However, Master Daoyuan did not seem to care about these "monsters," and only paid brief surprise before ignoring them.

"Fellow martial artists, please rest assured, these demons have had all their weaknesses crippled by this old monk. Even if they escape, they will pose no threat!"

Several members of the Zhongzhou team couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"Master, that's because you don't know about the Supreme God. Once they go back, they'll be full of life again!"

Daoyuan, filled with compassion, gazed at the corpse of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, as if speaking to the corpse and everyone around him, or perhaps speaking to himself.

"I never imagined that the Golden Wheel Monk would remain so stubbornly deluded until his death! I originally thought he had great potential for enlightenment and wanted to bring him back to Shaolin to cleanse him of his sins, alas!"

"Now that this matter is settled, I have broken the precepts against anger and killing. I should return to the temple to receive punishment from the disciplinary committee. However, there are still remnants of the Vajra Temple, so I will receive the punishment together at a later time!"

For some reason, this sigh sent a chill down the spines of the people in the martial arts world around them.

'The Shaolin monks are truly terrifying when they get really angry...'

The people from the Central Continent Team, however, were thinking about religious issues.

I deeply feel that the saying "heretics within a religion are more despicable than heretics" perfectly describes this situation.

However, Daoyuan wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment.

Because he had already caught a glimpse of "Auntie".

He was standing on a rooftop with Yang Guo.

"Holy crap, when did she arrive! She's truly ethereal... But uh, she looks so thin and her breasts are so small, nowhere near as big as Huang Rong's... Do I perhaps have a thing for married women? Bah! Amitabha, Amitabha!"

At this moment, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's state of mind and expressions were no different from those of the martial arts practitioners around them; they were all shocked and amazed.

The saying "There are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens" is so apt.

...

The Heroes' Gathering concluded successfully, with Hong Qigong remaining as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Guo Jing serving as the vice leader.

The Mongol prince Khoshut was imprisoned in Xiangyang as a hostage.

Originally, everyone, including Guo Jing, intended to recommend Daoyuan, but the latter firmly refused, only saying that he would help if needed.

The group of extraordinary heroes who had come to help Guo Jing before the Heroes' Gathering and played a significant role in the subsequent Xiangyang riots (especially the mage extinguishing the fire) bid farewell to Guo Jing and left shortly after the death of the Golden Wheel Monk.

Soon, the story of the Shaolin monk Daoyuan began to spread throughout the martial arts world, while the Golden Wheel Monk, having failed to gain fame in the Central Plains before his passing, became a mere supporting character in the story.

The Divine Monk Daoyuan is a figure in the martial arts world who, in recent years, has been called "Divine" since Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine. Moreover, the heroes who have witnessed the Divine Monk Daoyuan's prowess all believe that even if Wang Chongyang were alive, he would be no match for Daoyuan.

A few days later, at a tea stall along the official road thirty miles outside Luoyang, a city in the north that had fallen to the enemy.

Daoyuan, Xuankong, and Xuantong sat around an old tea table. On the table was a half-serving plate of rice cakes and a pot of tea that was half empty.

"Grandmaster Uncle, I know that we Shaolin monks shouldn't accept money, but you should at least take one ingot of the hundred taels of gold that Benefactor Guo gave us. My stomach has been growling for ages, and we only have enough money for a plate of rice cakes and a pot of tea. It's not enough..."

"Yes, Grandmaster Uncle, things are chaotic here, and even begging for alms is difficult. You can go without food... but Xuan Kong and I can't..."

Daoyuan felt a pang of regret.

To maintain his air of superiority and preserve the demeanor of a high-ranking monk, Guo Jing naturally refused the money offered to him.

Which TV series or movie features a high-ranking monk who is greedy for money?

As a result, people actually believed that the high monk was not to be trifled with, and they actually accepted the money.

Brothers, could you at least offer a smaller amount, or try to persuade me again?

Well, that's nothing. Daoyuan thought the reincarnators from the Central Continent Team would find him soon, but many days have passed and there's still no sign of them. Could it be that they've forgotten about him after returning?

