Chen Changsheng's appearance made the smile on Wang Hao's face grow even broader.
"Old Bald Head, now you can't even make a move."
"But speaking of which, you bald heads really seem fated to clash with him."
"Back then, Demon Monk Xuan Xin fell into his hands, and later there was Buddhist Daughter Linglong."
"On top of that, the Demon Emperor and Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li have been hounding you relentlessly."
"If you ask me, you might as well all return to secular life."
Faced with Wang Hao's fanning of the flames, the old monk ignored him, merely standing where he was with his palms pressed together.
Only after Chen Changsheng arrived before the old monk did the latter slowly speak.
"Amitabha!"
"Bai Zhi is the hope for the revival of our Buddhist Sect. Even if this old monk is reduced to dust and ashes, I will not hesitate."
Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Don't throw your weight around with me."
"I, Chen Changsheng, have never feared threats. Forget one person like you—even if the entire Buddhist Sect comes together, the Mortal World Trial must not be disturbed."
Faced with Chen Changsheng's attitude, the old monk lowered his head slightly. "Benefactor once said that Buddhism Shall Flourish in this lifetime."
"Now the Buddha Child has met with great calamity, yet Benefactor stands by with folded arms. Does this mean you intend to go back on your word?"
"What I, Chen Changsheng, say naturally counts."
"But forgive my bluntness: bald heads like you are only suited to ringing bells and chanting scriptures. If the Buddhist Sect is truly to flourish, that depends on the Little Bald Head down below."
At those words, both the old monk and Wang Hao looked at Chen Changsheng.
The first to lose patience was naturally Wang