"Geigei!"
Fu Hu Arhat, standing beside him, lunged over in a daze. Dragon-Subduing Arhat slapped Fu Hu Arhat to the ground, then hauled him up and said emotionally, "Ah Hu, you actually ended up like this just to help me. What a good brother, so loyal. I won't be paying back the money I owe you."
Dragon-Subduing Arhat thought about it. Naturally, the first step was to become a monk again, because that was where it all began.
So he chose Guoqing Temple.
The moment he stepped through Guoqing Temple's gates, Dragon-Subduing Arhat immediately felt a faint yet exceptionally clear sense of bloodline connection.
He looked up at the ancient, solemn temple, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up within him, as though it were the resting place of his soul.
Suddenly, a crisp sound shattered the silence. A wisp of white smoke then rose from the ground, carrying a faint scent of grass and wood.
A tall, lean, weathered old man slowly emerged from the smoke, holding a peachwood staff.
"Brother, you finally came! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
There was excitement and relief in the old man's voice. He stepped forward and tightly gripped Dragon-Subduing Arhat's wrist, as if afraid he would vanish again.
Dragon-Subduing Arhat looked blankly at the old man who had suddenly appeared, his heart full of confusion.
"Sir, who are you?"
He asked tentatively.
"Haha, I'm the Earth God here! Back when you reincarnated, your golden body was left here. By order of the Jade Emperor, I have guarded it all this time, waiting for your return."
The Earth God's smile carried a trace of pride and satisfaction, as though he had completed an arduous mission.
Led by the Earth God, Dragon-Subduing Arhat passed through the bustling main hall,