Hearing this, Xia Ping immediately understood why these eminent Buddhist monks had set their sights on him. It was all because of Venerable Subhaddra's inheritance.
Clearly, these eminent Buddhist monks believed he had obtained Venerable Subhaddra's inheritance, which was tantamount to stealing Buddhism's secret arts—a grave crime. He had to be captured, lest the secret arts leak out.
Though they would not kill him, they would capture him alive, imprison him, and even try to convert him. That was more hateful than death.
Having comprehended the Conversion Scripture, Xia Ping naturally knew what so-called Buddhist conversion meant: they wanted to turn him into a Buddhist puppet, serving Buddhism forever and losing himself.
One could well imagine how vicious these eminent Buddhist monks were—more brutal and sinister than demons.
"So that's it. You're after Venerable Subhaddra's inheritance?"
Xia Ping said, "But Venerable Subhaddra's secret realm world has existed for a long time. I trust that you sent quite a few people there to obtain the inheritance, yet none succeeded. In Venerable Subhaddra's eyes, I'm afraid you are all unworthy descendants, utterly unqualified to receive his lifelong inheritance."
"Fuck your bullshit!"
"Shut that filthy mouth of yours at once!"
"You little brat, you still dare to act so rampant? Looks like you're tired of living."
The many monks flew into a rage, for those words had struck their reverse scales and ripped open the scars in their hearts. It was a public slap across the face.
They prided themselves on being Buddhism's most orthodox inheritors, yet none of them had been able to gain Venerable Subhaddra's recognition. They had gone time and again to accept the inheritance, only to fail every time.
Yet now, a mere greenhorn had obtained it. To be honest, it had caused a great stir within Buddhism, making