A Master Monk and the Demon Master: Young Friend, How Much Longer Will You Watch the Show?

"Namo Amitabha!"

An old monk in gray slowly stepped into the entrance of the Sima Clan's Carriage Pavilion as the clear, melodious invocation rang out.

The moon shone bright!

Dappled bamboo shadows swayed across the grove, lending the old monk an even greater air of serenity and solemnity.

His gaze swept over the bodies strewn across the ground, and deep compassion filled his eyes.

He softly intoned again, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Great Being!"

The invocation was like a spring breeze brushing their faces, bringing a measure of comfort to everyone present.

Shen Kuan stared at the old monk, trying to gauge his cultivation, but it was like looking at an ordinary man. He could discern nothing.

Yet the old monk's bearing was far too extraordinary for him to be an ordinary man.

Another master!

Xu Yuexi studied the old monk's robes, a thought stirring in her mind.

The lame old man tensed. The gray-robed monk seemed familiar, but he could not summon the memory.

Xu Jiangxian gazed at the monk. His brows gradually eased, and a knowing smile touched his lips.

"To think I'd meet so many old acquaintances on this trip to Bianjing."

"Master, it's been years. I trust you've been well!"

He spoke with the warmth and emotion of an old friend reunited.

How many people under heaven could the Demon Master Xu Jiangxian address as "Master"?

The lame old man's eyes fell involuntarily on the monk's gray robe and cloth shoes.

In a flash!

Recognition struck him like lightning.

Master Lotus Pond of the Southern Buddhist Kingdom!

The twelfth patriarch of Buddhism's Eastern Sacred Sect, surnamed Xiao, named Nai, styled Buddha Wisdom, and known as Lotus Pond—a peerless monk renowned throughout the world!

Born into a high-caste Brahmin family of the Buddhist Kingdom, he received religious instruction