Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2268

Chapter 2268: This Was Awkward…

After all, Zhao Bo was inwardly also annoyed with this monk.
However, Ning Shu still attacked without any hesitation. She bent her fingers toward Master Hui Kong’s chest and grabbed his robes.
Master Hui Kong blocked Ning Shu’s hand, but she grabbed his chest with her other hand. However, she didn’t feel anything shaped like a book.
Last night, Ning Shu had obviously thrown the rare book to where the Illusory Temple members were residing.
Ning Shu stopped attacking Master Hui Kong, but began attacking the other monks from the Illusory Temple. She finally snatched a book in a cloth bag of a little novice monk.
“Please return my things to me!” The young novice monk had red lips, white teeth, distinct brows, and clear eyes. It was hard to imagine a monk could look so good.
Ning Shu lifted the cloth bag. “I don’t want to.”
“Hui Ji, are you okay?” Master Hui Kong quickly asked the young monk with concern.
Master Hui Kong had always been a calm monk, seemingly detached from external, worldly matters. However, he was very concerned about this little novice monk.
The young novice monk, Hui Ji, shook his head, “Senior, I’m fine.”
Hui Ji looked at Ning Shu with limpid eyes, which gave off a very lofty and pure feeling. Ning Shu couldn’t help but feel a sense of embarrassment in her heart.
“Benefactor, can you return this young monk’s belongings?” the novice monk Hui Ji put his hands together in a Buddhist mudra and asked Ning Shu.
“Looking at how you’re acting, you must care a lot about this bag,” Ning Shu nastily said.
She bared her teeth and said, “I should see what’s inside.”
Master Hui Kong helplessly shook his head. Hui Ji said, “Benefactor, please return this young monk’s belongings. This young monk will follow the martial alliance leader’s order to annihilate the demonic sect.”
Ning Shu shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. My uncle has kind intentions; if it were up to me, Zhao Clan Stronghold could eliminate the demonic sect alone. What do we need so many people for?”
Ning Shu opened the cloth bag and took out a book. She read the title: Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.
It was the Buddhist scripture, Prajna Heart Sutra.
Ning Shu: …
Was this the book she threw last night?
This was awkward…
Ning Shu looked at Hui Yi. The young monk had a delicate appearance but didn’t look feminine or secular.
“Please return this novice monk’s belongings,” Hui Ji said in a steady tone after performing a Buddhist mudra.
“Yi, enough with this nonsense. Return Young Master Hui Ji’s belongings to him,” Zhao Bo said to Ning Shu.
She didn’t find anything on the Illusory Temple monks. Why were they trying to leave in such a hurry, then?
Ning Shu handed the cloth bag back to Hui Ji. If even Zhao Bo would call him a young master, there must be something special about this young monk.
Hui Ji, Hui Ji…
Was this brat a genius?
Could he have seen through something? Or did he see that the book she left was a forgery?
The screws in Ning Shu’s mind rapidly turned as she stared at Hui Ji.
Hui Ji took the cloth bag with both hands, then hung it diagonally across his body.
Hui Ji raised his head, met Ning Shu’s scrutinizing eyes, and then performed a Buddhist mudra. “Benefactor, taking revenge will only start a never-ending circle of vengeance. It is better to let go.
“Many demons plague Benefactor’s heart. Sooner or later, these demons will swallow the benefactor whole.”
Hui Ji looked at Ning Shu and continued, “Benefactor has an indignant heart, which resents everything under the sky. The world must look like hell in Benefactor’s eyes.”
Translator: Take
Editor: Ran
Translator: Kaho