My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Chapter 469 We're going to reason with them! I, Sizi, am not someone to be trifled with.

The little girl was still tightly holding her guardian beast in her arms.

Fatty Four, the tabby cat with fishbone patterns, was lying sprawled out in Si Zi's arms.

It stretched comfortably, its distinctive dark herringbone pattern on its back flaring out with its movement.

Its fluffy tail swished contentedly, and it made a satisfied "purring" sound from its throat.

Clearly, it gnawed on that purple-gold alms bowl last night, which made it sleep very soundly.

"Good morning, Sixteenth Brother!"

Sizi gave a delicate little yawn and greeted her in a childish voice.

"morning."

Li Chen touched the little ball on her head.

Then, his gaze casually swept across the courtyard.

Upon seeing this, Li Chen stopped in his tracks.

Under the old locust tree in the yard.

Eighteen bald, round heads were neatly arranged.

These eighteen monks were now tightly bound together.

Everyone was bruised and battered; some had broken arms, and some had broken legs.

His night clothes had long since turned into strips of cloth, stained with dried blood.

At this moment, it was like a row of deflated balloons, slumped there listlessly.

I heard the door open.

Bai Yaoyao immediately stood up from under the eaves and walked over quickly.

She knelt on one knee, her expression respectful.

"Master, Vice Master, Prince Qin."

"Xiaobai, what's going on?"

Sizi instantly snapped out of her daze, her eyes widening as she stared curiously at the row of "pig-headed monks."

"Who are they? Why are they sleeping in our yard?"

Bai Yaoyao covered her mouth and chuckled, then recounted the events of the previous night in detail.

"Replying to Your Excellency."

"These people are assassination monks sent by the Compassionate Temple in the city."

"They sneaked in under cover of night, intending to kill and rob the sect leader of his spatial magic treasure."

"So I used a little trick to make them fight each other, and then tied them up to await the leader's judgment."

Upon hearing this...

Sizi's face, which had been showing some curiosity, instantly fell silent.

Her pink cheeks puffed up again in a huff.

"They're trying to steal my bag?!"

Sizi tightly gripped the pink pouch around her waist with both of her small hands.

That place was full of her favorite snacks and flyers promoting how to get rich!

"You still want to kill us?"

The little girl's voice rose a few decibels, and a small flame of anger burned in her big eyes.

"These bald guys are so mean!"

"Yesterday they wouldn't give the older sister the water she needed for treatment, and today they're trying to steal the children's things!"

Fatty Four also sensed the cult leader's anger.

The tabby cat with its fishbone pattern suddenly jumped off Sizi's arms.

It arched its back, the fishbone patterns on its back standing up, and its originally lazy amber cat eyes instantly turned into two dangerous thin lines.

He let out a low, threatening growl at the eighteen monks.

It looked as if it would rush up and gnaw on the heads of these bald men like crispy biscuits at the cult leader's command.

Li Chen stood to the side, his deep eyes devoid of any smile.

His demeanor at that moment became as icy as eternal ice.

The bottom line of the Prince of Qin of the Tang Dynasty was very simple.

You can come at me, but you absolutely cannot mess with my sister.

Even if you only have this thought, you must pay a bloody price.

"It seems that our free distribution of spiritual fruits in the alley yesterday ruined the Cibei Temple's money-making business."

Li Chen's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling killing intent.

"A cornered dog will jump over the wall; it will send assassins to kill you in the middle of the night."

"The shady dealings behind the scenes of this Buddhist holy place are even more sordid than those of shady shops in the mortal world."

Li Chen turned his head and looked at Si Zi, who was stomping his feet in anger.

"Sizi, someone's eyeing your bag. What are you going to do?" Li Chen asked gently.

"Go ask them why they became robbers!"

Sizi waved her little fist and answered without hesitation.

"We need to reason with them! Let them know that the Meow Cat Cult is not to be trifled with!"

"Well said."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Chen's lips.

"Since the host doesn't welcome us, we, as guests, should at least pay a visit in person."

"Let's go, today your sixteenth brother will take you to the Compassion Temple."

"Let's have a proper talk with these bald monks who spout nonsense about morality and righteousness."

Li Chen waved his hand casually.

A purple-gold chain of true essence appeared out of thin air and locked the necks of the eighteen martial monks.

