"What brings Your Excellency here?"
Kong Zhao opened the temple gates and saw an old man standing some distance away.
The old man wore his hair in a Daoist topknot and was dressed in a Wind Fire Daoist Robe, possessing the bearing of an immortal and the bones of the Dao.
"I have come only to meet your master, Jiekong Buddha Lord, and Daoist Su Yi."
The old man smiled faintly.
Kong Zhao frowned. "I asked what you came here for!"
He could tell at a glance that this old man who called himself Li Zhong was no ordinary figure. But on his own turf, Kong Zhao feared nothing and was full of confidence.
The old man was visibly startled for a moment, then smiled dismissively. "Those who have left the secular world should abstain from greed, anger, and delusion. Fellow Daoist, your temperament does not resemble that of a Chan cultivator at all."
Bang!
Kong Zhao flung the gates shut and muttered, "Stinking ox-nose! If you came to pay a visit, why put on such airs? You even came here to lecture me. You're practically knocking on my door to get cursed out."
He shook his head and turned to leave, only to discover that his Grandmaster had somehow appeared beside him.
"Grandmaster, what are you—"
Kong Zhao felt somewhat guilty.
Jiekong Sword Monk glared at Kong Zhao and transmitted his voice, "That old thing outside was a monstrous old demon who killed without blinking during the Primordial Era. Whoever offended him had their bodies refined into lamp oil, while their souls were locked inside the wicks. They could neither live nor die, and would never be free for all eternity. Do you... want to try it?"
Kong Zhao sucked in a cold breath, his face turning green. He