A tall, mighty monk, like a living arhat, was racing wildly with an enormous temple on his back.
The sight nearly made Wei Shan think his eyes were playing tricks on him.
In truth, the monk was moving with incredible speed, like a streak of dazzling golden light. Only Divine Sense could catch sight of him.
Heaven and earth rumbled and shook violently.
Those were the monk's footsteps, dense as the booming of a heavenly drum.
"Temple Master, what are you standing around for? Give me a hand! Can't you see this monk is being hunted down?"
The monk roared, frantic and exasperated.
Only then did Wei Shan notice a mottled, rust-covered iron sword chasing behind the monk. It was so swift that it was almost impossible to see clearly.
Boom!
With the temple on his back, the monk ran circles around the area, not daring to pause for even a moment, as though terrified that the grimy Bone Sword would poke him once.
Su Yi could not help laughing. This monk was known as the Dharma Protector Sangharama of Jiekong Temple, yet his temperament was as crafty as a ghost and utterly shameless.
This was the first time Su Yi had seen him being chased into such a sorry state.
"Hurry! Aren't you a sword cultivator? Subdue this iron sword already! It's a supreme treasure left behind from the Era of Dharma Decline!"
Seeing Su Yi standing still and enjoying the spectacle, the monk immediately grew frantic and shouted loudly.
"A supreme treasure left behind from the Era of Dharma Decline?"
Su Yi's heart stirred. "Agree to one condition of mine, and I'll act."
"Taking advantage of a crisis to rob someone? Since when did you, Temple Master, become so shameless?"
The monk cursed loudly even as he ran