With a bang!

He felt himself being hit hard by something, and his body fell forward subconsciously!

At the same time, the purple cover on his body suddenly shattered!

"Amitabha, how can a mere mortal be valued by a saint? Even the Immortal Sword that he carries with him is given to you as a magical weapon for protection?"

The scholar blinked and suddenly turned around. He saw the old monk picking up the broken Zen stick. There was a deeper look in his eyes.

At this moment, the young scholar's heart moved! He felt a deep sense of familiarity.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me..." After shouting, the young scholar belatedly asked, "By the way, why do you look so familiar to me? Have we met before?"

Hearing this, the old monk laughed loudly: "As expected of a scholar who can change the fate of the human race with just a book! His memory is quite good! When Master Xuanzang left the Eastern Tang Dynasty during the Chang'an City Water and Land Dharma Assembly, I was among the crowd!"

The young scholar's expression suddenly changed, and he finally understood who the person in front of him was.

As early as when Tang Xuanzang shone brilliantly at the Water and Land Dharma Assembly and won the acceptance of all the Taoists, and was about to go west to seek Buddhist scriptures, there were already many Buddhist monks accompanying him.

In order to ensure that Tang Xuanzang's journey to the West would be safe and fast enough, some of these Buddhists helped to escort him!

The old monk in front of him was one of the ones who sent Tang Xuanzang out of the city!

That's why he had such a deep memory of it, but he didn't expect that the kind-looking old monk would suddenly do something cruel today! He just helped Zijin Taoist compile a legendary biography for the sake of the strength and future of the human race!

Just because of this, the Buddhist sect can no longer tolerate him and will definitely want to kill him!

"You are Afan, the abbot of Qingshan Temple! I never thought that as one of the many masters of the human race... you were personally allowed by His Majesty to expand the temple and build a Buddhist golden statue. Even His Majesty once brought many people to Qingshan Temple to burn incense! But today, you actually killed the human race... Are you still human?"

The young scholar angrily shouted, "Now the leader of the Buddhist sect in the mortal world has sneaked into Chang'an City to attack him!" He knew very well... This was definitely not what the abbot thought. I'm afraid that behind this, he has received the instruction of the great Buddhist power!

This made his back shiver. If it weren't for the sword in his hand, he would have become a corpse by now!

"Whether it's a human or a Buddha... after all, they are just creatures in the Three Realms. What's the difference..." The monk smiled faintly, as if he saw through everything in the world! He had a lofty mind and was one with the world.

However, this smile, when seen by the young scholar, made him tremble with anger!

"Okay, since you claim to be a non-human race... then I can understand that you and I are enemies. But... you have to tell me, who sent you here... Is the Buddhist sect so overbearing! I just wrote a book that is beneficial to the human race, and they want to take my life! Even if I die... I should understand everything!"

The monk nodded slowly, and said with a little emotion: "You, young scholar, really underestimate yourself. You were able to receive a sword from a saint, and to reverse the decline of the human race with just a book! This is not as simple as simply writing a book... But I, the Buddha, am compassionate and I don't lie! Since you asked, I will tell you... It was the Bodhisattva Guanyin who sent me here!"

The young scholar was shocked, his face full of astonishment and lack of confidence.

"How is it possible... Bodhisattva Guanyin has such a great reputation in the human world... and is very tolerant of the human race, why today... does she not let a scholar like me go!"

He stepped back in shock, his heart pounding! In his mind, there were thousands of threads of anger, helplessness, and despair. They were intertwined, making him unable to stand still!

Seeing him like this, the monk shook his head gently and said gently: "Scholar...you don't have to worry so much. Guanyin Bodhisattva has the Three Realms in his heart. You must understand that if you are missing, the Three Realms can be saved. Moreover, Guanyin Bodhisattva once said that although you have done something wrong, you have a great affinity with the Buddha...If you give up resistance, convert to Buddhism...and be saved by me, your life can still be saved."

“Wishful thinking…” The young scholar was furious. “Originally, I didn’t quite trust what Taoist Zijin said. Although Buddhism is overbearing, it shouldn’t be so cruel to its believers… But today, I have seen your true colors! Rather than worshipping Buddhism in such humiliation, I would rather die than surrender!”

"Hahaha!" The monk laughed wildly, "What an ignorant mortal! Do you think I'm giving you a chance to choose? No... I'm going to tell you what's going to happen to you. And with your mortal body, don't even think about using the power of this sword! If you want to escape... you have to ask me about my cultivation level first."

At this point, a wisp of Buddha light suddenly rose from the body of this Buddhist monk... At the same time, the infinite power of Buddhist faith spread around his body... His cultivation was also revealed, forming a huge spiritual pressure in the air! In just a moment, the young scholar felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and his bones were creaking!

The body involuntarily, as if unable to withstand the pressure, the knees gradually bent, as if it was about to kneel on the ground.

The young scholar didn’t know how powerful the Buddha’s practice was!

But he felt that if he resisted even a little, he would surely die.

Outside Chang'an City, above the Jian River!

Zhang Fan was leisurely observing the powerful Buddhist who was trying to forcibly convert the young scholar in a separated space on the street in Chang'an City.

He had anticipated such a thing. After all, the young scholar had very little influence on the human race and could only be considered a puppet at best.

The two people manipulating the situation behind the scenes were Zhang Fan and one of the many masters of the Xuanmen sect who were watching the excitement from afar.

Taoist Zi Jin asked the young scholar to write a record of a mortal's path to immortality. In fact, this record of a mortal's path to immortality is not important at all...even if the young scholar just scribbled casually and made a book of weird talismans.

But as long as this book of ghost paintings can help some mortal practitioners improve their cultivation and gain some insights... then the purpose will have been achieved!

Nowadays, this record of a mortal's cultivation to immortality has been widely disseminated and printed within the scope of the three generations of the human race!

If the Buddhist sect did not do something to stop it, Zhang Fan would think that the Buddhist sect had suddenly become smart. ?