After he had accumulated enough internal energy over a century, he became quite arrogant.

Now he possesses five hundred years of internal energy, making him invincible and fearless.

Foguang Temple.

Upon seeing the temple's plaque, Bian Lang was somewhat bewildered, feeling that the name was very familiar.

Upon entering the temple, it was indeed crowded with people.

Whether it's selling incense and paper money or fortune telling, business is booming.

The jade Pixiu tucked in the sleeve pocket suddenly trembled.

Bian Lang took it out and saw that the Pixiu's eyes had turned blood red.

So it was you, kid.

Bian Lang smiled, recalling a crybaby.

About thirty years ago, while transporting corpses, he happened to save a little boy who was being hunted by wolves.

The little boy, who looked about six or seven years old, cried and fussed, insisting on following Bian Lang.

Bian Lang also wanted to train an assistant, but Shi Xiong disagreed.

At that time, it was a chaotic era with rampant banditry, and Bian Lang kindly taught the little boy some exorcism skills.

As long as the little boy practices hard, he will surely make a name for himself in this world in the future.

But human nature is unpredictable, and Bian Lang could never have imagined that the little boy who only wanted to live would go astray.

“Master Bian, the abbot’s room is over there.” Linlang was very familiar with Foguang Temple.

Bian Lang nodded and followed Lin Lang toward the abbot's room.

Over in the abbot's room, a large group of people had gathered, all seeking answers from Abbot Yichan of Foguang Temple.

"Today's spots are full, please come early tomorrow." A young monk came out of the abbot's room, clasping his hands together in apology.

The young monk appeared calm, but secretly glanced at Linlang.

Everything is contained in that look.