Chapter 520

While He Zhao was immersed in the joy of success, the familiar figure we all knew, the Great Vehicle Buddha, was suffering a tragedy. Under the dumbfounded stares of the Possessing Ghoul and the Lake Spirit, He was facing the earth and doing "push-ups" continuously, ceaselessly, and madly.

That was right, man on top, woman below. Ahem. The Buddha's Son named [Pff—] had golden flames blazing in his eye sockets, revealing two streaks of irrepressible lust.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

The skeleton frame slammed into the ground with great strength, giving off quite the feel of a pile driver.

Before long, a huge pit appeared.

As expected of a god!

Good technique, plenty of force.

Only after a long while did He slowly recover His senses, rationality gradually returning.

With a thud, He sprawled face-down on the ground, truly having no face to turn upward and face His two loyal subordinates. At the same time, He considered whether He should find an opportunity to kill them and silence the witnesses.

"..."

One ghoul and one spirit fell silent, facing each other without words.

Doing the heavens, they could understand.

Vigorously screwing the ground, they truly could not grasp the meaning behind it.

"Wuwuwu..."

Sensing the awkwardness permeating the air, the Great Vehicle Buddha could not hold back and cried aloud.

Although no tears flowed, the sound was truly rather miserable, simply too pitiful to listen to. Even someone with a heart of stone would shed one or two tears on hearing it, as a show of sympathy.

There was no helping it. After suffering huge setbacks one after another, and now doing something so humiliating, an emotional collapse was only natural. Let alone that He was a "child" who had only been born for two years and had spent those two