Chapter 632 — Where I Stand, There Is Youdu
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
The giant infant swallowed the sweeping monk's primal spirit into his eye and suddenly cried, "Oh no, I have been tricked! Which bastard ambushed me—" Shen Mu suddenly felt his own consciousness take the lead once more, and he was both startled and delighted; his body gradually shrank back to its usual size, and he saw the sweeping monk upon the ground, his head back on his neck, standing there leaning on his broom and looking at him with a smile. Shen Mu bowed in salute: "A rude fellow from the wild hills, Shen Mu, pays his respects to the Great Brahma Heaven King Buddha! "