Chapter 106: The Three Gates of Fire (7)

  The sick jar coughed and said: "Cough, yes, it's me who wants to compete with you!"

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang looked very helpless and shook his head, saying: "Alright! Wait for me to come down, I'll deal with you then!"

  Zhuo Wangnujiang finished speaking, and leaped down from the high air. This building was three stories high, and normally, anyone who jumped down would break their bones or sprain their muscles. But Zhuo Wangnujiang jumped into the air, his sleeves fluttering wildly as his monk's robe puffed out, and his falling speed suddenly slowed, like a colorful bubble floating gently to the ground, without suffering any injury.

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang fell to the ground, rolled up his sleeves and wrapped them around his arm, laughing: "Mr. Wang, how do you think I compare?"

  The sick pot coughed and said: "Great lama is good at it! Since you are a Buddhist, let's compare our willpower!"

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang laughed and said: "Interesting! How do you compare?"

  The gourd said: "We put the signboard on our heads, stand on one foot on the stone, three feet apart, and can push each other in mid-air. If the signboard falls from our heads, or if we fall off the stone, or if both feet land on the ground, it counts as a loss? What do you think?"

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang burst out laughing and said: "Alright! I'll go along with you! Just don't blame me for bullying a sick person."

  The sick jar coughed and said with great difficulty: "No wonder, no wonder, I have no skills, running and fighting will surely suffocate me. If the big lama can win me, I have nothing to complain about. Monk Suan Deng, you are a man of virtue and righteousness, I admire you very much. Can I ask you to be a witness?"

  Ku Deng and the monk slightly opened his eyes, recited a Buddha's name, and said: "This method is wonderful. The little monk dares to bear witness for both of you."

  Zhuo Wangnujiang Chong Kulei and the monk made a bow, which was considered as an apology. He then turned to Wang Laoji and said: "Mr. Wang, you choose the place."

  The sickly old man slowly and laboriously climbed onto one of the two adjacent pointed rocks, looking extremely exhausted, coughing constantly, and said: "Great Lama, you stand opposite me."

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang hummed, walked to the side of the sick jar, jumped onto a sharp stone, turned his body on the sharp stone, stabilized his figure, lifted one foot and placed it on the knee of the other foot, slightly squatted, as if roots grew from his feet, firmly tied to the stone, not moving at all.

  The sick jar coughed and smiled with difficulty: "Good skill, good skill, it seems I'm unlucky."

  The sick jar took out the sign from his bosom, placed it on his own head, lifted one foot and hooked the knee of the other foot, saying: "Great lama, you put the sign on your head, we start the competition now." The sick jar said, his body still swaying, shaking.

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang hummed, pinched the monk's hat, took it off and threw it aside. His own nameplate was already lying on his head, apparently Zhuo Wangnu Jiang's nameplate had been hidden in the hat all along.

  The sick jar said: "Well, let's get started then."

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang burst out laughing: "Good!" He stretched out his arms, revealing his large sleeves, and swung them fiercely at the medicine jar. Several strong gusts of wind blew the jar's hair flying wildly, and the force was so great that it almost blew the jar off the stone pedestal.

  Bing jar held onto his glasses, his body leaning back, letting Zhuo Wang's two large sleeves dance in front of him, himself like a withered grass, blown to and fro, his feet shaking, but he couldn't be shaken off the rock.

  Zhuo Wangnu Jiang danced with a big sleeve, saw the sick jar despite being disheveled, but nothing happened, his heart tightened, and he secretly said: "This is a stubborn grass taking root! Not good!" Zhuo Wangnu Jiang retracted his sleeves, recited a Buddhist mantra, clasped his hands together, and lowered his eyes slightly, like a mountain pine standing firmly still.

  The sickly-looking boy adjusted his glasses, smiled slightly, and for a moment, the eyes behind the lenses sparkled. The pale look on his face was swept away, replaced by an excited expression. He straightened up, standing upright, with his hands hanging still at his sides.