"Master, you're an aberration—why are you studying temples? Do you really want to become a monk? Worship the Buddha?"
"Do you even know whether the Buddha would accept you?"
Ye Lin spoke with a smile. What a joke—a mere aberration was actually starting to worship Buddha.
And this fellow was not even a true aberration. At best, he could only be considered an aberrant spirit.
The native beings born upon the source of aberrations—that aberrant star—were called aberrations. Those who gained intelligence after being tainted by the mist were called aberrant spirits.
In other words, an aberrant spirit was nothing more than scraps cast off by that aberrant star.
Scraps among scraps.
Not even worth mentioning.
"Benefactor, we have survived in the Immortal World for a very, very long time. Since ancient times, our Profound Void Temple has enjoyed an excellent reputation. We have never made enemies of others, nor have we ever harmed anyone."
"If you have come sincerely to worship Buddha and pay homage to the Buddha, then this old monk naturally welcomes you. But if you have come to cause trouble, then please go elsewhere."
"Profound Void Temple does not welcome you, Benefactor."
The previously kind and amiable old monk suddenly changed expression. Turning around, he stared coldly at Ye Lin.
"Never harmed anyone? Then may I ask where this skin of yours came from? And why is there a faint yet lingering resentment around you?"
"Do you take me for a fool?"
As Ye Lin finished speaking, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor had already appeared in his hand.
After observing the place for a long while after entering, he had discovered faint traces of resentment emanating from the temple. Yet all that resentment had been suppressed.
Who knew how many living beings this old