At first, only Father Qiao was beating him, but as Qiao Ling'er continued to disobey, it instantly became a mixed doubles match.
They could hardly be blamed for acting this way. After all, things were different now.
At the very least, these were now the Demon Lord's Three Realms, not the Buddha's Three Realms.
Throughout the Three Realms, the Buddhist School had become like a rat crossing the street, hated and hounded by everyone, yet Qiao Ling'er still wanted to join it?
To Father Qiao and Qiao Mother, this was nothing short of outrageous defiance.
And they cursed him as they beat him!
Poor Qiao Ling'er was seething inside. Had these not been his own parents, he would have wanted to slap them dead.
Make no mistake: he truly had the strength to do it.
After seeing the Buddha statue, Qiao Ling'er had begun recalling his past memories, and even his cultivation had instantly reached the Heavenly Immortal realm.
That might amount to nothing against the mighty figures of the Three Realms, but killing two ordinary mortals would have been easy.
But what choice did he have? These were his own parents!
What was Qiao Ling'er supposed to do?
He was desperate too!
So, despite his fury, he ultimately endured it.
After all, he was the Buddha. If he simply beat his own parents to death, what the hell would that make him?
Then he would become a demon whether he wanted to or not.
About an hour later, Qiao Ling'er sat in the pavilion in the rear courtyard, staring blankly into space.
He was considering what he should do.
After all, unless he could join the Buddhist School, his cultivation could not grow rapidly.
But if he joined the Buddhist School without persuading his parents first, he would bear