"I had always treated people differently. Those worthy of my respect naturally received it. Those unworthy of it got nothing but harsh words!" Fan Lang said deeply.
"The Three Realms and Six Paths value harmony, and the supreme ideal is righteousness. Warrior monks among monks protect all living beings, slay demons and eliminate evil, and defend the Buddhist faith. Are they not worthy of respect?" Abbot Qing Kong demanded, his white brows drifting in the air.
"I respect eminent monks of great virtue, but I will not respect a pack of traitors! You people of the Compassionate Ancient Temple know perfectly well what you have done, you old bald donkey!"
Having said this, Fan Lang simply produced the evidence. He released the memories he had previously searched out from Bronze Arhat and displayed them in midair.
He also released the group of monks he had captured earlier, though he still restrained them with an array and did not fully restore their freedom.
Scene after scene of the monks colluding with the Holy Light Continent played out before everyone.
Abbot Qing Kong's old face shifted as he watched these memory projections, his expression turning uncertain.
"Well? What do you have to say now?" Fan Lang demanded.
"Amitabha. These matters were indeed the doing of this old monk. I merely could not bear to see all living things suffer devastation, which was why I resorted to such a measure. This old monk has wronged you, but I must not wrong the countless living beings under heaven. If killing one man like you could save tens of millions, then this old monk was willing to bear that sin." Abbot Qing Kong pressed his palms together and lowered his head.
"Fine, at least you are honest enough to admit it. That already makes you