Huiquan wanted to argue a bit; he didn't know anything about the Holy Venerable Buddha and Lingxu Palace, but Qin Liuxi, that plague god, somehow worked his fingers to ignite fire directly targeting his vital spot, scaring him so much that he wished he could curl up.
Now he had hit a brick wall.
Huiquan had some epiphany, but he wasn't entirely devout, dedicating himself to Buddha, serving him for life. In the past, he'd easily abandon the Dao to embrace the Buddha's arms, and he could just as easily return to secular life, get married, and have kids.
He didn't want to become a cripple!
"I..."
"Think carefully before you answer, my Time Gate is quite tight." Qin Liuxi pressed her hand downward, and the sparks almost fell onto his monk robes.
Huiquan cried out in fright.
Lai Gebao, who'd been pretending to be dead in Qin Liuxi's backpack, clicked its tongue and sighed; so heartless, but it liked it. Finally, someone understood the pain of losing that something.
