Immortal's Tomb?

"Fatty, you really didn't die!"

Hearing that familiar shout, Wang Xian gritted his teeth.

Back then, Fatty had fought Zhang Hong desperately and been hacked into a pile of flesh by the sword in Zhang Hong's hand. Wang Xian had grieved over him for quite some time.

He had even erected an empty grave for Fatty in that forest to commemorate him.

Who could have imagined that this damn Fatty had never died at all and was actually living such a carefree life?

"This Dao Master has boundless merit. How could I possibly die?"

Fatty shot Wang Xian a glare. He was clearly cursing him!

After saying that, Fatty seemed to remember something. In a flash, he darted to Wang Xian's side and asked, "Great Immortal, where's my relic?"

"Relic? What relic? You didn't even die, so where would a relic come from? Besides, you aren't a Buddha. It's even more impossible for you to have a relic!"

Wang Xian played dumb.

Of course, he knew which relic Fatty meant. That thing had most likely been left behind by a Buddha who had reached the Immortal Realm, and it was very likely the very Amitabha Buddha spoken of by countless Buddhist disciples. Wang Xian intended to keep it; it might prove useful someday.

Besides, Fatty had hurt his feelings back then. He would take the relic as compensation for emotional damages!

"Oh, you mean that relic you gave me back then!"

An enlightened expression appeared on Wang Xian's face. Under Fatty's anxious gaze, he said unhurriedly, "You were chopped into minced meat by Zhang Hong at the time, and then that ruin disappeared. Mengmeng and I made you a cenotaph in the forest. The relic is in your grave."

"A cenotaph?"

Fatty was dumbfounded.

Then he noticed the teasing glint