Fang Chen's face darkened. "What is this place?"
The old monk answered at once. "Cold Mountain Temple! Benefactor, did you not see the plaque at the entrance when you came in?"
"Don't play the fool with me," Fang Chen said coldly. "You know what I'm asking. If you won't answer, you'll end up like that Buddha statue!"
With a light sweep of his sword, he sent a streak of Sword Qi into a Buddha statue inside the Buddha Hall. The statue exploded.
Crash!
Fragments rained across the floor, and dust filled the Buddha Hall.
"Amitabha! Your urge to kill is too strong, benefactor. I hope you can lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"
The old monk remained perfectly calm, undaunted by Fang Chen's actions.
Fang Chen watched him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain stood a temple. In the temple lived an old monk!"
The old monk stared at Fang Chen without blinking, his eyes full of anticipation.
At that moment, Fang Chen became certain that this old monk had something to do with the story he had told the boatman earlier.
He watched the old monk, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Except he was an old monster!"
"You..."
The old monk glared at Fang Chen, apparently furious. Pointing at him, he demanded, "How can you call me an old monster?"
Fang Chen smiled. "Because you are an old monster! Old monster, old monster!"
"You're... courting death!"
The old monk's eyes turned bloodred. His face twisted, two fangs jutted from his mouth, and his swelling body transformed into a wild boar.
"Hahaha! You really are an old monster!"
Fang Chen burst out laughing at the sight of the Pig Demon.
"Courting death!"
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