"Evil King, please forgive me. My disciple is still young and ignorant. Please don't hold it against him."

Upon seeing this, the abbot immediately stepped in front of the fat monk and angrily rebuked him, "You usually eat wine and drink meat, and now you're pretending to respect and love Buddha? You have no right to say such things. Get out of my way right now!"

"Master!"

Upon hearing this, the fat monk's eyes immediately reddened, and he turned and ran away, shouting, "I'm not qualified to be a monk, nor am I qualified to be your disciple! Fine, I'll leave!"

"It is said that monks do not lie, but I did not expect that the abbot could lie without changing his expression."

Seeing this, the boy sneered and mocked, "With that fat monk's physique, whose child looks like that? They're really in a hurry."

"Ahem, please excuse the two Corpse Kings."

Watching the fat monk's departing figure, the abbot's eyes showed a hint of relief. He coughed awkwardly and then asked, "You two should know that the pagoda is the place with the strongest Buddhist power among us. If you go there, you might be accidentally injured."

“There’s no need for the abbot to trouble himself with that.”

The boy seemed very impatient, waving his hand and saying, "You just need to take us there. All the other consequences are none of your business. If all of us demons die, shouldn't the abbot be even happier?"

"Abbot?"

These words truly resonated with the monks present, and everyone turned to look at the abbot.

"Yes, but I hope you both keep your word."

The abbot hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, but in truth, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

He didn't know why, or when, the Buddhist power in his body was rapidly disappearing. If it were before, he would have risked his life to drive away these demons.

But now, for the safety of the monks, he has no choice but to compromise.

The strength of the two Corpse Kings was beyond his ability to contend with.

The only chance now is that the eminent monks of the pagoda throughout history can manifest their power and take these zombies away from this world.

[Pagoda, Pavilion]

"Plop plop..."

A fat monk with big ears was holding a wine pot in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, munching on it with a sullen expression.

They were eating with their mouths dripping with oil, not at all like a monk should behave.

While eating, he kept muttering to himself.

"Hmph, they say the pagoda is a sacred Buddhist site and they won't let me in normally, but now they're letting those zombies in whenever they want."

He devoured the chicken leg in a few bites and casually tossed the bones away.

"Bang..."

Just then, a crisp sound rang out, as if something had been knocked down and rolled to the ground.

"I...no, right?"

As if he had thought of something, the fat monk's eyes widened.

"Gurgle..."

Just then, a box rolled over and landed at his feet.

"Plop..."

Upon seeing the familiar pattern on the box, the fat monk swallowed hard, his whole body trembling.

He picked up the box and, to verify his suspicions, slowly opened it.

Sure enough, it contained a relic.

However, this relic is very different from ordinary relics.

Ordinary relics are formed from the bones of enlightened monks after their death, and most are irregularly shaped. However, this relic is shaped like a lotus seed, and is unusually round and clear.

Holding it in your hand, you can even feel a slight moisture, but wiping it with your sleeve reveals its dryness.