54 The Old Monk Who Suffered a Mental Breakdown

"Zen Master, your words are really strange."

"If I'm not human, can I be a ghost?"

The head on Cui Heng's neck and the head in his hand spoke at the same time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the head on his neck fell again and rolled into his empty right hand.

Then, with a puff, another head grew out of the empty neck.

"Zen Master, didn't you want Hui Shi to cut off my head?"

"Although I don't know what you want my head for, it's no big deal to give you one."

"Zen Master, why aren't you saying anything? Do you still want this head?"

The three mouths on Cui Heng's three heads spoke at the same time. Their voices overlapped, sounding discordant and strange.

"Monster, monster, you must be a monster!" Zen Master Dekong shouted as if he had gone crazy. Then, he began to chant Buddhist scriptures while trembling. "Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha blesses, Buddha blesses…"