"Fan Lang, what are you doing?!"
"Release our martial uncle at once!"
"Don't attack! We can talk this out!"
The monks fell into disarray and shouted one after another.
Fan Lang could not be bothered to argue with these monks. It would never end, and it would lead nowhere—just a complete waste of time.
He raised his hand and struck the Bronze Arhat on the forehead with his palm, forcibly driving his consciousness into him to probe his thoughts. It could also be called a Soul Search.
Seeing this, some of the bolder monks tried to rescue him and attacked Fan Lang.
"All of you, behave yourselves!" Fan Lang roared. His voice became a sonic attack that took the form of a dragon and spread through the air, shattering the monks' attacks and sending them coughing up blood.
Even combined, these monks could not withstand a single shout from Fan Lang.
After driving back the monks, Fan Lang continued searching the Bronze Arhat's memories.
The Bronze Arhat had truly met with disaster. His eyes rolled back, his spirit scattered, and his sea of consciousness suffered a destructive impact. The little secrets in his heart had nowhere left to hide.
Found it!
Fan Lang's heart tightened as he uncovered the memory of this group of monks conspiring with the Holy Son to set a deadly trap. Behind it all were the orders and instigation of the Compassionate Ancient Temple's Abbot.
Sage Emperor Fan Sha had emerged from Buddhism and possessed deep ties to it. His desire to create an age of universal harmony had largely been influenced by it.
Abbot Qing Kong of the Compassionate Ancient Temple agreed with Fan Sha's ideals, so he switched sides and pledged allegiance to Fan Sha.
In Abbot Qing Kong's eyes, everyone on the Holy