The three of them drove toward Kinkaku-ji Temple in Kyoto. Master Peacock had been staying there these past few days. He was Japan's most renowned Esoteric Buddhist Monk, respected wherever he went, with private quarters in many temples.
As they passed a street, they suddenly saw a crowd chasing and beating someone. Some people shouted as they hit him.
"Beat him to death! Beat that disgusting guy to death!"
"He looks so annoying! I want to punch him just looking at him! Hit him!"
The man ahead clutched a laptop as the surrounding crowd continuously chased and struck him. He fled in panic, like a rat crossing the street.
Jiang Hao, Ma Xiaoling, and Master Peacock were all cultivators, and they immediately saw that something was wrong. The young man being beaten was covered in a dense aura of loathing, both on his face and body. Just seeing him made people detest him.
Suddenly,
the fleeing man slipped and fell. Seeing that the laptop in his hands was about to hit the ground, he hurriedly used his body to shield it.
Smack!
The man hit the ground hard. It was a heavy fall, leaving large abrasions across his face and blood streaming from his nose.
Even so, the people around him caught up and continued punching and kicking him.
The young man hugged the laptop to his chest and curled into a ball, allowing the crowd to kick and beat him.
"Stop the car!" Master Peacock shouted.
The car stopped. Master Peacock quickly got out and approached the crowd, chanting a Buddhist invocation. "Amitabha~!"
The invocation carried magical power, striking everyone around them like lightning. Many people suddenly cleared their heads, and the crowd beating the young man immediately stopped.
They looked at the man curled up in the middle