My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Monk Mingxin stood there blankly, watching the elder rolling and groaning on the ground, then looked up at the second-floor window.

He swallowed hard, feeling his understanding of the world being refreshed once again.

This cat's behavior shows that it understands the essence of Mahayana Buddhism even better than he does.

Just then, large patches of golden light suddenly lit up the night sky in the distance.

A series of deep and resonant chanting sounds echoed through the city from afar.

This sudden turn of events made the atmosphere in the courtyard heavy once again.

In mid-air, golden lotus phantoms slowly bloomed.

A squad of elite city defense troops, clad in heavy armor and wielding long halberds, stood menacingly on both sides of the street.

Surrounded by heavily armored soldiers, an old monk wearing a brocade kasaya, with his hands clasped together, slowly descended outside the gate of Yunhai Pavilion, stepping on a golden cloud.

Behind the old monk were the city lord of Brahma City and more than a dozen highly skilled monks from Dajue Temple.

This pomp and circumstance are completely different from those Wang family members who were hiding in the shadows plotting assassinations.

The old monk had a kind face, white eyebrows, and a long beard, and exuded a peaceful aura that inspired awe.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the blood-soaked courtyard and the Wang family elder still groaning in pain.

"Amitabha Buddha, why is there such a severe bloodshed here?"

The old monk's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in the courtyard, carrying a strange power to soothe the soul.

From the window on the second floor.

Li Chen held Si Zi's little hand and slowly walked to the balcony.

He looked down at the ostentatious old monk, a cold, insightful sneer flashing in his eyes.

"After beating the young, the old are coming, and now even the chanting monks are joining in the fun."

Li Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

There was no respect whatsoever, only undisguised mockery.

The abbot of Dajue Temple raised his head and stared intently at Li Chen.

Although he tried his best to hide it, Li Chen still keenly caught the hint of greed and fear hidden deep in his eyes.

The power that just erupted in this inn has clearly attracted the attention of these local tyrants.

They didn't know Li Chen's background, so they didn't dare to act rashly like the Wang family.

The host didn't react; instead, he gave an extremely tolerant smile.

He took out an invitation that shone with dazzling gold from his wide sleeves.

This invitation was made of pure gold and inlaid with tiny spirit stones, making it extremely luxurious.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the golden invitation transformed into a streak of light, steadily flying towards the second-floor balcony and hovering in front of Li Chen.

"The Unobstructed Gathering will be held in three days. We would be honored if you could grace us with your presence."

The host's voice remained kind, but the invitation carried an undeniable force.

The golden invitation shimmered slightly in the night breeze, like a death warrant leading to an endless abyss.

Li Chen, holding Si Zi's hand, looked down at the invitation.

He slowly extended his slender right hand, casually extending two fingers forward.

The instant his fingertips touched the edge of the gold inscription, a dark force as heavy as a mountain suddenly erupted.

This is the unique Thousand-Pound Array Pattern of Dajue Temple. If an ordinary cultivator were to reach out to catch it, their entire arm would be crushed into a pulp in an instant.

The abbot of Dajue Temple smiled even more broadly.

He wanted to take this opportunity to find out the true background of this young man in blue.

However, Li Chen's expression did not change.

With just a slight exertion of his two fingers, a faint purple-gold light burst forth from his fingertips.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

That immense, hidden force, powerful enough to crush steel, was like a fragile layer of ice, easily crushed.

The tiny spirit stones inlaid on the surface of the gold plaque shattered, turning into a handful of shimmering powder that drifted away in the wind.

Li Chen held the faded invitation steadily between his fingers.

The abbot of Dajue Temple's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands, hidden in his wide sleeves, trembled slightly.

He couldn't see through how the other party neutralized the hidden force at all.

"I have learned a great deal about the hospitality of Dajue Temple."

Li Chen casually toyed with the pure gold invitation, his tone revealing undisguised contempt.

He didn't react; he just coldly stared at the old monk below.

The host suppressed the turmoil in his heart and put the mask of compassion back on his face.

He clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

"I will be waiting for you at the Dajue Temple Square in three days."

Leaving behind this polite but not overly harsh remark, the host turned and ascended onto the golden cloud.

The accompanying city defense commander immediately waved his hand, ordering his men to lift up the groaning Wang family elder from the ground.

A large group of people came in a grand procession, and then hurriedly retreated into the night of Brahma City.

The courtyard returned to tranquility.

Monk Mingxin calmed his blood and qi and quickly walked to the room on the second floor.

He looked at the gold ingot that Li Chen had casually tossed on the table, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Your Highness, this Unobstructed Assembly is the most dangerous scheme in Buddhism, designed to destroy one's heart."

The monk Mingxin clasped his hands together, his tone tinged with worry.

He had heard of such ceremonies in other ancient temples. On the surface, they were about discussing Buddhist principles, but in reality, they used the spiritual pressure of all the high monks in the temple to destroy the minds of heretics.

Li Chen picked up his teacup and took a small sip of the cold tea.

Just as he was about to speak, a small, pink figure darted out from the side.

"What's there to be afraid of arguing? I'll teach you some tricks."

The little girl stood with her hands on her hips, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.

She saw it all clearly from the balcony; that old monk was clearly full of evil intentions, yet he pretended to be a good person.

The little girl has always hated hypocritical bad people the most.

Monk Mingxin was taken aback for a moment, then humbly lowered his head to seek guidance.

He now completely admires the wisdom of this young cult leader.

"What insightful opinions does the young master have? This humble monk is all ears."

Sizi brought over a small round stool, laboriously climbed onto it, and stood up to make himself appear taller.

She cleared her throat, extended her delicate little finger, and began to teach her astonishing debating skills.

"The first trick is to shout back loudly if they talk nonsense you don't understand. The louder you shout, the more justified you are."

Monk Mingxin nodded thoughtfully and silently made a mental note of it.

Sizi raised his second finger, his expression becoming very serious.

"The second trick is that debate is just arguing. If you can't win the argument, just kick over the table in front of them."

Upon hearing this, Monk Mingxin gasped.

Flipping a table is such a vulgar act that it would be considered heretical in a solemn and respectful assembly.

But then he thought about it again and realized that the Mahayana Buddhist teachings he had come to understand these past few days were precisely about using the wrath of Vajra to break through demonic obstacles.

The monk's gaze gradually hardened.

Si Zi patted Fatty Si, who was squatting at his feet, one last time.

The black and white tabby cat was licking its paws listlessly.

"The third trick is that if they have more people bullying fewer people, you should have the fourth brother go up and scratch their bald heads."

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, Fatty Forty cooperatively revealed his sharp cat claws and made two scratching motions in mid-air.

Several sharp gusts of wind swept through the room in an instant.

The monk Mingxin put his hands together and bowed deeply to the ox.

"Thank you for your guidance, young master. I have fully understood."

Li Chen sat to the side, covering his forehead with one hand, unable to bear watching this absurd scene.

He could already foresee the terrible disaster that would befall Dajue Temple three days later.