The Anarchic Consort

The Purple Jade Buddha head was placed in an ancient town near the capital.

This ancient town was not very famous until a variety show came to film it. It became very popular, and many people would bring their children here because of its fame.

Therefore, the journey of just over an hour was lengthened because of the congestion on the road.

Bai Zhun and the others were driving hummers. The advantage of such a car was that it would not be able to support the bottom. The disadvantage was that it was too big. It was not like some of the older buggies that could be passed by just by scraping.

Fortunately, the driver was an experienced driver. Under normal circumstances, he was very experienced. If he was in a hurry, he could take a shortcut.

However, taking a shortcut meant that he had to take a dirt road.

After the driver considered the safety issue, he decided to wait for the opening of the car.

Bai Zhun indeed did not have his previous vigor. It was probably due to his illness that he was not as sharp as before.

However, his temperament did not change. He still wore a black mask on his face. He got out of the car and looked at the cars in front of him. Then, he raised his hand to look at his watch.

“Call home and tell Grandpa not to worry. I will be there on time.”

Vice Commander Zhang knew he was going to walk over when he saw what he did, so he quickly followed behind him.

Fortunately, the road was not far. It was less than a kilometer from the village entrance. After entering the village, there was an ancient-looking bluestone path.

Bai Zhun stood there, attracting many people’s attention.

He pulled out the address stored in his phone and walked in front of a villager. He coughed lightly and asked, “Granny, do you know how to get to this place?”

The old man was speaking in a local dialect. He puffed out his cheeks and replied.

Bai Zhun was born and raised in the capital. He could not understand the dialect of Hebei at all. He could only rely on his own understanding to guess. In the end, the old man shook his head.

Only then did he know that this granny could not read at all.

Because the place was not easy to find, Bai Zhun could only ask people one by one in the village. A buzzing voice came from the mask. When people heard it, they were also anxious for him.

It was not easy for an uncle to come. He looked at the address on the phone and said that he would bring Bai Zhun there.

It turned out that the person who owned the Purple Jade Buddha head was an eminent monk who traveled all over the world. Recently, he had settled down here.

When Bai Zhun heard this, he immediately followed.

It was a very ordinary little courtyard house. The flowers and plants in the courtyard house were all covered in snow. Only uncle Dong Qing was still a little green.

Bai Zhun had just walked in when he heard a voice from the courtyard, “Amitabha. It’s not that I don’t want to give this Purple Jade Buddha’s head to you, but the evil aura on you is too strong. Even if you get the Buddha’s head, you will destroy it.”

Evil aura?

A trace of doubt appeared on Bai Zhun’s face, which was wearing a mask.

When he was on the mountain, he had only heard his master say that there was evil aura on people. He had never heard of any evil aura.

If the evil energy was too strong, it did not mean that he had killed many people. Instead, it was related to the people and things that he had come into contact with.

Those who did not have a bottom line would easily have evil energy in their hearts.

However, he had never believed in these things from the beginning until the end.

Until he adopted Ajiu.

There were some things that you would rather believe in than not believe in until you met an important person.

When he thought of this, Bai Zhun’s dark eyes flashed.

Then he heard someone in the room say, “The young benefactor outside should also be here for my Purple Jade Buddha. Why don’t you come in first?”

Bai Zhun did not hesitate. He walked over the steps and saw the scene in the room.

In front of the wooden square table sat an eminent monk. He was wearing a monk’s robe and was not very outstanding.

However, the man sitting opposite him was too handsome. His skin was so white that it seemed as if it could shine. He was dressed in a straight black suit with a bunch of dark red roses in the pocket of the suit, his slender hands wrapped in pure white gloves. It was easy to think of a movie that was once popular all over the world, ‘Visiting the Vampire at Night’.

“Amitabha.” The eminent monk recited the scriptures to the man. “Benefactor, the Buddha always says the word ‘fate’. There are some things that can not be forced.”

The man lowered his eyes and curled his lips. A cup of tea swirled between his fingers. “You want to talk about fate with me?”

When the eminent monk heard this, his expression seemed to turn ugly for a moment. However, he was more afraid as if he recognized the man’s identity. “You, you…”

Bai Zhun reached out and held the eminent monk’s back. He wore a black mask on his face as he looked at the man with his pitch-black eyes. He was neither servile nor overbearing.

The eminent monk chanted Amitabha again. “Young benefactor, I have no way of agreeing to your request today. There is nothing for you here to begin with. Young benefactor, it’s better for you to leave quickly.”

“I won’t leave until I get the Buddha’s head.” Bai Zhun stood at the side. He was wearing a pure white woolen coat. His figure was slender and his aura did not weaken in the slightest.

The eminent monk wanted to push him out, but his eyes were vigilant as he looked at the man opposite him. It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a human, but a flood or a fierce beast.

The man only supported his chin with one hand and looked at the eminent monk with an indifferent expression. “It seems that you’ve recognized me. In that case, don’t waste any more time. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee that there won’t be anyone bleeding in this room.”

The senior monk knew that he was using Bai Zhun’s life to threaten him.

However..

“It’s not that this penniless monk is unwilling to hand over the Buddha’s head, but that the Buddha’s head will be destroyed in the hands of His Highness in an instant.” The senior monk pressed his palms together. “At that time, the Buddha’s head will be meaningless.”

The man tapped his fingers on the table. He could sense that the Buddha’s head was in this room, but at the same time, he could also sense that the Buddha’s aura was being suppressed by him to a certain extent.

It seemed that the Old Baldy was not lying. The Purple Jade Buddha’s head would only be destroyed if he had it.

The eyes of a certain Highness, who had wanted to bring his daughter home earlier, darkened. He stood up and glanced at Bai Zhun, who was standing at the side.

The eminent monk thought that he was going to make a move, so he quickly turned his body to the side.

However, the certain Highness did not go on a killing spree as he had thought. Instead, he walked out of the room as if there was no one else around and coldly said, “Go.”

Many bat-like birds rose up from the beam in the room.

Black feathers fluttered down.

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to block in front of his eyes. When he turned his head, he saw that the eminent monk seemed to have let out a sigh of relief as he sat back on the wooden chair.

Bai Zhun furrowed his thick brows. What happened today was inevitably too strange.

First of all, the road had been blocked for so long.

It was snowing outside again, but there was actually not a single trace of snow on that man’s body.

How did he get over such a blocked road?

Moreover, what was with those bats?

Bai Zhun had always been a idealist. Other than himself, he did not believe in any gods or ghosts. If it was not because of Ajiu, he would not even believe in Buddha’s fate.

However, these phenomena that could not be explained with his usual knowledge made Bai Zhun suspect the identity of the man.

Who… was he?