"My questions are finished. I'm hungry. There should be something to eat in the kitchen. Do you want any?"
Monk Biqing thought Li Ping'an was speaking to him.
Joy instantly surged in his heart. Was the man going to let him go?
"Amitabha. Benefactor, you truly are merciful.
The Buddha said, lay down the butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot; the sea of suffering is boundless, but turn back and there is the shore."
Heavy footsteps sounded, and Monk Biqing saw a short man carrying a woodcutting cleaver.
A foul fury filled Grasshopper's chest, his eyes stretched wide.
His hands were still shaking, and the sound of his teeth grinding was clearly audible.
Monk Biqing abruptly realized something. "...We can talk this through. How about letting the law handle it? We're all civilized people..."
Before he could finish, Grasshopper had charged at him like a wild beast.
He hacked the cleaver into the monk's breastbone, but when he tried to pull it free, it seemed to have hooked onto the bone.
No matter what he did, he could not get it out.
Monk Biqing screamed and howled in pain.
Grasshopper simply abandoned the cleaver and raised his fists.
Punch after punch crashed into the other man's face.
Old Ox came over too, adding a kick from the side now and then.
Have a kick!
Li Ping'an went to the kitchen and rummaged around for food.
There was only a bag of fine dried noodles.
So he lit a fire, and before long,
the noodles were ready.
He served up three bowls of noodles and went outside.
The smell of blood in the courtyard had grown stronger.
Grasshopper was killing them one by one, venting the savage fury in his heart.
Screams rose from the courtyard from time