Only Seeking Defeat

A Buddhist chant rang out, coming like thunder that shook the heavens in fury and ending like a sea whose clear light had congealed.

As if struck by lightning, King Yuanji's burly body trembled. The black light in his eyes faded away, and with the aid of the Sarira above his head, he broke free from the Two-Lives Bottle's control and remembered his own name and identity.

Lu Bei looked over curiously. Amid the golden light that swept across the ground, an old monk stood with his kasaya draped askew. He was thin and withered, and at first glance seemed nothing more than an ordinary ascetic monk.

Yet his aura was as majestic as a mountain. He was clearly no ordinary man.

That mountain, viewed from the Tribulation Stage, had gentle slopes and was not particularly tall. One could easily cross it with a single stride.

Viewed from the Mahayana Stage, however, the mountain was magnificent, soaring into the clouds. The closer one came, the more one could feel its towering grandeur.

"Not bad. Who is he?"

Lu Bei turned to ask Zhao Wuyou. After pondering for a moment, she said, "The old monk has a kindly face, his blood vitality is like a dragon's, and his eyes are sharp and powerful. If I'm not mistaken, he should be Master Zhengqing, the abbot of Xuantian Temple in Xiongchu."

Zhengqing...

The old monk from Xiongchu who had slapped Han Miaojun into two pieces?

Lu Bei's spirits lifted. By laying out the facts and reasoning things through, he ought to thank the man. If not for that Big Slap from the old monk years ago, given his abilities back then, it would have been hard to make Han Miaojun obediently listen to him.

Let alone make her listen twice.

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