At those words, Monk Chongde frowned, then took out a Communication Jade Slip and held it in his palm.
A voice filled with authority immediately sounded in his mind-
"Chongde, come receive your orders at once."
"M-Master?!"
His master, who had not contacted him for nearly half a year, had suddenly sent him a message. Chongde was astonished.
He hurriedly gripped the Communication Jade Slip and sent a message with his mind:
"Master, what do you need your disciple to do?"
Soon, Guangze's voice came from the other end of the Communication Jade Slip, tinged with anger. "Do you know who is standing before you?"
"Who?"
"The Dharma Protector personally appointed for the Buddha Child by Ancient Buddha Kasyapa-the Mortal Incarnation of the Evil-Delivering Asura, the Heavenly Dharma Protector!"
At those words, Chongde's knees weakened, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.
The more Chongde heard from the other end of the Communication Jade Slip, the more alarmed he became. By the end, cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.
"Dharma Master Chongde, what is wrong?"
Seeing this, Ma Wenxuan, who stood nearby, felt a faint sense of foreboding rise in his heart.
"Amitabha. Benefactor Ma, I am afraid I cannot help you with this challenge."
His face deathly pale, Monk Chongde pressed his palms together.
At those words, Jiang Wu grew anxious. He hurriedly stopped Chongde, who was about to turn and leave, and said:
"Dharma Master Chongde, as long as you agree to fight, our Ma Family Martial Arts School will build another Buddhist Hall!"
"Amitabha..."
Chongde sighed, then gave a helpless, wry smile.
"If we truly offend that person, I fear even the gates of our Prajna Temple will not survive. What use would another Buddhist Hall be?"
At those words, horror appeared on Jiang Wu's face.