Seaming Rama's Remains

"How could this be!!"

The murmured words echoed through the silent, stone-statued grounds of Yunhe Temple.

King Runner stared in disbelief at the sword piercing his chest, blood blooming and staining his front red.

Wen Qingkong's sword had struck a vital point, piercing his heart. No matter how strong King Runner was, he was undoubtedly dead now.

He withdrew the sword and threw a punch!

Wen Qingkong's Shaolin Hundred Step Divine Fist struck King Runner's jaw again. A sickening crack of bone echoed as King Runner fell to the ground, lifeless.

With King Runner dead, the Black Stone assassins immediately scattered in all directions.

Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing were both a little anxious.

If these people escaped and leaked the news, they would face endless pursuit, and neither of them would ever have a peaceful day.

Wen Qingkong flicked his wrists, and silver needles shot out.

His feet flashed, his figure twisting and turning, and one after another, Black Stone assassins fell to the ground.

Before long, all the Black Stone assassins who had come were dead.

Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Wen Qingkong was here; otherwise, they might not have been able to kill all the Black Stone assassins.

But how did Wen Qingkong learn the Flying Needle Technique?

Zeng Jing looked at the young man with a complicated expression.

Tough external skills, superb swordsmanship, flying needles…

For an ordinary person to specialize in one martial art and reach the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was already considered an extraordinary genius.

The young man before her was only fifteen years old, yet he was already proficient in three completely different and profound skills.

Compared to him, her own talent was nothing.

"Give me Rama's Remains."

Wen Qingkong said, extending his hand after killing the men.

Zeng Jing threw the upper half of Rama's Remains to him. As for the lower half, they still needed to retrieve it from King Runner's residence.

Fortunately, Jiang Asheng had already thoroughly investigated King Runner, so Wen Qingkong could go with him to retrieve it later.

"This place is remote, part of Yunhe Temple. Let's bury them here; no one will find them."

Zeng Jing looked around, slightly sentimental.

She wondered what Lu Zhu would think if he knew she had turned Yunhe Temple into a place for killing and burying bodies.

Wen Qingkong nodded in agreement. He still needed to come and sew up King Runner tonight, so burying him here was indeed convenient.

The reason he didn't take King Runner back to sew him up was that sewing up the Black Stone assassin who died at his house last night was still somewhat explainable, but now that he had killed King Runner outside the city, taking the body home at the risk of being discovered would be too suspicious.

After the three buried the bodies, Jiang Asheng first told Wen Qingkong the location of King Runner's residence, then he and Zeng Jing fell silent.

Wen Qingkong understood and, taking Rama's Remains, said to the two of them, "I have something to do, I'll leave first."

With that, he flew away, leaving the space to the couple.

How Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing, this pair of star-crossed lovers, would resolve their relationship was none of Wen Qingkong's business. Now that Wen Qingkong knew the location of King Runner's residence, the most important thing was to get Rama's Remains in his hands.

Entering Mingzhou City, he found King Runner's residence according to the address Jiang Asheng had given him.

Wen Qingkong circled around a few times, confirming that no one was watching or following him, before leaping inside.

King Runner's residence was not large, perfectly fitting his identity as a minor eunuch.

This was very convenient for Wen Qingkong, as he didn't need to search too many places.

The lower half of Rama's Remains was openly displayed on the table in the bedroom.

It seemed King Runner was very confident, not believing anyone could take Rama's Remains from him, so he hadn't hidden it.

Wen Qingkong took Rama's Remains, left the residence, and returned to his own home.

When he got home, he saw Li Lan breathe a sigh of relief just as he entered the door, a smile gracing her face.

"You're back."

"I'll heat up your food."

Wen Qingkong nodded and placed both the upper and lower halves of Rama's Remains into the Corpse Seamstress Workshop.

Then, watching Shuang'er practicing her punches in the yard with meticulous care, he smiled and stepped forward to adjust her posture, teaching her carefully.

Li Lan heated up the food quickly. Before long, she called Wen Qingkong to eat.

Wen Qingkong picked up Shuang'er. The little girl had never gone hungry since following Wen Qingkong, yet she was still light as a feather, as if she weighed nothing at all.

After taking their seats, Li Lan and Shuang'er began to eat only after Wen Qingkong had taken the first bite.

Wen Qingkong had said many times that he didn't care about these things.

However, Li Lan remained the same.

"The issue should be resolved. You can interact with Zeng Jing normally from now on; there's no need to deliberately distance yourself from her because of this."

Li Lan was already fond of Zeng Jing in this unfamiliar place, and it would be too lonely for her if this matter caused them to drift apart.

Li Lan shook her head. "Rest assured, my lord, I can handle it well."

Wen Qingkong nodded, not saying much more.

Li Lan had always been very reassuring to him in these matters.

As night fell, after Li Lan and Shuang'er had settled down, Wen Qingkong went to the Corpse Seamstress Workshop.

After a hard battle, it was time to reap the rewards.

Rama's Remains!

Who wouldn't love a divine art that restores the incomplete?

Wen Qingkong placed the upper and lower parts of Rama's Remains on the cold operating table.

Rama was a man from eight hundred years ago, and his corpse had long since become a mummy. Therefore, there was no need for much cleaning or makeup. Moreover, apart from being divided into upper and lower parts, there were no other missing parts, so there was no need for clay to fill in any gaps.

Wen Qingkong inserted Three Incense Sticks into the incense burner in front of the corpse, lit them, and muttered to himself, "High Monk, I am stitching you up to preserve your whole body. I hope you will cooperate."

With that, Wen Qingkong's needlework became as swift as the wind.

In the silent dark night, the candlelight flickered, and nine Harbinger Birds perched on the branches, tilting their heads in the same direction, watching Wen Qingkong's every move.

An incense stick's worth of time later, the stitching was finished.

Despite it being a mummy, it did not affect Wen Qingkong's stitching skills.

The upper and lower parts of Rama's Remains were complete and seamless, with not a trace of stitching visible.

[Corpse Seamstress, Revolving Lantern, Observing the Mortal World, Obtaining a Treasure]
[Host has stitched a corpse, Revolving Lantern appears]

Rama was not a person from the Central Plains of Divine Continent; he came from distant India and was an Indian high monk.

From a young age, he studied Buddhism and was well-versed in Buddhist principles.

Having learned that there was a great country in the East, he crossed mountains and rivers to come and spread the Dharma in the East, to carry forward and promote Buddhism.

Unfortunately, Rama initially faced setbacks everywhere.

Later, in order to spread the Dharma, Rama began to learn the writing, language, and customs of the Central Plains of Divine Continent.

He gradually integrated into Divine Continent, even becoming more like a person from the Central Plains of Divine Continent.

With such persistence, he finally discovered the best way to spread the Dharma: to make the emperor worship Buddhism.

As long as the emperor worshipped Buddhism, countless people in the common populace would begin to worship Buddhism, and thus the Buddhist path would flourish!

In order to guide Emperor Wu of Liang at the time to worship Buddhism, Rama decisively cut off his descendants and entered the palace as a eunuch, serving Emperor Wu of Liang.

Under his efforts and influence, Emperor Wu of Liang indeed began to believe in Buddhism, even twice escaping into the monastic life, only to be brought back by the ministers who spent money to redeem him.

For a time, Buddhism flourished, with four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, a glorious sight.