Fa Hai flew into the air, his red cassock billowing. With a flick of his whisk, he said, "Xu Xian, you have already fallen into the demonic path. Surrender obediently and return to Golden Mountain Temple with me. I will cleanse the sinful karma from your body."
Jiang Hao refused to be outdone. He flew up until he was level with Fa Hai, his scholar's robe snapping in the wind. The Chun Jun Sword flew into his hand, and his bearing was no weaker than Fa Hai's.
"Fa Hai, this is Hangzhou City, where countless citizens live in peace. If you dare use your Dharma powers here, you will surely cause boundless slaughter. When that happens, Karmic Obstacles will entangle you. You still want to become a Buddha? Heh, I fear the Buddha himself will come down and collect you!"
"I am a Juren appointed by The Court, protected by the fortune of the imperial court. Touching me means making an enemy of the authorities. Can your Golden Mountain Temple bear the consequences?"
"Fa Hai, I am a Daoist. What I do is governed by Daoist teachings. By what right do you insist on judging me by Buddhist rules? Are you trying to start a conflict between Buddhism and Daoism?!"
Jiang Hao shouted.
Fa Hai wore a mocking smile. "Hehehe, Xu Xian, though you are a cultivator, you are not qualified to start a conflict between Buddhism and Daoism."
"I'm not qualified?"
"That's right. Buddhism and Daoism have always had disputes, but for some insignificant, unknown cultivator like you? Heh, do you think the other sects would care whether you lived or died?" Fa Hai said.
Jiang Hao looked at Fa Hai and said calmly, "Fa Hai, do you dare make a wager with me?"
"What wager?" Fa Hai asked