My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

silence.

A deathly silence.

The suffocating pressure in the sky vanished without a trace in an instant.

Sunlight once again pierced through the clouds, shining upon this ancient city that had witnessed so much history.

The edge of the ruins.

The abbot, who had been laughing wildly and waiting to see Li Chen shatter into pieces, was now in a state of shock.

At this moment, his whole body was completely frozen.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the fading golden light in the sky.

A strange "clucking" sound came from his throat.

It was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his neck.

"The Bodhisattva...has been defeated?"

"The true Buddha's image... was crushed... by him with one hand?"

The abbot's faith collapsed at that moment.

He exhausted his lifespan of a hundred years, sacrificing everything he had, to obtain his ultimate trump card.

He couldn't even last a single round against this young man in blue.

It was like a ridiculous bubble that was easily popped by someone.

An indescribable despair and regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

If only I had known earlier that these brother and sister were such terrifying jinxes.

Even if you gave him ten times the courage, he would never dare to provoke him in the slightest!

"puff--"

The abbot looked up and spat out a mouthful of black, foul blood.

On that face, which resembled a dried-up corpse, was frozen an endless sense of horror and despair.

His body swayed, and he fell heavily into the dust.

Those cloudy eyes were wide open, staring unhappily in death.

The abbot of Cibei Temple, who committed numerous evils and made a living by sucking the blood and sweat of mortals and the lifespan of children.

Finally, amidst this endless fear, he breathed his last.

……

With the abbot's death and the shattering of the Bodhisattva's illusory image.

The entire Compassion Temple was completely reduced to ruins.

Those once lofty palaces and pagodas have all been reduced to ruins.

In the center of the ruins.

The entrance to the underground demon cave that Li Chen cleaved open with a single sword strike.

A group of emaciated children, supported by a few brave villagers, huddled together and staggered out.

When they finally emerged from that dark, damp, and sunless dungeon.

When I felt that long-lost, warm sunshine on my face.

Many children couldn't help but close their eyes, tears silently streaming down their faces.

"Mother...I saw the sun..."

A little girl murmured weakly.

The people who had been kneeling on the ground outside the door also stood up.

When they saw the skin and bones of the children emerging from the rubble.

Suddenly, heart-wrenching cries erupted from the crowd.

"Tiger! My Tiger! You're still alive!"

"That's my daughter! They said she was chosen by the Bodhisattva to enjoy blessings, but it turns out... it turns out she was locked up in the dungeon!"

Many parents who lost their children rushed into the ruins without hesitation.

He held the weak children tightly in his arms and cried loudly.

The joy of reunion and the anger of learning the truth spread among the crowd.

This Compassion Temple, which they had lavished countless offerings of incense on and exhausted their family fortunes for.

It is not a Buddhist holy site for saving all sentient beings at all.

It is a terrifying den of demons that devours people without spitting out their bones!

"Down with these fake monks!"

"Give us back our hard-earned money!"

I don't know who started shouting it.

The enraged people surged like a flood, rushing towards the warrior monks who were still barely clinging to life amidst the ruins.

Without the suppression of their cultivation, these fake monks who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly...

It was instantly submerged in a vast ocean of public anger.

Li Chen watched this scene unfold without intervening.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

The evil deeds these monks sowed in their daily lives are now reaping the bitter fruit of their actions.

"Sixteenth Brother, that big golden doll really broke!"

Sizi ran to Li Chen's side, tilting her little face up, her eyes full of admiration.

"The way Sixteenth Brother crushed the doll was so cool!"

The chubby boy in the little girl's arms also meowed in response.

The black and white tabby cat brushed Li Chen's hand with its fluffy tail, as if praising the vice leader's swift and decisive action.

"What's the use of being handsome? I still have to take you, you little glutton, everywhere."

Li Chen smiled helplessly and reached out to pinch Si Zi's pink and tender cheeks.

"Let's go."

Li Chen turned around and looked at the ancient city gate in the distance.

"Let them clean up this mess themselves."

"Our journey isn't over yet."

Upon hearing that they were going to play again, Sizi jumped up with joy.

"Yay! Let's go!"

"We will spread the glory of the Meow Meow Cult to every corner of this world!"

One large and one small, plus a chubby black and white tabby cat.

Stepping on the rubble of the ruins, and facing the morning sun, I gradually walked out of the crowd.

The people, holding their children, watched them leave.

They all spontaneously knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply.

This time, they were not worshipping clay or wooden Buddha statues.

They were, in fact, the benefactors who saved their lives.

On the official road leading out of the city.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting its rays onto the smooth, yellow dirt road.

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

Li Chen led the rhinoceros along the official road.

His deep gaze would occasionally drift toward the distant western horizon.

Just now, at the moment when I crushed the illusory image of the Bodhisattva.

Li Chen clearly detected a subtle spatial fluctuation.

That surge of energy, carrying intense hostility and location information, flew directly into the depths of the far west.

It seems this feud has been completely set in motion.

The lofty Little Thunder Temple probably already knows everything that happened here.

"Since you all enjoy playing the high and mighty game so much..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Chen's lips as he muttered to himself.

"Then I, this king, will visit your lair when I have time and have some fun with you."

Just then.

From the bend in the road ahead, came the creaking sound of wheels turning.

A dilapidated oxcart emerged shakily from behind the woods.

The driver was an old farmer, who was slowly cracking his whip.

When Sizi saw the oxcart, his eyes lit up.

She grabbed Li Chen's hand and shook it excitedly.

"Sixteenth Brother! Shall we ride in that oxcart?"

"Walking is so tiring, my legs are aching!"

Li Chen looked at the simple oxcart and sighed helplessly.

The mighty Prince of Qin of the Tang Dynasty had to be reduced to riding in an oxcart when traveling.

But he still took out a piece of silver from his storage ring and stepped forward to stop the old farmer.

Just as Li Chen was negotiating the charter bus with the old farmer.

Fatty Four, nestled in Si Zi's arms, suddenly narrowed his amber cat-like eyes.

It pricked up its ears and looked warily into the weeds in front of the oxcart.

there.

A young monk wearing tattered robes was lying sprawled out in the mud by the roadside.

His face was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was faint.

It looked like they were about to starve to death.