The voice of the Zhurong bird was noticeably younger than that of the one that had been trapped before; it was definitely not the same bird.

Upon hearing this, Yuanxin remained calm and maintained a slight smile.

He was tall and thin, wearing a kasaya, with a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck and a string of beads in his hand, which he kept twirling.

"Amitabha Buddha, I also wish, but my time has not yet come."

The center of the circle is neither hurried nor slow.

"Damn, is this little monk a charlatan?" Lan Hua thought to himself.

The Zhurong bird snorted, "Little monk, there are so many wandering souls in this Dead Spirit Mountain, why don't you save them and lead them to the Pure Land?"

Yuanxin shook his head and said, "You were originally a spirit beast, so you are the most likely to enter the Paradise. As for the wandering souls in the Dead Spirit Mountain, they can also enter, but it requires great perseverance!"

The Zhurong bird said, "I'm going to your paradise. You should finish exorcising the wandering souls in the Dead Spirit Mountain first, then come find me!"

After saying that, the Zhurong bird rushed in another direction, but was stopped by Pan Wen and Wang Tianyi with a wave of their hands.

Pan Wendao said, "Wherever you want to go, you have to come with me today!"

Wang Tianyi snorted, "You're wrong, you have to come with me!"

Both men were exceptionally handsome; if any women were present, they would surely be captivated by them.

Yuanxin also said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is able to guide you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

After speaking, his whole body radiated a soft golden light, overflowing with Buddhist energy, and his body slowly rose into the air, arriving at the same level as the Confucian and Taoist figures.

The three masters of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism formed a triangular shape, surrounding the Zhurong bird.

Pan Wen snorted, "Senior Brother Yuanxin, I heard you're in seclusion at Wanfo Temple trying to break through to the Dan Shen realm. How come you still have time to come to the Dead Spirit Mountain? Hurry back, don't delay your seclusion!"

The three schools of thought share the same origin and are closely connected, so they address each other as fellow disciples.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is truly not here to steal this Zhurong bird, but absolutely here to guide it into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Buddha can bear witness!"

Pan Wen and Wang Tianyi looked somewhat grave; the rumors of Yuanxin's seclusion were indeed true.

This person's cultivation level has truly reached the peak of the Danxia Realm, just half a step away from the Danshen Realm.

Such a powerful person is difficult to deal with.

Wang Tianyi laughed and said, "Senior Brother Yuanxin, I think it would be better if we, representing the three religions and being the best of the younger generation, had a discussion on the Dao!"

Yuanxin smiled and said, "What are we talking about? I'm just a monk, and I can't possibly compete with Senior Brother Wang in terms of literature and philosophy!"

Wang Tianyi thought to himself, "You monk, you rejected Wen Dao so quickly. Buddhists may seem dull, but they are actually very wise!"

He then laughed and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Yuanxin, let's not talk about literature, let's talk about martial arts, and decide the winner in one move!"

Yuanxin nodded. "That's excellent!"

Wang Tianyi looked at Pan Wen, "Senior Brother Pan, what do you think?"

Pan Wen snorted, "Let's discuss the Dao then, who's afraid of who? But there are only three of us, so there has to be a first-come, first-served order. Which two will go first?"

With his eyes slightly closed, Yuanxin smiled and said, "This humble monk will go as he pleases, whoever wants to go first!"

Pan Wen said, "Senior Brother Wang is hailed as the hope of Haoran Mansion. I think you should discuss the Dao with Senior Brother Yuanxin first!"

He knew that Yuanxin was powerful, and that the person who fought him would definitely lose some of their energy. Moreover, he could also learn some details about the two of them.

Wang Tianyi seemed to have anticipated Pan Wen's response, and without further ado, said, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!"

"You guys fight, I'm excused!"

The Zhurong bird let out a cry, and countless yin flames shot towards the three of them before rushing into the sky.

"You're oversimplifying things!"

The three disciples each unleashed a palm strike, blocking all the incoming Yin Fire. At the same time, they each struck again, setting up a triple barrier around the Zhurong Bird.

The Zhurong bird flapped its wings a few times and crashed into the barrier several times, but the barrier remained unmoved. Instead, the bird's soul was shaken and weakened considerably.

"Damn humans!"

The Zhurong bird lost its temper and could only stay quietly in the barrier, one wing supporting its head, looking utterly hopeless.

