"Abbot Dixian, what's wrong?"
Yang Dongxiong sensed that something was amiss.
Di Xian said nothing, only pointed toward the center of Mind Monkey Lake.
The center of the painting was dim and mottled. Liang Qu, who had originally worn the wanton expression of a celestial being, had his brows tightly furrowed and his teeth clenched, the muscles along his cheeks bulging. His composure was gone, his features twisting into those of a Wrathful Vajra.
The next moment.
Strands of blood ran down his spine, soaking through layer upon layer like a butterfly with bloody wings.
Long Binglin clenched his fists. Long E Ying's brows drew together, and Xu Zishuai and the other onlookers were greatly shocked.
According to Di Xian, seizing one's Original Life Buddha was dangerous, but the danger had always lain in one's spirit and will. Failure in the trial meant either being worn away or sinking into oblivion for a long time.
They had never before heard of bodily injuries! "Roar, roar!"
The bloody scene startled the little Star Ape. Its tail stood upright as it fled through the snow.
"Master, this... how could my junior brother end up like this?" Xu Zishuai looked toward the Adamantine Bright King. Within Hanging Temple, everyone he saw was a stranger; only the Old Monk seemed somewhat familiar.
"Form, spirit, and matter came into contact."
Xu Zishuai did not understand.
Yang Xu pressed on. "Master, do you mean my little junior brother's emotions were too intense, and what he thought in his heart fed back onto his body?"
"Indeed."
"Why?"
"Don't know."
The Old Monk shook its head.
Xu Zishuai looked again to Zhang Longxiang, placing his hopes on this Martial Saint of the imperial court.
The Dragon Elephant Martial Saint was Unmoving in Wind and Rain, his expression calm.