"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—wouldn't he 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 resentment is 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? Do you dare deny that you became so anxious only because you heard that Compassionate Young Monk had attained fruition? Perhaps your heart has already fallen to demons, yet you still think yourself..."
At this point, Xiao Hua simply resorted to provocation. Though he did not reveal that he knew Great Chan Master Ji Mie had once undergone nirvana, these few brief words struck straight at the heart, like a small knife carving Great Chan Master Ji Mie's heart alive from his chest.
The Golden Mountain Temple monks standing nearby in stunned silence looked even more terrified. Every one of them wanted to flee, yet feared drawing Great Chan Master Ji Mie's attention. They stood there pitifully, not daring to move a muscle.
Before Xiao Hua could finish, Great Chan Master Ji Mie flew into a rage. Over all these years, who had ever 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 truly pierced his heart, tearing his face to shreds.
"Roar..." Great Chan Master Ji Mie let out a thunderous roar—the Buddhist Lion's Roar. Though