"Bang!"
"Boom!"
"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"
"Stop, stop, stop! I admit defeat!"
"Refreshing!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Guangyue stepped back two steps, chanted a Buddhist phrase, endured the throbbing pain on his head, stretched the corner of his eye, loosened the muscles on his face, only for his head to hurt even more.
"Brother, why are you so persistent in knocking on my head?" Guangyue couldn't help but ask.
Lu Zheng shrugged, "Don't you think you look a lot like the Buddha like this?"
"That's the Buddha's crown, one of the thirty-two signs," Guangyue explained.
"Then you have a monk's bump, the low-budget version," Lu Zheng nodded.
Guangyue touched the swollen bump on his head that Lu Zheng had knocked up, momentarily speechless.
This fellow left a trace of White Cloud True Qi in the swelling; it'll take some effort to dispel it.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingquan also finished narrating the events between Lu Zheng and Guangyue, and everyone looked at Guangyue with surprise.
