The Anarchic Consort (3) LAST PART

1243-1244

Chapter 1243: His Highness Meets (2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Amitabha." When the eminent monk saw that the man had left, he stood up and pushed the teacup beside him. As the teacup spun, a Buddha's head the size of a pearl rose from the wooden table. "Ever since the Purple Jade Buddha entered the world, he could not avoid the disturbances. In order to avoid this calamity, I have spread the religion all over the world. Now that I am old and will pass away soon, I should have given this mission to someone with Buddhist affinity, but now it seems that I won't be able to hold on until that time. Since he has his eyes on me, it should be difficult for me to escape. The young benefactor's morality is also suitable for this Buddha's head."

As he spoke, the eminent monk handed the Purple Jade to Bai Zhun. He put his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha." After that, he did not speak anymore and sat there meditating.

The value of the Purple Jade Buddha's head was very high.

Vice Commander Zhang had prepared a large sum of money, but to his surprise, the young master had already gotten what he wanted the moment he entered with the small suitcase.

Bai Zhun glanced at him and said indifferently, "Let's go. Don't disturb the eminent monk's rest."

Vice Commander Zhang lifted the suitcase and asked, "What about this money?"

"I don't need it anymore." Bai Zhun was the first to walk out of the courtyard. His nasal voice was still very strong, and even his head was a little heavy. Every joint of his was aching because of a bad cold.

Haven gotten into the car, the road ahead was still blocked.

Bai Zhun put the Buddha's head on his wrist. He glanced at Chauffeur Li who was sitting in front and seemed to have thought of something. He asked, "I haven't passed the car since I entered?"

"Yes," Chauffeur Li said as he turned the steering wheel. "Young master, don't be anxious. The road is indeed difficult today. I think it will take some time for us to get out of this road."

Bai Zhun lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. He just reached out and pressed on the space between his eyebrows.

How did that man come?

How did he disappear?

"Young master, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Vice commander Zhang asked from the side.

Bai Zhun put on his mask and looked out of the window. "No, let's go back as soon as possible."

"Yes." Vice Commander Zhang closed the car door.

They didn't know that on the mountain peak above their heads, a man wearing a black suit was playing with the single rose in his hand. He was looking down at the traffic that was congested into a dragon. The corners of his mouth curved into a devilish arc.

That man wasn't anyone else. It was precisely what Bai Zhun saw in the high monk's room. It was also the Devil's three palaces, Baili Jiajue.

Behind him seemed to be churning countless clouds. What was hidden in those clouds, no one could see clearly.