Jiang Ping An rarely encountered anyone who could silently approach him while at the same level.
Yet this handsome monk had done it.
Xuan Zhu's pupils were black as ink, calm as the starry night sky, as he gazed serenely at Jiang Ping An before him.
"Benefactor, if you leave now, you can still live. Life comes only once. Do not lightly stake your life and come into this world for nothing, only to leave behind endless regrets before passing away."
Before Jiang Ping An could speak, Chan WuXiang beside him cursed, "Where did this brat come from? Stop spouting cold remarks here and get lost. Watch out, or I'll slap you to death."
"Martial Granduncle WuXiang, those of the Buddhist faith should refine their hearts. They should not be irritable, much less curse at others. Your conduct is no different from those ordinary cultivators outside. Your Buddhist heart is gone."
Xuan Zhu pressed his palms together before his chest, speaking in the tone of one offering instruction. He showed no fear because of Chan WuXiang's status.
Chan WuXiang's fleshy face darkened. "What are you supposed to be, daring to lecture me? Do you think I don't dare kill you?"
An incomparably terrifying aura engulfed Xuan Zhu.
Xuan Zhu's expression did not change as he looked straight at Chan WuXiang. "Martial Granduncle, you were once the most outstanding genius of the Buddhist faith, only one step away from standing at the pinnacle of Brahma Temple. Yet now you have fallen so low as to argue with a junior. Your state of mind in the Buddhist path has shattered. Martial Granduncle, you have taken the wrong road."
"Bullshit! I didn't take the wrong road! Who says the road you people walk is the right one?"
Chan WuXiang roared in fury, looking