My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

He didn't even touch the sword hanging at his waist.

"It is very impolite to disturb someone's meal."

Li Chen turned his head slightly.

His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about today's weather.

Then.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Two long, slender, fair fingers casually groped around on the table in front of him.

He picked up an ordinary bamboo chopstick, the kind used for eating vegetarian noodles.

"Since you are so impolite..."

"Then I, on behalf of your Buddha, will teach you what rules are."

The moment the words fell.

Li Chen's wrist, which was holding the bamboo chopsticks, gave a very casual, slight shake.

"Buzz—!"

A barely perceptible, strange fluctuation flowed from his fingertips and instantly entered the fragile bamboo chopstick.

The ordinary bamboo chopsticks seemed to come alive at this moment.

A faint purple-gold light flowed across its surface.

next second.

Li Chen's arm turned into a blurry afterimage.

He didn't even get up; he just sat there, holding his chopsticks, and casually swung them at the barrage of blades raining down from the sky.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, crackling sound, like a firecracker exploding, suddenly rang out in the second-floor hall.

The burly warrior monk at the very front.

He only felt a blurry shadow suddenly flash before his eyes.

Before he could react, an overwhelming and terrifying force slapped him hard across the cheek.

"Bang!"

His golden body defense was said to be impervious to swords and spears, and capable of withstanding flying swords and magical weapons.

Compared to this slender bamboo chopstick, it is as fragile as a thin sheet of window paper.

The golden light shattered instantly.

The monk's cheek swelled up visibly, and several blood-stained teeth gushed out of his mouth.

It felt as if he had been struck head-on by an invisible, massive hammer.

He flew backward with a scream, ten times faster than when he charged.

And this is just the beginning.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The dense, cracking sounds, like a sudden storm, resounded wildly inside the restaurant.

Li Chen sat in the chair.

With each slight tremor of the wrist, the bamboo chopstick would transform into hundreds of afterimages.

It pierced through the gaps in the monks' sword net with unparalleled precision.

Then, they would slap them hard and mercilessly on their shiny bald heads or their fleshy cheeks.

This was a one-sided, decisive victory with no suspense whatsoever.

A violent aesthetic full of absurdity.

Those Vajra Arhats who are usually high above and worshipped by the people.

At this moment, it was like a rat whose teeth had been pulled, letting out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered as it was whipped by this bamboo chopstick.

The steel knives in their hands could barely touch the edge of the chopstick.

It will break apart like rotten wood in an instant.

"Ah! My face!"

"What kind of sorcery is this! My invincible body has been shattered!"

The entire second-floor hall had been transformed into a battleground for these martial monks.

They wanted to retreat, but found that the surrounding space seemed to be completely locked by an invisible pressure, and even moving half a step became a luxury.

He could only stand there in despair, passively enduring one crisp, loud slap after another.

In less than three breaths.

Li Chen stopped what he was doing.

He disdainfully tossed the bamboo chopstick, which was slightly damp with sweat, onto the ground.

Then look at the warrior monks who rushed up.

None of the dozens of Vajra Arhats who were so proud of themselves were still standing.

They were all bruised and swollen, with several large bumps on their heads.

His once dignified face was now swollen and comical, resembling a pig's head, and he lay sprawled on the ground.

"Get out."

Li Chen coldly uttered three words.

He casually swung his long sleeves forward.

"boom!"

A violent gust of wind rose from the ground.

Those dozens of monks collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

In an instant, they were like bowling balls or rolling gourds.

Caught in the gust of wind, it smashed directly into the exquisitely carved wooden window facing the street on the second floor of Baoxiang Vegetarian Restaurant.

"Splash—"

Wood chips flew everywhere, and screams filled the air.

Dozens of round, golden figures descended from the sky amidst the horrified gazes of passersby on the street.

"Bang bang bang!"

It crashed solidly onto the hard bluestone street.

