Tong Tian: Hahaha, So That's How It Was

While Tong Tian was cursing inwardly, Wu Geng sent him a voice transmission. "Dad, don't rush. Second Uncle brought the constables. Looks like Ancestor Bodhi is about to have a rough time..."

Tong Tian replied angrily, "Rough time my ass. They beat him with the paddle and dragged my disciple into it too, yet he's the one having a rough time? Hmph, I'm the one getting the short end of the stick."

Wu Geng chuckled. "Knowing Second Uncle's temperament, with the mess Ci Hang and the others caused, Ancestor Bodhi is in for real bad luck today. Just watch..."

Tong Tian chuckled. "Mm-hmm. Anyway, during Mortal Transformation and the spread of teachings, none of us can use much magical power... Just wait. If he doesn't give Zhunti a proper beating this time, then once we return to Heaven, I'll spar with him myself..."

As they spoke, Zilu had already begun receiving the paddle. Tong Tian's face darkened as he said, "That kid Zilu has trained well in self-cultivation. Fifty strokes probably won't even hurt or itch. But... this is far too humiliating for our Confucian School..."

Wu Geng nodded. "No matter, no matter... Mm, before Second Uncle punished them, he cleared out the people nearby. No one is watching the spectacle... It doesn't really cost us face. As long as nobody knows, it's fine..."

Tong Tian nodded in relief. After Zilu, who had taken fifty strokes without so much as a scratch, stood up, Guan Zhong chuckled. "Mm, next, it's your turn, Subhuti of Buddhism."

Subhuti was pressed down, and Guan Zhong said with a chuckle, "I'll personally count the strokes..."

With that, Guan Zhong began striking him one stroke at a time. "One, two, three, two, one, three..."

Before long, the beating had gone from noon until nearly two