GBP Chapter 2098 This humble monk is here to die!
Chapter 2098 This humble monk is here to die!
At this moment, however, the scene inside the main room was quite different.
"They've rebelled! They've defied the heavens!"
Jiang Huaiyuan trembled with rage. He shoved the chessboard aside, sending the pieces tumbling to the ground. "Where did this wicked monk come from! How dare he be so arrogant! Demanding lives in public and even wanting to reignite the fire? Is he trying to burn us old bones to death too? I'll go out and kill him!"
The old man was about to rush out. Although he was a scholar, he had once joined the army with a heart full of patriotism. At this moment, his fiery temper and righteous spirit were rising, and he could no longer hold back!
"Brother-in-law, wait!"
Qin Zongheng reacted quickly, grabbing Jiang Huaiyuan's arm with a steady, forceful grip.
Almost simultaneously, Yu Haoran was also firmly held down by Song Qiankun.
"Brother Huaiyuan, brother-in-law, please calm down!" Song Qiankun's voice was not loud, but it was unusually calm. He pointed to the window and said, "Take a good look at Xiang Nan's expression. I know him!"
Jiang Huaiyuan and Yu Haoran looked over instinctively.
In the courtyard, Li Xiangnan, who was being directly targeted by the death threat, showed little panic on his face. Instead, he exuded an extreme calm and coldness, his eyes sharp as knives, silently confronting the little monk's sinister gaze.
“That kid… he…” Jiang Huaiyuan was puzzled.
Qin Zongheng asked in a low voice with a smile, "What's the rush, you all! Xiang Nan is a very thoughtful child! So far, he hasn't asked us for help, nor has he shown any signs of panic! When Hao Jian and the others appeared, he only gestured for them to remain calm! When Elder Du and Qingyue got angry, he didn't rush to agree. What does that mean?"
Song Qiankun chuckled and continued, "That means he probably anticipated everything! Or perhaps he had a plan in mind for what happened, and at least in his view, the situation was still under control! Or rather..."
His gaze swept past the two men and landed in the courtyard, his eyes burning with intensity. "What is this kid waiting for! He still has a trump card up his sleeve! If we old guys rush out now and disrupt his rhythm, it will be bad for him!"
Yu Haoran calmed down a bit and frowned, saying, "But, Qiankun, you heard it too. That little monk is very strange. After hearing what Zongheng said, I learned that some things that have happened in Yanjing recently are related to the Little Buddha. That person... if he really is the culprit behind the Mu family bombing and the abandoned temple bombing, if this little monk says he set fire at midnight, I'm afraid it's not just a bluff..."
Qin Zongheng's gaze was profound: "Precisely because it's unorthodox, we must not act rashly! Qingyue and Elder Du have already made their stance clear; this is overt pressure and intimidation! We are... a hidden card, a backup plan! We cannot easily reveal it unless absolutely necessary! I believe in Xiang Nan; he knows when to play which card!"
Jiang Huaiyuan's chest heaved, his beard and hair stood on end, and his fists were clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.
Seeing Zhang Long and Zhao Hu leading the Eight Vajras to block the Moon Gate, and Song Ziming, Wang Defa, Hao Jian and other experts surrounding the entire backyard like an iron barrel, while the little demon monk stood in the crowd still laughing and joking, he felt a surge of evil fire rushing to the top of his head.
"But everyone, this little brat dares to play tricks even when he's about to die! It's outrageous! How can there be such an evil being in our Dragon Kingdom! And this is in the capital city!"
Jiang Huaiyuan hated evil as much as he did, so how could he tolerate the existence of such a little Buddha and little monk?
"Hey, hey, brother-in-law!" Qin Zongheng's hand immediately gripped him firmly like an iron clamp, "Don't rush, look again carefully!"
He gestured to Jiang Huaiyuan not to rush and to take a closer look at the situation in the courtyard.
