"Master..."
When Jia Xin entered the main bedroom of the courtyard, he immediately dropped to one knee before Bodhi Patriarch, who was seated by the bed.
"You and I severed our master-disciple relationship long ago. There is no need to call me Master anymore. Since you chose the path of no return, why come before me now? Are you here to gather intelligence for Azathoth?"
Jia Xin could be considered the most outstanding disciple Bodhi Patriarch had taken since founding the Buddhist sect. Within just a few years, he had fully inherited his teachings, merging the three doctrines into one and comprehending the essence of Confucianism. Unfortunately, even the Confucian concept of guarding one's heart could not completely erase the inner demon within Jia Xin. Bodhi was helpless in this matter as well.
The relationship between an inner demon and a human was like that between this universe and the void: one positive, one negative, mutually dependent.
"No. Your gathering here is hardly a secret. I came today only because there is a doubt in my heart that I cannot resolve. I spent a great deal of time thinking about it but found no answer, so I came specifically to seek an answer from Mas... Bodhi."
As Jia Xin spoke, he slowly pulled back the hood covering his face, revealing a visage that was half normal and half decayed.
Jia Xin's appearance had changed drastically, his left cheek entirely rotten.
Yet Bodhi could clearly sense that Jia Xin had relatively isolated the inner demon fused with his flesh. His original consciousness was in control, while the inner demon had some influence but occupied only a small part. This was completely different from the usual case of inner demon Devour Body. Jia Xin seemed to have used some method to temporarily