My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The sky darkened in that instant.

It wasn't because the sun was obscured by dark clouds.

Rather, it was because of that purple-gold alms bowl, which swelled in the wind, that it completely blocked out half the sky above the street.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar exploded overhead at Baoxiang Vegetarian Restaurant.

The purple-gold alms bowl spun around in mid-air.

What was originally a palm-sized object transformed in the blink of an eye into an upside-down purple mountain.

The surface of the alms bowl is engraved with dense golden Sanskrit characters.

Each Sanskrit character was flashing and wandering wildly.

They intertwined to form a chilling, purple-gold curtain of death light, completely enveloping the second floor of the restaurant.

The wind howled, and the air currents swirled backward.

An indescribable, terrifying suction force erupted from the bottomless bowl.

This suction force targets not only the physical body, but also the cultivator's soul!

"Splash!"

The restaurant's already dilapidated roof, under this terrifying suction force, was like a fragile cardboard shell.

It was instantly torn to shreds.

Countless tiles, beams, tables, chairs, and benches were sucked into the air, swirling around.

It fell into that purplish-gold abyss and turned to dust without making a sound.

on the street.

Those civilians who hadn't had time to run far were terrified, their faces turning ashen.

They clung tightly to the stone pillars and tree trunks along the street, afraid that they too would be swept away by the evil wind.

"It's the holy monk's golden alms bowl!"

"Buddha has manifested! With such a supreme treasure for subduing demons, the monster in that restaurant is sure to die a gruesome death!"

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said..."

The believers, kneeling on the ground, trembled as they stared with fanatical eyes at the golden auspicious cloud in the sky.

Above the auspicious clouds.

The guardian deity, revered as "Kongxiang," looked down from his high position.

His withered face was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

The demon-subduing staff in his hand slammed heavily on the clouds.

"evildoer!"

The voice of the monk Kongxiang, empowered by profound true energy, sounded like a divine pronouncement.

"This is the most precious treasure of my Jin Guang Temple, the Purple Gold Bowl!"

"The number of peerless demons who died by this treasure is at least eight hundred to a thousand."

"Today, this humble monk will use this supreme Buddhist instrument to suppress you all, along with that demonic cat, under the bowl."

"Within forty-nine hours, I will use the true fire of Buddhism to refine you into a pool of pus, as a warning to others!"

The old monk's voice echoed in the sky above the ancient city.

It was filled with an arrogant and domineering air.

In his view.

Once the golden alms bowl appears, there will be no force in this small world that can contend with it.

The young man and the little girl in the restaurant must have been crying out for their parents and separated from their loved ones under that terrifying suction force.

however.

When the monk Kongxiang lowered his proud head.

Looking through that purple-gold light curtain at the ruins on the second floor of the restaurant.

A cold smile appeared on his face.

They froze instantly.

Even his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and his jaw almost dropped to the auspicious cloud.

The line of sight cuts through the raging air currents and the shattered rubble.

The second floor of Baoxiang Vegetarian Restaurant has been completely turned into an open-air ruin.

The surrounding walls and roof were all gone.

But right in the very center of these ruins.

The small wooden table by the window, and the two chairs next to it.

Yet it stood perfectly intact in the same spot.

Even the plates of vegetarian dishes on the table were not moved an inch.

A faint, translucent, purplish-gold shield, like ripples on water.

It firmly protected that space, which was about ten feet in diameter.

No matter how frantically the purple-gold alms bowl above his head emitted its suction force.

No matter how the surrounding gale tore through space.

The thin shield didn't even ripple.

As stable as Mount Tai.

Inside the shield.

The art style is so bizarre that it makes you question the meaning of life.

Li Chen, the Prince of Qin of the Tang Dynasty, was leaning back lazily in his chair.

He was holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

He slowly skimmed off the foam with the lid of his teapot and took a small sip.

And opposite him.

That five-year-old girl with such delicate features.

She was holding a shiny, spicy beef jerky in both of her little hands.

He was happily munching away.

The little girl didn't even lift her head, as if the golden alms bowl above her, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, was just a slightly larger dark cloud.

"Sixteenth Brother."

Sizi swallowed a large mouthful of beef and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his oily hand.

She raised her head, her big, dark eyes curiously glancing at the top of her head.

"That old man is so strange."

Sizi pointed at the empty-faced monk in mid-air with a childish voice, his face full of confusion.

"Why would he put such a huge begging bowl upside down in the sky?"

"Is it because he has a particularly large appetite that his bowl is also particularly large?"

Hearing his sister's peculiar train of thought...

Li Chen put down his teacup and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He reached out, took out a clean handkerchief, and very naturally wiped the sauce off Sizi's cheek.

"Perhaps, but this monk is quite rude. He should just eat, but he has to throw his bowl around."

"Look, they've smashed someone's roof. They'll have to make him pay for it later."

This brother and sister were under this terrifying light screen, facing life and death.

They started talking about the issue of compensating for the roof, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

even.

The fat cat squatting on the table.

It even flicked its tail in disgust and covered its nose with its paws.

It seemed that the sandalwood fragrance emanating from the purple-gold alms bowl masked the aroma of its most beloved beef jerky.

"This is outrageous!"

Above the auspicious clouds, the monk Kongxiang watched this scene below.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, making him tremble with rage.

Ignore!

This is blatant disregard!

He, a dignified guardian monk, offered up the temple's most treasured artifact.

Not only did the other party not kneel down and beg for mercy, but they were still eating meat and drinking tea, even mocking his "treasure"—a broken beggar's bowl!

This is utterly disrespectful to Buddhism!

"A stubborn and intractable obsession!"

The monk Kongxiang let out a roar like that of a wild beast.

He no longer cared about the demeanor of a high monk.

He suddenly bit his tongue, making a "plop" sound.

A large mouthful of his life essence, containing a hundred years of cultivation, was sprayed directly onto the purple-gold alms bowl in mid-air!

"Buzzing—!"

The golden alms bowl that absorbed the essence and blood of the divine monk.

It was as if it had been infused with some kind of violent soul.

The original purplish-gold light was instantly stained with an eerie scarlet.

The speed at which the bowl spun suddenly increased more than tenfold.

The volume has increased dramatically again!

This time, it directly covered the streets within a radius of several miles.

That terrifying suction force underwent a qualitative leap at that moment.

"Snap! Snap!"

The surface of the purple-gold shield that Li Chen had set up finally emitted a faint scraping sound.

The bluestone slabs on the surrounding streets were blown away in large pieces, and even the soil in the foundation was sucked into the air.

The whole world seemed to be plunged into an upside-down apocalypse.