With a flash of movement, a gray-robed monk appeared before them. He was none other than Miaoyan from the Great Wuxiang Temple.
Now he appears as a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, having inherited the family business and enjoyed the family's happiness for two generations.
This technique allows people whose lives are about to end to have a second chance, which is equivalent to having an extra lifetime of cultivation.
The monk's practice is the Buddhist Dharma Body of the Great Wuxiang Temple, and he is of extremely high seniority; who knows how many tricks he might have up his sleeve.
"Your two lifetimes of inheritance are progressing quite quickly. It won't be long before you reach the highest level and then attempt to become a saint, right?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Miaoyan.
Although this guy's appearance had changed drastically, Ye Xingchen recognized him at a glance.
After all, the cunning in their eyes and expressions can never be changed.
But this guy insisted on putting on a righteous and awe-inspiring air; anyone who didn't know better would think he was some enlightened monk.
"This humble monk can attain sainthood at any time. As for whether I can actually achieve sainthood, that depends on my own willingness," Miaoyan said with a slight smile.
"So, you didn't just send Chen Roujin to my place just to have her stop me, did you?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Of course, this woman possesses ten ghost infants and has cultivated into the Ten-Child Ghost Mother, making her extremely powerful. Moreover, all of my Thousand Water Temple members perished at her hands. This grudge cannot go unavenged."
Miao Yan said with a smile, "But some things can't be too straightforward. I'll offer her benefits, and then let her kill you. If she kills you, I'll save myself a lot of trouble. Conversely, if you kill her, I'll also save myself a lot of trouble. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
"Insidious." Ye Xingchen gave a two-word evaluation.
"Heh, insidious?" Miao Yan laughed. "It's rare to hear such words from your mouth."
“But that’s just how the world is. This is an open strategy, and I’m doing it to protect myself. Everyone looks out for themselves, and I believe even Buddha would forgive me.” Miao Yan laughed even harder.
"Well, I don't know what Buddha is thinking, but I do know that someone like you should go to hell." Ye Xingchen stared at him: "There are nearly a hundred lives lost at Dawuxiang Temple and Qianshui Temple, right? Can you really bear such a huge karmic burden?"
"You've killed tens of thousands of people and aren't afraid of the consequences, but I've only taken a few lives?" Miao Yan said smugly. "Ye Xingchen, we're all the same, so don't put on that arrogant face in front of me."
"Furthermore, I don't believe in cause and effect. There is no such thing as good or bad karma in this world. Otherwise, how could I, a wicked person, have lived for more than a century?"
"Ye Xingchen, I feel you shouldn't waste your breath talking to this guy. Just kill him." Zhang Shihao, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand the guy's behavior anymore and said viciously.
Zhang Shih-hao is a Taoist disciple who emphasizes tranquility and non-action.
But no matter how virtuous and inactive he was, he couldn't stand this pretentious guy in front of him.
What does a monk believe in if he doesn't believe in cause and effect?
"This must be a disciple of Zhang Tianshi of Qiwu Mountain, right?" Miao Yan chuckled and said, "I once met Zhang Tianshi myself."
"Master Zhang was a highly accomplished Taoist master, but I never expected that his disciple would be of average talent and temperament."
"Shut up! What right do you have to point fingers at our Qiwu Mountain? You're just a remnant of the previous dynasty. Do you really think you're someone important?" Zhang Gensheng Shihao's temper flared up instantly.
Honestly, he just couldn't stand the old monk's arrogant and condescending attitude. What a piece of trash he thought he was.
"Heh, young man, you're too impatient." Miao Yan chuckled, clasped his hands together, and said in a booming voice, "But you, a mere junior, think you can stop me?"
A wave of sound surged forth, like a raging river, crashing down upon Zhang Gensheng and Shihao.
Zhang Shih-hao's strength wasn't particularly great; he focused all his energy on the exorcism formation.
Moreover, he has not yet accepted the Celestial Master's command; otherwise, this monk in front of him would not be worth mentioning at all.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and blocked Zhang Shihao's path. Then, he made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and Chixiao appeared in his hand.
With a tremor of his right hand, the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand emitted a white light.
With a dragon's roar, white sword energy roared out, forcefully withstanding the opponent's Arhat's roar.
With a loud bang, the entire imperial mausoleum trembled slightly. Ye Xingchen took a step back, while Miaoyan took three steps back.
Miao Yan has not yet broken through to the Saint Realm, so her strength is slightly inferior to Ye Xingchen's.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaotic internal energy within his body, and then he raised his head to look at Ye Xingchen.
"Good lad, I didn't expect you to have already entered the Saint realm. Although you haven't broken through, you already possess the strength of a Saint." Miao Yan slowly released his hands and looked at Ye Xingchen.
“You’re not bad either, monk.” Ye Xingchen nodded: “Inheriting the legacy of two lifetimes is indeed extraordinary. Reincarnating once, you possess the cultivation of two lifetimes.”
"But with your cultivation from two lifetimes, plus the fact that you've taken all sorts of crooked paths, you've barely reached your current level. Your aptitude is really quite ordinary."
"Haha, kid, all you have is this mouth." The old monk laughed loudly, then suddenly his eyes widened and golden light burst forth from his body.
Immediately afterwards, a buzzing sound came from behind him, and a golden Dharma body suddenly rose up.
The statue has its palms clasped together, its appearance solemn and dignified. The golden body of the Arhat radiates light, illuminating the entire tomb chamber.
"Very good, you've broken through?" Ye Xingchen nodded, gripping the Crimson Cloud tightly in his hand, staring at the monk in front of him: "Since you've broken through, then I'll experience the great skills of the Great Formless Temple."
"Ye Xingchen, I will not take your life, because I still need to use your fortune to nourish the dragon vein." Miao Yan chuckled and said, "The fortune of you and your son is more than enough to support the Jin clan's dragon vein. Just consider it a good deed to help the Jin clan prosper."
"Enough with the nonsense." Ye Xingchen waved his hand, and the Crimson Sky emitted a bright light, fiercely attacking Miaoyan.
With a roar, Miao Yan seemed to echo like a dragon's cry in the vast quiet room, followed by a golden light that surged toward Ye Xingchen.
"Hehe, this is inside the mountain, your Thunderclap Sword has no use here. Let's see what other moves you can use." Miao Yan laughed heartily, and he slightly spread his right palm forward.
With a whoosh, a wave of energy surged up from nowhere, and a faint golden light emanated from the guy's body. However, the face of the Dharma body behind him revealed a strange smile.
This smile is quite meaningful, completely at odds with the benevolent image of a Buddhist, which also means that the Buddhism that Miaoyan practices is an evil one.
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