My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

In a dimly lit corner of the film set, a pungent smell of dust mixed with cheap blood permeated the air.

This is a junkyard that even the extras who play minor roles don't want to linger in.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, were like two bags of abandoned garbage, slumped helplessly on the cold bluestone floor.

Their cheeks were swollen high, and there were still real bloodstains at the corners of their mouths.

That was created by Blood Slaughter Ancestor and Nether Spring Demon using pure physical force as a form of "personal revenge."

In this dark corner where even breathing is accompanied by humiliation and pain.

Suddenly, a bright pink burst in.

Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty, Sizi.

She held in her hand a crystal-clear candied hawthorn skewer coated in bright red sugar syrup.

With light, quick steps, it skipped and hopped its way to the two great Western figures.

Eyes facing each other.

The air was filled with an extremely eerie sense of contrast.

One is a high and mighty Arhat, worshipped by believers, but now he has fallen from his pedestal and is covered in mud, a volatile Arhat.

One is a pampered princess of the Tang Dynasty, unaware of human suffering, whose heart is filled only with fairy tales and beauty.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon's bloodshot, large, copper-bell-shaped eyes were fixed on the exquisitely beautiful little girl in front of him.

He naturally recognized her.

This is the most beloved daughter of the Tang Dynasty emperor, and the leader of that absurd "Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult"!

He is also the person whose destiny is most concentrated in this heretical Tang Dynasty!

"Get out of here."

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons squeezed out these two words through his teeth.

His voice was incredibly hoarse and weak from the one-sided beating he had just received.

But his tone still carried an air of superiority and a deep loathing for the mundane world.

"You wicked offspring, do not look at me with such eyes!"

The Arhat Subduing Dragon tried his best to straighten his bent spine.

He tried to unleash a trace of the majesty of a Buddhist Vajra to scare away this ignorant and arrogant little girl.

If it were an ordinary mortal child...

Even when faced with the wrathful Vajra-like appearance of an Arhat in a weakened state, they would have been terrified and would have cried loudly and fled in a panic.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Sizi approached and called out in a childish voice.

Upon hearing this, the Arhats Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Jianglong glanced at her and asked in an annoyed tone.

"Little girl, take a good look at us. Do we look like old people? What makes you call us 'grandpa'?"

Si Zi scratched her head in a bit of a distress, causing the two little buns on her head to sway back and forth.

"But Sixteenth Brother said that those really strong people are usually very, very old!"

"I just heard from someone on set that you two are really, really good."

"Then you must be very, very old, so calling you 'grandpa' is correct, isn't it?"

The two were immediately speechless, unable to find a rebuttal.

After holding it in for a long time, Jianglong finally emphasized through gritted teeth.

"We don't look old at all! We're still very young, we shouldn't be called old men at all!"

Sizi nodded obediently, her clear eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Yes, yes! Okay, Grandpa, I understand, Grandpa."

"You—!" The two men were so angry that their chests felt tight, so they simply turned their heads away, closed their eyes, and ignored her.

but.

Si Zi was pampered by Li Shimin, Empress Zhangsun, Li Chen and other bigwigs from childhood to adulthood.

What kind of big scene haven't I seen?

She dared to point fingers at even the ancient demon lord to his face, let alone two "old men" who were beaten black and blue and were still sulking.

The little girl wasn't scared at all.

Instead, she tilted her head, and a deep sense of doubt flashed in her clear, watery eyes.

She seemed completely oblivious to the rejection and resistance in their tone. In her worldview, there was no such thing as a struggle between gods and Buddhas or a battle for supremacy among different lineages.

All she saw were two extras who were beaten up terribly for filming.

"Grandpa, why is your voice so hoarse?"

Instead of leaving, the rhinoceros took a small step forward.

She crouched down, her pink dress spreading out on the dusty ground like a beautiful flower blooming amidst the ruins.

"Did you shout too loudly during the scene and hurt your voice?"

"It's a little girl," Sizi asked in her childish voice.

Those big eyes were full of genuine, pure concern.

That pure gaze sent a shiver down the spine of the Arhat Subduing Dragon.

In the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

The believers looked at him with either a deep fear of the cycle of reincarnation and hell, or a strong desire to be promoted, made rich, and cured of diseases and disasters.

No one had ever looked at him with such pure heartache simply because his voice was hoarse.

"Absurd! I am..."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon instinctively wanted to refute and rebuke.

He wanted to say that he was a Western venerable one and did not need the pity of such hypocritical mortals.

but.

Before he could finish speaking...

Sizi had already stretched out her chubby little hand.

In her palm, she clutched a small silk handkerchief embroidered with an exquisite kitten pattern. The handkerchief still carried a faint, milky scent unique to little girls.

"Grandpa, don't move around. Your face is covered in mud and blood. You'll get an infection."

As Sizi spoke in a tone that coaxed a child, she gently pressed the soft little handkerchief onto the filthy and bloodstained cheek of the Arhat Subduing Dragon.

boom!

When that soft silk touched the dark golden skin of the Arhat Subduing Dragon, which was as hard as refined steel.

This was a Nascent Soul stage expert who had witnessed countless corpses and endured thousands of years of arduous cultivation.

He felt as if he had been struck by a muffled thunderbolt, and he froze completely.

He wanted to get away.

He felt this was a great blasphemy!

How could a mere mortal woman dare to touch a Buddhist statue so casually!

but.

The "Puppet String Talisman" that the Tang Dynasty formation master affixed to the back of his head, although its movement control was released during the rest period, still blocked his eight extraordinary meridians.

Having just been brutally beaten, he didn't even have the strength to turn his head to dodge.

He could only watch helplessly.

Watching this delicate little girl meticulously and painstakingly wipe the bloodstains from his face.

"hiss--"

As the handkerchief touched the wound, the Arhat Subduing Dragon instinctively gasped.

"Ouch, did I hurt you?"

Sizi was startled and quickly stopped what she was doing.

She puffed out her pink cheeks and leaned closer to the fierce-looking face of the Arhat Subduing Dragon.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The little girl gently blew air onto the wound.

"My mother said that if I blow on it, the pain will fly away."

After blowing out the air, the rhinoceros raised its head and gave the Arhat Subduing Dragon a bright, healing, and sweet smile.

That instant.

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons possessed a cold, icy heart, steeped in Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years, which he claimed had long since severed all emotions and desires.

A barely perceptible crack had appeared.