He was dazed and confused from the fall, his bones broken and tendons snapped. He lay on the ground, rolling and groaning in pain.

The once bustling and lively atmosphere on the street fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

All the pedestrians stopped in their tracks, staring dumbfounded at the wailing monks on the ground.

Those are Arhat warrior monks from the temple!

This person, who usually roams freely in this ancient city, was actually thrown out of the restaurant like trash?!

The second floor of the restaurant.

Those diners hiding under the table were also swallowing hard.

Looking at the young man in blue sitting by the window, as if nothing had happened, her eyes were filled with undisguised awe and fear.

A single chopstick.

He whipped dozens of Vajra Arhats to death!

What level of terrifying power must one possess to have such astonishing strength?!

And Sizi is one of the parties involved.

The little girl wasn't frightened at all by the bloody scene just now.

Instead, she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Sixteenth Brother is amazing!"

The little ox's eyes lit up, and it cheered with joy.

"Well done! Well done! Let's stop these bald bastards from bullying us!"

The chubby boy in my arms also meowed in perfect unison.

It stretched out its chubby paw and wiped away the bits of beef jerky stuck to the corner of its mouth.

Those amber cat eyes were full of arrogance and disdain.

These few pieces of meat aren't even enough to fill a gap between my teeth, yet you expect me to go to a temple to listen to sutras? Dream on!

"Keep eating, the jerky won't taste as good when it gets cold."

Li Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and spoke gently to his sister.

It was as if the thrilling battle just now had really been nothing more than casually shooing away a swarm of buzzing flies.

Sizi happily responded, picked up the spicy beef jerky again, and began to tear it into large bites.

The rich aroma of meat once again filled the quiet restaurant.

This time, however, no one dared to step forward and say even a single word.

Even the restaurant owner was trembling behind the counter, not daring to even breathe loudly.

however.

In a sacred Buddhist site, a monk guarding the temple was beaten in the street.

Such provocative behavior will never end here.

Just as Si Zi finished eating half a piece of beef jerky and was about to drink some soup to soothe his throat...

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, a melodious yet profound and majestic bell rang out over the ancient city.

The sound of the bell seemed to contain some kind of soul-piercing power.

The ordinary people watching on the street instantly felt their knees go weak and uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

Followed by.

A blinding golden light shot straight into the sky from the top of the towering pagoda in the city center.

In mid-air, the sound of chanting Buddhist hymns filled the air.

A huge golden auspicious cloud was rolling toward Baoxiang Vegetarian Restaurant at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

Above the auspicious clouds.

An old monk, draped in a purple-gold kasaya and holding a demon-subduing staff, stood in the shadows.

His eyes were lowered, his face was withered, but he exuded a suffocatingly powerful spiritual pressure.

"What kind of demon dares to be so presumptuous before the Buddha?"

A deep, hoarse voice, yet exuding boundless majesty.

Like rolling thunder from the heavens, it exploded in Li Chen and Si Zi's ears.

Outside the restaurant, the people kneeling on the ground heard this voice and kowtowed even more respectfully.

"It's the guardian monk! The monk has manifested his power!"

Li Chen slowly put down his teacup.

He looked up, his gaze passing through the broken windowpane to the rapidly approaching golden auspicious cloud in mid-air.

"A guardian monk?"

A cold smile curved Li Chen's lips, and a playful fighting spirit gradually ignited in his deep eyes.

Just as Li Chen stood up, preparing to greet this so-called divine monk...

The old monk on the auspicious cloud suddenly formed a mudra with one hand.

He suddenly pulled out a bowl that emitted a dazzling purple light from his wide sleeves!

"The Purple-Gold Alms Bowl! To Subdue Demons and Monsters!"

The old monk roared angrily.

The purple-gold alms bowl instantly swelled in the wind, transforming into the size of a small mountain, carrying a terrifying suction force that devoured everything.

The entire second floor of Baoxiang Vegetarian Restaurant was completely enveloped in a purple, deadly light barrier!