Seeing the Zhu Rong bird's performance, Lan Hua already knew that this bird was much weaker than the one hiding in the cave.

However, it is still a good choice as a spirit of an artifact.

Lan Hua made up her mind.

Wang Tianyi said, "Senior Brother Yuanxin, we can begin!"

"good!"

The two flew to a distance of about a hundred feet to the side, each adjusting their Yuan Power state, since they only had one chance.

Suddenly, Wang Tianyi shouted and raised his palm to the sky.

A massive amount of purple energy shot straight into the sky, transforming into a giant purple book that pressed down towards the center.

Pan Wenwei was slightly surprised. "This is the ultimate Confucian skill, the Spring and Autumn Annals? Has he really mastered it?"

Lan Hua, who was hiding in the shadows, was taken aback. Although this move was not as grand as Wang Shengen's, it was still extremely shocking.

"Purple Yuan Power... Could it be that the alchemical fire of the Confucian disciple is of superior grade?" Lan Hua wondered to herself.

Yuanxin murmured "Amitabha," then clasped his hands together, and a surge of powerful Buddhist energy enveloped him, transforming him into a giant Buddha.

The Buddha was solemn and dignified, with faint Buddhist chants lingering around him. He opened his palms and struck the giant book that was attacking him.

boom!

The Buddha and the giant book shattered together, transforming into a terrifying current that sent Wang Tianyi flying back several feet.

But then, a surge of powerful Buddhist energy erupted from Yuanxin's body once more, transforming into a golden form that blocked the violent airflow.

Within the golden aura of Buddha, a faint blue light shone through, indicating that the cinnabar fire at the center was blue.

"Mid-grade alchemical fire?"

Lan Hua shook her head. "With such terrifying cultivation, the center of the circle cannot possibly be as simple as a mid-grade pill fire; it is very likely a top-grade pill fire!"

Wang Tianyi steadied himself, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "The Arhat Hammer Holy Technique of Buddhism is indeed powerful, I have lost!"

Yuanxin smiled slightly, "It's because Senior Brother Wang is so kind of me that I've been able to gain a slight advantage!"

"A loss is a loss, don't try to save face for me!"

After saying that, Wang Tianyi walked up to Pan Wen, tilted his head, and snorted, "Senior Brother Pan, it's your turn!"

He was originally a Confucian prodigy, and after losing a battle, he was naturally in a bad mood, not to mention that he lost the Zhurong bird as a result.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Wang!"

Pan Wen stood with his hands behind his back, flew to a distance of ten zhang from the center of the circle, and laughed:

"Senior Brother Yuanxin, that move just now was extremely powerful, and it must have consumed a lot of your Yuan energy!"

"How about we rest for a while and come back when you've recovered?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Tianyi gave a soft hum and muttered to himself:

"How cunning! Even Taoists resort to such underhanded tricks!"

Yuanxin smiled slightly, "Senior Brother Pan, please come on over, this humble monk is no problem!"

After saying that, he put his palms together and made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.

"Good, the sooner it's over, the sooner it'll be finished!"

Pan Wen's left palm faced the ground, and his right palm faced the sky, and a Tai Chi diagram rose from the soles of his feet.

"The Eight Trigrams Formation!"

Pan Wen shouted.

The Tai Chi symbol passes through the body, grows larger in the wind, and the Yin and Yang energies in the symbol intertwine, striking towards the center.

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Xin uttered a low chant and thrust out both palms simultaneously. Instantly, golden light shone brightly, and thousands of Buddha hands appeared before him, striking the incoming Tai Chi diagram together.

boom!

Thousands of Buddha hands pressed against the Tai Chi diagram, and the two were locked in a stalemate, with dazzling light falling from the sky.

"Amitabha!"

The center chanted again, as if adding power to the thousands of Buddha hands.

The golden light of the Buddha's Hand intensified, shattering the Tai Chi diagram in mid-air, and the remaining force rushed towards Pan Wen.

"Hmph, what a powerful Thousand Buddha Hand!"

Pan Wen extended both palms simultaneously, and a circular Tai Chi ball appeared around his body, dissolving the incoming Buddhist energy.

"Senior Brother Yuanxin is truly amazing. I've lost. The Zhurong Bird is yours!"

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Pan, for letting me off the hook!"

Sudden.

A massive arrow shot towards the trapped Zhu Rong bird with lightning speed, making it difficult for the three people present to intercept it.

"Who fired the arrow?" Wang Tianyi shouted.