"Zen Master Shanfa, this old man should not have doubted you. But this matter is of great importance... After some thought, this old man still wished to ask for clarification."
Just as everyone stood stunned, Venerable Tianhong rose from the seat of honor and suddenly addressed Zen Master Shanfa.
The latter was slightly taken aback. A thoughtful glint flashed through his eyes before he calmly replied, "Fellow Daoist Tianhong, please ask whatever you wish!"
Venerable Tianhong continued, "Within that Sarira just now, there was clearly the remnant soul of a powerful Buddhist Sect cultivator, and it entered this little novice monk's body."
"Could it be... that the method you used, Master, is similar to possession between cultivators?"
By the end of his words, Venerable Tianhong's gaze had abruptly turned sharp.
The moment those words were spoken, they were like a single stone stirring a thousand-layer wave, immediately drawing the attention of every cultivator present.
One deeply contemplative gaze after another converged in unison upon Zen Master Shanfa.
This doubt and speculation had not occurred to Venerable Tianhong alone. Everyone present harbored the same confusion.
But although the Golden Cicada Temple had been destroyed, its inheritance had not been severed. Powerful figures still survived within it, and they were not to be trifled with.
Moreover, the question was far too sensitive. One careless word could offend the monks of the Golden Cicada Temple. Under such circumstances, naturally no one was willing to be the bird that stuck its head out first.
"Amitabha. It is only natural for Fellow Daoist Tianhong to have such doubts, but this monk can guarantee that this method is not possession. It is merely a secret art of the Golden Cicada Temple."
Zen Master Shanfa looked openly at Venerable Tianhong and spoke calmly.
His clear eyes held