My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Hey! Look at the sky!"

An elderly woman who was buying steamed buns did not run away.

Instead, he excitedly pointed at the ever-growing golden palm print in the sky and shouted loudly.

"Wow! Is this some new movie promotion the Grand Theatre is putting on today?"

"This holographic projection is so realistic! Look at that golden light, it's so bright I can barely open my eyes!"

One enthusiastic young man even pulled out his Spirit Crystal phone.

He then proceeded to slap the deadly Vajra palm print in the sky repeatedly in its face.

"Look, everyone! Datang Technology has made another breakthrough! The special effects, the sense of oppression! It's absolutely amazing! Give me a thumbs up!"

There was no fear.

There were no cries of pain.

There was only excitement and amazement from the crowd watching the spectacle.

Above the clouds.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon looked down at the group of mortals below who, instead of kneeling and begging for mercy in the face of death, were gesturing at him with "glowing bricks."

He was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"Stubborn fool! Prepare to die!"

The golden giant hand's descent speed increased dramatically again, and it was now less than a hundred feet from the ground!

The violent wind pressure has crushed the bluestone slabs on Zhuque Street into pieces!

At this critical moment, when everyone thought it was just a holographic effect, a life-or-death situation!

"Amitabha."

A sigh, extremely soft and faint, yet seemingly echoing deep within everyone's soul.

It suddenly reverberated throughout this world.

Outside the gates of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult.

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma, dressed in pink servant's clothes and with a gray headscarf wrapped around his head.

Slowly, he put down the meat bun he was eating halfway through.

He turned around and gently shielded the puzzled Sizi behind him.

"Uncle Jiangye, what's wrong?" Sizi asked in a childish voice.

"Don't be afraid, Master. It's just that the wind is too strong and some dust has fallen."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma didn't even turn his head; his voice was as gentle as water.

"I am just a sweeper. Since dust has soiled the facade of our religion, I will sweep it clean."

The words fell.

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma gripped the ordinary bamboo broom tightly with both hands.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the golden palm print that was powerful enough to level the land for miles around.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no dazzling magical light.

He did it very casually, as if sweeping fallen leaves from the ground.

Holding the broom, he aimed it at the giant Vajra palm print in the sky.

Gently, with a flick of the wrist.

"Whoosh."

A very faint sweeping sound.

But at this moment, it seemed to have triggered the laws of heaven and earth throughout the entire Tang Dynasty!

A barely perceptible breeze drifted out from the ordinary bamboo broom.

It surged in the face of the storm!

In less than half a breath.

That gentle breeze transformed into an invisible barrier that stretched across the heavens and the earth!

"Bang--!!!"

It was accompanied by a deafening, shattering sound, like glass breaking.

That palm print, "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon," unleashed with full power by an Arhat at the Nascent Soul stage, is powerful enough to shatter mountains and break peaks.

The moment I came into contact with that invisible breeze.

It crumbled in mid-air, just like fragile tofu!

The golden Buddhist power that filled the sky was swept away by the gentle breeze created by the broom.

Without any mercy, like dumping garbage.

It swept away into a shower of golden light that danced in the sky, then dissipated into the heavens and earth!

Not even a single tile on Zhuque Street was damaged!

silence.

A deathly silence.

Above the clouds.

The two Arhats, Subduing the Dragon and Taming the Tiger, had eyes that were practically bulging out of their sockets.

They remained in the posture of casting spells, like two rusty statues.

He stared in horror at the "cleaner" below, dressed in pink and holding a broom.

"That...that is..."

The voice of the Arhat Subduing the Tiger was trembling violently.

He rubbed his eyes, hardly believing what he was seeing.

"Brother Jiangye?!"

The two Arhats never expected this.

They were searching desperately for the great Bodhisattva in the Nascent Soul stage, on whom the Buddha placed high hopes.

