Chapter 3433: Kunlun Capital Falls (94)—A Bowl of Stewed Meat from Father
Light and shadow interlaced—splendor and ruin. Amid the dust, Master San Zang came holding his Buddhist prayer beads and chanting, his snow-white kasaya untouched by even a speck of dust.
Reciting the Heart Sutra
"...There is no ignorance, nor an end to ignorance, and so on up to no old age and death, nor an end to old age and death."
He suddenly stopped. Something had blocked his path.
A trace of pity flashed through Master San Zang's eyes and vanished. He stood amid the heavens, earth, and ruins for a long while. In the end, he sighed, sat cross-legged on the ground, and continued reciting the sutra.
No one knew how long he had been jolted around. To Bick, the pain brought by his body's constant high temperature felt as though it were tearing apart every nerve in him.
Even when he barely forced his eyes open, everything he saw was constantly rising and falling... He was lying across Old Father Wu Tai's shoulder.
It was not a broad shoulder, and it was slightly hunched.
He had lain across those shoulders once before, right after he was born, but only for a few days. His abnormally rapid growth had left Old Father Wu Tai unable to bear the burden.
Still, with an Earth Dweller's physique, even an old father could carry several hundred pounds without much trouble—the truth was, Old Father was simply lazy.
He was a lazy man, a lame lazy man, the most despised person in the tribe. Even the old, toothless female Earth Dwellers were unwilling to join him and live out their days, much less bear his children.
So, in order to get himself a wife, Old Father had saved up