Qing Chen, that demon, actually dared to forcibly drive people from Cold Mountain Temple out of its own waters, on its own territory!
This was simply going too far in bullying others, as absurd as forcibly throwing the groom out of his cave abode when a couple was getting married!
"My sword is hardly blunt either! Demon, you have gone too far!"
Behind Dharma Master Chanxin, a young bhikkhu finally failed to restrain his anger. Seeing his respected Martial Uncle Chanxin subjected to such harassment filled him with indignation.
"Silence, Xingchi!" Dharma Master Chanxin abruptly turned and sternly stopped him.
He knew all too well how ruthless Qing Chen's methods were and feared that this young Buddhist cultivator, whose Buddhist heart was clear and enlightened, would act rashly and perish here.
If anything happened to Xingchi, how could he answer to Cold Mountain Temple?
Qing Chen smiled at this, his lightning-sharp gaze sweeping over the young bhikkhu as he said mildly, "Young man, having cultivated Buddhism to the realm of a bhikkhu, you ought to embody my Buddha's compassion and harbor benevolent thoughts. Why is your temper still so fierce?"
Dharma Master Chanxin tensed all over, his divine sense locked tightly onto Qing Chen, afraid he would suddenly lash out and hurt someone.
Seeing that the smile had not faded from Qing Chen's face, Dharma Master Chanxin felt slightly reassured, thinking that this demon would not attack.
Thus, he forced out a faint smile and said, "Please calm your anger, True Person. This young man is ignorant and has offended you. This old monk offers you an apology on his behalf. I hope you will show mercy and spare his life, True Person. This old monk would be endlessly grateful."
Yet the smile on Qing Chen's face gradually faded, and