Before he could finish speaking, with a whoosh, a pebble about the size of a thumb shot through the air. It was utterly silent and unimaginably fast; no one had time to react.
Thud!
The tiny stone struck Master Jie Nu squarely on the head, instantly raising a huge bump. The pebble itself shattered into powder from the impact.
Monk Jie Nu was dumbfounded on the spot. He had never expected that bastard to actually throw rocks at him. That scoundrel clearly knew such a thing could not kill him, yet he did it anyway. This was provocation—blatant provocation.
Seeing this, someone immediately cursed and stood up for Monk Jie Nu. "Wu Wudi, you've gone too far! Using such petty tricks to humiliate Master Jie Nu—do you have any sense of martial honor at all? If you've got the guts, come at him openly!"
"That's right, Wu Wudi. You're nothing but a cowardly scoundrel. Master Jie Nu is an enlightened monk—how could he possibly be angered by a despicable devil like you? Give up that wish already."
A crowd roared furiously, glaring at Xia Ping in the distance.
"Amitabha. Esteemed benefactors, please calm yourselves. This is merely the dying struggle of a devil. It proves that he has exhausted his bag of tricks and has no other recourse but to employ tactics fit for a child."
Master Jie Nu waved his hand, his expression composed. "Does he think a mere pebble can make an enlightened monk like myself lose his reason and fly into a rage? He truly underestimates the composure I have cultivated over thirty-five thousand, seven hundred and thirty-six years. My heart is now as still as water, clear as a bright mirror, without the slightest ripple."
He stood with his hands behind his back, as though nothing