Don't Provoke the Turtle

The snow kept falling heavier, turning the world outside the Flying Boat into a vast expanse of white.

Yet Ji Feixue insisted on not flying above the clouds, keeping the Flying Boat suspended just thirty feet in the air, its bottom grazing the tips of the bamboo as it passed.

Bamboo groves clustered together, swaying like waves in the wind, resembling a tumultuous sea when viewed from above.@@novelbin@@

The Flying Boat slowed down, and Ji Feixue seemed to fall into a reverie as she gazed at the bamboo forest.

The Three Phases Monk clasped and then opened his hands, looking eagerly in the direction of Changyue Manor. Just as he was about to suggest speeding up, a glance from Ji Feixue silenced him.

He looked sullenly at Su He, who shrank back into his shell, helpless. Although Su Huanian was clear and frosty, he could still persuade her, and she would listen to him.

But Ji Feixue was a different story altogether.

The Three Phases Monk sighed, sat cross-legged next to Su He, and took out a wooden fish from his belt, starting to strike it rhythmically.

The wooden fish was transparent, made of crystal. Inside, a red flame burned, and within it, Yuan Yi Monk sat in a lotus position, hands joined in prayer, struggling to keep the flames at bay.

He had maintained a delicate balance with the flames, but the moment the Three Phases Monk struck the wooden fish, Yuan Yi Monk screamed and fell into the fire.

Each strike of the wooden fish was like a descent into hell for him, worse than death!

The sound of the wooden fish brought flames that peeled away his flesh. When the sound ceased, his flesh writhed and healed, only for the sound to strike again.

An endless punishment!

The Three Phases Monk, barefoot and shirtless, his muscles knotted, was surrounded by red flames. The small wooden fish in his hand seemed like a child's toy, fragile enough to break if not handled carefully.

The monk's appearance was dignified, a picture of a high monk in meditation, his left hand swiftly turning prayer beads, his right hand striking the wooden fish like raindrops. With each strike, he turned a bead and chanted a sutra.

"I'll beat you to death, you bald donkey, you thief from the village, may the thunder of the heavens strike you dead..."

After half an hour flying over the bamboo sea, the Three Phases Monk cursed without repeating a single insult. At first, Su He thought he was venting, but then he noticed that with every curse, Yuan Yi Monk would roll on the ground clutching his bald head, as if struck by divine power.

Su He narrowed his eyes, his true essence circulating in his eyes and ears, and looked towards the Three Phases Monk. But suddenly, everything went dark, and he heard Ji Feixue's teasing voice: "Little husband, you're quite brave, daring to rush into the Three Phases Monk's sutras?"

As the darkness dissipated, he saw Ji Feixue and Su Huanian both looking at him, Ji Feixue smiling sweetly: "Live well, don't court death."

The Three Phases Monk, with muscles that actually surpassed the understanding of the Buddha's teachings of the ancient Jingzhai monks, even the previous abbot admitted inferiority, not to mention the current generation.