I took down all three young monks without letting a single move slip past me.
There was no helping it. The gap in strength was simply too great.
With my current cultivation, there was no way these three young monks could stand against me.
By then, I had knocked all three monks to the ground.
Master watched quietly with an expressionless face, as though everything had gone exactly as expected.
But Tong Shasha stared at me in shock.
"B-Brother Jiang is amazing..."
Upon hearing that, the corner of Master's mouth curled into a smug smile.
Then he said to me,
"Ask them where that old monk is!"
"Yes, Master!"
I answered, then kicked one of the young monks in the stomach.
"Ah..."
"Where's your master?"
"..."
Before the three young monks could answer, an aged voice rang out from within the tower tomb beyond the open gates.
"Namo Amitabha. How virtuous, how virtuous.
Why are you fighting in this tranquil cemetery, benefactors?"
At the sound of that aged voice, we all turned toward the cemetery gates.
There, we saw an old monk in a red kasaya, holding a monk's staff and sporting a white beard, walk out through the cemetery gates.
At first glance, he gave me the impression of a truly enlightened, eminent monk.
He was completely different from those demonic monks with their sinister, evil aura.
Master and I both watched him.
But Tong Shasha, standing beside Master, suddenly cried out in terror,
"It's him, it's him! He's Wufa. Wufa is that old monk..."
Tong Shasha looked especially panicked and frightened, immediately hiding behind Master.
Master and I narrowed our eyes as we looked at him.
This old monk had clearly opened his Heavenly Eye. Looking at Tong Shasha, he chanted again,
"Namo Amitabha. So it was you,