My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"If you infiltrate directly, they will detect you instantly."

"This Heaven-Deceiving Robe is an ancient treasure. Wearing it will completely conceal the evil Buddhist aura within you. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty's formations, you will appear as an ordinary wandering monk with no cultivation."

"And this string of Bodhi beads that can cover the sky can shield you from the celestial deductions and sever all causal ties between you and Xiaoleiyin Temple."

"As long as you don't actively reveal your cultivation level, even Li Chen will have no way of figuring out your background!"

The Buddhist Kingdom spared no expense in order to plant this seed within the Tang Dynasty.

Bianji accepted the two treasures with both hands.

He quickly draped the Heaven-Deceiving Robe over his body and wrapped the Bodhi beads around his wrist.

really.

The moment the magic weapon is bestowed upon him.

The terrifying fluctuations of a Nascent Soul stage expert emanating from Bianji, as well as that sinister Buddhist aura, were completely suppressed and hidden.

At this moment, he really did look like just an ordinary little monk with an excessively handsome appearance and a melancholy temperament.

It has no lethal power, yet it possesses a fatal attraction for women confined to their chambers.

"Go."

The three Buddhas simultaneously issued their decrees.

"Cross the star array and descend upon the Tang Dynasty. Do not disappoint me."

"Disciple will certainly not fail in his mission."

Bianji clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to all the Buddhas.

Then.

He turned around and strode into the interdimensional space teleportation array that the Buddhist Kingdom had specially opened for him.

The array's light swirled, and space itself twisted violently.

Bianji's figure gradually blurred in the light.

A smug, confident smile crept onto his lips.

"The Tang Dynasty royal family? Princess Gaoyang?"

"This dazzling world, this turbulent world of mortals. Watch how this humble monk will turn your world upside down!"

"Buzz—"

A slight spatial fluctuation.

In a remote mountain forest fifty miles outside the city of Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.

A crack appeared in the void, and the figure of Monk Bianji silently landed on this land.

He took a deep breath of the unique, rich, and slightly dizzying spiritual energy of the Tang Dynasty.

He straightened his spotless, moon-white monk's robe.

He touched his handsome face, his eyes radiating absolute confidence.

According to his original plan.

He planned to disguise himself as a hermit monk who had been practicing asceticism in the deep mountains for many years, and walk step by step to the city gate of Chang'an with a compassionate and pure demeanor, untouched by worldly dust.

Then, with his otherworldly temperament and handsome appearance, he instantly attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the city and the passersby.

This is the perfect first step in establishing his "high monk" persona.

"In this mundane world, foolish mortals..."

Bianji crossed his arms in front of his chest, striking what he believed to be a melancholic pose that could charm countless young women.

He took light steps, walked out of the mountains and forests, and stepped onto the wide official road leading to Chang'an.

however.

Just as he stepped out of the mountains and forests, ready to be greeted by the amazed and awe-inspiring gazes of ordinary people.

"Beep beep! Beep beep beep!"

"Hey you bald idiot in front! Are you out of your mind?! Can't you see this is the fast lane?! Get out of my way right now!"

It was accompanied by a deafening, strange whistle.

A wildly designed civilian "psychic flying car" from the Tang Dynasty, its entire body shimmering with the light of wind-based array formations.

It hurtled towards us from afar along the official road at a terrifying speed, almost skimming the ground.

in the driver's seat.

A middle-aged woman from the Tang Dynasty with permed hair and wearing glass aviator sunglasses.

He was holding the array steering wheel in one hand and a megaphone in the other.

He leaned out of the car window and unleashed a torrent of furious shouts at the monk Bianji, who was posing in the middle of the road.

"What the hell are you doing standing there pretending to be depressed! Trying to scam me?!"

The old woman stomped on the spiritual energy brake.

With a loud "boom," the flying car came to a steady stop less than half a foot away from the aircraft.

The immense wind pressure blew Bianji's carefully maintained monk's robes so hard they resembled tattered rags in a gale, smearing his face with them.

Monk Bianji.

This wicked Buddhist monk was determined to overthrow the Tang Dynasty.

now.

He stared intently at the steel behemoth radiating blinding light in front of him, and at the Tang Dynasty auntie inside with a furious expression.

The confidence and sinister look on his face.

At this moment.

It's completely frozen.

"Beep beep beep! You bald monk in front, are you looking for death?!"

Accompanied by the sharp, piercing sound of the array's whistle, a violent gust of spiritual energy swept over us.

Monk Bianji maintained the posture of a high monk, with one hand raised in front of his chest and his eyes lowered.

He was completely bewildered by the wind.

His moon-white monk's robe, which was transformed from the Buddhist treasure "Deceiving Heaven's Robe," was blown so that it clung tightly to his body.

His once meticulously groomed bald head was now covered in a layer of dust.

Bianji stared blankly at the steel monster that was stopped less than half a foot in front of his toes.

It was a strange magical artifact with four wheels and a chassis engraved with miniature wind-controlling patterns.

The car window rolled down.

A middle-aged woman from the Tang Dynasty, with a head full of big wavy perm and wearing glass aviator sunglasses, was leaning out half of her body and attacking him wildly.

"So young, and quite good-looking, what's wrong with her brain?"

The woman yelled, like a lioness guarding her food.

"What are you doing striking that pose in the middle of the road? I'm rushing to the Chang'an Grand Theater to see the early showing of 'Rebellion Against Buddhism to Save the World.' If I'm even a second late, can you afford to compensate me?!"

Monk Bianji took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed the astonishment in his heart.

A bewitching, wicked smile slowly curled at the corners of his lips.

He's a demonic monk who specializes in studying the "Ode to the Great Compassion of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires"!

Any woman, even an eighty-year-old woman, could instantly fall for his charming eyes if he used just a little trickery.

"Amitabha."

Bianji raised his head, and a strange pink light flashed in his captivating eyes.

His voice became incredibly deep and magnetic, with a captivating allure that could penetrate the depths of one's soul.

"My lady, our meeting is a matter of fate. Please don't let such worldly matters cause you anger. Perhaps..."

"What a load of rubbish!"

The woman didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before pressing a red button on the steering wheel.

"boom!"

A thick plume of black astral fumes suddenly shot out from the exhaust pipe of the psionic vehicle.

It sprayed straight into Monk Bianji's face!

"Good dogs don't block the way! My idol, Brother Fuhu, is waiting for me on the big screen! If you say another word, I'll just run you over!"

The older woman turned the steering wheel, and the psionic flying car grazed past Bianji's body, speeding away like an arrow released from a bow.

All that remained was a trail of arrogant exhaust fumes.

Monk Bianji stood frozen in place.

He reached out a trembling hand and wiped the black fumes from his face.

That incomparably handsome face turned pale and then flushed, his expression reaching its most fascinating point.