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Bodhi Patriarch felt he was going crazy.

Looking at the mischievous monkey in front of him, carrying a stick, spouting fallacies and heresies, and wearing an expression that said "I'm right," an unprecedented sense of powerlessness gripped his heart.

He definitely couldn't win in a fight. This monkey has the bloodline of Pangu, and his physical body is incredibly strong. If they really started fighting, it would alert those madmen in the Pangu Palace, and even his benevolent corpse would be shattered on the spot.

No matter how you try to reason with him, his proud Buddhist teachings are no match for this monkey's "Pangu Sayings," which he learned from bandits. They are like a three-year-old's scribbles, torn to shreds.

What else can he do?

He could only wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth in utter humiliation and squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"You...wait..."

After saying this, he turned around in extreme grief and indignation, and walked with heavy, leaden steps toward the kitchen behind the mountain.

That figure looked utterly desolate, as if it had aged hundreds of thousands of years in an instant.

"Hey, that's more like it." Lin Dasheng hummed a little tune with great satisfaction as he watched the old man get the hang of it. He found the most comfortable stone stool in the cave and sat down, waiting for the meal to be served.

However, after finishing his barbecue, Lin Dasheng felt bored again.

This old man is too easily amused; he coughs up blood after just a few words. He's not challenging at all.

Although Fangcun Mountain has nice scenery and a fairly strong spiritual atmosphere, it is just too deserted.

He didn't even have a monster to fight with, let alone dozens of younger brothers and sisters like in the backyard of Pangu Palace who would wreak havoc on the house with him.

"No way, this is so boring. What's the point of playing alone?"

Lin Dasheng scratched his head, his fiery eyes darting around, when suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"That's right! I, Old Sun, can call in reinforcements!"

He slapped his thigh and pulled out an extremely exquisite jade talisman from his pocket, engraved with complex spatial runes.

This is no ordinary communication jade talisman; it's the "Pangu Palace Brothers' Special Talisman for Calling People," which he obtained only after much pleading and begging from his uncle, Dijiang.

This talisman is connected to the spatial array of the Pangu Palace. Once crushed, it can open a temporary, stable spatial passage at designated coordinates, which can be used by Great Luo Golden Immortals.

"Hehe, this is going to be fun."

Lin Dasheng laughed mischievously, and without hesitation, he probed the jade talisman with his divine sense, imprinted the coordinates of Fangcun Mountain into it, and then squeezed it hard!

"Click—"

The jade talisman shattered upon impact, transforming into a streak of silver light that shot into the sky.

The next second, on the open ground in front of the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, the space rippled violently like water, and a silver vortex with a radius of ten feet and a strong spatial law power suddenly took shape!

While tending a fire in the kitchen behind the mountain, Bodhi Patriarch was cursing Lin Xuan's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart when he suddenly felt extremely violent spatial fluctuations coming from outside the cave.

Moreover, there was more than one dish!

It was an extremely domineering and intensely hot aura of flames, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes.

The other group is extremely fierce and tyrannical, carrying an aura of "grab whatever you want" bandit law!

"What...what's wrong now?!"

The Bodhi Patriarch was so frightened that he trembled all over and dropped the fire poker in his hand into the stove.

A terrible premonition welled up inside him, and he scrambled out of the kitchen.

When he saw the scene in front of the cave, his already dark face instantly turned ashen white, devoid of any color.

From within the silver spatial vortex, two exquisitely beautiful infants, yet exuding an extremely terrifying aura, swaggered out.

The one on the left, wearing a bright red bib, with five solid, five-colored beams of light behind him, slowly rotating like a divine halo, is none other than Lin Huang, the son of Kong Xuan!

The one on the right, also wearing a small bib and a storage gourd hanging around his neck, had a pair of bright black eyes with a chilling purplish-black flame flickering within them. He was none other than Lin Yan, the son of Nüba!

"Eighteenth Brother! What are you doing in this godforsaken place?"

Lin Huang looked around with extreme disdain. The five-colored divine light behind him flickered restlessly, as if scanning the mountain for any treasures worth "scanning".

"Exactly, there's not even anyone who can fight. It's more fun to beat up Uncle Wu at home." Lin Yan also pouted in extreme dissatisfaction. A ball of Burning Purple Flame popped out from his fingertip with a "poof" sound, burning a small, sizzling hole in a bluestone slab under his feet.

When Lin Dasheng saw his two good brothers arrive, he was so happy that he jumped up from the stone pillar.

"Fourteenth Brother, Twelfth Brother, you've come at the perfect time!"

He arrogantly pointed his golden cudgel at Bodhi Patriarch and boasted to his two older brothers, "See that old man? He's quite interesting; not only can he grill meat, but he can also get so angry he vomits blood!"

Lin Huang and Lin Yan's gazes landed precisely on Bodhi Patriarch.

"Huh? Why does this old man also have that disgusting karmic smell, just like that fat guy (Tianpeng) from before?" Lin Yan pinched his nose in extreme disgust.

Lin Huang's eyes lit up, and the azure divine light behind him suddenly flashed.

"The whisk in this old man's hand looks pretty good, it's shiny. I wonder if it can be used as a feather duster after brushing it off."

Bodhi Patriarch stood there, completely petrified.

One, two, three...

The mischievous kids from Pangu Temple, the core members of the demolition team, are all here today in his little Fangcun Mountain!

He felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if he had been struck by ten thousand Hunyuan hammers at the same time.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This isn't just letting a wolf into the house; it's practically handing over the house keys to the demolition team!

He watched as the three little devils gathered together, facing him, his cave, and the temple he had painstakingly built, revealing extremely greedy and malicious smiles.