As they were talking, the old monk noticed a Bagua diagram appearing on the soles of his feet. The Bagua rotated, and he stopped on the Zhen trigram.

Boom!

A thunderclap resounded.

Golden lightning enveloped the old monk.

Hearing the commotion, Jin Yan came to the front yard and only dared to watch from a distance. The little monk was also standing outside the Taoist temple.

Golden Horn and Little Dumpling huddled together inside the small wooden house, barely daring to breathe.

"Amitabha."

The old monk remained calm and composed. He raised his hands, bathed in golden lightning, like a reincarnated Buddha.

Zhang Fulong spun his palm, and the Bagua diagram in the courtyard followed suit. Flames shot into the sky, and the nearby snow melted instantly. The old monk smiled amidst the flames.

"Master, it's my turn to make a move."

The old monk appeared in front of Zhang Fulong in an instant, his body radiating golden Buddhist light, traversing the Bagua formation, and he tried to place his hand on Zhang Fulong's shoulder.

He knew that Zhang Fulong's physical body was very weak.

Zhang Fulong remained calm and composed, quickly forming hand seals. "The character 'Dou' signifies the shifting of things and stars."

The old monk's hand landed on the afterimage.

Zhang Fulong appeared behind the old monk and asked with a smile, "If you're so powerful, why don't you just fly to the heavens?"

The old monk turned around, looked at the killing formation beneath his feet, and stopped joking. "This humble monk wishes to save all sentient beings."

"Then you don't need to fight me to the death."

"The Imperial Preceptor asked me to do two favors: to test the Daoist's cultivation level and to bring back his disciple. If I complete the tasks, he will allow me to establish a temple in the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom and spread Buddhism. This is a condition that I cannot refuse."

"Then you'd better think it over."

Zhang Fulong looked at the old monk calmly.

The old monk looked at the faintly visible killing formation beneath his feet. Standing on the Gate of Death, he sighed, "Alas, the price is too high. You're risking your lives. You should play this game yourselves. I'll leave you alone."

Zhang Fulong gestured for the guest to leave.

Before leaving, the old monk asked suspiciously, "The feng shui of this Sunset Peak has been disturbed. Was it your doing?"

Zhang Fulong did not answer.

As the old monk led the young monk down the mountain, they happened to run into Qin Luo and his group, who were returning to Longhu Temple.

The old monk looked at Hua Ying and jokingly said, "Female benefactor, it's your fault for not giving this humble monk mutton soup. This humble monk deliberately didn't take you away. You can live with him from now on."

"..."

Hua Ying's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The old monk laughed heartily and walked away.

"baffling!"

Hua Ying glanced at Qin Luo secretly.

Qin Luo has already entered the Longhu Temple.

Zhang Fulong stood in the courtyard in front of the hall, and Ziyue asked curiously, "Master, is that old monk powerful?"

"His Buddhist teachings are profound and he is very powerful."

"All right."

Zi Yue pouted. If the old monk wasn't powerful, what he said was likely false; if he was powerful, then what he said was likely true.

Qin Luo smiled and said softly, "Master, Miss Zhao from the foot of the mountain asked when you will have time to come down the mountain. The children want to hear you tell a story."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fulong smiled and said, "Since I have some time now, I'll go down the mountain and take a look."

Zhang Fulong left the Taoist temple.

Zi Yue took out the unfinished steamed bun. "Junior brother, this is for you. It smells delicious."

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Jin Yan ate the steamed bun with gusto.

Hua Ying felt that Longhu Temple was very cozy. Qin Luo handed her a broom and said, "What are you laughing at? The floor isn't finished sweeping yet."