"Ha ha..." Xiao Hua threw back his head and laughed, pointing with one hand. "If this little monk wanted to make a name for himself, why would I not go find Compassionate Young Monk? He has just attained the Buddha fruit of Manjushri Bodhisattva of Great Wisdom. Would he not be far more useful than you? Besides, Great Chan Master, a person is a person. You and I are still merely Buddhist disciples, not Bodhisattvas. A little envy, jealousy, and hatred amount to nothing! If you do not even dare admit the jealousy in your heart, how can you cast off your own mortal shell? How can you attain fruition? Could it be that you refuse to admit that you became so agitated only after hearing that Compassionate Young Monk had attained fruition? Perhaps your heart has already fallen into demonic ways, yet you still think that you..."
By now, Xiao Hua simply resorted to provocation. Although he did not reveal that he knew Great Chan Master Ji Mie had once experienced extinction, these few short words were truly Heart-Piercer, like a small knife forcibly digging Great Chan Master Ji Mie's heart out.
The Golden Mountain Temple monks who had been standing nearby in a daze now looked even more terrified. Each wanted to flee, yet feared drawing Great Chan Master Ji Mie's attention. They stood there pitifully, not daring to move at all.
Before Xiao Hua could finish, Great Chan Master Ji Mie flew into a rage. Over all these years, who had dared speak to him like this? Which monk who came to his door had not respectfully sought his guidance? Most crucially, Xiao Hua's words had struck right at his heart, tearing his dignity to shreds.
"Roar..." Great Chan Master Ji Mie let out a furious bellow.