"Your words do not inspire the slightest bit of trust in me."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, the old monk shook his head. What Ye Lin said sounded false.
Although his path to ascension had now been severed, leaving him with only death ahead, compared to death, he was even more unwilling to be used by others.
In his eyes, Ye Lin simply wanted to use him.
Ye Lin's method of becoming immortal must have come from some heaven-shaking opportunity, and that opportunity could not be replicated.
Otherwise, why would Ye Lin not pass such a monstrous thing on to others? Did Ye Lin not have any relatives or elders?
Had he really traveled all this way just to find an old man like him and make fun of him?
"You still don't believe me? If you don't, there's nothing I can do. Stay here alone and wait for death, then."
Ye Lin curled his lip. If he did not believe him, then forget it—he could find someone else. Buddhism? Laughable. If he wanted to, he could immediately prop up a force capable of contending with Buddhism.
He refused to believe Buddhism had no mortal enemies. When the time came, he could swiftly seize Buddhism's control over the Western Continent and smoothly hollow Buddhism out from within.
And besides...
Ye Lin feigned a sigh, then walked step by step toward the hall doors.
"Benefactor, wait."
Seeing Ye Lin being so resolute and decisive, the old monk could not help calling out. He had not expected Ye Lin to be so determined. Ye Lin clearly had something to ask of him—was this the attitude of someone asking for help?
Could he not stay and talk things over? Perhaps there was still room to turn this matter around.
"If you won't agree, then