Fang Qing had originally planned to use Heaven's Edict Upon the Lips to persuade the monks to hand over their cultivation art without a fuss.
But Horse-Head Vajra Temple was, after all, the surviving lineage of a former Dharma King. Its temple-protecting Mandala ritual was formidable, wielding the power of the Purple Mansion.
It also seemed to have considerable reserves left. A forceful assault would cause too great a disturbance, so he had chosen to take his time.
As he spoke, a layer of formless flame had already kindled around him.
The fire sprang from namelessness and burned all things to ash. It was the Ignorance-Slighting Ashen Flame!
"Hiss..."
The abbot of Horse-Head Vajra Temple sucked in a sharp breath. "The Horse-Head Wisdom King Wrath Sequence? The Ignorance-Slighting Ashen Flame?"
He knew at once that this man was no one he could fight. A fawning smile appeared on his face. "Welcome to our temple, Master Yundan. Please, let us serve you a feast first... As for the cultivation art, this humble monk must report to Venerable Invincible..."
The abbot had no doubts at all about how their temple's cultivation art had reached an outsider.
Back when the Dharma Kings of Horse-Head Vajra Temple were still alive, they had enjoyed spreading their arts to lure outside cultivators into karmic ties. Those cultivators would then obediently take refuge in Brahma.
And as the temples' shared superiors, Great Snow Mountain and the various Temples of the Source of All Dharmas also held the cultivation arts and inheritances of the many lineages beneath them.
Oh? They still have a Dharma King hidden away? No, a Duzi, perhaps?
Something stirred in Fang Qing's mind. He followed the abbot into Horse-Head Vajra Temple and asked casually, "What should I call you, Abbot?"
The abbot looked a