Sun Wukong's Transformation Tempts a Greedy Monk; Duanmu Huai Wrecks Guanyin Temple (Part 2)

Late at night, several monks furtively crept into the side room. The monk at the front poked a hole through the paper window and peered inside. He saw Duanmu Huai and Sun Wukong, who had transformed into a fair, plump monk, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He hurriedly waved his hand, took the Bewitching Incense from someone beside him, and blew it through the hole in the paper window.

"Will this work? That big man won't be easy to deal with."

"Don't worry."

The monk at the front muttered under his breath, looking smug.

"Once this Bewitching Incense is released, even a several-hundred-pound pig won't make a sound. Hurry and get the knives. Prepare to act."

The monks whispered among themselves as they waited outside the room for a moment. Then the monk at the front quietly opened the door and led the others inside, each carrying a Firewood Chopping Knife. Soon, two of them reached Duanmu Huai's side, raised their knives and axes, aimed at his neck and chest, and swung down viciously.

"Clang!"

The Firewood Chopping Knife and sharp axe struck Duanmu Huai's body, yet rang out like metal and stone colliding. Then Duanmu Huai, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly opened his tiger-like eyes and glared at the two men before roaring.

"May you scoundrels die horribly!"

Seeing this, the monks were even more frightened out of their wits. Before they could recover, Duanmu Huai leaped up from the bed, reached out with both hands, and seized two monks by the heads. He smashed them together, and their bald heads instantly turned into a mess resembling shattered eggshells. They died without even having time to let out a scream.

Duanmu Huai then raised both arms and hurled the corpses in his hands with all his