Dao Absolute, Demon Absolute, Buddha Absolute, Sword Absolute, Poetry Absolute

There were not many monks at Xuantian Temple, and most of them were muscle-bound lumps devoted to ascetic cultivation. Aside from the rows of buildings centered around the Great Hero Hall, a few small houses were scattered across the surrounding mountaintops.

Once upon a time, Han Miaojun had eaten vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures on one of those mountaintops. After cultivating her character and nourishing her nature, that wicked woman had only grown worse.

Thus it could be seen that merely eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures would not get one anywhere with Buddha. Medicine could not cure a terminal illness, and Buddha only saved those with affinity. Without a compassionate heart, one could smash the wooden fish to pieces and Buddha still would not spare them a glance.

Of course, filling the merit box or giving a Buddha statue a coat of gold was another matter.

Not only the abbot—even Buddha would smile while holding a flower, believing that you possessed a wise heart and would have an affinity with Buddha in your next life.

As for this life...

A sincere heart brought spiritual efficacy. A sincere heart brought spiritual efficacy.

Lu Bei had no interest in colliding flesh with the baldies, nor did he care whether Xuantian Temple had eighteen Bronze Men. He released a wisp of aura and waited where he was for Gu Zongchen to appear.

Soon, guided by Lu Dong, Gu Zongchen came striding over with an expressionless face.

Among monks, the ugly ones were called great masters, while the handsome ones were called Imperial Brother.

Gu Zongchen wore a white monk's robe. His lips were red and his teeth white, with a red lotus pattern between his brows. His saintly aura was extraordinary, making him the handsomest baldy in all of Xuantian Temple.