Red Cloud Daoist had finally appeared.
This man was the abbot and sect master of Little Cloud Temple.
Judging by his appearance, he looked quite respectable.
The people of Little Cloud Temple around him all bowed to him.
The weakened Blackstone Daoist before us also cried weakly:
"Senior Brother, save me, save me..."
Red Cloud Daoist glanced at Blackstone Daoist, then looked at me again.
"Little Dharma Master. Buddhism and Daoism are one family, yet tonight you killed my junior brother and barged into my mountain gate. Do you truly think Little Cloud Temple has no one left?"
His words sounded casual, yet they carried an imposing sense of intimidation.
This Red Cloud Daoist had some presence, at least. He looked quite intimidating on the surface.
I did not answer in a hurry. I removed the cigarette from my lips and flicked it directly onto Blackstone Daoist's face, infusing it with Dao energy.
With a whoosh, it burned his mouth.
"Ow, my mouth..."
I paid no attention to the evil cultivator Blackstone Daoist and spoke directly to the purple-robed Daoist, Red Cloud Daoist.
"So you're the fucking Red Cloud Daoist?"
The moment I said that, Red Cloud Daoist froze on the spot.
He had not expected a dignified Buddhist to speak such vulgar words.
Several Daoists in front of him immediately flew into a rage.
"Fuck, watch your mouth."
"You dog monk, you'd better keep your tail tucked in front of our sect master."
"..."
They shouted a few things, but I did not care in the slightest.
I merely continued.
"Now that everyone is here, come at me together! I won't hold back."
As I spoke, I drew the Peachwood Sword belonging to Chuyang's master, Jingyangzi, and said to Chuyang:
"Chuyang, they killed your master. I'll use this sword