Gardenias in Bloom

Ning Xinping's vital energy cut off, and he died.

Li Fuchan froze where he stood.

What was this supposed to be?

Before he could react, the black and white rabbits on the ground suddenly toppled over and began tearing into each other.

In no more than three to five breaths, the white rabbit bit the black rabbit to death, then opened its mouth and swallowed it.

The black rabbit's corpse was crammed whole into the white rabbit's belly, swelling it high. Beneath that thin skin, the outline of a black rabbit's head stood out distinctly. It was still twitching faintly, muffled, indistinct cries of anguish coming from its mouth.

Li Fuchan's heart clenched. While he hesitated over whether to blast this evil creature into oblivion with a bolt of lightning, a muffled bang rang out. The white rabbit exploded in midair, scattering torn flesh and bloody mist.

A lump of flesh-red suddenly burrowed out of the scattered meat and blood. It was an infant, and it opened its mouth to cry. After only two or three cries, the sound transformed into scripture chanted in Brahma sound, every word clear, every phrase solemn.

The infant grew as soon as the wind touched him. Straightening his body, he took on the appearance of a young man within a few breaths.

His face looked dusted with powder, his lips red and teeth white. Two large ears hung down to his shoulders. A white tuft between his brows shone like a needle, so brilliant that it could not be looked at directly. His blue-black eyes were clear as he gazed quietly ahead.

The torn flesh and mangled skin scattered across the ground stirred without a wind. They flew up together and gathered around him, becoming a drab gray kasaya that settled gently over his