This forced him to continue living the austere life of a monk.

Daoyuan grinned as he listened to the two younger men's words.

"Even Buddha cutting off his own flesh to feed the eagle didn't say a word, yet you're making such a fuss just because you're a little hungry. Go ahead and eat your rice cakes!"

At the same time, I was thinking to myself.

'If you really forget me, we can't keep our promise, and I'll have to stay here... No! I still need to consider leaving the monastic life!'

Just as I was thinking this, a thought suddenly struck me. I sat still and looked into the distance, and I could already see several small dots in the far distance.

"Amitabha! My esteemed guests, it has been several days since we last met in Xiangyang. How have you been? This old monk awaits you at the teahouse!"

The captain of the Zhongzhou team and two other team members, who were a kilometer away, were suddenly startled.

"Master Daoyuan is indeed amazing. We located him using our equipment, and before we even saw him, his voice was already here!"

"Hmm, judging from the fact that the surrounding merchants aren't reacting, it's probably just a telepathic message sent to us."

A few minutes later, Xuan Kong Xuan Tong sat down at an empty table, which was covered with snacks and two bowls of clear soup noodles.

However, this table was not inside the teahouse, but 30 meters outside, next to another table where the teahouse owner was sitting.

The original table was now occupied only by the three members of the Zhongzhou team and Daoyuan.

“Master, we mean you no harm. What we are about to say is of utmost importance. You will have two choices. If you choose to keep things as they are, we hope you will forget all of this.”

"Amitabha, this old monk will listen attentively."

Twenty minutes passed quietly.

"Are you saying that beyond this world there are countless worlds fraught with danger? And that countless kinds of suffering torment the people of those worlds?"

Daoyuan looked at the three of them with a surprised expression.

"No wonder I always felt that you gentlemen were unusual people; it turns out that those demons were also from outside the realm!"

"This old monk is nearly a hundred years old and has cultivated the Vajra Body of the Dragon and Elephant. I have only seen human calamities and have never seen any demons in the world. No wonder, no wonder!"

Daoyuan closed his eyes and pondered.

"A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi tree!"

Although the members of the Central Continent Team knew they needed to be patient when dealing with such a person, they still couldn't help but lose their composure.

"Master, would you be willing to leave this world with us? To be honest, this would increase our ability to protect ourselves, and of course, it would also allow you to save all the beings there. If you don't agree, then we won't come back..."

"Don't talk nonsense, Master. The choice is yours! If you choose to leave with us, we will help you take care of things here."

The captain interrupted his teammate, sincerely said this to Daoyuan, and then silently drank his tea.

Daoyuan pondered for a long time before finally opening his eyes.

"Thank you for your honesty."

This was as good as saying nothing. The impatient Xiaoyou wanted to say something more, but the captain glared at him.

Daoyuan smiled as he watched Xiaoyou and the captain's actions, then clasped his hands together and bowed to them.

"Amitabha! If I don't go to hell, who will? This old monk is willing to use my meager body to save all sentient beings! Excellent, excellent!"

At this moment, Daoyuan seemed to be bathed in a dazzling light, as if a Buddha's light had appeared behind him.

Half a month later, the Vajra Temple in the Western Regions was destroyed by unknown forces. Its scriptures disappeared, all its branch temples were burned down, most of the lamas in the temple were stripped of their martial arts skills, and the small fry who escaped were no longer a threat.

Two months later, the Southern Shaolin Temple was established in Fujian to prevent the Shaolin lineage from being lost in possible retaliation by the Mongol Empire.

...

In the main god space, the Central Continent team members around him looked at the old monk with excitement.

And what about Daoyuan himself, who was gazing at the sphere of light?

'Uh... is there a free chance to create a baby? How about a Huang Rong ten years younger? Tsk tsk tsk... maintaining that high-monk demeanor is quite a feat!!!'

P.S.: It's almost the end of the month, so it's not really good for you to keep your extra votes... even though I'm pretty useless... um, why don't you vote for me instead!