AWB Chapter 2105 Bomb his damn Buddhist temple to rubble!
Chapter 2105 Bomb his damn Buddhist temple to rubble!
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The sound of bone beads shattering was particularly jarring in the deathly silent courtyard!
Those few pale finger bone beads turned into a small clump of pale, brittle fragments under Qin Huaihe's military boots!
Everyone was stunned!
Even Shangguan Wuji, who was slumped in the corner, and the representatives of the ten families forgot to tremble and stared wide-eyed.
The little monk froze for two seconds, as if struck by lightning.
Then, his pale face suddenly flushed red, not from shame, but from the rage of someone whose most cherished possessions had been utterly humiliated and trampled upon.
"what--!!!"
A scream that sounded inhuman burst from his throat, sharp and piercing the eardrums.
His fear and cowering vanished in an instant by this evil fire, and a frenzied resentment suddenly erupted from his dark eyes!
"You...you dare to destroy my Buddhist treasure!!!"
Like a small animal whose tail had been stepped on, he screamed and, without regard for anything else, charged straight towards the Qinhuai River!
With his hands clenched into claws, he reached straight for his heart, his movements displaying a ruthless, reckless ferocity that disregarded life and death. He didn't seem like a child at all; he was more like a mad dog with bloodshot eyes!
"careful!"
Several low gasps rose from the surrounding area.
Qin Huaihe didn't even lift his eyelids.
Just as the little monk was about to pounce on him, his left hand shot out with lightning speed, not to block or parry, but to grab the little monk's outstretched wrist!
That slender wrist, resting in the calloused hands of the Qinhuai River, felt like a fragile reed.
Qin Huaihe didn't even use any fancy moves; he simply clenched his five fingers, lifted them upwards, and then flicked them outwards.
The little monk was lifted up as lightly as a rag bag, arced through the air, and then slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab two steps away!
The fall was quite solid. The young monks groaned, covered in dust and dirt, their robes torn.
He tried to get up, but the spot on his wrist where Qin Huaihe had pinched him was excruciatingly painful. He tried several times, but fell to the ground, feeling that half of his body was numb from the fall.
Qin Huaihe then lowered her eyes to look at him, her gaze no longer showing even disgust, but only a cold indifference.
"Is that all you've got?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a hammer striking an anvil: "You dare to come out and learn to kill and set fires? Threaten human lives?"
"Are all the men under your 'Buddha' this kind of trash?" Qin Huaihe's lips curled into a sneer, his contempt undisguised. "If you can't beat them, you resort to tantrums? What's the difference between you and those street thugs?"
That's a blunt and unpleasant way of putting it.
It was like a slap across the little monk's face.
The little monk lay on the ground, wincing in pain, but what he couldn't bear even more was Qin Huaihe's gaze and words that regarded him as an ant, as trash and garbage.
His chest heaved violently, and the burning lust mixed with humiliation made his eyes turn red.
"You...you guys, don't be so smug!" He propped himself up with his other hand, his voice distorted with pain and rage, "You ruined my Buddhist treasure...I, the Buddha, will not let you get away with this! Hahaha, midnight...when midnight arrives, you will all die, you will all be buried with me!"
He struggled to sit up, his face covered in ash and sweat, staring menacingly at Qin Huaihe, then sweeping his gaze over the Qin family members, finally settling on Li Xiangnan, his eyes as venomous as a snake.
"Li Xiangnan! You think you're safe just because you have these soldiers backing you up? You have no idea how powerful Buddha is! Fire... it will start from the most unexpected place! You can't defend against it, hahaha, you can't defend against it at all! Not a single one of you will escape!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, a mixture of fear, anger, and a kind of ecstatic ecstasy spreading across his face.
“If you crush my beads now and hit me… then the fire will burn even brighter! And then…”
"enough!"
A calm, powerful, yet supremely authoritative voice interrupted his increasingly hysterical shouting.
Qin Anling finally stepped out from the crowd.
The old general's steps were not fast, but each step seemed measured. He stopped steadily beside the Qinhuai River. He did not look at the disheveled little monk on the ground, but first glanced at Li Xiangnan before nodding slightly.
Then, he slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on the little monk.
His gaze was very calm, lacking the overt murderous intent and sharpness of Qin Huaihe's, yet it was like the deep sea, like a high mountain, pressing down heavily.
The little monk's cursing stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat. All the remaining harsh words were stuck in his throat, leaving only heavy, fearful breathing.
