Daoist Priest Four-Eyes had yet to put it in his mouth.
Master Yixiu swiftly reacted.
He sent his chopsticks out and deftly snatched the dried radish back.
He said slowly, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless. What matters is sincerity and practicality."
"Do not become arrogant or impatient. Do not fight for a momentary victory, nor seek to be first for a moment."
The dried radish slowly entered his mouth.
He even put on an expression of enjoyment, deliberately provoking Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.
Smack.
A soft sound rang out.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes unhappily put down his chopsticks and cupped his hands. "Ah, I forgot to tell you."
"Recently, my disciple had an occasional insight and accidentally broke through to the Houtian Eighth Level!"
"As his master, I really... Well, what can I say? I'm honestly a little embarrassed."
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes slowly picked up his chopsticks.
He even let out a few dry laughs as he looked at Master Yixiu disdainfully.
"That's wonderful, truly wonderful."
"Jia Le has exceptional aptitude. If he adds diligence and eagerness to learn..."
"He will surely be like a tiger that has grown wings, with a bright future ahead. Congratulations, congratulations."
Master Yixiu welcomed him with a fake smile.
The disciple was indeed a good disciple.
But the master... that was another matter.
Poor Jia Le.
Four-Eyes really was something else.
Like a frog at the bottom of a well, completely unaware of how high the sky was or how vast the earth was.
Master Yixiu could not help sighing inwardly.
"Isn't it just the Houtian Eighth Level? What's there to be happy about?"
"Is it really that impressive? I reached the Ninth Level ages ago."
Although Buddhists did not flaunt their ability to compete or contend for supremacy,
Qingqing could not hold back her anger when she saw Master Yixiu being so accommodating.
Suddenly, her aura began to circulate.
A powerful Houtian Ninth Level aura erupted from her body.
"Qingqing, mind your elders. Do not be rude!"
Master Yixiu spoke up to dissuade her.
As soon as he finished speaking,
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes looked as though his spirit had drifted away from reality.
He stared blankly at the young girl before him.
There was no doubt she was lively and adorable.
There was no doubt she was young.
But the Houtian Ninth Level? That was another matter entirely!
That girl looked only eighteen or nineteen at most.
Yet she had already reached the Houtian Ninth Level?
She was definitely a Buddhist genius.
To reach such a realm at such a young age—
Not to mention that diligence and hard work were certainly required,
her talent was unquestionably first-rate as well.
"What? The Houtian Ninth Level!"
Jia Le cried out in shock, as though he had heard something unbelievable.
He then swallowed hard.
He had thought that after enduring countless hardships with great difficulty,
he had finally advanced to the Eighth Level, which should at least give him some face.
Who could have imagined that Qingqing would be so astonishing?
At such a young age, she had reached such a height.
Master Yixiu slowly rose and lifted his head.
He proudly glanced at everyone. "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's not worth mentioning."
"Forgive us for making you laugh. Qingqing, do not become arrogant or impatient."
"Do not fight for a momentary victory, nor seek to be first for a moment. Have you forgotten what your master told you?"
Looking at the master and disciple, both of whom were stunned by Qingqing,
Master Yixiu was indescribably pleased.
Even a mountain of gold and silver could not compare to having one proud disciple.
She had truly brought honor to the Buddhist sect.
"What's so impressive about that? You're already delighted over the mere Ninth Level. My Maoshan..."
"Master, stop arguing. They already have the upper hand."
"No matter how we argue, I'm still only at the Houtian Eighth Level."
Jia Le tugged at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' sleeve and said softly, somewhat embarrassed.
"Let go, you shameful brat."
"There are countless experts in my Maoshan lineage, and young geniuses are even more numerous!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes shouted and brushed Jia Le's hand away.
Suddenly, the corner of his eye twitched as he gestured toward Lin Fan.
He was inwardly relieved. Fortunately, he had brought Lin Fan along.
Otherwise, that bald monk would have gotten the better of him today!
He was pretending not to care, but that smug little expression of his was impossible to hide.
"Priest, what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell again?"
Two greetings rang out in unison.
Master Yixiu and Qingqing looked at Daoist Priest Four-Eyes in confusion.
They truly could not understand what he was implying.
As soon as they finished speaking,
even the corners of Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' mouth began twitching.
He stared fixedly at Lin Fan.
When Lin Fan saw this, he acted as though nothing had happened.
He continued cheerfully eating lunch.
Could this brat be plotting some other bad idea again?
He is, after all, the face of my Maoshan lineage.
Can I afford to lose face? Absolutely not.
Seeing that Lin Fan remained unmoved, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes cursed inwardly.
Then he lowered his body.
He whispered to Lin Fan, "What do you want this time? Hurry up and spit it out."
"Martial Uncle, I want the Spirit Invocation Technique."
"You need to teach me quickly. I'm as strong as an ox now."
"If I don't practice soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to uphold the reputation of Maoshan."
Lin Fan replied softly.
"You... You brat, I knew it."
"You definitely had something in mind. Fine, I'll teach you as soon as this matter is over."
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes agreed repeatedly.
As soon as he finished speaking,
Lin Fan's aura suddenly began to circulate.
An aura erupted from his body.
The tables and chairs in the room began to tremble.
A massive aura of the Xiantian Fourth Level
surrounded his entire body.
The three people in the hall stared at Lin Fan in terror.
They instinctively rose to their feet.
Master Yixiu extended one hand in front of Qingqing.
His pupils widened to the extreme, and his eyes opened as wide as copper bells.
He stared at the person before him.
Judging from his appearance, this young man was at most three or four years older than Qingqing.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the two were around the same age.
Xiantian... Xiantian?
And the Fourth Level at that? How was that possible!
Yet his aura could not lie.
Even if he were old and confused, it was impossible for him to misjudge it.
That was unquestionably the aura of the Xiantian Fourth Level.
When had Maoshan produced such a genius?
With that talent, that age, and that realm,
he should not be called a genius anymore. He was a monster.
Such talent was truly unique in the world.
It was unheard of.
Master Yixiu could not suppress the shock in his heart.
"Forgive me for making you laugh."
Lin Fan withdrew the aura around his body and cupped his hands toward everyone.
"See that? This is what it means not to be arrogant or impatient."
"Do not fight for a momentary victory, nor seek to be first for a moment."
"The geniuses of my Maoshan lineage should still be fairly impressive, right?"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes spread his arms and spoke slowly.
His expression was incomparably proud, as if he were basking in a spring breeze.
The pleasure was impossible to describe, and it seemed endless.
Suddenly, that heart-stirring feeling came toward Lin Fan once again.
Qingqing stood rooted to the spot, staring dazedly at Lin Fan.
He seems to be about the same age as me.
Why is the aura he released so powerful?
Even if he is stronger than me,
he should only be one or two levels above me at most.
But what's going on with the tables and chairs in this hall?
Why did the aura he released just now cause them to tremble as well?
This person is not simple.
He is probably also a contemporary genius of the Maoshan lineage.
Qingqing thought it over.
So what if he is a genius?
I am a Buddhist genius too.
Given enough time, I will definitely surpass him.
He made my Buddhist sect lose face.
He made my master look bad.
Then I will win that face back.
Besides, my Buddhist magic may not be inferior to his Daoist Magic.
Qingqing's gaze hardened. "I'm Qingqing, a disciple of Master Yixiu. Please enlighten me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingqing immediately urged the aura around her body and challenged Lin Fan.
She was determined to settle who was superior.
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