"lead the way!"

Li Chen gave a cold shout.

The eighteen monks were pitiful; they had been tormented by Bai Yaoyao for half the night and were now unable to even stand steadily.

But under the pull of Li Chen's terrifying true essence, they could only stumble and be dragged out of the inn like a string of grasshoppers.

On the streets of the ancient city in the early morning.

The early-rising vendors and ordinary people witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The little girl in the pink dress who showed great compassion in the alley yesterday and was revered as a living bodhisattva.

He was holding the hand of a young man in blue, swaggering down the middle of the street.

And behind the youth.

Using a chain of true essence, he dragged eighteen masked monks covered in blood like dead dogs!

Although the monks weren't wearing robes, their bald heads and the lingering aura of the unique martial arts of Cibei Temple were impossible to miss from the eyes of the city dwellers.

"Those...those are the masters of Cibei Temple?!"

"How did you get beaten up like this..."

"The living Buddha has manifested! This is clearly the Buddha punishing those greedy and insatiable evil monks!"

More and more onlookers gathered, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Many of the people who had received the spiritual fruit yesterday spontaneously followed behind Li Chen and his sister.

The procession surged like a snowball, heading towards the Compassion Temple in the city center.

About half an hour later.

Li Chen and his group stopped in front of the magnificent mountain gate of Cibei Temple.

It truly deserves to be called the largest temple in the ancient city.

The mountain gate is several tens of feet high and is entirely carved from white marble.

The two extremely heavy copper doors are inlaid with pure copper door studs the size of washbasins, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

The square in front of the gate was filled with the smoke of cigarettes.

Several gatekeeper monks saw Li Chen striding towards them, dragging eighteen fellow disciples along, and a large crowd of people behind him.

He was so frightened that he turned pale and scrambled into the temple to warn the thief.

"Sixteenth Brother, the door is closed."

Sizi pointed to the two tightly closed copper doors and looked up as he spoke.

Li Chen released Si Zi's small hand and slowly walked down the steps.

"Since they've come here to reason, they shouldn't be turned away."

Li Chen spoke in a flat tone.

He took a half-step back with his right leg, frantically pouring his true energy into it.

The domineering martial arts of the Tang Dynasty were unleashed without reservation at this moment.

"boom!"

Li Chen used no fancy moves, simply and brutally kicking the heavy copper door with a straight kick.

A terrifying explosion, like a thunderclap, rang out.

That sturdy temple gate, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, was said to be able to withstand the full force of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator's attack.

Under Li Chen's kick.

They couldn't even hold on for a moment.

It was like a tattered cloth torn apart by a gale.

With a "crack," it broke off right at the hinge!

The two enormous bronze doors, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, were sent flying backwards into the temple square.

It slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a huge crater in the smooth bluestone slab.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.

"Abbot of Cibei Temple, come out and greet the guests."

Li Chen retracted his right leg and put his hands behind his back.

The sound, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, pierced through the dust and echoed throughout the entire temple.

however.

His response was not an apology from the abbot.

Instead, it was a series of extremely urgent alarm bells.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

As the bells rang.

The temple was instantly filled with golden light.

Countless powerful auras of martial monks, like erupting volcanoes, converged from all directions.

As the dust gradually settles.

Li Chen and Si Zi saw it.

In the temple's spacious front courtyard square.

One hundred and eight high-ranking monks, each nine feet tall and covered in gold paint.

Holding long staffs, they had formed an extremely mysterious and massive array that emitted a dazzling Buddhist light.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat Formation!

This is the true protective foundation of Cibei Temple, a terrifying formation powerful enough to suppress even a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage.

Behind the formation, on the steps of the main hall.

The abbot, with a ruddy complexion and wearing a bright red kasaya.

Holding a nine-ringed tin staff, he stared at Li Chen at the gate with a sinister look in his eyes.

"You audacious madman!"

The abbot slammed his staff into the ground, making a crisp striking sound.

"They destroyed my temple gates and injured my disciples!"

"Today, you cannot escape! All Arhats, heed my command: execute these demons on the spot!"

Looking at the 108 Arhats, gleaming with golden light and exuding a murderous aura.

Li Chen showed no fear.

Instead, he yawned out of boredom.

He took half a step back and patted the little ox's head.

A indulgent smile curled at the corner of his lips.