"That's right, Senior Sister. It's him."
Xu Taiping nodded as he stepped into the Eight-Faced Tower.
He had long since grown accustomed to Zhao Linglong's affectionate gestures.
But when Gu Qingcheng saw this, she could not help knitting her delicate brows slightly, a complicated look entering her eyes.
Boom!
Just then, an exceedingly violent Aura Fluctuation poured out of the tower like rolling, furious waves, crashing heavily against them.
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha!..."
Just as Xu Taiping was about to summon his protective gang qi to shield everyone, golden light suddenly spread from Monk Xuanzhi and the Scripture Guardians of Cloud-Hidden Temple amid their unified Buddhist invocations. Like a wall, it cut off the surging wave of force with a bang.
"Who dares disturb my peaceful dreams!"
Suddenly, a rough, slightly hoarse male voice came from beneath a huge Buddha statue inside the tower.
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a burly bald man lying on his side with his back to them.
"May I ask if you are Master Zhichen?"
The young monk Xuanzhi pressed his palms together, his eyes slightly closed, and asked with his back to the burly bald man.
"Hmm?"
The man turned his head to look.
When he saw seven or eight bald heads all facing away from him, killing intent abruptly rose across his heavily bearded face.
"You little bald ass, you dare speak with your back to me? You're courting death!"
Almost as soon as his words fell, the bald man rolled over and leaped up. With a boom, he brought a knife-hand wreathed in dazzling flames chopping down at Xuanzhi.
Whoosh!
To everyone's surprise, Monk Xuanzhi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as the knife-hand was about to strike him, he shifted slightly sideways and dodged Evil Monk