No Leaving!

Great Southern Continent, Golden Light Prefecture City.

On the bustling long street, those Bodhi Sect ascetic monks clad in ragged cloth, their thin arms exposed, no longer needed to go door to door begging for imperial aura as they once had.

Within the Divine Dynasty's domain, cultivators and mortals had always lived together in peace.

But now, without the monks needing to do anything themselves, the common folk voluntarily elevated them to a lofty position. Quite a few wealthy merchants even planned to pool their money and negotiate with the prefectural government, hoping to build a magnificent temple for the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva in the most conspicuous part of the city, to express all living beings' gratitude toward that old monk.

Even the prefectural government could not easily suppress such simple, unadorned sentiments.

"..."

Wu Shan raised a hand to stop the many court officials from following him and walked alone beyond the city gates, looking up at the towering skeleton of flesh and blood before him.

He remained silent for a long while, his gaze fixed on the old monk's battered face.

If a Great Arhat could not even mend injuries like these, the Bodhi Sect should have perished long ago.

"How long do you intend to sit here?"

Unwilling to keep acting along with the other man, Wu Shan asked bluntly.

The old monk remained seated cross-legged, his eyes shut, his skeletal palms spread flat. Only the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva statue gleamed brilliantly.

Beneath him, another young monk emerged slowly, carrying a staff behind one hand. He raised his right palm to Wu Shan in greeting. "This humble monk is Huixin. Court Official, we meet again."

After finishing the salute, Monk Huixin slowly raised his head. His grime-streaked face bore what looked like a gentle smile, yet mockery flickered in