CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 122: THE DESCENT OF THE BUDDHA’S CHILD_3

So, Han Lie revealed a crooked Dragon King-like sinister smile—since he was backlit, Dan Zihao and Kong Yize could only see Han Lie seeming to smirk, which felt increasingly terrifying.

When he spoke again, it was all about startling them.

"You’re disturbing my cultivation..."

His voice was dry, devoid of any emotion, the rate of speech slow and drifting, truly a bit ghostly.

Kong Yize felt like losing control again and hastily dropped his pride, begging for mercy, "Bro, I know I was wrong. Just let me go to the bathroom, and after I come back, you can beat me however you want..."

DANG!

What answered him was a light tap.

Every three seconds, consistent and precise, not even letting him finish his sentence.

Han Lie sat in silence, pinning them down with just his gaze.

After two more taps, he finally spoke in his dry voice.

"Since you’re here, keep me company until I finish my homework."

Homework? What in the world is this about?!

Dan Zihao and Kong Yize felt like they were going insane, unable to keep up!

Confused, they then saw the lunatic across from them open the book in his left hand, and with the sound of woodblock tapping, he began to chant softly.

"Namo Xiang Yun Gai Bodhisattva Mahasattva."

He repeated it three times.

Then he began to recite the Purification of Speech Mantra.

"Om, Shuri Shuri, Maha Shuri, Shushuri, Svaha."

The two of them stared, their eyes wide, pupils contracting to the size of needlepoints.

They watched in horror as the "Arhat" in the shadows chanted solemnly, feeling a chill shoot up from the soles of their feet, sending shivers down their spines.

...

Zhou Ci stumbled to his dorm room door, fumbling with the keys while shivering, unlocked the door, hurriedly closed it behind him, and finally dared to breathe loudly.

He slumped to the floor against the door, panting heavily for a while, his fright slowly subsiding.

Looking up, unsurprisingly, there was no one in the dorm.

Dammit, why does the dorm feel so creepy? A bunch of idiots, always out partying—party your damn heads off! Huh? Wait a minute! Little Tiger didn’t go out; he’s still trapped in that tomb!

Just as Zhou Ci thought of Little Tiger, the door was suddenly slammed open with force, pushing him far across the room and sending him face-first to the ground.

His nose, which had just shown signs of stopping its bleeding, began to effing bleed again.

"Son of a... Little Tiger?"

Surprise bloomed across Zhou Ci’s face. After such a terrifying experience, seeing his good friend brought a surge of relief.

"Are you all right?!"

Little Tiger plopped down on a stool and answered in fits and starts, "I’m... pant... I’m fine... pant... It was just... so fucking... pant... scary..."

He’s fine, that’s good! He’s fine!

Zhou Ci was nearly moved to tears, rushing over to give his good friend a loving hug.

It wasn’t that they were especially close; he just really didn’t dare stay alone in the dorm.

As he went in for the hug, he suddenly wrinkled his nose.

"Hey, what’s that smell on you?"

Little Tiger, with a mournful face, retched twice. "Damn it, Dan Zihao, that idiot, pissed all over my face. It made me throw up..."

Zhou Ci was dumbfounded.

In an instant, the stench of blood, pee, and fermenting food scraps assaulted his nostrils all at once. Zhou Ci felt utterly overwhelmed.

BLECH!

The two of them retched for a while, then started figuring out what to do.

"Zhou, what do we do now?" Little Tiger asked, his face pale.

"Do you still dare to go after him?"

No sooner had Zhou Ci asked than Little Tiger hastily waved his hands.

"No! Bro, I really don’t want to see that bastard... that ’big brother’ again. He’s a complete psycho, isn’t he? Just thinking about him makes my legs shake!"

As expected.

Honestly, the thought of Han Lie also made his damn legs tremble. What kind of hellish scene was this? No wonder Huang Wei, Ding Ding, and Little Northeast didn’t dare return to the dorm to sleep!

"Let’s not fight him anymore," Zhou Ci said.

Little Tiger grimaced and muttered, "That kind of guy... you think we can subdue him by having three or four people gang up on him? Bro, don’t be naive..."

