the man’s bag, but couldn’t stand firm and flew backward, what’s it to him?”

The leading Martial Monk instantly felt furious, clutching the Dragon-Slaying Staff tightly, eyes glaring.

Isn’t this utter nonsense?

Someone couldn’t stand firm and could fly three meters backward?

What, is he an actor?

Before he could speak, Xiaolitou’s next sentence left him speechless:

”Or do you believe that a seventy-year-old man could punch a brawny adult, still with thick skin, flying three meters away?”

Damn!

Hearing this, the leading Martial Monk was instantly stunned.

Turning his stiff neck, taking a closer look at Li Daocheng, his expression nearly faltered.

An old man in his seventies or eighties just punched a burly guy down?

At that moment, even though he witnessed Li Daocheng’s punch, he couldn’t help sinking into deep doubt.

Who would believe this seventy-eight-year-old man knocked down a brawny guy? Even he started to doubt whether his fat brother tried to extort him.

The leading Martial Monk awkwardly chuckled, then looked at Li Daocheng: ”Benefactor, please leave, you have no destiny with us here.”

Li Daocheng remained calmly standing in place, showing no sign of moving.

The leading Martial Monk swallowed his saliva, internally cheering himself on, spoke again:

”Benefactor...”

”Take me to see your Abbot.”

Not waiting for him to finish, Li Daocheng interrupted bluntly.

He just wanted to see today why his once Daoist Temple turned scenic spot was occupied by a bunch of bald donkeys!

Of course, giving them a good beating and making them sign IOUs to compensate for his losses was also on Li Daocheng’s to-do list.

”Who do you think you are? The Abbot isn’t someone you can see at will!”

The leading Martial Monk didn’t speak, but a young Martial Monk behind him said disdainfully.

Oh no!

The leading Martial Monk instantly felt a surge of terror, cold sweat broke out even more ferociously.

He wished he could slap the silly junior brother awake!

Just now, that Daoist easily punched a two-hundred-pound person flying, how many two hundred pounds do you have!

”Alright, alright, since this is the case, poor Daoist can only reason with force.”

With Li Daocheng’s eerie laugh, looking at the original place, Li Daocheng had disappeared.

The next second!

Li Daocheng had appeared behind the leading Martial Monk, in front of the young Martial Monk who spoke.

He slightly clenched his five fingers, seemingly casually punching out.

”Bang!”

”Ah!”

With the sound of collision and a blood-curdling scream, the young Martial Monk flew back like a ragdoll, with a twisted posture like that of a mangled zombie, flying back out.

This punch, Li Daocheng used fifty percent of his strength, sending him over ten meters away.

The young Martial Monk passed out while still airborne, then landed heavily on the ground, his face purple, life and death unknown.

Li Daocheng didn’t even glance at the young Martial Monk, only stared coldly at the leading Martial Monk.

”Take me to see your Abbot.”

He now just wanted to clarify what was going on, whoever stood in the way, he’d kill them!

To know, he was already very restrained!

In ancient times, such behaviors of occupying nests are dealt with by wiping out entire clans!

Meanwhile, the online viewers were dumbfounded watching.

”So, with such a light punch, the guy just flew so far lightly! Are you kidding me?”

”I feel compared to the old Daoist, I seem like a primitive man from ancient times. Just learned to use fire, seeing modern people driving sports cars, engines roaring.”

”So, you guys tell me, what’s real, what’s real, boohoo, I’m an actor, even if I’m on wires, I can’t fly back with such natural expression and action as he did!”

”Hah, the guy actually flew back, not performing. His expression and action are naturally fluid; obviously, you haven’t experienced this kind of life. Buy a plane ticket and rush over to experience it.”

”Yeah, yeah, acting is drawn from life. Once you truly feel that, you can perform on-screen convincingly, making it seem less fake to the audience!”

”Pfft, you beasts, if you want me dead, just say so! Didn’t you see when the man came in, he shattered the iron turnstile with a slap? What, are my bones tougher than steel?”

”Honestly, today’s Daoists seem a bit odd, whether it’s Ning An the Little Daoist of Changchun Temple or this old Daoist now, can I still learn Taoism now?”

”...”

After knocking the young Martial Monk flying, Li Daocheng suddenly felt, somehow, a bit satisfied?

Looking at the surrounding Martial Monks holding Dragon-Slaying Staffs but whose eyes trembled, Li Daocheng chuckled:

”Since you won’t lead the way for poor Daoist, poor Daoist will just have to knock you all down and step over you as a path.”