Wei Long had always loved watching the world burn, so he wanted to see what gods or Buddhas Bitter Crossing Temple could ferry forth from this demon-crossing endeavor. But judging by the current situation, the name Chishan was rather fitting.
Sure enough, there were no wrongly chosen nicknames—or Dharma names—in this world.
"Forget it. Spare me your insincere praise. With him as he is now, if I stepped out and placed him before everyone, he would surely become a target for all to condemn, and that would only strengthen his Heart Demon." Cheng Wei waved a hand and sat back down lazily. "Speaking of which, I heard Bitter Crossing Temple wants to poach my disciple into your walls. Is that true?"
Stealing the Spotlight
What was wrong with this dragon? They had been discussing important matters perfectly well—why had he suddenly started dredging up old accounts?
"I have never uttered such wild words. Little friend, you cannot just pin crimes on others with a casual remark, can you?" Though he had thought about it. But when he considered it, that was only human nature. What an excellent seedling for Buddhist cultivation—he was truly a pearl cast into the dust.
Cheng Wei gave a soft snort. "Whether you did or not, he is still my disciple, Cheng Wei's disciple. Stop setting your sights on him in the future, okay~"
...Damn it. Setting everything else aside, could a Buddhist cultivator really not fight a dragon? No wonder this little dragon had such a terrible reputation among the common folk. Some rumors in the Cultivation Realm truly did not arise from nowhere.
"But what if that boy Wen Xu himself wished to enter Bitter Crossing Temple's walls? Could I possibly stop him?"
"Huh?" Cheng Wei suspected something was wrong with his dragon ears.