Fahai took a punch from Xu Xian, and his ears immediately rang while stars danced before his eyes. If his head had not been so hard, his brains would have been knocked out. He crawled out of the mountainside in a sorry state, feeling excruciating pain in every part of his body. His face, on the other hand, did not hurt at all... because it had gone so numb that he could no longer feel anything.
Fahai reached up and touched his face. It was covered in blood; his nose was bruised and swollen, his eyes were puffed into slits, and he could not even find his teeth.
"What kind of monster is this? This poor monk's golden body has long been impervious to blades, spears, water, and fire, yet it could not even withstand one punch before being shattered..."
Fahai had no time to dwell on it. Blazing flames covered the mountainside. Most of the temple buildings had been blessed with Buddhist Dharma, so they were safe for the moment, but if the fire kept burning, Jinshan Temple would sooner or later be reduced to ashes.
Cries and shouts shook the temple. Novice monks carried basins and passed around buckets, but the fire was too great. Their efforts were nothing more than a drop in the ocean, utterly incapable of putting out the wildfire across the mountain. Unable to fight the blaze, their monk robes were scorched by the heat waves. Terrified, they rolled around on the ground before finally fleeing down the mountain through the temple gate.
Fahai watched with a heavy heart. "Jinshan Temple faces Spirit Mountain and is one of the rare sacred temples under heaven. Now that it has suffered such a calamity, this poor monk cannot escape blame. I must make King of the