With the help of Hao Jian and others, Li Xiangnan completed the encirclement of the little monk. When the murderous aura reached its peak, instead of ordering the immediate capture of the little monk, he raised his right hand and made a very subtle downward pressing motion.
The movement was very small, but Li Xiangnan's close friends and family members present, including Zhou Yuejin, Hao Jian, Song Ziming, and Wang Defa, immediately noticed it.
The crowd, who had been poised to attack, paused slightly. Although they did not relax their movements, they held back for the time being, their cold gazes fixed on the wall.
"Did you see that?" Qin Zongheng asked in a low voice. "Xiang Nan is controlling the pace. He's waiting, or rather, he's still watching!"
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Huaiyuan asked, panting heavily.
Song Qiankun stepped forward and glanced at Li Xiangnan, taking a deep look at his expression. He understood perfectly. "Let's see what tricks this little monk has up his sleeve. Let's see what other methods he can use besides pretending to be a ghost! And let's see if there's anything else among the people surrounded in this courtyard!"
Yu Haoran also calmed down. He noticed that Li Xiangnan's gaze was not entirely fixed on the little monk, but rather quickly and discreetly swept over certain corners and the faces of certain guests, as if he were confirming something.
"This kid... he's too cunning!" Yu Haoran murmured. "He's trying to force out all the poisonous insects hiding in the shadows!"
Qin Zongheng smiled and stroked his beard, saying, "After all, I'm also very curious about how this little monk suddenly appeared on the roof without any warning! I think Xiang Nan must have also considered whether some guest pretended to bring a child in..."
Everyone shook their heads, completely bewildered.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the little monk, who was being locked onto by dozens of murderous gazes and enveloped by the subtle aura of the elite guards of the noble family and the Ji family guards, seemed to be in a spring garden, feeling carefree and relaxed.
He had already jumped onto the long bench next to the octagonal table, his two dangling little legs even tapping out a rhythm, and he was turning the bone beads in his hands with increasing ease.
Despite Du Xingyue's angry glare and Ji Qingyue's cold past, the smile on her face did not diminish at all. On the contrary, she seemed to find it even more interesting because of everyone's tension.
"Oh dear," his clear voice broke the gloom, "So many people are looking at this humble monk, I'm a little embarrassed!"
He tilted his head and looked at Du Xingyue, whose face was ashen. "Grandpa, are these uncles and elders you called here to play games with this humble monk?"
The tone was innocent, yet full of provocation.
Du Xingyue laughed in fury, pointed his cane, and said, "You little devil, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn! Seize him!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu immediately prepared to lead their men forward.
"Wait!"
Li Xiangnan's calm voice rang out.
He stepped forward, standing between Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and the little monk at the table.
This action surprised everyone.
He first nodded slightly to Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, then shook his head and said hello.
Zhang and Zhao halted their forward momentum and glanced at Du Xingyue.
Du Xingyue nodded, and the two of them then took a step back.
Li Xiangnan lowered his head, looking at the little monk on the stool, his tone calm yet penetrating.
"Little Master, you've had your fun. You're all alone, surrounded and helpless. Even with some wicked tricks, you can't escape this place today! Did your master send you here to die?"
This gets straight to the point.
No matter how wicked the little monk is, he is still made of flesh and blood. Surrounded by so many skilled fighters, unless he truly has the ability to fly or escape into the earth, he will have no chance of survival!
You should know that quite a few of Li's relatives and friends have come today, around a thousand people. If they were to fight a madman, they could probably drown this little monk with just a spit from each of them!
Sending such a young monk here empty-handed is like knowingly walking into a tiger's den.
Is the young Buddha really so unwise as to send a trusted page to his death in vain?
The little monk laughed even harder, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
He clapped his little hands, his eyes curving into crescents:
“Benefactor Li, you are right! This humble monk has come here to die!”
These words shocked everyone in the courtyard, and the atmosphere changed instantly!