Even Gu Chengxuan, who never showed his emotions, was getting anxious. "How much further?"

"We've arrived, we've arrived, ahead..." Before he could finish speaking, the monk suddenly exerted force, grabbing the Taoist priest's robe and pushing him out of the wide-open cabin door.

The change happened in the blink of an eye.

Just as Gu Chengxuan's expression changed drastically, the bald monk clinging to the warehouse entrance burst into loud laughter.

"Go to hell! You Taoist priests think you can compete with Buddhism?"

Get out, get back to shore. The declining Taoist sect still needs you.

Gu boy, let's go.

Hahaha!"

Thump—

It was the Taoist priest who fell into the sea.

In the Dharma-ending Age, spiritual energy is scarce, and even powerful beings need magical artifacts to fly. Unfortunately, the artifacts of the two individuals were infused with the full power of their respective factions.

I am currently unable to control the flight.

This is the real reason why it is necessary to have a plane to transport it to the designated location.

"Master, you..."

The senior monk didn't care at all. "This journey is fraught with danger. Our Buddhist lineage has many promising young talents. Why should the declining Taoists steal the limelight?"

"I can't go back. My senior brother is still there to carry on the family line at the temple, but what does his Celestial Master's Mansion have left?"

The wind turbine hovered in mid-air, and you could vaguely see an exasperated old man splashing the seawater.

The senior monk urged, "Aren't you leaving yet? Want to ride the waves with me?"

Gu Chengxuan gritted his teeth, and the fighter jet sped away.

Upon arriving at the designated location, he said:

"The typhoon will pass through here. I was asked to convey this message: please seize this only opportunity. As long as the country is not destroyed, Shaolin will live on forever."

"That's enough for me, young man. Go back quickly and take care!"