Lin Lang had spurred his horses on throughout the journey, running several Thousand-Li Horses into the ground before using his own Lightness Skill to travel. Only then had he managed to reach Great Song from Great Ming in less than two days and find this Small Temple on a remote mountain.
With a light push of his foot, he floated toward the temple halfway up the mountain like willow fluff carried on the wind.
Outside the temple gates, Lin Lang smiled. "Looks like I really wasn't too late. Both the thing and the people are here."
He had already sensed the auras inside and reached straight out to push open the ancient temple gates.
"Who's out there?" A sharp shout rang out, and an exceptionally burly monk appeared at the entrance.
Lin Lang sized him up. "Tsk, tsk. To think a little temple on a barren mountain would have such a well-fed, glossy-looking monk. You must eat pretty well."
Bu Tan flew into a rage. "Who are you? Outsiders aren't welcome here. Leave immediately."
Lin Lang took a step forward. "Do you have the final say here? If I'm an outsider, does that make you the lady of the house? Does a monk like you even know what that means?"
"Forget it. What would a junior know? Move aside and have your elders come talk to me."
Bu Tan stared at Lin Lang in shock. This young man had actually called him a junior?
In the Pure Thought Zen Sect, his seniority was below only Master Yixin and Zen Master Liao Kong. Whose disciple was this young man, to speak so arrogantly?
"Amitabha. This poor monk has made himself quite clear. Outsiders are not welcome here. Please leave, or I shall have to escort you out."
As he spoke, Bu