Zhou Ci nodded, feeling the same way.

Even if we called two more people right now and went over, we could probably win the fight, but it’s hard to say if someone would die. And if someone did, it would definitely be one of us.

A glint of wisdom shone in Zhou Ci’s eyes. "Come on, let’s go negotiate peace with the big brothers!"

...

In dormitory 204 on the second floor, Liu Yingjun was lazily puffing on a cigarette, angrily scolding Old Hu.

Fang Tongzhi watched with a smile, neither interjecting nor trying to break up the argument.

Old Hu, of course, retorted, "It’s my own money, I’ll spend it however I want!"

As the argument escalated, the dormitory door suddenly burst open, and everyone turned their heads in unison.

They were all utterly stunned.

"Little Zhou, you two..."

Zhou Ci hadn’t dared to waste a second, not even stopping to wipe his face. Bloodied, he had rushed down.

"Quick, hurry upstairs and save them!"

Old Hu was the first to stand up. He pulled open the keyboard tray under his desk and drew out a steel pipe.

"What happened?! Who did it? Don’t they want to live anymore? Damn it!"

"It was... Han... Han Lie..."

By the time Zhou Ci stuttered his way through most of the story, his face was red with embarrassment.

Four guys had rushed in to jump one person, only to have two run away scared, one pee himself in fear, another vomit from fright, and two were still unaccounted for...

So damn embarrassing!

The sophomores looked at each other, an indescribable feeling washing over them.

This...

Both the overt leader Liu Yingjun and the hidden leader Fang Tongzhi felt a massive headache coming on.

Old Hu, bracing himself, asked, "So how do you want us to help?"

Old Wang quickly set the tone, "There’s no way we’d take your side unfairly in a fight. Han Shao is also a friend."

The sophomores had already heard about Han Lie frequently booking the presidential suite, so there were no objections to this revelation.

Helping a younger bro bully someone was one thing, but it depended on who the opponent was.

Even though Han Lie was from out of town, who dared to mess with a wealthy young master of that caliber?

Did they really think the power of money was a joke?

Although Zhou Ci didn’t know about the presidential suite, he wasn’t about to push his luck any further.

After all, it was Dan Zihao and Kong Yize who were suffering. What did it have to do with me, Zhou Ci!

"No need, no need, we’re not fighting anymore. Big brothers, just help get Zihao out safely. I’m worried Han Shao might impulsively do something drastic..."

This was a favor they had to do.

Including Fang Tongzhi, nobody wanted any serious incidents to happen in the dorms.

"Yingjun, you come with me. Old Wang too. The rest of you stay here," Fang Tongzhi decided, being the first to stand up and leave.

Liu Yingjun, Wang Xiaotian, Zhou Ci, and Little Tiger, four of them, followed behind.

This many should be sufficient to break up a fight.

By the time they hurried downstairs, puffing and panting as they reached the door of room 404, they were immediately puzzled.

Why is there no commotion in the room?

It wasn’t completely silent, but there were no sounds of fighting.

They only heard a voice speaking, its words unclear and muffled.

Bizarrely, every few seconds, there would be a DANG sound.

This is really weird...

Old Wang nervously grasped the doorknob, gently pressed down, and pushed. The door opened.

Then, everyone’s eyes bulged. They were collectively dumbfounded.

In the center of the dormitory, there was a chair.

The usually magnanimous and modest Han Lie sat cross-legged on the chair, one hand holding a scripture, the other a small hammer.

With eyes cast down in profound contemplation, he chanted the sacred text.

"When I attain Bodhi in a future life, if there are sentient beings whose bodies are inferior, whose senses are incomplete, who are ugly, dull-witted, foolish, blind, deaf, mute, with spastic limbs, hunchbacked, leprous, or insane, or afflicted with various illnesses and sufferings; upon hearing my name, may they all become upright and endowed with wisdom, may all their senses be perfected, and may they be free from all illnesses and sufferings..."

The light from the corridor spilled onto his face, lending him a venerable and majestic appearance, as if a Buddha’s child had descended to earth.