Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 51 Oh, do you think you deserve it?

"So there's a little monk there."

Yun Zhonghe saw the young monk's face clearly, and without thinking too much, he couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth and laughed strangely:
"She's even more beautiful than a woman, so why not try something new today? Kill two birds with one stone, attracting both men and women."

He struck out with a pair of iron claws and steel staffs in his hands, breaking all the vines around him. He then said:
"Little monk, do you think you can fool me with this trick that looks good but has no effect?"

After saying that, he wanted to jump up, but suddenly he let out a scream, and saw that the broken vines at his feet grew wildly again, and there were thorns in the vines, which seemed to contain poison.

As a result, Yun Zhonghe was entangled by vines, his skin was covered with tiny holes and wounds, and the surrounding flesh shriveled and turned as black as ink.

In an instant, the surrounding vines regenerated and changed, and there were sharp thorns on the vines. At first, they were only as thin as cow hair needles, and then they grew to several inches. Small thorns grew on the thorns, some curved and some straight, growing rapidly, turning into a thorn net, wrapping Yun Zhonghe in it.

"what!"

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream in the dense forest, which made the South China Sea Crocodile God and his men tremble and dared not move.

White flowers burst out from the sharp spikes of the thorn net that bound Yun Zhonghe. The flowers were as bright and smooth as jade, as if attracted by his true energy. They stuck to his body and sealed his seven orifices and limbs in an instant, causing him to fall to the ground and roll in pain.

"Yue Lao San, why don't you save Yun Lao Si!" Ye Er Niang said with horror:

"It's not surprising that he's been blinded and mute by these strange flowers, but if he's been a little longer, he'll probably suffocate to death before the poison takes effect."

Yue Lao San shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, not to mention that the barbed wire is poisonous, I just saw Yun Lao Si trying hard to pull the strange flowers off the thorns, but he only managed to pull off a few."

"These strange flowers are so tough and hard to break, like leather, and there are so many of them. If I go forward to save them, I'm afraid I'll end up like Yun Lao Si."

As soon as he said this, he shouted upwards:

"Evil monk, you may be a master of magic, but I, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea, am not one to be scared. If you dare, let's fight with real swords and guns. If you win, I will kneel down and kowtow to you and become your disciple. That's fine."

"Monks are hermits, how can they fight?"

Zhuang Bu Ran's expression was calm. He saw the vines supporting the bed, like a long-tamed, gentle and graceful snake, slowly descending with the young monk, while the dense vines around it seemed quite spiritual and quickly retreated to both sides.

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

When Yue Lao San saw this scene, he roared with trembling lips.

"Aren't monks just living people? You have a dead ghost next to you."

After the young monk finished speaking, the spikes on the thorn net that bound Yun Zhonghe suddenly grew, instantly turning him into a hedgehog ball.

Seeing this, several people became even more frightened.

When Mu Wanqing heard the young monk admit that he was a human, she suppressed her fear and said:
"Since he's a living person, and you claim to be a monk, how can you kill him so easily?"

"Is the female donor's eyesight or brain not working well? The monk is clearly performing a compassionate act of salvation."

Zhuang Bu Ran raised his eyes:
"I finally made up my mind to do something that's in line with my status."

He paused:
"Could it be that the female donor wants to ruin the monk's merits?"

"No, no."

Mu Wanqing felt that she had nowhere to hide under the gaze of this young monk, and she felt a sense of horror as if she was wearing nothing at all. She immediately said:

"They are the villains that everyone in the martial arts world hates. Master, you are actually doing a great good thing by eliminating these villains."

"Very good!"

Zhuang Bu Ran clapped his hands, and countless roots, immensely thick, erupted from the ground. As they wrapped around Ye Er Niang, the child in her arms fell, only to be gently caught by the vines, which then passed the still-sleeping child to Mu Wan Qing. "Donor, you won't make things difficult for a monk, will you?"

Mu Wanqing understood the elegant meaning of the music and immediately held the child in her arms, saying:
"Master, please rest assured. I will definitely send him back to his parents."

"Why don't you go and ask this evil woman Ye Erniang where she stole the child from?"

While Zhuang Bu Ran was speaking, his thick roots entangled Yue Lao San tightly.

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

"Master, if you let us go, I will tell you the truth about this child's origins."

"what!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Lao San let out a heart-wrenching scream, and saw countless vines climbing up his body, binding him tighter and tighter, and his bones all over his body couldn't help but make a "crunching" sound that made his scalp numb.

The poison of the spikes continued to spread, turning his flesh and blood into inky black. In just a few breaths, it turned into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh.

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

"The monk is very confused. What right do you have to come here to negotiate terms?" Zhuang Bu'ran said lightly.

"Since I've been called a wicked person, do you think I'm afraid of death?" Ye Erniang gritted her teeth, her face fierce.
"It's just a matter of death, so come on, if you can."

The young monk's eyes were slightly deep:

"You've seen my methods, so you should understand that it's a simple matter for me to make someone unable to live or die."

"Hmph, I've already seen it. Come on." Ye Erniang said coldly.

"The monk is well versed in Yi principles. Judging from your face, have you ever given birth to a son?" Zhuang Buyan said quietly.

Ye Erniang's expression changed slightly. Before she could speak, the young monk continued calmly:
"You know your offspring is still alive. Calculating the time, he's probably around twenty-three or twenty-four years old."

"Master, do you know where my son is?" Ye Erniang's face changed drastically, and she asked anxiously:
"I wish to tell you the boy's origins, and I am willing to die to atone for all the sins I have committed. Master, please, in consideration of my willingness to accept punishment, tell me my son's whereabouts. I only want to see him one last time before I die."

"Oh, do you think you deserve it?" the young monk asked calmly.

"I know I've done so many evil things that I'm not worthy of seeing him." Ye Er's eyes were red as he pleaded bitterly:
"I just want to see him from a distance, and that's enough for me."

"Monks never like to help others, but for you, I can make an exception. If you die so easily, the resentment of thousands of babies will not be dispelled."

Ye Erniang did not hesitate at all:
"Master, as long as I can see my son, I will have no complaints no matter what punishment I suffer."

Zhuang Bu Ran sat up from the vine bed, his expression dull:

"Go stay at the foot of Mount Shaoshi for a while. The day the monk returns to the temple will be the day you will meet your son."

He waved his sleeves and dispersed the thick roots that were wrapped around Ye Erniang's body:
"You've seen the monk's methods. If you don't keep your promise, I'll have your son's bones removed and returned to his father, his flesh cut off and returned to his mother, and then I'll have his heart and liver ripped out, and then I'll punish him by slicing him to pieces."

"This should help me atone for some of the sins my parents have committed."

When Ye Erniang heard about Shaoshi Mountain, she immediately guessed that this demon-like young monk must have known who her child's biological father was. She became more and more convinced that he must know the whereabouts of her son, and hurriedly agreed:
"No, no, I will wait for the master to return to the temple at Shaoshi Mountain."

After saying this, he prepared to kneel down and kowtow to express his gratitude.

"Stop these pretentious tricks and tell this female donor the origin of the child."

Zhuang Bu Ran dispersed the vines around him in an instant, and his figure was at the edge of the woods in the blink of an eye, then gradually disappeared from the sight of the two people.

(End of this chapter)