The Sword Drawn

As a descendant of the Earth Mother and inheritor of Kua Fu's bloodline, A Lu, now three zhang tall, seemed to have struck Shilun Monk King in the face with that punch, but had in fact sent his entire body flying.

The liquefied Buddha light transferred entirely onto Shilun Monk King's body the instant the fist landed, transforming into blazing suns that rose one after another, suppressing his power.

With his cassock beginning to burn, Shilun Monk King had no choice but to summon back his Vajra Dharma Form, revealing it behind him to stabilize himself. Looking at A Lu, he frowned. "Secret Great Sun Wheel Tathagata, you and I both belong to the Buddha's lineage. Why raise a hand against me at such a time?"

"I am Bilu, disciple of True Person Yu Chen. What is wrong with defending my master's gate?"

The moment he spoke, A Lu's body began to shrink continuously. In the end, he became a handsome young man dressed in a golden cassock, the radiance of a great sun suspended behind his head.

"This matter concerns the Central Plains' future thousand years—"

Before Shilun Monk King could finish, A Lu rebuked him. "Never mind whether this matter truly concerns the Central Plains' future. Did the Monk King truly come today for that reason? Do you dare swear upon your own rank that everything you have done today was for the living beings of this mortal world, without the slightest shred of selfish intent?"

"Amitabha Buddha!" Shilun Monk King pressed his palms together without saying more, silently admitting that selfish intent did indeed lie within his heart.

A Lu looked at Shilun Monk King, his face icy. "Since you came with selfish motives, why speak any further? You act for your path; I act for my