"Buddha?" The burly man sneered contemptuously. "I'm the Buddha!"
As he spoke, he swung his blade at the old monk.
But in the next instant, everyone's eyes widened.
The old monk merely gave his monk's staff a light flick, and the blade, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, snapped in two!
"H-how is this possible?" the burly leader stared in horror at the half-hilt in his hand.
The other bandits had gone deathly pale and retreated in panic.
Han Wuji and Murong Xue were equally shocked. The old monk looked utterly unremarkable, yet his inner force was astonishingly profound.
"If you know what's good for you, benefactors, you can still leave now." The old monk's voice remained calm, but carried an unquestionable authority.
The burly leader swallowed and looked around. His men were already terrified out of their wits. They had no courage left to fight.
"Retreat!" he ordered, then led the others in a miserable flight from the ruined temple.
Silence fell over the temple.
Murong Xue could no longer hold on; her body went limp, and she began to collapse. Han Wuji hurried forward to catch her, only to find that her body was cold as frost.
"Xue'er!" His heart was in turmoil.
The old monk came over and carefully examined Murong Xue's complexion.
"The cold poison has entered her body, and it has already penetrated to the bone." He knitted his brows. "What poison has this young lady been afflicted with?"
"Seven Orifices Exquisite Powder," Han Wuji answered truthfully.
"I see." The old monk nodded. "My Buddhist name is Huikong, and I know a little medicine. If you trust me, benefactor, I'm willing to treat this young lady."
Han Wuji was overjoyed. "Master! You really can save her?"
Monk Huikong stroked his beard. "The cold