Buddha-Demon One Heart

Old Monk Bodhi appeared again. His face was no longer as still as an ancient well, but carried a trace of madness and agitation.

Clearly, he was deeply dissatisfied with Zhou Feng. What exactly was this man thinking?

Why was there no logic whatsoever to the way he acted?

Could someone like this cultivate to such a level? Could he even enter the Central Plains?

Old Monk Bodhi could hardly believe that a cultivator who had nearly reached the Feathered Ascension Realm could be this foolish.

In an unfamiliar place, on someone else's territory, he acted so recklessly without the slightest hint of caution.

A Bodhi Tree, a Bodhi Tree shrouded in Buddhist light—he just moved it because he felt like it?

Was there something wrong with his head?

Did Zhou Feng not know that doing this could easily invite trouble, especially in a place like the Central Plains?

And just now, Zhou Feng had actually attacked him without the slightest hesitation.

Old Monk Bodhi had already concluded that the man before him had no brains. That was why he had become so furious.

Everything he had done just now had been like winking at a blind man.

As Old Monk Bodhi's emotions changed, the Buddhist light around him changed as well.

The gentle Buddhist light instantly became Demonic Energy that seemed capable of devouring everything.

But that evil aura was quickly suppressed.

Old Monk Bodhi's face returned to its peaceful and benevolent appearance.

"Amitabha Buddha~~ This poor monk has been discourteous! I have committed the sin of foul speech..."

His previous manic expression formed an incredibly sharp contrast with his current kind face.

This old monk...

Zhou Feng said nothing. He merely scooped up the Bodhi Tree trunk from the Emperor Pan Cauldron and stuffed it into his mouth.