"Who might this senior brother be?"
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and tucked the Reincarnation Sutra into his sleeve as he spoke.
This was a benefit his First Master had fought for. As his disciple, he could not let him down. It was also the most special title and feeling Zhou Yi held for Iron Crown Immortal.
The remaining two masters—or any more masters he might have in the future—could never compare to the first!
"This humble monk is Fawen, cultivating under Saintly Stillness Arhat."
Fawen's skin was reddish-gold, his huge belly protruding. Standing there like a golden Maitreya, he spoke with a beaming smile.
"Junior Brother, your Buddhist teachings are lacking. Cultivating the Reincarnation Sutra would do you more harm than good. This humble monk says this for your own sake. You may first spend a hundred years reciting Buddhist scriptures to strengthen your heart toward Buddha. Then, when you comprehend the Reincarnation Sutra, you will achieve twice the result with half the effort and avoid falling into heart demons!"
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi proclaimed the Buddha's name. His dark blue Daoist robe flashed into a bright yellow monk's robe, and he pressed his palms together. "This humble monk's Dharma Name is Sanzang. For a hundred lifetimes before this, I recited Buddhist scriptures. Only in this life did I enter beneath Master's tutelage. How can one say my Buddhist teachings are lacking?"
Fawen's face twitched. A hundred lifetimes of scripture recitation—what utter nonsense. This shamelessness truly ran in the same vein as Iron Crown Immortal.
"Junior Brother, those who leave the secular world do not speak lies!"
"Senior Brother, then how do you know this humble monk did not recite scriptures for a hundred lifetimes?"
Zhou Yi smiled. "Condemning someone without proof—according to our sect's precepts, what punishment should