The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 476 - 475

Chapter 476: 475

A punch exploded, hurling the dragon and scattering fountains of water everywhere. Jenny was drenched like a soaked chicken, while Ye Tian was glad he had short hair, merely shaking his head as drops of water splashed everywhere, some falling onto Jenny and eliciting a glare from her.

A barbarian monk wearing a kasaya over his right shoulder emerged from the other end of the fountain, sporting a beard and bearing his right shoulder, holding thirty-six Bodhi beads in his right hand and maintaining his left hand upright in front of his chest, nodding slightly, "The Supreme Dharma Method measures reality with the heart."

Starting with a defining poem? I can do that too.

"Sunlight on the incense burner produces purple smoke, from afar watching the waterfall hanging over the former Chuan. Falling straight down three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way is falling from the nine heavens!"

Ye Tian was triumphantly looking at the bald old monk across him, like a naughty child who had won a bout. Jenny, seeing his smug gesturing, just felt a shudder; this guy is shameless.

The old monk across still smiled with a nod, only the spinning of his beads in his right hand quickened. Ye Tian didn’t notice anything wrong at first, but soon he saw it; the water drops that fell to the ground reacted quickly, like beans vibrating on a drumhead. As the barbarian monk’s beads spun faster, the jumping water drops from afar gradually surrounded him, layer by layer pressing close, targeting the two people and one cow at the very center of the water surface.

There started to be sounds, a chanting of Buddhist Law, but the barbarian monk’s lips did not move. Yet, the chanting never ceased, coming from all directions, rolling over like thunder clouds in the sky.

Buddhist Law filled the air, the water drops on the ground uneasily bouncing. Ye Tian immediately realized that the monk’s cultivation was much higher than the ninja’s earlier.

The Buddhist Lion Roar was deafening, every single water drop contained infinite power. With the collective explosion of the water drops, this instant force would leave Ye Tian utterly devastated.

The barbarian monk still nodded with a smile, but now Ye Tian was no longer as relaxed as when he recited the poem earlier, the warm sensation from the Nine Emperor Bell on his wrist enveloped his body, but unlike the previous exclusive advantages, he was only barely holding his own against this force. It was already his utmost effort, whereas the opposite barbarian monk’s power displayed was potentially only a tiny percent of his full capacity. Moreover, the dangerous aura emanating from the northwestern woods was absolutely top-tier, yet to make its move.

One against one was barely manageable, but one against two, might as well kneel and admit defeat.

"All Laws Return to One!"

With one Buddhist Lion Roar, the water droplets on the ground leaped up like obedient private soldiers. Correspondingly, the water column in the fountain stood erect, stirring the fountain water, channeling every wave into the middle of the biggest water drop, rapidly expanding in diameter, soon sucking up all the water in the fountain. Ye Tian then saw, the water was directly drawn from underground, not recycled fountain water at all.

This Dharma Method reached the heavens, didn’t it? Sending this barbarian monk to a desert would be a blessing for thousands. Just point him there, shout a phrase, and water would immediately be drawn out; truly a human water pump.

As Ye Tian’s mind wandered, the water droplets floating above started changing, the round beads gathering toward the water drop in the fountain. Looking up, the sky-covering water beads flew over, merging into the water column and disappearing – were they merely there to enhance the water column’s volume?

Soon, Ye Tian couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by his naive thought. If that towering hundred-foot-high water column was just drawing water from below, then those converging water droplets were truly the grand army enhancing the water column’s power. Ye Tian tried to intercept one with his right hand; the bead burst, explosively opening a gap on his comfortably warm hand.

His right hand quickly recovered, but the pain lingered.

These water droplets could easily obliterate a small temple with just one explosion; if millions of these droplets were to converge, their power would undoubtedly be top-notch. Not to mention a single Ye Tian, even the entire temple would probably be flattened.

"All beings are sinful, return to original sin."

Buddhist Law is full of baffling things meant to bamboozle people; it’s perfectly normal if you don’t understand it. But these bald monks are different, they make sense of things that others can’t comprehend, and then wave their hands saying, come, come, come, listen to me talk about Buddhist Law, this is what I’m most familiar with.

All beings are sinful? Nonsense, it’s all what you say.

Looking up, there were not many water droplets left in the sky, just a few scattered ones gathering towards that water column. After these few also converged, that water column would likely come smashing towards oneself.

Finally, the last few water droplets swept through the air and returned to that water column, as if everything was ready.

In an instant, the water droplets transformed into a dragon, which with its head held high, disdainfully looked down upon everything. The air around the water dragon was misty with water vapor, and the white fog looked like fine powder scattered in the sky.

"Roar!"

A dragon’s roar, proud and defiant. With such a loud noise, why did no one notice?

Ye Tian looked around and noticed the sky above had changed color, seemingly separated by a layer of light.

It’s a Barrier.

Tracing its origin, this power came from the woods. That’s right, with such a big commotion how could no one notice? If there’s an explosion in the Capital, the national police would surely be the first to arrive. No matter how powerful you are, is there any hope against the military? You could only try to cover it up.

Once again focusing on the water dragon opposite, that awe-inspiring aura was definitely not something he could contend with, especially with his own meager skill on his right wrist. Could the Nine Emperor Bell really piece him back together if he were blasted to bits?

Only a fool would believe that. Otherwise, the owner of the tomb he had stolen from wouldn’t have died there.

The water dragon was still there, towering a hundred feet tall, with horns made of water, scales like plates, four dragon claws, a pair of exquisite water dragon eyes, and two elegant water dragon whiskers; a completely mighty and powerful water dragon.

"Open!"

The barbarian monk shouted angrily, his bald eyebrows knotted, and with his hands forming a cross, the thirty-six Bodhi bead rosary he held in his right hand now hovered in midair, spinning in front of him, emitting a sinister black glow.