Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
The elderly monk's answer rang out with conviction, but sometimes an answer was not true simply because it was loud. On the contrary, the louder it was, the more suspect it became.
Only by raising his voice could he conceal his guilty conscience.
Chu Xingchen did not intend to press him any further. For now, matters still had to be handled one at a time.
Xu Jin's plan remained well worth considering. The elderly monk's words might not be trustworthy, but the ultimate destination of the wish power and how it was handled could not lie.
Besides, some things were better handled alone.
Chu Xingchen cast Xu Jin a look and simultaneously transmitted his voice:
"Retreat once we're done."
Xu Jin nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Chu Xingchen turned his gaze back to the elderly monk and said:
"Whether it is or isn't, you know, and so do I. We only came to deliver a message. If Our Divine Cult can catch you, we can catch those elsewhere too. Take this message back and tell those Buddhas gleaming beneath their golden light."
"Our Divine Cult wants a share of the pie too. Otherwise, prepare to become rats alongside us."
With that, he unleashed the full power of the White Azure Method.
The elderly monk's eyes abruptly widened, and then his face turned deathly pale as he collapsed to the floor.
But at the very instant the elderly monk fell.
The great golden Buddha seemed to sense something, its lowered gaze shifting sideways toward them.
Chu Xingchen's expression instantly grew solemn. Just as he was about to summon Myriad Forms, a cold gleam flashed beside him, slashing across the great golden Buddha's eyes.
"Momentary Buddha Body. The bald ass already called someone. Go, now."
Xu Jin's