"Young in age, but vicious in heart!" Qin Anling spoke, his voice carrying a chilling magic. "You're full of talk about murder and arson, threatening women and children! Is this how the person behind you taught you?"
The little monk's lips moved, as if he wanted to refute, but under Qin Anling's gaze, he couldn't utter a single word.
"Get back!"
Qin Anling only said three words, not a suggestion, but an order.
The young monk suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"Go back and give a message to that coward hiding behind you!" Qin Anling continued, his tone calm as if he were assigning a task. "Tell him that he can't touch the Qin family or the Li family! The affairs of the Li family and the Mu family are no longer his concern! The old score from forty years ago should be settled by the law of the land, not by some coward hiding in the gutter pretending to be the King of Hell!"
The little monk's expression changed, as if he wanted to say something.
Qin Anling didn't give him a chance; his voice suddenly turned cold, like a chilly wind blowing from Siberia.
"You came to our door today to cause trouble and made threats. The Qin family will remember this debt!"
"From this day forward, make him stay far away from the Li and Mu families! Make him disappear completely!"
"If he doesn't listen..."
Qin Anling paused, his eyes, which had witnessed countless battles and real mountains of corpses and seas of blood, narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing within them.
"If he doesn't listen, he still dares to reach out!"
"Just tell him—"
General Qin's voice was not loud, but it carried a resolute and unquestionable power, as if he were stating a future that was bound to come true.
"I, Qin Anling, am not afraid to use the methods used against enemies to deal with him!"
"Him, and that shady stuff of his..."
Qin Anling's gaze seemed to pierce through the courtyard wall, revealing a being hiding in the deepest shadows.
"...Erase it completely from this land!"
"Like sweeping up trash!"
As he said this, he glanced deeply at Qin Ruobai standing beside Li Xiangnan, recalling the sacrifices and struggles of the Qin family over the past decades, which had failed to bring peace to the third generation. His tone suddenly hardened with surging anger:
"My Qin family has been soldiers for three generations, with seventeen of us dying on the battlefield. We're not afraid of threats. Tell that Buddhist monk, if he dares to touch any of my Qin family relatives again, I'll lead a whole regiment and blast his damn Buddhist temple to smithereens!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard became so quiet that the faint barking of dogs could be heard from the distant alley.
The young monk slumped to the ground, looking up at Qin Anling, at his imposing, scarred face, at the cold star on his shoulder, and at the Qin family men behind him, who seemed as if they were cast in steel.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, colder and more despairing than when Qin Huaihe had thrown me to the ground.
He got it.
This isn't just empty threats from the underworld; it's an inviolable warning from a higher level!
It was a real iron fist, hanging over Little Buddha's head.
He trembled, trying to get up, but his legs were too weak to obey him.
Finally, he scrambled to his feet, not daring to even glance at the bone fragments on the ground, let alone pick them up.
He lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone from the Qin family, much less at Li Xiangnan, and only responded in a trembling voice, barely audible:
"……Yes."
Then, like a lame dog with a broken spine, he staggered and staggered, his monk's shoes dangling, without looking back, as he heavily fled towards the moon gate.
His retreating figure was hurried; the sinister arrogance he had displayed upon arrival had vanished completely.
The guests in the courtyard watched the little monk's disheveled escape, and then looked at the Qin family members who stood like pillars of strength in the courtyard. Their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.
The fear dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of peace and a profound sense of awe!
Qin Anling didn't even glance at the little monk walking out. He turned to Li Xiangnan and Qin Ruobai, his face regaining the gentleness of an elder: "It's alright!"
Li Xiangnan nodded: "Thank you, Uncle!"
Qin Anling waved his hand and then said to Ruobai and Qin Huaihe, "It's a wedding banquet today, so go about your business and don't just stand here and scare the guests! By the way, where's Dad?"
His tone suddenly became incredibly intense.
Just as everyone was calming down and preparing for the rare reunion of the Qin family and the Li family, and as the festive atmosphere of the banquet was warming up—
"Boom!"
A muffled thud suddenly came from the tightly closed side room on the west side of the backyard.
It felt like something heavy had gently bumped against the door.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard that had just experienced a terrifying crackdown.
Everyone, including the disheveled little monk who was walking out, paused in their tracks.
Li Xiangnan's hand tightened almost imperceptibly.
His gaze also fell on the door.