"Someone else is coming?"
Wang Shilu and the others heard the voice too and began murmuring among themselves, but they thought little of it. With the Buddhist School's Divine Abilities and influence, what cultivator in the world could it not handle? They looked thoroughly at ease. Even Wang Shilu, who had made such a disgrace of himself moments ago, had been helped back up and seated to one side. He glared at Sun Yuan through gritted teeth, waiting to see how miserably he would end up.
Unlike those young aristocrats, Monk Bocheng grew grave when he heard the voice. He pressed his palms together and saluted toward the door. "Which fellow Daoist has come? You say this is your Mind Monkey. Is he a companion on your path? If so, why have you not kept him under strict discipline? Why let him out to hurt people and stir up trouble?"
His expression was solemn, his nerves drawn taut, as though facing a formidable enemy. The voice had appeared so suddenly and sounded so close, yet he had sensed nothing. Monk Bocheng circulated his Mystic Art as he spoke. With every word, his aura rose. By the time he finished, Golden Light flickered around him, filling the air with an authority that shook the heart. It lent his words the weight of truth itself!
When no answer seemed to come from outside, the monk relaxed slightly and continued, "Fellow Daoist, you must know that the Buddhist School always acts fairly. Entrust him to us, and we shall instruct and restrain him so that he neither sullies your name nor hinders your cultivation!"
A voice came from behind him—
"You've talked at length, but it comes down to this: you saw something extraordinary within this monkey and want to bring him into