My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

He skillfully sat cross-legged next to the unconscious one-eyed man.

He opened the book "Mahayana Buddhism" in his hand and began to recite the scriptures aloud and with great emotion.

Sunlight streamed onto the mountain path.

The sound of monks chanting sutras mingled with the suppressed groans of pain from the surrounding bandits.

It created an extremely bizarre scene.

On the oxcart.

Li Chen looked at the monk who was beating people up while chanting sutras.

I'm completely speechless.

He turned his head and looked at his younger sister, who was beaming with pride and waiting for praise.

"You're such a genius at setting the pace."

Li Chen shook his head helplessly.

However, Li Chen had no time to correct the monk's values.

His mind was still preoccupied with the strange occurrences within the soul space.

Those tattered plastic lunch boxes, used tissues, half-smoked cigar butts...

These things could never have appeared out of thin air in the cultivation world.

This indicates that there must be some extremely secret passage between his soul space and the modern world he traveled to before.

In fact, this vast world itself harbors some unspeakable, earth-shattering secrets.

Why did the space spew out nothing but garbage after the establishment of the Great Tang Immortal Dynasty?

Could it be that the fortune of the Celestial Dynasty has affected the Divine Soul Space? Or are the two related in some way?

Li Chen gazed intently into the distance.

About an hour later.

The monk Mingxin finally finished reciting the entire scroll of scripture.

He stood up, refreshed, and brushed the dust off his monk's robe.

He bowed deeply to the bandits who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Thank you all for your cooperation in listening to this humble monk's Dharma talk."

"This humble monk has gained much today. All of you benefactors, please reflect on your actions here. Farewell."

After saying this, Monk Mingxin strode back to the oxcart and sat down on the other side of the shaft quite consciously.

He tucked that book of Mahayana Buddhism into his pocket like a treasure.

At this moment, his back was straight, and he radiated an unprecedented confidence.

"Set off!"

Sizi waved her little hand happily.

The old farmer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at the bandits scattered all over the ground with lingering fear.

He quickly raised his whip, urging the old ox to continue on its way.

This time, the old farmer swung his whip with much more force, afraid of staying in this awful place for even a moment longer.

The oxcart wobbled and swayed onto the road once again.

Over the next few days of the journey.

The art style has completely changed.

They encountered a petty thief who jumped out to rob them.

Li Chen didn't need to lift a finger, and neither did Fatty Si.

Monk Mingxin was always the first to rush off the bus.

He no longer spoke to people in a submissive manner.

Instead, he charged straight up and, with his half-baked Arhat Fist, beat the man to a pulp.

Then he stepped on the thief's chest and clasped his hands together.

He shouted, "Since you don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, benefactor," and then began to forcefully chant sutras.

Li Chen watched from the side, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

This monk has completely let himself go, and is on a path of violent salvation with no turning back.

They continued westward.

The road gradually became wider and flatter.

The surrounding villages became more densely populated, and the number of caravans and monks coming and going increased.

Until the evening of the fourth day.

The oxcart slowly drove out of the last patch of forest.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

A vast, boundless plain appeared before them.

And in the very center of the plain.

It stands as an extremely magnificent and imposing megacity.

The towering black city walls resemble a reclining dragon coiled on the earth.

Above the city wall, the array light flowed, exuding an indestructible and solid aura.

In the sky, cultivators would occasionally ride magical artifacts or spirit birds, transforming into streaks of light as they traversed the city.

The massive city gate, like the open mouth of a giant beast, swallowed and spat out the endless stream of people.

"What a huge city!"

The old farmer stood on the cart shaft, mouth agape, his face filled with shock.

He had driven oxcarts his whole life and had never seen such a magnificent city.

Monk Mingxin also stood up and gazed at the distant metropolis.

"This is the largest hub within a million miles, and also the place where Buddhist forces and major aristocratic families meet."

"Brahma City".

An unusual light flickered in the eyes of the monk Mingxin.

In the past, when he came to such a holy place, he would have been filled with awe and worship.

But now.

His hand was pressed tightly against the Mahayana Buddhist text in his arms.

What he was really thinking about was how many stubborn fools in this city, who didn't understand Buddhist teachings, and how he needed to "reform" them with his fists.

"Sixteenth Brother, there must be lots of delicious food in the city, right?"

Sizi stood up impatiently, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Let's go into town and take a look."

Li Chen brushed the grass clippings off his clothes and stared intently at the towering city gate of Brahma City.

He could sense it above this seemingly prosperous metropolis.

It was shrouded in a layer of murky fortune, invisible to the naked eye and filled with greed and murderous intent.

The oxcart mingled with the crowd queuing to enter the city, slowly making its way toward the massive city gate of Brahma City.

however.

Just as they approached the city gate entrance, before they had even had a chance to pay the spirit stone tax for entering the city...

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way!"

It was accompanied by a burst of arrogant and domineering curses.

Suddenly, a ferocious spirit horse, its entire body engulfed in crimson flames, charged out from inside the city gate.

On the spirit horse sat a spoiled young master from a wealthy family, dressed in gorgeous brocade and with slicked-back hair.

He brandished a long, thorny whip made of animal hide, recklessly rampaging through the crowded throng.

"Are you all blind? How dare you block Young Master Wang's path!"

"Serves him right for being trampled to death!"

The young scoundrel galloped wildly on his horse, his long whip lashing mercilessly at the civilians who couldn't dodge in time.

Instantly, chaos erupted at the city gate.

The people screamed and scattered in terror, their carts and stalls being trampled to pieces by the spirit horse.

Watching.

The crazed horse charged straight at the slow-moving oxcart that the old farmer was driving!

The deafening roar of hooves was deafening.

The old ox was so frightened that it collapsed to the ground, and the old farmer closed his eyes in despair.

At this critical moment.

A gray figure leaped off the oxcart without warning.

The monk Mingxin stood firmly in front of the oxcart.

He faced the charging fiery spirit horse head-on, one hand held upright in front of his chest.

He took a deep breath, his clear voice drowning out the surrounding noise.

"Amitabha."

The monk slowly rolled up the sleeves of his gray robe.

His gaze was fixed on the young scoundrel on horseback.

"This benefactor."

"It seems you are also someone who cannot understand Mahayana Buddhism."