At this moment, he was dressed in a ridiculously comical pink outfit, standing in front of a bizarre building in the Tang Dynasty...

sweep the floor?!

Moreover, he actually intervened, breaking his own Buddhist supernatural powers to protect those heretical mortals?!

"Jiang Ye! Are you insane?!"

The Arhat who subdued the dragon recovered from his shock, his anger soaring to the heavens.

"You, a great master of Buddhism, instead of thinking of saving and enlightening people, why are you doing such lowly and menial labor here!"

"And why did you try to stop me from purifying this demonic lair?!"

Faced with angry questions from two fellow disciples on the cloud.

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma had a calm and serene expression.

He stood the broom beside him and slowly pulled off the gray cloth covering his head.

"Buzz—"

A gentle, pure, and completely serene golden halo of light slowly appeared behind his head.

Although he was dressed in coarse cloth, his demeanor at that moment was more compassionate and sacred than that of the two Arhats on the clouds.

"My two junior brothers."

The Bodhisattva of Descending Karma clasped his hands together, his voice clear and resonant, echoing throughout half of Chang'an.

"I'm not doing hard labor, I'm sweeping the floor."

"Sweep away the fallen leaves on the ground, and sweep away the dust from my heart."

The Bodhisattva of Subduing Karma raised his head, and his eyes, which had been confused, were now incredibly clear and firm.

"You keep saying this place is a den of demons, and that you want to purify the world."

"But have you ever lowered your heads and truly looked at the smiles on their faces?"

"There is no suffering here, no need for salvation. The killings you impose on people are nothing but arrogance and obsession disguised as compassion."

boom!

These unorthodox words struck the two Arhats like a blow to the head.

"traitor!"

The Arhat who subdues dragons went completely berserk, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"You've actually been blinded by the corrupting influence of the Tang Dynasty! You've fallen into the demonic path!"

"Since you remain so stubborn, then today I will expel you, this traitor to Buddhism, from the sect as well!"

Jianglong and Fuhu exchanged a glance.

The two Nascent Soul stage Arhats simultaneously unleashed a murderous aura that soared to the heavens.

Their hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, preparing to unleash a combined attack that would completely flatten the Bodhisattva of Descending Karma and the street below.

however.

Before their combined attack could even be fully prepared...

"Sizzle—!!!"

A bolt of purple-gold lightning, as thick as a bucket and imbued with the aura of destruction.

Like a sword of divine punishment, it cleaved out of the void without warning.

It struck solidly into the clouds between the two Arhats!

The violent lightning directly shattered the Buddhist light they had gathered.

The two Arhats groaned and were forced back dozens of steps by the shock.

"Who are you?!" The Arhat Subduing Dragon exclaimed in shock and anger.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of arrogant, unrestrained laughter, filled with endless mockery, resounded from the clouds.

The void was brutally torn apart by a slender hand.

Li Chen was wearing a purple-gold armor and had a handful of top-grade spirit melon seeds in his mouth.

They slowly walked out of the spatial rift.

And behind him.

It was Crown Prince Li Chengqian, whose blood was boiling and who was like a tyrannical dragon.

And Wei Zheng, the number one critic of the Tang Dynasty, wielding a ruler and exuding righteous indignation.

Further on was a fully armed and menacing Tang Dynasty mixed army of 100,000!

"I'm having trouble finding a stunt actor who can withstand heavy beatings for my new action movie."

Li Chen casually flicked the sunflower seed shells in his hand into the clouds.

He looked at the two Arhats in front of him, who were filled with surprise and doubt, and a sneer as bright as a demon curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this just a coincidence?"

Li Chen drew his long sword, which crackled with lightning, from his waist.

"Two golden, bald monks serving as punching bags delivered right to our door."

"Don't just stand there."

Li Chen's sword was aimed directly at Luohan, and purple-gold lightning suddenly erupted from his eyes.

"Close the door! Unleash Brother Fang and Old Man Wei, and give them a good beating!"