The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Receives a Spirit Infusion, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Lu Zhishen was left blinking after Ji Gong repeatedly slapped him.

Had anyone else dared to slap the Flower Monk's belly like that, they would have been beaten into mincemeat by a single sweep of his Zen staff long ago.

But when that mad monk slapped him, Lu Zhishen felt not the slightest offense. Instead, a warm current seemed to burrow through his belly and into his heart, leaving his whole body at ease.

It felt just like encountering a sworn brother he had lost touch with for many years.

Lu Zhishen scratched his bald head and said in a deep, booming voice:

"You mad monk, you've got some sense after all.

But I only kill bandits. I don't beg for food!

These hands of mine only know how to wield a Zen staff!"

"Hahaha! Foolish child, foolish child!"

Ji Gong threw his head back and laughed, pointing his broken fan at Lu Zhishen:

"Killing bandits is begging for food!

You kill bandits, but what you beg for is justice in this world!

And that justice is much harder to beg for than food!"

Those words instantly left Lu Zhishen rooted to the spot. A glimmer of dawning realization flashed through his eyes.

Killing bandits was the same as seeking justice?

Within those mad, nonsensical words lay such great wisdom.

After laughing, Ji Gong turned to look at Lin Chen.

When facing Lin Chen, his roguish grin subsided somewhat, replaced by a little more seriousness:

"Kid, you're not bad.

You've got plenty of courage, and plenty of skill.

You dealt with those three good-for-nothings who occupied the latrine without taking a dump, venting a little of the anger I'd been holding in.

Those three sinners used the Buddha's name while carrying out the Devil's deeds.

They turned Jingci Temple into